The sun is shining brightly, and after the autumn rain, the Liaodong Peninsula is filled with a clear and cool autumn air. In addition, the temperature has warmed up, making people in it feel very comfortable.

This is indeed a good day to send troops to fight!

A Shulu sat on the high-rise building in Fuzhou's abandoned city, looking at the battlefield in front of him with an irritable look on his face.

This Mongolian general who participated in the Western Expedition of the Paodu and was second only to Tachar in Ochijinwulus, now he looked uneasy, like an old ant on a hot pan. If he hadn't been forcibly calm, he would have probably been spinning around now.

The reason is that the 6,000 Northern Expedition Army commanded by Chen Dexing has reached the south of Fuzhou Waste City, facing the more than 20,000 people from A Shulu across the Fuzhou River!

Moreover, when Chen Dexing's army arrived, a sphere that was larger than the yellow tent of Ochijin Wulus immediately rose!

Such a big thing actually flew into the sky, and there was no need to even have a wing. This... this is a god! The Ming King Chen Dexing turned out to be a real god. What should I do now? How could I beat the gods with my flesh and bones and mortals with more than 20,000 mobs?

It turned out that when A Shulu was watching the formation in Daheishan, it was windy and rainy, so he didn't see the hot air balloon, so he thought that the legend of "Tongtian Ball" might not be true.

But now the Southern Barbarians have just arrived in Fuzhou and have raised the Tiantian Ball! Such a large object can fly dozens of feet high∑⌒long∑⌒wind∑⌒literature∑⌒xue,△≦↘t, who else can’t see on the entire battlefield? The Mongols are fine, but they are just afraid and will not collapse. But it’s hard to say what will happen to the Jurchen Barbarians!

In front of A Shulu, who was standing high above the tower, was the extremely hasty line of defense arranged by the barbarians of the Jurchen.

A Shulu didn't have the courage to take these 20,000 people to fight Chen Dexing in the field. He only dared to let them lean on the Fuzhou River to build a fort and defend, and could drag Prince Huotu's army until the arrival of... Even A Shulu didn't know what it was. After all, Chen Dexing was probably a real god!

In the early years, 20,000 Mongolian cavalry could sweep across the Western Regions and destroy countless countries! However, since Chen Dexing was released, he was restrained everywhere. Even the "gate" of Yanjing City was blocked and he did not dare to counterattack!

On the north bank of the Fuzhou River, there are twelve military camps standing against the river in a row. They are connected by bows and crossbows, and they are enough to help. After these twelve military camps, there are eight branches surrounding the abandoned city of Fuzhou, all built on hilly slopes and guarding the city layer by layer.

However, these twenty military camps were built very hasty. Because time was urgent, the Jurchens and Tartars were not able to build cities, so they did not build trenches and rammed earth exterior walls. Instead, they were replaced by village gates. Each military camp had three-fold village gates, which could be held layer by layer. There were many arrow towers and arrow towers, which could be built from a high place, and they could shoot arrows and kill enemies. As for the materials, it was the most common wood in Liaodong. This arrangement was actually the most commonly used city structure method for tribes in Liaodong today. It was not used to fight against the strong attacks of the army, but to deal with tribal fighting.

In addition to these twenty military camps, Fuzhou was also restored in a hurry and became the last line of defense for A Shulu. All 1,600 Mongolian cavalry were concentrated here by A Shulu. They could support the attacks everywhere at any time. Of course, these Mongolian cavalry also played the role of a supervising team.

On such a hurry-built defense line, A Shulu concentrated all the troops he could concentrate. The Mongolian cavalry in the headquarters were more than 1,600, and the various wild Jurchens were more than 20,000. Even the horse-striking raids were not sent out. As for the behind him, they were all empty. However, A Shulu was not worried about Chen Dexing's sneak attack because there was nothing worth stealing there, just some wild Tartars.

Only tens of thousands of tribes from the third-class Han Han people from Goryeo who were gathered near Chenyang, including more than 100,000 Han people from Goryeo. Some were descendants of Han people, and some were not. However, when Chenyang came, they were regarded as third-class Han people, and they also spoke Chinese.

However, Chen Dexing still can't reach Chen Yang at the moment and doesn't know how many soldiers the Tongtian Ball can transport?

Ashurouen started and looked at the hot air balloon that was bigger than the yellow tent. His brows were a little tighter. This thing is so big, it should... be able to hold 100 soldiers, right?

Shaking his head, A Shulu looked down at the other side of the Fuzhou River. The Nanmanzi also set up a camp. At that time, they were built quite strongly, with fences, trenches, horses, and buildings all in sight! There were also several rammed earth platforms behind the camp, with some things that seemed to be big tubes on it, and there was a two-wheeled frame under the big tube. There was also a group of Nanman soldiers fiddling around, and I don’t know what they were doing?

...

Boom boom boom boom...

There was a violent trembling sound of breaking through the air. Sixteen cast iron balls broke through the air and all hit the hamlet of a military camp built by the river. They were nailed together as the mouth of the bowl, and buried deeply in the soil with wood more than two feet deep. When the iron ball was gently touched, a loud bang suddenly made a loud noise, and it was broken and torn like chopsticks. A gap suddenly appeared on the hamlet!

Another one was directly hit on the wooden bracket of a watchtower. The wood as thick as a bowl was suddenly broken! With a squeaking sound, the tall watchtower collapsed! The wild Jurchen warriors above let out a burst of horror screams!

A Shulu, who was watching the battle in Fuzhou City, suddenly felt a numb scalp that was showing his power just now, should be something like a musket! But the power was so terrible. Obviously, it was not something that ordinary muskets could achieve... Maybe it was really a magic that was used by a god!

When I thought that my opponent this time was probably a god, even an experienced old warrior like A Shulu had weak legs and feet. If he hadn't been determined, he would have kneeled down.

The wild Jurchen Tartars who were being bombarded in front were already panicked. During this period, Tartars, who had "escaped" from Jinzhou, came to the Fuzhou army. As a result, rumors about the arrival of immortals in the Han people became more and more popular in the Ashulu army!

Now I have seen the "Tongtian Ball" with my own eyes and was bombarded. How could I have any fighting spirit? In the midst of the smoke and dust, I saw the warriors from various tribes of the Jurchens kneeling down and kowtowing at the hot air balloons in the sky like pounding garlic.

Opposite them, we saw the Northern Expedition Army listing a thick array outside its camp, and the Infantry Armor shining brightly in the sun. A bed crossbow was pushed to the beach of the Fuzhou River. The Northern Expedition Army artillery in leather armor was rotating the winch and opening the bed crossbow, and putting the sky thunder arrows filled with black H medicine into the launch position. Then we aimed at the Jurchen camp on the other side of the river and shot the sky thunder arrows. In a blink of an eye, another roar of shaking mountains!

On the left and right and behind the Northern Expedition Army camp, the brigade of armored cavalry dismounted and just sat on the grass to rest. The war horses stood solemnly, either lowering their heads to gnaw on the yellowed grass, or looking up at the battlefield where fireballs rose in the distance. These war horses have received special training on Jeju Island and have long been accustomed to the scene of fireworks. As long as the infantry and artillery in front can tear open the wild Jurchen camp, they can carry the Northern Expedition Army's armored cavalry across the river from the shallows and launch a fierce attack!

Further apart, Chen Dexing's Eight Banners soldiers were divided into small teams to attack everywhere, scattering the farthest for more than a hundred miles, holding the control of the entire battlefield in his hand. He turned Ah Shulu into a blind and deaf man, and he could not do anything except defending the deserted city of Fuzhou. Although the number of cavalry under his command was far more than Chen Dexing, in the current situation, if those wild Jurchens were scattered, would they directly surrender to the "Sage Chen" side?

A Shulu's face was covered in cold sweat. The battle of Fuzhou had just started, and his more than 20,000 troops seemed to be in a desperate situation!

"My mother, how can this battle be fought? It's hard to say whether the opponent is a man or a god. I haven't encountered such a battle after half a lifetime! Could it be... Our Great Mongolia killed too many Han people, which has angered the Han gods?"

The two Mongolian households who were crowded with him looked at each other. Since the army of Great Mongolia has been around, they have even fought a cowardly battle today. More than 20,000 people have been surrounded by thousands of people in the city. Such a battle seems to be fought by the Song people, right? Why is it now the turn of Great Mongolia? Could it be that Great Mongolia is really going to be exhausted?

After humming a few words, A Shulu seemed to calm down. He gritted his teeth and said, "After all, there are more than 20,000 people! The person named Chen is a true god, probably not very powerful, otherwise he would have come to the wilderness of Liaodong to do something? Isn't Lin'an happy to take down Yanjing directly? Isn't it safe to defend Huotu's troops! At that time, with 20,000 Mongolian warriors, even the person named Chen is a true god, and he has to retreat to the south of Dahei Mountain."

A Shulu said it hard, but she felt regretful in her heart.

If he had known that Chen Dexing was a god, he would not have come to Fuzhou. He would have been able to stay in Liaoyang for a happy day. Anyway, he was not the one who did this Mongolian Khan, and even the Khan of Ochijin Wulus would not have his share. Why did he work so hard?

Just when he was regretting it, the Northern Expedition Army on the opposite battlefield suddenly cheered loudly: "Long live the Ming King! Long live the Ming King!"

A Shulu didn't understand Chinese language, so he turned his head to see a thousand households beside him. These thousand households used to serve as officials in Yanjing and could understand Chinese language.

"Ming...Ming King, they called Long Live the Ming King again, it was because the Ming King who came in person!" The Qianhu replied. I don't know when the Mongolian warriors in the Ashulu army no longer dared to call Chen Dexing "Chen thief" and "Chen Ni" to call Chen Dexing, and no one dared to call him his name. This person even directly called Chen Dexing "Ming King".

A Shulu looked up at the battlefield and saw hundreds of "Qixue" appearing surrounded by a sun and moon flag behind the Northern Expedition Army's infantry formation!
Chapter completed!