Today's first more delivered! At the same time that Huang Taiji left Shenyang, as the representative of Zhang Zhun with carte bl'bernary, Zhong Wuying took the cavalry troops under his command to Hetuara and went straight to the Tartars' lair.

From Shenyang, to Hetuala, the distance is still quite far. Mainly because of the topography. From Hetuara to Shenyang, it's basically downhill. On the contrary, from Shenyang to Hetuala, it is uphill. The defeat in the Battle of Sarhu that year also had topographical reasons. The Tartars were on the high ground, and the Ming army was on the low ground. The Tartar cavalry rushed down from a high place, and the power was great, and the Ming army certainly couldn't stop it.

Along the way, Zhong Wuying led the cavalry, but did not encounter any battles. Except for the sporadic horse thieves who came out of nowhere, the Tartars have largely disappeared. When those horse thieves saw the arrival of the cavalry of the Tiger Ben Army, they did not dare to get too close, and quietly retreated.

The composition of horse thieves in the Liaodong region is very complex. There are some Han people, some alien races, and more of them, but they are homeless people who don't even know what their race is. Whether it is the Dajin Kingdom or the Mongols, there are many people who cannot survive and have to flee. According to the laws of the two tribes, if they were caught, they were to be put to death. In desperation, these people had no choice but to take risks and become horse thieves.

In addition, there were many prisoners in both communities. Most of these prisoners were converted from slaves. In addition to the slaves of the Han Chinese, there were other ethnic groups. The slaves, dissatisfied with their treatment, killed their masters and became unforgivable prisoners. In order to survive, these prisoners fell into the grass one after another" constituted the main force of the horse thieves in Liaodong.

As for the horse thieves in the Liaodong region, the policy of the "Tiger Army" is to temporarily coexist peacefully, and everyone will not invade each other. Because "the main target of the Tiger Army is still the main force of the Tartars." Until this goal is accomplished, Zhang Zhun does not want to be sideways. If Huang Taiji pulls those horse thieves over and resists desperately, it will not do the cavalry of the Tiger Ben Army any good.

Of course, now that "the main force of the Tartars has been completely annihilated, and Huang Taiji has also announced his surrender, the sharp knives of the cavalry of the Tiger Ben Army are ready to fall on these horse thieves." Probably these horse thieves also sensed the danger and ran far away from Shenyang and Liaoyangjing to avoid the sharp edge of the Tiger Ben cavalry.

In fact, "the war in Liaodong has basically ended up now."

The Tiger Ben army ruled the Liaodong region, and there was no suspense anymore. Even the formed Tartars can't deal with the Tiger Army, let alone the sporadic horse thieves. Even if the Tiger Ben Army and the horse thief fight in the future, the scale of the battle is estimated to be not very large.

All the Tartars, those who were willing to fight, had already been imprisoned in Shenyang. Those who did not want to fight gathered in Hetuara "to wait for the disposition of the Tiger Ben army." Therefore, Zhong Wuying's men, even though there were only less than 3,000 cavalry, still dared to go alone. I believe that there are not many Tartars, and at this time, they will do stupid things to exterminate their clan.

Along the way, the cavalry of the Huben Army successively passed through Fushun, Salhu and other places. These two places are ancient battlefields of the year. Fushun this place, the name is good, in fact, it is a shame in the Ming Kingdom. Because, Li Yongfang, the first generation of traitors, surrendered to the Tartars here. If it weren't for Li Yongfang's surrender, the situation in Liaodong would not have deteriorated rapidly.

"Destroy!"

"Destroy them all!" Zhong Wuying ordered categorically.

He wants to destroy everything related to Li Yongfang, a traitor. After Li Yongfang surrendered, the Tartars were really not kind to him, not only built statues and the like, but also built an ancestral hall for him. Now, under the hammer of the Tiger Army, all of them have come to naught.

After destroying everything about Li Yongfang, Zhong Wuying continued to lead the army forward. Leaving Fushun and walking east along the bank of the Hunhe River, after a few days, we arrived at the ancient battlefield of Salhu. For all Ming people, the name Salhu has a special meaning. Especially for those Ming officers and soldiers who had served in Liaodong, the three words of Salhu deeply stung them. Because, Salhu, is the beginning of all nightmares. If it had not been for the defeat of Sarhu, the situation in Liaodong would not have deteriorated so quickly, and there would not have been so many Ming officers and soldiers who finally died at the hands of the Tartars. Starting from Salhu, to Shenyang, to Liaoyang, to Guangning, to Dalinghe Fort, to the entry of Tatars, all these are connected to each other. The starting point is Salhu.

In the past, Zhong Wuying felt that the ancient battlefield of Sarhu should be a place of depression and loneliness. Here, there should be countless unjust souls accumulated. All the Ming officers and soldiers who died in battle, their souls should have no chance to be released. Their death is indeed too aggrieved. Their anger is enough to completely envelop Salhu. However, after arriving here, Zhong Wuying appeared, and the scenery of the ancient battlefield of Salhu was actually very beautiful. On the surface, everything around Salhu looks like a scenic spot. The team walked on it as if it were a tour of the mountains and rivers. Over here. There are mountains, water, lakes, mountains full of red leaves, and bleak autumn fans......

Even, even Zhong Wuying, who has not changed much, can think of a poem by Fan Zhongyan of the Song Dynasty: "Blue clouds, yellow leaves." The autumn colors are continuous, and the waves are cold and smoky. The mountains reflect the slanting sun and the sky receives water. The grass is ruthless, and it is even more outside the sun. There are no more words that can describe what we see in front of us more vividly than this one.

Zhong Wuying couldn't help but sigh a little, if it weren't for the battle seventeen years ago, this place might not have been revealed. Perhaps, in the future, there should be more publicity, so that more people can come here to play, and by the way, remember the war 17 years ago.

As the procession gradually went deeper into Salhu, the beautiful scenery finally gradually decreased. The heavens and the earth gradually became darker. The surrounding UA grass and trees have also changed from beautiful and colorful to terrifying and hideous. The bleak autumn wind and the strange sound also make people's hearts tighten. After all, the ancient battlefield is an ancient battlefield, and it is finally slowly revealing its original face.

Slowly, large expanses of open space appeared in front of Zhong Wuying and the others. This vast open space is very strange, there are no plants on the ground, as if no plants can grow. The surface of the land is only one layer black. All of this is in strong contrast with what I saw before.

The cavalry's horses pass by, and from time to time, you can step on something odd. Every now and then, there is a soft clicking sound. If someone dismounts and examines it carefully, it will be seen that it is a human bone that has been trampled on. If you dig down with a dagger, you can easily dig up a skull.

"Tap."

"Don't wake them up."

Zhong Wuying reminded his subordinates in a low voice.

The Great Battle of Salhu, more than ten years have passed, and the ruins of the battlefield have been beaten by wind and rain, sun and rain, and are almost unrecognizable. However, everything under the ground is still telling the tragic situation of the year. The Ming army, which was full of 50,000 people, fell into the hands of the Tartars. Their blood has completely stained the land red.

It is precisely because of the soaking of a large amount of blood that the soil structure here has undergone a qualitative change, and plants can no longer grow. This large black land, buried underneath, is all the bones of those who died in the war. They have been sleeping here for more than ten years.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, a strange wind formed in the clearing.

Under the impact of the strange wind, the heavens and the earth gradually dimmed. The sunlight that could have been seen is now completely gone. The surrounding trees, under the blow of the strange wind, are constantly swaying, as if they are warriors waving their noses and weapons, fighting the enemy.

In the air, you can still smell the slightest hint of blood. If you listen carefully, you can still hear the collision and fighting of the Jin Ge iron horse, the screams of the personnel, the neighing of the war horses, the hoarse roar of the commander, and the groans of the wounded.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and I can't see my fingers. The strange wind, getting bigger and bigger, kept blowing every Tiger Ben Army soldier. Under the blowing of strange winds, it is impossible to light a torch. The air, with all sorts of hiss and screams, seemed to grow more and more violent.

"Line up!" Zhong Wuying suddenly blessed his soul and shouted in a deep voice.

The warriors of the Tiger Cavalry Battalion immediately stopped their horses, and then lined up neatly.

"Salute!" Zhong Wuying shouted loudly again to the soldiers of the Tiger Cavalry Battalion, raised his right hand in unison, and saluted solemnly.

They instantly understood what Zhong Wuying meant. The Ming soldiers who died here, no matter how they sacrificed, they were all warriors who defended their homes and the country. The wrong decision-making of the boss is the responsibility of the boss. There is nothing wrong with the officers and men at the lower levels. They deserve such respect and believe that it was the first time that a Han army had arrived here more than ten years after the Battle of Sarhu. These bursts of strange winds and these bursts of shadows are believed to have been made by those unjust souls underground. I believe that those heroic souls who sleep underground also hope to be comforted by future generations. Of course, the most important thing is that they should be respected by future generations. The more than 500,000 soldiers of the Ming army who died in Liaodong, everyone, should be respected.

"Raise your gun!" Zhong Wuying stopped drinking again.

The warriors of the Tiger Cavalry Battalion raised their muskets in unison.

"Put!"

Zhong Wuying shouted.

"Bang!"

The uniform sound of gunfire shook the silence of the wilderness.

As the gunshots rang out, there seemed to be a glimmer of light in the darkness, as if the morning sun had torn apart the darkness of the earth. The strange wind that was originally raging quietly retreated. It seems that the screams are getting worse and stronger, and they are slowly becoming fragile.! ~！