Sha ...... Salsa......

The huge broom made of wicker swept back and forth, smoothing out the deep horseshoe prints again, and although the five regiments of the 4,000 Dongjiang Army did not yet meet the qualifications of the main battle troops, they were not inferior to any elite soldiers of the imperial court, and the disciplinary superiority of the workers was undoubtedly revealed, and the soldiers from the coal miners bit the copper coins in their mouths without saying a word, and the whole army was like a ghost shadow, walking through the dense plains and forests on both sides of the riverbank, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

It is said that dogs that bark don't bite! It's no wonder that Mao Jue shouted too fiercely, but he didn't take the initiative to attack once, so that these Mongolian tribes equated Dongjiang with the Ming army on the nine sides, and the Dongjiang people also guarded the city fortress and fought fiercely, and they didn't dare to go out of the city to fight with the Mongolian warriors! Under this kind of thinking, this Mongolian tribe is relaxed, except for organizing people and horses to go to the north from time to time to fight the plundering warfare that cannot take advantage, in the Songhua River basin, they should graze and graze, they should drink milk tea and drink milk tea, and live a comfortable life, and there is no war atmosphere at all.

This also gives Sun Chuanting an excellent space for exercise.

Day and night, this is the third day of going down the Songhua River.

The bright moonlight shone brightly from the western sky, and a bush rattled again, and several heads emerged from under the trees.

"Military rate, this is it!"

Compared with a few days ago, Yuan Dabao is a little sluggish, but Zhou has a few full stomachs and round eyes, and the advantages of coal workers are reflected here and often work night shifts, and it is not a problem to reverse these black and white.

Holding the combat binoculars issued by the Dongjiang River, looking at the Mongolian tribe in front of him, Sun Chuanting couldn't help but nod secretly, compared with the scattered Mongolian tribes a few days ago, this tribe is not only several times more numerous tonight, but also orderly, in addition to the fence that encloses the livestock, around the camp tent yurt, there are two more circles of fences around the periphery, and there are a lot of well-equipped sergeants who patrol back and forth with spears in iron armor.

This scale, even if it is not the target of this trip, is one of the important leaders of this Mongolian tribe, and it is worth doing.

Subconsciously, Sun Chuanting nodded calmly.

War is not always a bloody battle, the march and waiting before the war are the most painful, seeing that Sun Chuanting finally nodded, Yuan Dabao said hurriedly with excitement.

"The last general will go and greet the brothers immediately!"

But what made him vomit blood was that Sun Chuanting still shook his head so unhurriedly.

"There's no hurry!"

This is already the border of the Songnen Plain, next to the hilly belt of the Great Black Mountain, and withdrawing from the edge of the tribe not far from the river, Sun Chuanting climbed up the nearby nameless hill with a telescope and looked down condescendingly.

Here, the tributaries of the Songhua River end their soothing journey on the long plains and squeeze into narrow hills, where steep, towering valleys are formed.

Unlike Chen Qiyu, who fell into the valley, his Sun Chuanting prospered in the valley, and the greatest achievement in his life was the capture of King Gao Yingxiang in the Battle of the Black Waters, looking at those steep hills and valleys, a vague excitement also bloomed on his old face that had grown a lot whiter and had opened up all the wrinkles.

"That's it!"

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It is said that the nomadic people are brave and good at fighting, but no matter how brave and good at fighting, they are also militiamen, not professional professional troops that are nervous to the extreme for 25 hours a day, and at two or three o'clock in the morning, the military tent of Horqin has also become a dead silence, and Taiji's personal soldiers dozed off against the edge of the tent, and in the ordinary yurts on the periphery, it was even more snoring, and even the sheepdogs were dozing off with their front paws up and down.

But in the end, canines have a sense of hearing and smell hundreds of times more sensitive than humans, and on the east side of the sheep barn, a shepherd dog raised his head too violently as if it had a nightmare, and then, with a sniffle, looked behind him, and then, the beast's hideous mouth grinned, and its mouth trembled violently, obviously the beginning of the roar.

But at this moment, a pop, not much louder than a fart, sounded violently, and the head flew out halfway, and the animal was kicking its legs and losing its breath.

But at the other end, a stream of flames was also raised, and he was immediately thrown to the ground and stepped on a few feet, full of depression, Yuan Dabao rubbed his hot and sore palm behind his back sadly, and muttered depressedly.

"This, it's really a disposable!"

When the bullet is discharged, the friction between the sound wave and the cavity turns into energy to reduce the sound, but Mao Jue does not have the ability to practice honeycomb metal full of small holes, but the material is not enough IQ reward, this year, the most porous material is charcoal.

Unfortunately, due to the flammability of this thing, the disposable silencer is well deserved.

But this one-time is enough, the other end is also two pops, a sheepdog and an unlucky guy on the trumpet were thrown to the ground, dozens of people hurriedly grabbed the tribe's spare hay, and some wool bundles, piled up in the northwest direction of the sheepfold and horse pen, for a while could not find the ignition object, Yuan Dabao simply gave his flintlock pistol a unreliable silencer, shot at the sky, and then, was accurately cut into the shape of a silencer, but the charcoal block burning with an open flame was thrown into the wool pile, A fierce fire suddenly burst into flames.

When these Tartars invaded the Central Plains, they were most willing to drive the people of the Central Plains forward to serve as cannon fodder, but this time, they experienced the taste of being washed away, thousands of cattle with their heads and four feet were driven by the firelight, and ran in horror to the northeast, along the way, the tent collapsed, the shelf was knocked over, and the nomads rushed out of the tent in horror, and then a few shots came over, and the person was shot to the ground in the chest, and finally, I don't know who roared out in Mongolian in horror.

"Enemy attack!"

"Dongjiang's Ming Dog is here!"

Taiji's own soldiers rushed out of the yurt with bows and arrows, but they were immediately knocked forward and backward by the galloping sheep.

The flames are burning one after another, Yuan Dabao has memorized Sun Chuanting's order, there is no need to fight with these dog tartars, and he has to count the silver to keep his life! Let's set it on fire!

Torches were carried from the sheepfold and followed the cattle in the camp tent, and the sergeants of the Hegang Regiment lit them one by one on the tents, and some of the more immoral ones directly hung the torches on the sheep.

The Mongolian tribes at the end of the Ming Dynasty were really degraded to the extreme, and they were attacked, and these guys did not perform much better than the people of the Central Plains who were plundered by the Mongolian cavalry, and there were very few people who had the heart to resist, but the panicked Mongolian herdsmen rushed out of the house, and even their wives and children were gone, and they fled directly to the outside of the camp on horseback, and scattered into the wild.

A powerful guy wearing a fur roe deer and combing his pigtails was angry and carrying a horse, shouting in Mongolian on the edge of the tent, as if he wanted the Mongolian cavalry under his command to form a team or something, but good guy, this cavalry has just gathered a point, in the forest in the night, crackling a burst of gunfire overwhelmingly hit, the flintlock pistol of the Dongjiang River has no arquebus, this attack is completely sudden, defenseless, these elite cavalry of the Horqin Department were directly knocked down more than a hundred, driven by horror, They also merged into the refugees and fled towards the valley to the east.

The earth shook like an earthquake, and the crowds, the sheep, and the frightened footsteps trampled the land together, just like the great migration of wildebeest in East Africa.

But at the top of this team, Sun Chuanting didn't even have a trace of panic, but instead was full of killing intent and excitement to make meritorious contributions, even if he was exiled? He is still a well-known handsome talent!

The regiment of three workers of the 19th Factory was like a triangular funnel, and it was also guarding both sides of the narrow gorge, and the cold light of the bayonet jungle fish scales was like a terror at the panicked fleeing riders and herdsmen of the Horqin headquarters.

Without command, even millions of troops were useless, and they couldn't stop their horses when they were squeezed by the people behind them, and the Mongolian riders on both sides were like fish scales hanging from them, and they were slammed under the bayonet jungle where they were waiting for work, and a layer of corpses was scraped off alive.

Behind him, Yuan Dabao, who was holding torches and shouting, seemed to have turned into herdsmen driving livestock, driving these tribesmen into the slaughterhouse.

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After all, across the ocean, when Mao Jue received the news from the Dongjiang River, it was already seventeen days later.

At this time, he also embarked on the old road of Toyotomi Hideyoshi's conquest, and hundreds of thousands of troops from the Western Kingdom carried iron cannons and held Japanese spears, marching mightily on the winding and steep mountain roads of Kai, and marching towards the Kanto Plain.

This is the Tokyo of the next generation! How many times have you shouted on the Internet that blood stained Tokyo, but it was really moving, but Mao Jue couldn't get excited at all, it was really Kunimatsu Pill that left him an unprecedented mess.

He, the head of the Toyotomi family, died, Chiyo Ji succeeded to the throne, but at this juncture, he meant to belong to Yuan Chonghuan, who was looking at the Wa Kingdom, Lord Yuan seemed to be deeply stimulated by the death of this disciple, and even had the idea of unloading his armor and returning to the field, so to say, Mao Jue gave Yuan Chonghuan a few months off, and asked him to go to Mount Fuji to see the cherry blossoms and scatter his heart, and the burden of the Wa Kingdom could only be re-picked up by him, the lord, and the external peasants and samurai rebelled one after another, and after the female head of the internal Chiyo Ji took the throne, he spied on the heir of the Toyotomi family, The retainers of the Toyotomi family, who were staring at this regent status, were also ready to move, and they could definitely be called internal and external troubles.

At this time, Adriana received another piece of information, tearing open the wax pill in the letter at the foot of the eagle falcon, and Mao Jue tore the information to pieces with a gloomy face.

"General, what's wrong!"

Following the expedition, seeing Mao Jue's face so ugly for the first time, Song Xiance, who was following behind, chuckled in his heart and asked in amazement.

"Tricked!"

Looking back in the direction of the mainland with gloomy eyes, Mao Jue threw the information off the cliff fiercely.

"Whether it is the border town of Heilongjiang or the city of Yalu River, it is a smokescreen, and the Qing Tatar chief Taiji did not hit me Dongjiang at all! At the end of last month, the Qing army of 110,000 had already moved south to encircle Jinzhou!"

Another biggest winner and loser of the Ming and Qing wars in history, the Songjin War still kicked off as scheduled!

(End of chapter)