When Gu Chen and a few night warriors cleaned up the battlefield, took the loot and the dead robes, mounted their horses and roared away, about two quarters later, more than a dozen Tatar cavalry came from the southwest. These cavalry were dressed in uniforms.
Their armors are different from those of the vests just now. Their armors are painted white, and they also wear white-pointed helmets on their heads. The fierce look in their expressions is even better than those of the vests just now. If Gu Chen and others were here, they would definitely
You will recognize that this is the White Armor Soldier, one of the most elite units in the Qing army.
When these white-armored soldiers saw the stripped, headless corpses scattered on the ground, their faces all changed colors. The leading white-armored soldier got off his horse, looked at the corpses, and spoke in Manchu with a sullen face.
Said: "These people are Altai and the others. They must have encountered a large group of Ming army troops, and it is very likely that they were their most elite Night Guards. Otherwise, Altai and the others would not have been able to escape even one person who reported the news. By the way,
Altai and the others have also brought a few armored men. Check around to see if they are there. If you find any traces of those southern barbarians, please report them immediately."
"Scum!"
After a while, a white-armored soldier came to report, "Lord Niulu, my subordinates found the corpses of those armored men on the hillside in front. They also had their heads cut off like Altai and the others, and they were covered with clothes.
I was also stripped away by those southern barbarians."
Niu Lu gritted his teeth and said, "These bastards, if these southern barbarians fall into my hands, I will disembowel them and cut them into pieces."
"Sir..." The white-armored soldier hesitated and asked, "Then... do you want to continue chasing?"
In anger, Niu Lu stretched out his hand and gave the white-armored soldier a slap in the face and cursed: "Idiot, are you going to chase those Nanman barbarians now? They have already run away, do you want to eat the dust?"
The white-armored soldier didn't dare to reply even after being slapped, he just lowered his head and kept silent.
"What a damn bad luck. Okay, let's go back and report to Lord Amur first and ask him to make a decision." Niu Lu lost his temper and had no choice. He angrily led people to pack up more than a dozen Tatars with their heads cut off and headed towards the original route.
return.
Besides, Gu Chen and others took the Tatar heads and more than 20 Tatar war horses and ran all the way to the southeast. It was not until midnight that they saw a brightly lit place in the distance, and tents were in flames.
Flickering and appearing, looking from a distance, we occasionally spotted groups of soldiers patrolling around the camp.
The sound of horse hoofbeats by Gu Chen and others alerted the patrolling soldiers, and soon a group of cavalry came out of the camp to greet them. Amidst the rumble of horse hoofbeats, this group of cavalry quickly approached Gu Chen and others. In order to prevent misunderstanding,
Gu Chen shouted from afar: "Don't get me wrong, we are one of our own! We don't collect anything at night."
As soon as Gu Chen finished speaking, a loud voice sounded from the front, "Is that Brother Gu Chen in front of you?"
"Sir Wang, I am the third grader Gu Chen." Gu Chen picked up the horse's belly and sped up and ran forward.
When the two sides met, Gu Chen saw a Baihu who had dismounted and waited in front of him. He could no longer suppress his grief and anger and cried: "Sir, you are humble and incompetent. You lost two brothers in the first battle. The Zhang family
Brother, they are gone."
Wang Zhi, who had been reassigned as the Night Guard, sighed, patted Gu Chen on the shoulder and said: "Since ancient times, generals have inevitably been killed in battle. In the past few days, more than 30 Night Guard brothers and Tatar scouts have encountered
Went later."
"What, more than thirty brothers have already gone?" When Gu Chen heard this, he forgot his sadness for a moment, his eyes widened. They stayed up all night and were elites selected by the entire army. How could they survive in just seven or eight days?
So many people died in battle during that time.
"Yes, one group of brothers was completely wiped out, and several brothers who were kidnapped by the Tatars were disemboweled and had cramps. Some of them were even lit up with sky lanterns." Wang Zhi's tone became deeper,
The large number of casualties that persisted day and night also made these officers and soldiers of the Lingshan Guard who had never fought against the Qing soldiers feel the cruelty of war, and at the same time they also gained a deeper understanding of the ferocity of the Tatars.
"These damn Tartars." The angry Gu Chen punched the back of a horse behind him, shaking the head off the horse.
"Well, what is that?" Wang Zhi looked at the heads rolling on the ground, leaned over to pick them up, checked them, and said with a voice of surprise: "Are these the heads of Tatars?"
"Exactly!" Gu Chen nodded and wiped his red eyes and said fiercely: "It was these damn Tatars that killed the Zhang family brothers. I don't even know how to explain to his mother when I go back." After that,
Gu Chen couldn't help but shed tears again.
"Humph, what a bastard!" A loud shout sounded from behind.
When everyone took a look, a tall general wearing chainmail was glaring at Gu Chen from behind.
"I've met Mr. Qianhu!" When everyone saw him, they quickly bowed and saluted.
It turned out that the person coming was Pang Gang. Pang Gang glared at Gu Chen and shouted: "As soldiers, it is our duty to defend our country. Even if we die on the battlefield, there is nothing to say. We have lost more than thirty brothers.
Aren't the Tatars going to kill people? What's the point of our sending troops this time? Moreover, the two armies fight against each other with the word ruthlessness. People say that the Tatar soldiers are ruthless, so we must be more ruthless than the Tatars. The Tatars are not going to kill us.
Do you want to disembowel your brothers? We will cut them to pieces this time! We must beat them until the Tatars are afraid when they see us, so that we can show the prestige of our Ming Dynasty soldiers!"
Pang Gang's words were not loud, but they were full of murderous intent. He looked at the more than ten heads on the ground and nodded happily: "Your name is Gu Chen, right? Your team can kill more than ten Tatars this time."
It’s good that the head of the Ming Dynasty is gone. Don’t worry, I promise you that as long as I am killed in battle, the families of my brothers will be properly arranged and I will never let the brothers bleed.
Tears again."
Everyone could hear a hint of trembling in Pang Gang's words, and they were obviously moved in their hearts. They all felt the generosity of Master Qianhu, and they all knelt down on one knee and shouted: "I am willing to die for you!"
"Okay!" Pang Gang said tremblingly: "Everyone must remember that this time we send troops to fight the Tatars, even if they die, we will never let the Tatars cross Shandong, let alone let them harm our elders in Lingshan Guard.
Folks.”
"Drive out the Tartars and we will not hesitate to die!"
The soldiers' cries echoed through the night sky.
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At the same time, Sitong Town was also brightly lit. At this time, the town was full of Tatar soldiers. The flags in the camp were mostly red with blue trim. The armor of the Tatar soldiers in this tent was also red with blue trim.
These Tatar soldiers were part of the Xianglan Banner who were the vanguard of the invasion of Hebei.
A large flag was erected in a room in the center of the town. There was no python on the flag. In the middle of the room sat a Qing soldier general in his forties, wearing fine red armor with blue trim and a big face.
, a flat nose, a few scars on his face, a rather ugly and ferocious appearance, and a slender money rat-tail pigtail trailing behind his head. This person is none other than the pioneer officer of the Blue Flag, Gyala Zhangjing Amul.
The official position of Jiala Zhangjing is equivalent to that of a general in the Ming Dynasty. As a famous general in the Blue Banner, Amul was very angry that his spies kept breaking the famous sayings in the hands of May Night, and there were more than ten people outside his house.
Three bloody, headless corpses were neatly placed outside.
"This is already the thirty-sixth one. Thirty-six of our warriors have fallen into the hands of those Han dogs in the southeast. You are a shame to our Qing Dynasty!"
Niulu, who was standing next to him, flattered Amul and said flatteringly in his ear: "Master, those Han dogs have not been well treated in our hands either. We have also killed more than thirty of them these days.
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"Snapped!"
The angry Amul slapped him in the face, and a five-finger red mark immediately appeared on his face. At this time, Niu Lu, who was full of anger, stood aside like a kitten and did not dare to say anything.
Word.
"You stupid pig!" Amul's words were full of viciousness and ferocity, like a poisonous snake hiding in a hole spitting out poisonous messages. "How many people do we have in the Qing Dynasty? How many people are there in those Han dogs?"
How many people? Can we afford to trade one-on-one casualties? Those Han dogs are like weeds on the grassland. Once they are cut, another crop will grow. They just gave ten lives in exchange for one life of our Qing warriors.
We are all at a loss! I gave these spies to you because of your dedicated service to me for more than ten years. Now I have lost more than 20 infantry soldiers and more than a dozen vests all at once. You let me?
How should I explain to Lord Abatai? You tell me, you tell me!"
"Master, I realized that I was wrong. Please punish me." Niu Lu knelt on the ground with a face full of fear, his face pressed to the ground.
"Humph, get up!" Amul, who was still angry, took a few breaths, put his foot on the body of Niu Lu and snorted coldly: "If it weren't for the fact that you, a slave, have served me for so many years, I would
Today I will demote you to be a slave of the armored men."
"Thank you for your magnanimity, master. I can't thank you enough."
Niulu got up and stood beside Amul and asked: "Master, what are we going to do tomorrow? Do we want to continue to Jinan?"
Amul shook his head: "The main purpose of our Qing Dynasty sending troops this time is to snatch wealth and people back. It is not suitable to capture too many places. Lord Abatai's order for us to march eastward is just to deter the Ming army in Shandong.
It's just to make them dare not act rashly. Dezhou has not been captured yet, and since the Ming army in Shandong has noticed our movements, they must be on guard. Therefore, it is better for us not to act rashly, so as not to harm Mr. Abatai.
A good thing, do you understand? Also, this Sitong Town is the only way to Dezhou. As long as we hold on here, we will have completed the task assigned by Master Abatai, but if those southern barbarians do not know how to appreciate it,