"Thank you, Eunuch Wang, for your strong support." Yuan Chonghuan said solemnly.

"I don't have to thank our family. I'm also asking Lord Yuan to give our family a team of Quan Yong, which is also good at protecting the flag. Although our family cannot rush forward, we can also cheer for the Lord..." Wang Yingqi, the military supervisor, said solemnly.

"It's time for public work." Yuan Chonghuan waved, called a general, gave a few instructions, and finished his explanation. Then he shouted: "Today, we will raise the flag here. If the flag goes forward, we will be a man. Even if we die, we will die for me. If we retreat behind this women's flag, we should not say that we are a man, nor do we say that we are a man, nor do we say that we are a man, nor do we say that we are a Jinning person. We should stand the flag..." Yuan Chonghuan shouted solemnly.

With Yuan Chonghuan shouting, Wang Yingqi's women-clothed flag team at the front of the team neatly inserted the flag on the ridge of this small Gushan Mountain. The existence of the flag could be seen from all directions, fluttering in the wind and majestic. With these standing flags, the people present had a more resolute look on their faces.

"Zu Dalei obeys the order!" Yuan Chonghuan shouted seriously.

"The last one is here!" Zu Da said happily.

"I ordered you to take my troops to attack and kill the Tartars." Yuan Chonghuan said with a loud and strict order. The Tartars team coming from the opposite side looked about five or six thousand. Yuan Chonghuan said without saying a word, preparing to start fighting directly, and shouting, confrontation, and formation. At this moment, there is no need for anything else. Yuan Chonghuan knew that he needed blood, courage, and courage, and courage after knowing shame. Yuan Chonghuan firmly believed that he could win this battle.

"The last general is ordered!" Zu Dale returned to Yuan Chonghuan and immediately returned to his own formation.

"Men Ning,...fight with me..." Zu Dale returned to the front of his team, raised his arms and shouted, then waved his arms and pointed the knife in his hand towards the Tartar team in front.

"Men!..." the soldiers shouted, and the only slogans they shouted were the strange word "Men", which was a little different from the past.

"Men!" Zu Dale took the lead and rushed down the small slope. Five thousand soldiers behind him also rushed down, and the remaining soldiers could shout "Men!" for the rushing horse.

The cavalry led by Zu Dale rushed directly to the oncoming Tartars without any hesitation.

...

Dorgon led five thousand men and horses and rushed over. Seeing that the Ming army seemed to be taking the small earth slope seriously, there seemed to be a large number, and there were big figures coming. It seemed that they had made many strange flags, which looked no different from clothes. He was wondering, and a man rushed down from the small earth slope and rushed towards him directly. There was no question in front of the formation, and there was no confrontation, so he came up and chopped up.

Dorgon was originally going to stop, confront him a little, or to find out who was coming and how many troops the other party had, and perhaps to intimidate the Ming Dynasty official army on the opposite side. As soon as he lowered his speed, he saw a Ming army rushing down directly, without any intention of stopping, which made his original abacus fail. The speed gradually slowed down and had to be raised again to prepare for hedging. When cavalry wars, the focus is on a gust of energy, and the speed is the speed. If he stops and waits for others to rush to the formation, the cavalry without speed will be really not very good and will suffer a great loss.

"Go..." Dorgon yelled loudly and rushed up.

...

The two cavalry collided in an instant.

There is no fancy, no particularity, no words, only the dull sound of horse hooves, only the dull sound of impact, and only the sound of sharp blades breaking through the flesh.

The battle instantly reached a white heat, with swords and swords flying everywhere.

The neighing of war horses, the roar of fighting, and the collision of weapons intertwined.

...

Yuan Chonghuan stood on the small earth slope, watching the battle of tens of thousands of people in front of him calmly, roaring and screaming from time to time, Yuan Chonghuan pretended not to see it. The soldiers behind him were also solemn and quietly waiting. Even if he watched it here, the blood in his heart would surge upwards, without any concessions or fancy, he could only exchange his life for his life and his injuries for his injuries.

"Futai, the Tartars seem to be coming." He Kegang shouted. Now the battle between the tens of thousands of people below is quite fierce. The swords and swords are almost equal in combat, and the victory and defeat cannot be decided for the time being. Now, another team of Tartars came from the opposite side. This group of people is more than the group just now.

"Well, let's see, how many Tartars are there?" Yuan Chonghuan asked with a slight move, staring at the battlefield below, or looking at the Tartar brigade running from afar.

"Sir, as far as you can see, there are almost 10,000 people here, at least no less than 10,000..." He Kegang measured the number of people and said.

"Ten thousand? In other words, the main force of the Tartars almost came out in full swing. I don't know how many people there are to defend the Tartars camp..." Yuan Chonghuan asked.

"Sir, this is hard to say, and it is hard to say whether the main force will be here this time. You will know when the end of the day is going to test it." He Kegang said.

"Well, there are tens of thousands of reinforcements directly attacking the Tatars this time. Can the Tartars be sure?" Yuan Chonghuan asked.

"Don't worry, sir, but Gang knows it in his mind and will not miss his affairs. Although the last general is not as good as Dale, he is very determined to win. It's just right to delay these Tartars!" He Kegang said lightly. Five thousand people went to defeat ten thousand Tartars, but He Kegang didn't feel much.

Zu Dale was fighting the five thousand tatars at this moment, and the ten thousand tatars who are coming now are now supported by He Kegang. Once this tatar is held back, the Ming Dynasty will have much chance of victory. If Yuan Chonghuan, Futai, led the remaining troops to fight against the five thousand tatars who fought fiercely with Zu Dale, he would probably defeat the five thousand tatars in one fell swoop, thus forming a local victory. After dealing with these five thousand tatars, he would turn around and dealing with the remaining tatars. As for the tatars in the camp, they probably would not dare to go out. Not every tatar is good at fighting, and there are also different levels in the tatars.

"But Gang is waiting for a moment, don't rush to rush!" Yuan Chonghuan thought for a while and asked.

"Sir?" He Kegang asked.

"Five thousand people are too few, and I will give you another 2,000 troops. Are you sure you can hold up these 10,000 Tartars with seven thousand troops?" Yuan Chonghuan thought for a while, but still felt that 5,000 to ten thousand was too lingering, so it would be better to add some more.

"Thank you, I have no problem with Kegang." He Kegang said gratefully. He Kegang went with the determination to die. As long as he delayed those 10,000 Tartars, he could create conditions for Yuan Chonghuan to deal with the 5,000 Tartars. The Ming Dynasty had the advantage over the Tartars in terms of military strength. As long as the combat power was equal, victory would always shift to this side. However, he delayed 10,000 Tartars by 5,000 Tartars, and the consequences were not so easy to bear. [He Kegang died very heroically in history, and he could definitely be considered a person who faced death directly.]

"Go!" Yuan Chonghuan said quietly. With the sound of chopping, roar, and the sound of weapons colliding, these words entered He Kegang's ears.

"I will get the order!" He Kegang agreed.

...

"Menning men..." He Kegang blushed with his face as if he was very happy, and shouted with the greatest strength.

"...fight with me..." Suzhe He Kegang shook his arms and waved his sword.

"Madman!" With this strange shout, the seven thousand iron cavalry rushed towards the Tartars in the distance like roaring waves.

"Madman!!" A roar of Zhuang Xing still sounded behind him.

Yuan Chonghuan did not intend to give the Tartars any chance to breathe. As soon as the enemy appeared, he immediately went up to stick the enemy. Here, he was Jinning's military strength and Jinning was at home. Although Jinning's infantry usually dared not leave the city, now that he is at this special moment, there is no saying that he dares to leave the city.

Yuan Chonghuan looked at the two iron streams that were about to hit each other calmly, full of confidence. The soldiers behind him were even more determined.

...

Jirgalang hurriedly gathered the troops from the camp and dispatched more than 10,000 troops, almost all the elite troops in the camp. As soon as he arrived at the battlefield, he saw a Ming Dynasty official army running towards him, and almost didn't give him a chance to breathe. Jirgalang was also secretly surprised. When was the Ming Dynasty official army so afraid of death? He took the initiative to attack him?

Jirgalang was also a veteran on the battlefield. Seeing that the Ming Dynasty seemed to be endless people rushing out from behind the small slope, he knew that this was a decisive battle with the Ming Dynasty, but he didn't think much about it. He waved his hand and immediately rushed out to intercept him. Jirgalang knew that he could not put all his troops into the battlefield at once, and he had to leave enough teams of power to take care of emergencies. If all of them were glued, there would be big trouble.

Jirgalang looked at the people running down from the small slope in surprise, as if endless. He knew that there were too few people he sent, so he waved his hand and another cavalry ran out of his side for two moments, chasing the cavalry in front.

Jirgalang was secretly frightened. On the battlefield not far away, it seemed that Dorgon and the Ming Dynasty's official troops were fighting. It seemed that they had been fighting for a lot of time. The movements and courage of the two sides were obviously not as strong as the two men who had just collided together.

When was the Ming Dynasty so unafraid of death? He actually dared to fight the Dajin to death? Looking at the remaining people behind him, Jirgalang was even more shocked! He originally wanted to help Dorgon and quickly ended the fierce battle there, but when he saw the Ming Dynasty official troops ready to go on the small earth slope not far away, Jirgalang did not dare to move. This battle obviously depends on who has a long potential. If he used the last bravery too early, he would be afraid that this war would be won, so he would not be sure.

...

He Kegang, carrying seven thousand men and horses, shouting the word "man" and collided with the Tartars without any fancy. The opening was almost the same as Zu Dale, with violent collisions, fighting and wailing bursting out instantly.

Fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting, and fighting, on this battlefield, there is nothing else except fighting and fighting.

On the battlefield, something strange happened. There were a group of people on both sides standing outside the field to watch the battle, allowing the people and horses in the middle of the battlefield to fight fiercely, as if the fight had nothing to do with him.

Jiergalang did not move, and Yuan Chonghuan did not move.

...

"Sir, it seems that the Tartars have not all been put into the battlefield, and there are at least three or four thousand people still not moving." A general next to Yuan Chonghuan said with some anxiety at the stalemate battlefield.

"It's okay, he didn't move, that's because I didn't move here either." Yuan Chonghuan said lightly.

"But, sir..." The general became anxious. The situation on the two major battlefields below can only be described as tragic. Dead people, dead horses, flags and weapons have been left on this grass. Every time you breathe, people kept falling to the ground. The longer the battle stalemate, the more people died.

"It's okay! Don't mess up the morale of the army..." Yuan Chonghuan said lightly, and said, leaving the soldiers behind. At first glance, the soldiers' faces were full of fortitude.

"I know you're wrong!" The general who just spoke quickly admitted his mistake. On the battlefield, a little fatigue was revealed, which was very fatal. If his anxious face was looked at by the people behind him, it would be a big blow to his morale.

...

Jirgalang held the Mile Mile Mile and was also carefully observing the team of people confronting him across the battlefield.

"Governor of Liaodong Yuan..." Jirgalang put down the Qianli Mile Mile and said, he had already distinguished from the flag who was confronting him.

"Master, it should be Yuan Manzi. With so many Ming Dynasty officials, Yuan Manzi can command it." A slave said in a affirmative tone.

"Yes, Yuan Manzi has a strong stubborn spirit and dares to fight with me Dajin openly. He really has a leopard courage..." Jirhalang despised Yuan Chonghuan, but he was also confused in his heart. From the Qianli Mile Mile, he could see that there were many very "special" flags on the edge of Yuan Chonghuan's banner. Jirhalang carefully studied it and determined that this was the clothes worn by women in the Ming Dynasty. When the Ming Dynasty people were full, they dared to use women's clothes as flags? They were still swaying trees in front of the military formation? Why? Jirhalang's heart sank for a moment.

...

On Songshan Fort.

The sound of fighting in the distance also blew to Songshan Fort with the wind. Such a large-scale fighting is by no means comparable to the short-term scout war in the past.

"Sir, it's not that Lord Yuan and the others are here to save us?" A general asked in a complicated tone at Songshan Fort.

"It shouldn't be!" Zu Dashou's beard was already on his face, and he hadn't shaved for a long time. The harassment war by the Tartars has left him with no time or the mood to shaved. Now his beard is left on his face, almost occupying his entire face.

Zu Dashou was puzzled. The order he received was to guard Songshan Fort, maybe half a year or longer. As for the rescue from the outside, I guess he should not think about it. It was just a scout war and was investigating horses. Zu Dashou was also ready to run out of ammunition and food. Now it has not been half a year, and the food is still sufficient. The superiors are in a hurry to save him so quickly. Logically speaking, he was not at the end of ammunition and food, and the superiors would never make great efforts to save him. Could it be that something happened?

The sound of rushing outside is not a scout war, it is obviously tens of thousands of people fighting for a long time. Because the hills blocked him, he could not see the situation outside, he could only hear the sound, and could only guess.

Zu Dashou raised the thousand-mile mirror again, and what he might have seen were the dust rising from the other side of the mountain and the Tatar camp that looked relatively empty in the distance.

...

On the Little Gu Mountain.

Yuan Chonghuan looked at the battlefield below with a calm expression.

"Staff General Yang, how many Tartars are there, but they have calculated it?" Yuan Chonghuan asked. He did not rush up directly to stick to the Tartars like Zu Dale and He Kegang, and he was still waiting for something.

"When you go back to Futai, you will be between 15,000 and 16,000..." The staff member named Yang replied, he had been writing and calculating.

"Oh, 15,600, the Tartars are only more than 18,000. Apart from the Tartars we dealt with when we came, the Tartars are at most 18,000. There are 15,600 people here. There are only two or three thousand people in the Tartar camp, right?" Yuan Chonghuan asked calmly.

"The Lord Fu Tai University should be quite close. If we count the scattered horses that were scattered in all directions and had not had time to take them back, in fact, the Tartar camp should not exceed two thousand." The Yang adviser replied.

"Is there two thousand or three thousand in the camp? Or only one thousand, and the rest are outside?" Yuan Chonghuan asked solemnly.

"Sir, it's hard to say that not only are there many elites in the camp difficult to predict, but it's also difficult to determine how many elites there are in the camp, but according to common sense, most of them should be at least two thousand in the camp, and at most one thousand outside... Moreover, there should be no elites in the camp, and there are also different levels in the Tartars, and the levels are particularly clear. It is estimated that there must be such a group of people on the Tartars' side. These people should not be considered elites, and they can only gather the number of people..." said the staff officer Yang.

"Well, that's it!... According to my opinion, the leader of this group of Tartar leaders must be elite. Seeing that the official does not move, they are still there. When I go down and try his skills, if the ability is rare, it means that there are still elites in the camp. If it is a strong Tartar, that is, there are not many elites in the camp. As for the Explosive Horses that have not been recovered, there is no need to pay attention to him. With Zu Dabi here, more than a thousand Tartars should not be bad... When Lord Zhang's infantry left Jinzhou City, arrived at Songshan Fort, and joined Zu Dashou, and attacked the Tartar camp from the trenches dug by the Tartars. I want to see if the Tartars camp was burned, are they still anxious or not? Or are they still interested in fighting..." Yuan Chonghuan could not hold back and was ready to launch a plan without the situation being fully determined.

"Sir, the enemy situation is not yet clear. As the head coach, you should not charge yourself. Once you are trapped in the battlefield, who will come to command the overall situation? If you are injured on the battlefield, the consequences will be unimaginable!" Yang advised.
Chapter completed!