The whole Jiazhuang has become a huge Shura field, and in the shouts of killing in all directions, the Xuanda border soldiers sang the last glory of the border guards of the Ming Empire with their own flesh and blood, and the smoke of gunpowder made the sky a little darker.

The crackling three-eyed guns made a crackling sound like fried beans, even the Qing army wearing heavy armor continued to have people collapsed in the front formation, the border cavalry on the edge of the trench, and the fierce strangulation of the swinging tooth La's own soldiers, every time they collided with each other, there were countless people rolling down in the dust under the fast horse flying knife, trampled into minced meat by the horse's hooves, and the arrow rain that reflected each other was like a flying locust night bird.

The trench camp of the Xuan army was even more slaughtered into a Shura field, with infinite hatred, knives, spears and even fists and teeth became weapons, and the border army musketeers who had just fired the three-eyed guns smashed the heavy iron bumps down like a hammer, and the heads of the Qing soldiers who had just rushed were twisted, and the neck made a bone breaking sound and fell to the side, falling back under the trench, but then it was the spear of the heavy soldiers of the Eight Banners pierced like a forest, and the border army musketeers who did not have time to retract the three-eyed guns were stabbed into the trench, and then, The sergeant of the Tianxiong Army stabbed the field back with a spear again.

The knives were lost, pinching each other's necks, the two sergeants rolled and smashed to the bottom of the trench, and a sergeant with a yellow flag at the other end screamed miserably, and the short knife in his hand stabbed fiercely in the back of the Xuan army, and they were all stabbed in a piece of flesh and blood.

But holding him with both hands, the Xuan army also bit his neck, the blood of the carotid artery gushed outward like a spring, after all, it couldn't bear the blood loss, the barbarian infantry died first and swallowed his breath, full of blood, the vampire of the Xuan army laughed like crazy, but he didn't laugh a few times, he also fell to his knees weakly.

Many literary works, and even some historical books, describe Lu Xiangsheng as a tragic hero, knowing that the giant deer is surrounded by heavy surrounding, and still risking death to advance, but in fact, that is too underestimate Lu Xiangsheng, similar to Sun Chengzong, personal honor and disgrace are insignificant to him, Lu Xiangsheng knows that the Manchu Dynasty civil and military, although there are a lot of calls for war, it is estimated that only he is the real main battle faction, and the Tianxiong Army in his hands is the only field force that can bring a threat to Jiannu, if there is a choice, Lu Xiangsheng will not bring his troops into danger at all.

It's a pity that history has no ifs!

"There is no news from Boxiang yet! Haven't you sent reinforcements yet? ”

The three major battalions have been completely breached, and Lu Xiangsheng's anxious, angry, and desolate voice echoed in his ears, but unfortunately, Yang Guozhu, the general soldier guarding the rear of the army, still shook his head with difficulty.

A few arrow shafts on his body were stuck in the armor, and the white filial piety clothes he was wearing had been dyed red, holding a big knife high, leaving Yang Guozhu, who was also full of gunsmoke, and again, Lu Xiangsheng roared and rushed back to the front line, fighting while commanding the battle, loudly inspiring the soldiers.

"For the court, for Your Majesty, and for the hometown fathers! Kill!"

It's not like a literati, dozens of pounds of big knives are flying up and down in his hands, even at this time, where Lu Xiangsheng is, is still stuck like a nail in the direction of Jiannu's advance, a few people rushed up, a few people became the soul of the knife, but his majestic posture has also become a thorn in the eyes of Jiannu, in the fighting, a Niu Lu Ezhen suddenly lowered his body, suddenly pulled the compound bow, closed one eye, and stared at the long knife with the other, bringing up a large cluster of bloody, the god of war like the governor of Xuanda.

Burst~

"Governor!"

After shaking a few times, Lu Xiangsheng finally fell, like a Ming soldier, and in the mournful shout, a personal soldier was afraid that he would be trampled on, so he sacrificed himself and laid it on him, and then, it was a rain of arrows like flying locusts.

In the blood loss and exhaustion, his vision has blurred, and no one knows what the god of war of the Ming Dynasty saw in the last scene, and a sense of tranquility seems to emerge at the corner of his mouth.

On December 12, the eleventh year of Chongzhen, before the time, the governor of Xuanda, the rank of squire of the military department, supervised the king of the world, the soldier and horse Lu Xiangsheng died in the battle of Julu Jiazhuang, the Xuanda border soldiers collapsed and almost the whole army was annihilated, and the Qing army won 2,776 horses and ten camels.

In the evening, the news reached Ji Ze, and he was still struggling with the fear of not aiding, and led the Guanning army to retreat backwards that night, and encountered an ambush by the Qing army along the way, and the retreat evolved into a rout, and the 50,000 army did not let go of an arrow, and the continuous rout and retreat belonged to a hundred miles, and tens of thousands of troops were lost.

Three days later, another dazed and ignorant team returned the same way and passed by.

"In this cold winter, why are the crows all over the sky!"

Wow wow ominous scream The noisy Wen Meng was full of irritability, looking up at the black and oppressive sky, he shouted impatiently.

Pulling the reins of the horse in front, Song Xiance shook his head worriedly: "The sky is turbid in the east, the eastern crows are not stopped, the sky is dim, and the anger rushes to the middle palace, not a good thing happens!" We need to ...... fast."

As soon as the words fell, Shen Rui, who was exploring the horse in front, suddenly ran over anxiously.

"Lord Song, General Wen, come and see!"

…………

It's not that I haven't seen the battlefield, and even more people have died in the Osaka Sanno Formation than here, but in such a tragic Shura field, it is the first time that the two of them have seen it, fighting to death, embracing each other's corpses are everywhere, the traces of the battlefield are all over the field outside most of the Zhuangzi, the dumped artillery carriages, the dead war horses are covered with hoarfrost, and in the middle of the battle array, a small half of the Lu character flag is still slanted on the ground.

"Lu Xiangsheng!"

There was still a shackle around his neck, but he got a horse, and followed him to this Shura field, Sun Chengzong's pupils revealed a haze that was difficult to hide, and he couldn't help it, and he groaned hoarsely.

After being shocked for a few seconds, Song Xiance also shook his head with difficulty.

"We have to hurry back, we don't have much time left!"

"No rest tonight! If you go south overnight, you must rush back to Caozhou within three days!"

"Mark and obey!"

In the neat response, the six hundred cavalry also turned south with shock, but after hesitating, they did not follow their subordinates to the southeast and trot, beating the horses, but Wen Meng turned around and came back, followed by more than a dozen of his own soldiers.

Jiazhuang, the collective cemetery of the manor.

On the frozen earth, a new tomb of a refreshing white soil steamed bun stood there, not even a tombstone, only the half-burned battle flag was broken and inserted in front of the tomb, there was really no incense candle, Wen Meng could only light three branches, put the dried meat on his body as a sacrifice in front of the tomb, and bowed down three times.

"Gong Lu, although you and I don't know each other, Wen admires you, and I have come to avenge your great revenge!"

Three days later, Caozhou.

didn't know about the major changes that had happened in the north, and it was full of ease, and Shen Rong took his subordinates out of the city for ten miles.

"Military advisor, everything is stable, more than 30,000 victims have come to the north in the past two days, hey, why is your face so ugly, what did Lao Tzu do wrong?"

A face was extremely serious, and this time Song Xiance rushed to the front.

"General Shen, I don't have time to explain, hurry up and find Yuan Shizhong, you must transfer to Dengzhou immediately!"

Stunned for a moment, Shen Rong didn't ask much, agreed, turned around and ran towards Caozhou City.

Half an hour later, the entire city of Caozhou seemed to have become the end of the world, and the refugees from Henan and Hebei, who had been stable in the refugee camp outside the city for a month, were like frightened buffaloes.

Not only the refugees outside the city, but also the tens of thousands of residents of Caozhou are like ants on a boiling pot, packing up their pitiful possessions and following the large group of displaced people, frantically fleeing eastward.

For other reasons, just because of the news of a plague.

Jiannu is coming!

Half a month later, the news spread to the icy and snowy Heilongjiang, the later Harbin, the ancient Jin Kingdom Shangjing, and now the Huining Military Town of the Dongjiang River.

The kind of break into the east of the Kanto, completely made of big wood in the shed, on the cement coal stove, the iron kettle is sprayed outward with white neatness, the big smoke pipe is under the brick kang, and the sharp characteristics of the Northeast Kang are burned, and the local customs, Adriana, this beautiful foreign girl is now also wearing a Northeast flower cotton jacket, and the little hen is sitting cross-legged in front of the small table on the kang and writing and writing, but on the other end, after reading the newly sent Guanneitang newspaper, carrying this official document, Mao Jue walked to the window in a dull manner.

Outside the window, it was still busy, the victims who came and went wore new heavy cotton jackets, and spit white smoke on a cold day, but it was a scene of labor in full swing, dragging the huge wood that had just been felled, and shouting to erect it.

Next year, a new reclamation will begin in the vicinity of here, and the rich black soil of the Sanjiang Plain must be used to become the Han people, and the new granary of China, the neat cement house is too late to be built for the time being, and these refugees who arrived first must build this place of accommodation for the latecomers.

"What's the matter, sir!"

Looking at Mao Jue's suddenly depressed expression and heavy back, Adriana asked in surprise.

Looking at the heat outside the window, Mao Jue sighed deeply again.

"O my iniquity!"

(End of chapter)