The Ming Dynasty began from Sarhu

Chapter 516 Daqitang Horse
The messenger waiting outside the central army tent immediately conveyed the retired emperor's battle plan of dividing the troops into groups and attacking together, encrypted it, put it in an envelope, and handed it over to the cavalry of each corps.

According to the Qi army's military system, five people form a pond. When transmitting intelligence and scouting the enemy, the five people need to take care of each other and must not leave their teammates' sight.

The distance between Tangqi should not exceed one mile, which is enough to cover the limit of human vision in the wild.

Jing Danli took off his sword and put it in the saddlebag on the horse's back. He rubbed his hands, took out a riding bow from the saddlebag of another warhorse with better physical strength, and put it on his back.

The twelve-foot-long flagpole was much lighter than the long spear, at least it was less strenuous than the long spear that Jing Danli wielded during the recruit training.

However, he still put the lance into the horse's saddlebag, because the lance had a triangular black tiger flag hanging on the tip, which was the symbol of the Second Corps. This flag was usually waved left and right after discovering the enemy to remind teammates who had not caught up yet.

But Jing Danli listened to his instructor.

"Boy, do you think it's so easy to be a Tangqi sentry? Don't wave the flag so easily."

Jing Danli remembered very clearly that if he found that the enemy was still far away, he had to wave the flag slowly.

If the enemy is very close or their forces are overwhelming, then all you can do is wave the flag desperately.

As for the meanings of the flags of various colors, Jing Danli had already memorized them by heart.

Waving a red flag means encountering the enemy, waving a green flag means encountering the enemy, waving the green flag means encountering the enemy if the enemy is numerous and we are few, waving the white flag means encountering the enemy, and so on.

The endless calls for assembly interrupted Jing Danli's thoughts.

"Let's go! How can we, the Tangqi, fall behind the cavalry?"

Captain Chai Daya rode on horseback and shouted loudly. The five horsemen in front whipped the horses' bellies. The war horses let out a mournful cry and rushed away. Five fat and strong spare horses immediately followed.

Next, the five-man Tangma team that Jing Dan was in was dispatched.

Their combat goal was the same as that of the Tangshao Ma in front, which was to hand over the combat deployment formulated by the emperor to Wu Aheng who had already landed in Fengchuan as soon as possible.

"It's your turn, go!"

The sad and majestic sound of golden drums rang out behind Jing Danli. He couldn't help but turn his head to look over there. The Shunan City behind him was already bustling with people.

The fine armor collided with the sharp weapon, making a crisp sound like a silver bottle breaking.

Twenty thousand soldiers formed up at the gates of Anshun. Artillerymen and civilians shouted slogans as they pulled heavy artillery out of the city. The elite cavalry of the First Corps, composed of Khorchin and Kaiyuan cavalry, were the first to leave the city. Waving the Black Dragon Banner, the cavalry roared to a point two or three miles east of the city, where they halted, formed a line, and began to stand guard.

The next to leave the city were spearmen and musketeers, and the last to come out were the grain carts and artillery camp.

After all the soldiers of the three armies left the camp, Emperor Wuding's dragon banner finally left the city. The black dragon banner fluttered in the wind, and under the dragon banner were dozens of well-armored, strong-backed and sturdy imperial guards.

The golden drummer sounded the marching horn, and the army's marching sequence was immediately changed.

The cavalrymen who were the first to leave the camp now withdrew their three-wall offensive front and retreated in groups of three or five behind the musketeers and spearmen. When the musketeers and spearmen reached the front, the cavalrymen formed a defensive formation on both wings. The guards led the baggage train and artillery battalion, and were one and a half miles away from the infantry phalanx in front.

At the front of this well-organized army was Emperor Wuding, who rode his horse slowly, with his back bent as he rode on a Ferghana horse, looking curiously at the heart of Korea.

"Long live my emperor!"

"Long live!"

More than 20,000 soldiers looked at the fluttering black dragon banner and shouted "Victory" like thunder and sea.

A group of Tangma who had just walked out of the recruit camp looked at the spectacular scene of the army marching out and forgot their mission of delivering the letter for a moment. They hid in the weeds with their blood boiling.

"Let's go! We're just watching the fun! It's time to get back to work!"

Chai Daya urged loudly.

"Check the fried yellow rice, mixed flour, sesame oil steamed buns, and water again. Don't miss any of them. Don't say I didn't remind you. North Korea is so poor. There's nothing in the forest. If you get separated, you'll starve. No one will give you food."

"Can I kill the horse?"

A young Tangma in front asked with a playful smile.

"You try. There's no one living within a hundred miles, and there are no horses. You can walk back by yourself."

Jing Danli raised the whip and tapped the horse's belly lightly. The warhorse under his crotch galloped wildly towards the southwest, and the spare horse carrying the armored cavalry lance behind it also galloped wildly.

(End of this chapter)