Because of Korqin's turnaround, it directly led to the joining of other troops. In order to preserve the grassland where breeding and thriving, Cheng Zidong's Northern Expedition Army grew rapidly.

Before the army to die, there were frequent melee in the Tongliao area. The Mongolian troops were obviously more active than the army to die in the war to clear the periphery of Shengjing. Especially in this war of beating the dogs, no one thought there was anything wrong.

Relying on the strong and defeating the weak has always been a tradition, and there is no rebellion or rebellion, so there is no need to say that the rebels are not rebels.

Both Manchu and Mongolian sides were basically not capable, and the so-called warriors were just showing off. Under the current situation, no matter Manchu and Mongolian, they no longer had much potential for war. When they fought, they often came out from their clans. As long as they were a man, they would spread out regardless of whether they were soldiers or not.

The most direct consequence is that war turns into massacre, and there is no obvious boundary between soldiers and poor people.

As the Jianzhou Jurchens, the total population is between 800,000 and 900,000. From the time of Jiashen’s entry into the pass, more than 100,000 soldiers and a considerable number of young Ding Zhuang have been lost. The total population has been halved, and the degree of tragedy can be imagined.

When Cheng Zidong's main force arrived, the battle between Manchu and Mongolia had been going on for four days. Both sides had already been red-eyed and suffered heavy losses.

The total investment of troops on both sides was only a few thousand. As soon as several battalions of the dead army pressed up, they immediately became sweeping.

Something that no one can imagine happened.

A woman appeared on the battlefield.

The army to die has seen a large battle, nor has it experienced a tragic life-and-death battle, but this is the first time I have seen such a situation.

It is obvious that these women have not received any military training. Not to mention the technical aspects of tactical cooperation and coordinated combat, they don’t know the most basic fighting skills, they are just ordinary people.

"The Jurchens have no soldiers!" The Mongolian troops cheered together, shouting loudly, and waving their swords.

For the Mongolian tribes, whether these women participate in the war or not can do anything except show that the enemy has no more troops to fight. There is nothing worth sympathizing with. Wars on the grassland have always been like this.

The winner takes all the game, the loser loses, and there is no chance of survival.

As night falls, Mongolian tribes are chasing the scattered Jurchen tribes. Tongliao is already supporting them. When the sun rises tomorrow, victory will come.

There is no suspense about tomorrow's battle. However, the soldiers who went to the death did not have the joy of winning before victory. This is no longer a war, it is simply an indiscriminate massacre.

The enemy did not have to fight to the death. They have been shouting for surrender countless times, but the army to die will never accept this kind of surrender and must implement the strategy of killing them all.

On the battlefield, the tradition of going to the death is to get stronger when encountering the strong. No matter how powerful an enemy is, it has no effect except for the bloodthirsty nature of going to the death. But now it is different. The enemy has reached the extreme and even women are coming out to die. Although they can easily kill these so-called "army" easily, the shadow in their hearts is gradually increasing.

This is the strategy of the commander. None of the senior officers dared to say anything, but they did not say anything about the requests of middle and lower-level officers. Instead, they gave the suggestion of accepting the enemy's surrender to Cheng Zidong, the highest commander.

Given the current situation, we can know that tomorrow's battle will definitely be even more tragic. It is not that the level of the battle is tragic, but that the Tartars are desperately desperate. Although this kind of beast-hiding fight cannot cause substantial harm to the dead army, the shadow in their hearts is lingering.

Cheng Zidong is also a human being. He knows the nature of this battle and understands the feelings of the brothers below.

This has nothing to do with sympathy, but something that comes from human nature.

If we want to accept the surrender of the Tartars, Cheng Zidong dared not send out such an order that was contrary to the original strategy of the commander, nor could he send it out. Cheng Zidong was not a literate person, so it was impossible for him to really let go of a way out for the Tartars.

It is certain to continue attacking, and the key is how to eliminate the psychological barriers of the warriors.

What would you do if the Grandmaster was there?

"Since the Wanli period, Jiannu has ignored the nurturing of our dynasty and served the kindness of the dynasty with resentment and poison. He returned to our dynasty with hatred. He occupied the land of our two Liaos and wanted to disrupt the Central Plains. Many of my children and brothers were slaves, and finally became a hill of white bones outside the pass. My sisters and compatriots were raped and cried every day. All those who endured humiliation and were filthy and blew up in the world... "

"The Bone Hill outside the Pass!" Cheng Zidong roared and looked at his brothers: "You have forgotten the seven killings of the Grand Marshal? What is the Bone Hill? How many outside the Pass have been killed by the Tartars? More than one million!"

"Dig apart the land under your feet and see if there are any bones of my fellow countrymen."

"Look up and see if the heroic spirits of our compatriots have dispersed?"

The Seven Killing Order is the unforgettable core idea of ​​every soldier who went to the death. Cheng Zidong once again brought out the Seven Killing Order of the Seven Killing Order of the Seven Killing Order: "My sisters are raped and crying every day. All those who endure humiliation and are indifferent to the world are Nangu Kings. How many of our sisters and children are humiliated? Do you guys know what it means to cry? You are all fucking bullshit? You all touch your conscience and think about it carefully. What is the situation of crying blood and crying?"

"Those who kill my fellow countrymen are like killing my father."

"Those who tyrannize my sister are like insulting my mother."

"What is our compatriots, our sisters, endure humiliation and despise for? I just hope that we can come and avenge them."

"We are here today, with a fork, what did we do?" Cheng Zidong roared at the top of his lungs: "I won't talk about how to fight in the future. I won't talk about letting the Tartars go or not. I won't talk about it. Just think about it for me, do you agree or not to die in a million tragic way?"

Hatred has always been the sharpest weapon.

"Today we let the Tartars go, how did they let your and my compatriots go? Tartars are beasts, so we will be wilder than beasts. If we want to kill, we need blood. If we feel soft, we will go back and ask the general to tell us." Cheng Zidong pulled out his waist and cut a corner of the book: "As a soldier to the death, I have never thought about the reputation behind me. For our compatriots, I have long been prepared to turn into a beast, Ding Yi..."

"exist!"

"If you feel soft-hearted, get back to me, and I will fight with you."

"I'm not soft-hearted." Ding Yi shouted with his chest out, his face flushed and he was breathing heavily: "As long as it is a Tartar, one kills, the Grand Marshal is the evil dog of this nation, and I am the Grand Marshal's evil dog. The Grand Marshal said that he would bite me whoever he told me to bite. He would never look back if he didn't bite to death..."

"Okay, tomorrow you will attack the city. You are the vanguard. I don't have to say anything about how you should fight."

"clear."

The Seven Killing Order has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and this guiding ideology based on hatred has once again become the basic strategy pursued by the Northern Expedition Army.

The bloodthirsty nature of the army to die is once again revealed, which will surely bring the most complete blood and massacre.

After the crowd dispersed, Cheng Zidong fell down powerlessly. Killing was inevitable. Cheng Zidong could not issue the order to avoid killing, nor could he stop the massacre, nor could he stop the larger-scale killing in the future, and he had to continue the killing in his own hands. No one could do it except the Grand Marshal himself.

But the commander’s meaning is obviously to carry out the big killing to the end, which is unchangeable. If the commander himself is present, the killing will definitely be more direct and thorough...

That is, three or two years ago, the Grand Marshal still smiled when he saw everyone. Cheng Zidong really couldn't connect the Grand Marshal who had a smile on his face and the current Grand Marshal. With the Grand Marshal's planning ability, would he not know the situation in front of him? It is impossible. Has the Grand Marshal never soft-hearted?

I couldn't understand what it was, and suddenly I remembered Lu Zhili.

What a bullshit Lu Zhili is actually part of the Grand Marshal. Without the Grand Marshal, there would be no Lu Zhili. In fact, it is just the same person, one, two, two, and one. Cheng Zidong has thought it through clearly. The savior of the bannerman Lu Zhili is actually the same person as the Grand Marshal, but it only represents the two personalities of the Grand Marshal.

The battle on the second day was indeed no suspense. The opponent had no power to fight at all. As the vanguard, Ding Yi took the lead in attacking and made achievements, and clashed in like a giant bear who was fond of humans...

Cheng Zidong no longer wants to ask how many people died, or is deliberately avoiding this question. He just implements his own strategy step by step.

I am not in a hurry to hit the enemy's center, but to clear the north as much as possible, advance to the west, lock the enemy's retreat, and wrap most of the enemies in it...

Because of the rapid breakthrough of the army to die, the bannermen from all over the country either hid in the mountains regardless of their own efforts, or continued to retreat south and gathered towards Shengjing.

Although this kind of assembly is just a stagnation, everyone knows that Shengjing must be an important target for the army to die. It will not last much longer. But at the moment, the Han people in various places are rebelling, and Shengjing is no longer able to control the situation. Only by escaping into the center of Shengjing, the Eight Banners, and in many places with the same tribe, can they have such a thin and crisp sense of security.

But this sense of security is declining because the troops to die have increased again.

With Shi Dewei's return to the team, Jin and Fire battalions only changed their banners, and the original Huaiyang Army was still the original Huaiyang Army. Li Si's so-called direct subordinate was just to meet the situation, but the real commander was still Shi Dewei.

Li Si has paid little attention to the war in the north, and Zhongsheng Bo, who had been depressed for a long time, also made his first appearance in public.

This made the people who had been worried for a long time breathe a sigh of relief, and the rumors about Li Si's life and death were self-defeating.

"I'll just say that a hero like Zhongsheng Bo cannot be plotted against by the Tartars."

"It's nothing to do if you do not plan. How can a ghost even do the King of Hell?"

"The Tartars were about to shut down the engine and collapse. This was the last jump. They couldn't stop the battle. They thought of such a three-way act that could not be on the table. It was really not embarrassing enough..."

The public appearance of Zhongsheng Bo made many people believe that Li Si was favored by God, or simply that he had some amazing magical powers. After word of mouth fermentation among the market, many things became mysterious.

Mr. Guan Er was fulfilling his original promise. He led a large pole of people. He gave money to the temple when he saw the statue of the gods, and donated silver when he saw the statue. For a moment, he became the God of Wealth in the eyes of those outsiders. Wherever he went, he was a large number of monks and Taoists, and even a few sisters wearing blue cloth hats.

This is the temper of the second master. He never treats money as a matter of money. He comes and goes faster. In a few days, the large amount of silver earned from Mongolia was turned into incense and oil money, and all of them were spread in the Taoist temple.

Money is nothing, as long as you are happy, just spread it. The majesty is safe and sound. This is great news. Maybe you have really been favored by any gods, and you have to sprinkle incense to the fullest. The man in the capital is this one. As long as you say something, even if it is said to ghosts and gods, you will spit out a pit. It must be considered...

Grandma Guan also knew that the man at home had this spleen and stomach. She had been so many years, so she was too lazy to stop him. However, there was something happening at home today. She looked for Erye all over the street and finally found him back.

"You girls, what are you looking for..." The second master was complaining about his second grandma when he suddenly saw the people below the stairs and immediately cursed: "You two-headed melon baby, do you still remember my home? Did you bring any gifts when you come to my house? If you come empty-handed, I will use a big stick to chase people."

"I went to the front of Grandpa Er's house, who dared to have two light claws empty?" The man who spoke had a sarcoma slightly smaller than his fist, and it looked like he had an extra small head.

This man's face was ferocious, and he described it as such an ugly person. No matter how he looked, he didn't look like a kind person. Fortunately, the second grandmother of the strange man from all over the country had seen him a lot. He heard that he had something to discuss with the second master, so he quickly called the man in his family back.

The man's bandit name is called the Double-Headed Dragon. He was originally a big bandit thief in Sichuan. He had done a lot of murders and robberies and had done things for the thieves. At that time, Li Zicheng was still an unknown soldier, and the rebel army did not become a climate, and he was quickly killed and scattered. This Double-Headed Dragon naturally became a wanted criminal in various states and counties.

When the two-headed dragon was arrested in Shanxi, it seemed that it was the sixth or seventh year of Chongzhen. Anyway, it was a while ago. I had a lot of relationships at that time and wanted to change my life. People could help others to find the sky. Mr. Guan Er couldn't remember how he found himself. He only knew that he had taken some paths from Beijing for this thief and even spent a lot of money. Finally, he cleared the relationship and took out the turtle son.

After the incident was completed, I saw this turtle son. After a few people drank a glass of wine, they patted their butts and then they parted.

This is what the man in the world is: no matter whether he knows each other or not, he can rely on life and death in one sentence. He will remember any kindness in his heart, and he will not make those gorgeous whistle Xie Cheng.

If Guan Erye has done too much to pay money to earn favors like this, otherwise the huge family business would not have failed as it is now. If it weren't for the special appearance of this two-headed dragon, I wouldn't have remembered it.

"I won't talk about the love of the second master back then. Now I'm also developing. Should the second master be yellow or white, in one sentence." The two-headed dragon sent a voice, and when he spoke, he raised the ending sound: "Second Grandpa is talking about the crystal palace of the Old Dragon King of the East China Sea. If any melon baby frowned, he would be the turtle son bastard."

"What are you doing?" Friends in the world have never been important and never come to the door. As long as they come, there will definitely be big things. Similarly, if Mr. Guan Er has something to do, he will still have many friends to help him after he posts. This is friendship, this is decent.

"No, no, I won't do the past activities for a long time," the two-headed dragon smiled, took out a string of pearl necklaces from his arms, and hung it on Yu'er's neck: "The aunts in the second grandfather's house are so old, this is a gift..."

How old is this guy like this? How old can Yu'er be afraid of this guy? How dare you accept his greeting? Hiding behind his second grandma and not daring to come out.

"I've picked it up, what's the good thing." Mr. Guan Er generously took the pearl necklace over and put it on his daughter's neck: "Okay, what's the matter that needs me to do? Just tell me directly."

"This...that..." The two-headed dragon smiled dryly, took out a small golden cake from his arms, and stuffed it into his second grandma's hand: "Sister-in-law, go buy some food for our brothers..."

"You turtle son don't play with this for me, come into the house and talk about it." Mr. Guan Er is such a smart person. He knew that he had something inconvenient to know when he saw this attitude. He was paying money to pay his second grandma.

Enter the house and close the door.

Mr. Guan Er said, "There is no more troublesome person on the left and right. If you have anything, just tell me. You also know my temper. As long as you can help, there will be no more words."

"It's not my business."

When friends in the world do things, they often ask others to do things, and only by going down one by one can you get things done. For example, Guan Erye has experienced a lot.

"Your friend is my friend..."

"It's my king's business."

"What king?"
To be continued...