Chapter 172 Yangming is deceitful! Li Rusong: You bitch slave! How dare you tell the truth!
‘No matter how many ways you came, I only went all the way.’
Nurhachi himself knows very well that no matter how smooth and rapid his rise is in recent years, as long as the land of Liaodong is still in the hands of the Ming court, his development will still be limited.
The Ming army in Liaodong was like a knife hanging over Nurhachi's head.
Regardless of whether the knife is blunt or not, as long as he has this knife, he will always feel like a light on his back, and he will be restrained and unable to let go.
For example, his military strength.
At present, the Eight Banners soldiers established by Nurhaci, with all the people as soldiers, the total number is only 50,000 to 60,000, which is far inferior to the Ming army in terms of number.
The advantage of Nurhaci's Eight Banners troops lies in mobility, not in the number of troops.
Therefore, only by concentrating all our efforts together to achieve a battle situation where we can break through ten thousand roads along the way can we have a chance of comprehensive victory.
"Ben Khan has been waiting for this battle for a long, long time."
Nurhachi was full of fighting spirit and took a deep breath.
If the Ming court insists on sticking to Liaodong, it will be difficult for Nurhachi to find a breakthrough, and it will be difficult for Nurhachi to swallow Liaodong in the next ten or even twenty years.
But now, Mingting took the initiative to gather all his strength to attack. As long as he wins this battle, Liaodong will be his.
As long as he captures the land of Liaodong, the Jin Kingdom he established will be at odds with the Ming Dynasty in offensive and defensive positions, and will truly grow into an empire powerful enough to shake the Ming Dynasty.
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Liaodong, Shenyang.
The thundering sound of drums resounded throughout this border town.
The current Shenyang is not the Shenyang of later generations. The current Shenyang is more like the front station of Liaoyang, the capital of Liaodong, just a small border town.
It was only after Nurhaci moved the capital to Shenyang and changed its name to Shengjing that this small border town really rose to prominence.
At this moment, excluding all cavalry except the Liaodong cavalry, the West Route Army has a total of more than 30,000 cavalry.
A rider with two horses, and each person carrying two days of dry food with him, led by Wang Yangming and Li Rusong, went straight out of Shenyang, and headed straight for Fushun at lightning speed.
Shenyang Tower.
Ji Boying, Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu Di, and Zhu Laosi looked at the smoke-filled sky and the cavalry quickly retreating away.
Almost at the same time.
Qi Jiguang and Yu Dayou of the Eastern Route Army led more than 40,000 infantrymen who merged with the Korean army. They walked out of Kuandian Pass, entered the rugged mountain road, and went straight to Hetuala, the capital of Hou Jin Dynasty.
Xiao Zhusi, Zhu Gaoxu, and Zhang Fu from the Southern Route Army led all the musketeers in the army, crossed the Qinghe River, and came out of Crow Falcon Pass.
Zhu Qizhen and Zhao Fu of the Northern Route Army, leading 40,000 cavalry, have left Kaiyuan and are heading straight for Sanchakou at the fastest speed.
As for Chang Yuchun and Lan Yu of the Central Route Army, they had already left Shenyang two days ago.
The Liaodong cavalry with only 3,000 men led by the two men was a refined cavalry that had been refined by Li Rusong for two months.
Although the number of people was small, each one was as good as ten. They quietly bypassed Fushun in an extremely secretive way and arrived near Sarhu in advance.
"How long will it take for the fight to start?"
Ji Boying frowned slightly.
He had to calculate the time well. After all, time needed to be fast-forwarded. He couldn't wait here all day and night.
"With the advancing speed of the Western Route Army, the Jin Army's defense in Fushun is not strong. It can be conquered in one or two hours. We should be able to meet the Jin Army at the Hun River near Sarhu tomorrow."
Old Zhu Di stood on the left side of Ji Boying and said in a solemn voice.
He made corresponding predictions in advance for the situations that each route army might encounter.
"Hmm."
Ji Boying nodded slightly and finished speaking.
In an instant, the figures of the four people disappeared in an instant.
Ji Boying brought Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu Di, and Zhu Laosi to this trip to Wanli Time and Space. The main purpose was to allow their commanders and deputy commanders to go to various armies to take oaths and boost the morale of a group of soldiers before they went on an expedition.
These are all routine operations before the army goes on an expedition.
After finishing, you can naturally return to Zuixian Tower.
After all, with the immortal master Ji Boying here, he can be the headquarters anywhere.
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Hongwu time and space, the main hall of Zuixian Tower.
When Ji Boying came back, his brows suddenly furrowed.
Then, he glanced across the entire main hall and found that except for the Jiajing Immortal and the young Zhu Houcong, everyone else had retreated to the edge of the main hall, their eyes trembling, and they covered their mouths and noses.
Between his breaths, there was also a hint of aura that was once familiar to Ji Boying.
There was a flash of fear in his eyes.
During the years when he was in college, the live broadcast platform was popular for a while, relying on this thing to attract attention and earn traffic. This trend has also spread to major universities.
One evening, Ji Boying had just finished writing a chapter and was going to the playground to see his legs. Oh no, it was to see the scenery.
He was still more than a hundred meters away from the playground when he smelled a smell that he would never forget, and he almost vomited out his overnight meal.
Ji Boying's sharp eyes looked at the Jiajing Immortal and the young Zhu Houcong who didn't care at all about the smell, and were even a little obsessed with it.
Are these two the legendary lovers?!
The sinful hands of young Zhu Houcong have even reached the edge of the red jar, seeming to break the seal.
I saw Jiajing Immortal and this young man Zhu Houcong looking at each other, and they both saw the solemnity and sanctity in their respective eyes.
At the last moment when it is about to open.
"You two!"
Ji Boying shouted sharply.
The words fell.
Both Zhu Houcong were stunned for a moment. The red jar in their eyes was suspended in the air at this moment.
In order to avoid the tragedy, Ji Boying directly used anti-gravity on the red can.
Raise your hand and grab it.
This red can was photographed directly in Ji Boying's hand.
Suddenly, an extremely strong smell emerged from the crack, poured into his nose, and went straight to his forehead. Ji Boying forced himself to suppress his raging stomach.
The faces of Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu Di and Zhu Laosi all changed suddenly. They moved slowly and retreated three feet away from Ji Boying.
Without hesitation, Ji Boying recycled the red can into the system.
"Master, this Qi Baizhang is definitely my magic weapon!"
When the Jiajing Immortal saw that the 'Yi Qi Baizhang Jue' was taken away, his face was filled with pain.
"With your current Taoist practice, you are still unable to control a magical weapon of this level. In the future, if a magical weapon is suitable for you, I will give it to you as a master."
I casually made a perfunctory remark about Jiajing Immortal.
Ji Boying took a deep breath and glanced at the group of emperors and princes who had retreated to the edge of the main hall.
"Everyone sit back in your seats."
Although the things have been put away, there is still a faint rancid smell in the air.
Reluctantly, all the emperors and princes returned to their respective seats.
Then, Ji Boying sat on the Taishi chair in the center of the podium.
Out of habit, I subconsciously took a deep breath, and my face suddenly changed.
‘CAO!’
He had the urge to catch the Jiajing Immortal and beat him up.
"Everyone pay attention."
Moved by a thought.
As Ji Boying finished speaking, the scene in the entire main hall changed instantly.
However, this is obviously different from the previous holographic projection. This projection is divided into five parts. When you are in it, you feel like you are in a five-diamond screen cage, with each side representing an army.
It allows you to distinguish your own existence, but ensures that you have a sufficient sense of being there.
The moment the projection appeared, the attention of all the emperors and princes was immediately attracted by the five armies, but they all habitually covered their mouths and noses.
"Brother, it seems that the West Route Army is advancing faster than we thought. At this speed, we will be able to meet the rebel army at the Hun River at the end of the year."
Lao Zhu frowned slightly, and he was also calculating how quickly Nurhachi would send troops.
"The Northern Route Army is a mixture of infantry and cavalry. If it rushes from Sanchakou to the Sarhuhun River without obstruction, it will be at least two hours later than the West Route Army. This means that the West Route Army must block it alone.
Nurhaci’s main force took two hours.”
Old Zhu Di analyzed in a concentrated voice.
Zhu Laosi said nothing. His eyes were sometimes on the West Route Army and sometimes on the North Route Army. After all, this was still speculation.
Some people compare war to art, because no one can completely guess the outcome before a war starts or ends, and the situation on the battlefield changes rapidly.
A Biao's eyes have been focused on the West Route Army from the beginning, because the 30,000 light cavalry led by Wang Yangming and Li Rusong are the bait to lure the pigtails out of the hole.
‘Early morning.’
Ji Boying roughly calculated the time, and then moved the timeline of Wanli time and space.
Of course, in case something unexpected happens, this timeline is not set one day at a time, but set hour by hour.
As the timeline of Wanli time and space is moved, the entire projection screen is changing rapidly. The most obvious difference is from day to night.
But there is one thing that makes these emperors and princes praise you.
The West Route Army led by Wang Yangming played a trick of attacking from the east to the west, and took Fushun in less than an hour.
"Western Route Army, stopped."
Wu Zong Zhu Houzhao shouted excitedly at this moment.
There is only one situation that can stop the West Route Army from advancing, and that is if the scouts are reported and find traces of the Jin army.
At this moment, it is the end of the Wanli time and space, which is commonly known as the ghost knocking on the door in the middle of the night.
Moreover, it was a heavy fog on the banks of the Hun River.
"What is this Wang Yangming doing?"
Emperor Xuande frowned and said subconsciously, looking at the projection of the Western Route Army, his face full of confusion.
Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu Di, Zhu Laosi, and A Biao, they had already set their sights on the West Route Army, and they all frowned, wondering what Wang Yangming was up to.
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Ji Boying looked over and suddenly remembered something.
Wang Yangming is not only a sage who created a generation of mind science, but also a super scheming person, commonly known as deceitful.
Especially when it comes to fighting, what I'm best at is messing up the enemy's morale before the battle even starts, from the commander to the soldiers, from the inside out.
From your own perspective, this is awesome.
From the enemy’s perspective, don’t you feel disgusted?!
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West Route Army.
On the south bank of the Hun River, heavy fog lingered late at night, with visibility only three to five feet away.
Thirty thousand Qingqi stopped along the bank, their horses neighing.
At this moment, these 30,000 cavalrymen were uniformly changing their uniforms under the command of the commander-in-chief Wang Yangming. Each cavalryman was covered in sackcloth, with a mourning belt tied on his forehead, and even the horses' heads were tied with white paper prepared in advance.
Flower.
To know.
It's the middle of the night, and it's hazy and foggy.
"Mr. Yangming, I'm going to prepare first."
"That's it..."
Li Rusong reined in the horse's head, was silent for a moment, looked up at Wang Yangming and said.
"Mr. Yangming, can you remove some of the powder on my face? It feels so uncomfortable."
It was clear that he had not yet fought against the Jin Army, but at this time, Li Rusong's armor was already badly damaged and dripping with blood, as if he was a dead man who had experienced a life-and-death battle.
The whole face looks more like white powder (actually it is powdered, and it is very thick), but the lips are as red as blood.
This pearl powder and these sexy red lips were all made up by Wang Yangming himself on Li Rusong.
Two grown men, one is putting on make-up for the first time in his life, and the other is putting on make-up for the first time in his life. One really dares to put on make-up, and the other dares to be made-up. They are both strong men.
"No."
Wang Yangming decisively rejected Li Rusong's request.
He looked at Li Rusong carefully and felt that he was not satisfied with anything.
Then he took out the rouge box and moved it toward Li Rusong's face. Li Rusong subconsciously dodged.
"Don't move."
Wang Yangming said this, and then rubbed the corners of Li Rusong's eyes red, making it look like his eyes were bursting with blood.
"Okay."
"General Li, please remember what I just told you."
Wang Yangming put away the rouge box and gave a reminder.
"Don't worry, sir, you will eventually understand."
Say it.
Li Rusong turned his horse's head and quickly hid into the thick fog with a coat of military horses.
At this time, Wang Yangming glanced at the slightly rolling fog not far away, which was obviously a scout of the Jin Army.
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"Keep marching."
One order goes out.
In the army, there was actually the sound of playing and singing.
In the middle of the night, on a foggy day, ghost music breaks out on the banks of the Hun River, and Yin soldiers pass by.
Wang Yangming just took this Yin soldier and continued walking along the river bank.
At this time.
Nurhachi's Eight Banners Army.
Nurhaci, who was standing astride his horse, frowned slightly after listening to the scout's words.
He has sent his eighth son, Huang Taiji, to lead two banners to resist the Ming army closest to the Sanchakou. He himself has led the Six Flags army, totaling more than 50,000 people, and is ready to eat them as quickly as possible.
This is an aggressive force.
"Father Khan, many soldiers in the former army saw the Ming army looming in the mist and the funeral music was playing. They all felt timid. There were already rumors in the army that Liao soldiers were risking their lives."
Big Belle Daishan frowned.
If this was done in broad daylight, it would be useless, but at this favorable time and place, it is extremely easy to disrupt the morale of the army.
If the morale of the army is disturbed before the battle begins, this sign is obviously not good.
"It's a devilish thing, but it's a small trick."
Nurhaci sneered and reined in the horse's head.
"Let's see this Khan personally lead an army to break through this road and cut off the head of the Ming army's leader!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Nurhachi galloped forward on his horse.
Seeing this, Big Belle Daishan did not dare to hesitate and quickly led his army to follow closely.
After running like this, Nurhaci came directly to the front of the army. All the Eight Banners soldiers along the way saw Nurhachi's figure, and their minds gradually became more stable.
After all, even if there is really a ghost, the first thing to do is to seek death from the Great Khan, and it won’t be their turn.
And at this moment.
Suddenly, there was mist rolling in on the left wing of the army, and there was a forest there.
Subconsciously, Nurhaci stood on his horse and looked.
"Nurhachi...!"
"You... this dog... slave...! An... dare to tell...!"
"Come to accept your fate..."
"Come and accept your fate...!"
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The sound coming out of the fog had a long tail, and it didn't sound like the voice of one person at all, but the chorus of a group of people, echoing in this thick foggy night, creating a sense of echo.
"Haha."
Hearing the news, Nurhachi showed no fear at all and his eyes were full of disdain.
"Pretending to be a fool in front of this Khan!"
"Don't talk about you fake ghost. Even if the real ghost comes, I will kill him today!"
Nurhachi drew his saber, and with a crash, all the Eight Banners soldiers drew their sabers at the same time, and the whole army was ready to charge, but he was still a little uneasy. After all, after so many years of fighting, this was the first time he encountered Yin soldiers.
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At this moment.
From the turbulent and rolling mist, there was a big horse that was obviously black but was forcibly covered in white and rushed out first.
Of course, the horse is not the key.
The key is, the person on this horse.
The moment Nurhachi saw the man on the horse clearly, saw the armor covered in blood, saw the face as pale as paper, the lips as red as blood, and saw that familiar face.
The whole person, from head to toe, was as if struck by lightning.
At this moment, Nurhachi's scalp was numb, his head was buzzing, his raised saber was frozen in the air, and he even briefly forgot to order a charge.
There was only one thought in his mind: Li Rusong came to ask for his life!
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PS: Wang Yangming: I only dress for one person in my life.
PS: Li Rusong: I will show my grace to those who please me.