little emperor of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 279

Yingshou Valley is located fifty miles east of Fushun City, surrounded by mountains, with only one exit.The local people once used a jingle to describe the dangerous terrain here: Eagles worry about ghosts even more, and people's souls are broken in the valley.

The next day, Fucha Yusheng led [-] cavalry to attack the Ming army's camp. Unexpectedly, the Ming army, who had been defeated again and again, seemed to have finally regained their spirits. There was an almost crazy counterattack, which made Fucha Yusheng both surprised and happy, and at the same time let go of Pan Heng's last doubt, so he decided to keep everything unchanged and carry out according to the original plan.

But everything that happened afterwards greatly exceeded Fucha Yusheng's expectations. The Ming army, which was originally sluggish, seemed to have taken strong medicine and changed from a sheep to a wolf. One of the generals with a big knife was particularly fierce and brave, and his mouth was not clean. But it didn't prevent him from swinging a big knife in his hand like snowflakes, and the flash of the knife was a life.

Amidst the deafening shouts, the shadows of swords and swords from all directions could not frighten the Ye He cavalry who had been killed for a long time. Fucha Yusheng's handsome face, which had already been splashed with a lot of blood, looked a little ferocious, with a bloodthirsty and cruel smile hanging from the corner of his mouth. The long saber in his hand was raised like a death scythe, ready to start harvesting life. Although he had a plan in his body, he didn't mind fighting the general with the big sword.

The strange thing didn't end. After a few cannon-like sounds, Ye He's cavalry soldiers were a little dumbfounded for a moment, and then soon lost their fighting spirit!When Ren was watching his companion raise a knife to fight, suddenly a big blood hole opened on his body and he fell to the ground and died. This kind of weird phenomenon is enough to make anyone terrified.

Seeing the cavalrymen around him fall to the ground one by one, Fucha Yusheng's face turned pale, and he shouted angrily, "Be careful, everyone, they have muskets!"

Those who go to the battlefield are not afraid of death because they have morale. If the morale is lost, the sea will collapse, and the defeat will be accomplished.Originally, the numbers of the two sides were not equal, and after being attacked by muskets, the Yehe cavalry completely lost their fighting spirit. Ruhong, the sound of killing shook the sky, this battle has completely changed its taste, it has almost become a one-sided massacre by the Ming army.After just half an hour, the elite of ten thousand people led by Fucha Yusheng was finally defeated... There were countless corpses, bloody wreckage all over the place, and countless horse weapons.

The outburst of shock and anger caused Fucha Yusheng's eyes to split open, and two thin blood lines hung on the left and right sides of his face, making his face look like a fierce horror, looking fiercely at him following him The thousands of remnants behind the horse couldn't help but feel heartbroken.The loss of this attack is too great, one can imagine that after returning to the city, he will be dealt with severely by the military law.

The situation waited for no one, as soon as he gritted his teeth, Fucha Yusheng snorted coldly, and led the remnants to run eastward.

Behind Liu Ting led the army to see it clearly, and laughed loudly: "That little white-faced Haixi Jurchen ran in the wrong direction, and your old nest is on the west side." Galloping like the wind, holding his breath, he rushed eastward all the way.

Looking at the enemy soldiers running and fleeing, Liu Ting laughed out loud, unable to express his joy and joy. The cowardice he had suffered in the past two days was finally vented today.A soldier next to him leaned forward with a pair of shining eyes and asked, "Liu Tou, shall we chase or not..."

Liu Ting waved his sword and laughed loudly: "Chasing, why not chasing! The first contribution to conquering Liao is from the Fifth Army Battalion. Do you want our Highness to wear gold flowers and purple robes for you? Then kill with all your might!" The army was enjoying the killing, and when Liu Ting was so fierce, his morale was immediately high, and Liu Ting led the army to cover up the killing.

Hearing the roar of killing behind him, Fucha Yusheng's bleeding heart finally felt better. With a ferocious smile, he rode his horse Rufei and led the remnant into the direction of Yingshou Valley.

A few days ago, there was a heavy snowfall here, and a thick layer of snow had accumulated all over the field. When Liu Ting led a large army to the valley entrance, Fucha Yusheng had already led the remnant troops into the valley.Looking at the mess of horses at the entrance of the valley, Liu Ting laughed, stopped his horse at the entrance of the valley, watched quietly with a knife but refused to enter the valley.

The soldiers were so envious, they couldn't help but stepped forward and said, "Liu Tou, when shall we go in and kill? Brothers are waiting impatiently?"

Liu Ting licked his lips that were a little dry due to excitement, and Liu Ting, who was rather unwilling, shook his head and said, "Brothers, did you enjoy this battle?" A little bit of reluctance.

The Ming army cheered loudly: "Of course it's fun, but it's not strong enough, just kill a little more!"

Liu Ting waved his hand: "That's good! Brothers, stay safe and don't get bored, our mission ends here, and the things inside are out of our control!"

When all the soldiers saw him waving, they were all ready to charge. Unexpectedly, when they came to a 360-degree turn, there was a burst of complaints among the soldiers. Laughing loudly, he waved his hand: "Come on, Your Highness has already loved our Fifth Army Battalion enough, we won't be able to get away with this first effort! I'll leave the matter here to the brothers in the Shenji Battalion, but we can We can't let the brothers of the Xiaoqi Battalion take all the credit, let's go back to Fushun City, and give him a goddamn contribution!"

The Valley of the King of Yama was quiet, and according to the original plan, he went to the camp and pretended to be defeated, leading the Ming army into the valley. There was an army of nearly 2 cavalry entering and lurking through the original secret road in the valley. However, what happened It was too unexpected, pretending to be defeated became a real defeat, and the defeat was so miserable... But it doesn't matter, Fucha Yusheng who entered the valley watched all this with red teeth, as long as this battle is successful, the previous A failure is not a failure.

Lin Polo in Fushun City was staring at the map on the table with both eyes. The place where his eyes were focused was Eagle Sorrow Valley. The elite strength of nearly [-] was already a big bet for him. , but if you want to win, you have to pay. Once the success and fruitful results will make anyone feel that this risk is worth it... I hope to lead the main force of the Ming army to the valley as Fucha Yusheng planned. The following is my own performance it's time.

Looking at the circle drawn with a vermilion pen on the map, which was red like a puddle of blood, Lin Boluo smiled cruelly.

With the cold and murderous knife handle tightly held in his hand, Lin Polo, who could no longer sit still, paced back and forth in the huge hall. The Haixi Jurchen army outside was all dressed neatly, waiting As soon as the order is given, these Pixiu tigers and leopards will rush out, or rescue, or hide and kill, everything is waiting for the agreed signal to appear.

When the handle of the knife became hot in his hand, Lin Polo's eyes suddenly widened. A burst of flames in the eastern sky finally excited him. Before he could be happy for a long time, a scout came running in from outside the hall. , both eyes were bloodshot, came in and knelt down to report: "King Khan, just now there is a team of troops in the Ming camp, it seems that there are no less than tens of thousands of people, and they are heading towards our ancient city of Yehe.

Attacking your own base camp?This was Lin Polo's first thought, but after he panicked, he calmed down, walked out of the hall a few steps and looked up at the red sky above the east, and there were continuous explosions, and concluded in his heart that Fucha Yusheng had died. He succeeded, but as for the military situation reported by the scouts, it must be Zhu Changluo's lack of skills. He wanted to divert his own strength and attention to split the plum blossoms. Thinking of this, Lin Polo let out a smirk, and swiped the long knife in his hand: "Leave the city! Let's go get Ming first. Let’s talk about the army camp.”

Several veterans felt that something was wrong, but when they saw Lin Poluo's gleaming long knife and ferocious eyes, they swallowed the words that came to their lips.

After entering the valley of hell, Fucha Yusheng joined forces with the [-] iron cavalry who had been ambushing here, and the rest of the matter was to open his arms and kill to relieve his anger, but the strange thing is that there was no sound of chasing at the entrance of the valley ... I have an elite team of ten thousand people, and there are only three or four thousand riders who have been killed and wounded in the valley. Such a miserable bait did not catch a single fish. This discovery made him so ashamed and angry that he almost slammed his head against the horse.

But before he came back to his senses, a sudden drumbeat broke the silence, and Fucha Yusheng's face changed instantly.

Above the valley, a short-bearded general beside a large flag suddenly appeared, looking at him coldly.

Around him, countless soldiers appeared like magical soldiers. When he saw that their bodies were covered with snow, Fucha Yusheng instantly understood that these soldiers had been lurking in the snow for a long time... Wake up When he came over, big beads of sweat instantly oozed from his head. It turned out that the person who dug the trap himself had already entered the trap of others.

These are nothing, Fucha Yusheng reacted very quickly. When he saw that the situation was not good, just when he was about to order to escape with all his strength, after seeing the weapons in the hands of the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, he saw countless black holes in the muzzles of the guns. When he was facing himself, the great despair quickly submerged him like a sea tide breaking the embankment... There was no cry, no wild cry, it seemed that there was only ruthless killing waiting for them.

Fucha Yusheng, who was staring wide-eyed, suddenly yelled loudly, a trembling, out-of-tune voice floating above the silent valley: "All soldiers listen to my orders, retreat quickly! retreat quickly!" Like crazy Ye He shouted like a wounded lone wolf, causing the Yehe cavalry, who were already panicked, to be in a commotion.

Sun Chengzong gave him a cold look, waved down the command flag firmly in his hand, and said in a calm voice without any trace of anger: "Shoot!"

Countless tongues of flame pierced the silent sky, countless gunshots swayed back and forth in the valley, galloping horses roared and screamed, fleeing soldiers shouted for help, and when they were shot and died, they howled in pain like a beast. All the sounds merged into one song. A long song from the hell of death... piercing through the sky, splitting the darkness, piercing the ears and piercing the hearts of more people, destroying more people's little fighting spirit.

Watching one soldier after another fall in front of his own eyes, seeing the armored cavalry he was so proud of under musket attack, as weak and powerless as tender tofu out of a pot, this is a completely unequal killing, his own It seemed that all one side could do was wait for death, until a guard guarding him fell down, Fucha Yusheng came back to his senses, his eyes were bloodshot, he drew out his long knife, and howled: "Don't fight hard, Rush out quickly, report to Dahan as soon as you escape, and say... Fucha Yusheng is sorry for him, and I am sorry for Haixi Jurchen."

When he galloped towards Sun Chengzong with a knife in his hand, Fucha Yusheng's heart was bleeding all the time, but his mind was as clear as soaked in snow water. From the moment the Ming army began to station, the fate of the Haixi Jurchen was determined. It is already doomed, the previous step-by-step concessions, and the successive victories of one's own side are all for the endorsement of what happened today.The song that has been passed down on the grassland for a long time sounded in his ears, and the appearance of that handsome young man appeared in front of his eyes. Fucha Yusheng let out a long and painful howl... Then he fell off the horse, and a flower of blood burst out from his chest.

Everything was far from over when Lin Polo led the army out of the city and went straight to the camp of the Ming army.

No one noticed that when their troops disappeared from sight, a Ming army appeared under the city of Fushun like a divine soldier. These people were exactly the army that was heading for the ancient city of Yehe that the missing horse had just mentioned.

Lin Polo took down the camp of the Ming army without any effort... It was indeed easy because there was no resistance.Looking at the empty camp, Lin Polo's face was greener than iron, and there was already a taste of rust in his mouth. Without any thought, Lin Polo shouted straightly: "Hurry back to the city, hurry up! ,quick!"

His reaction was very fast, and he went back very quickly, but when he led his troops back to the camp, he happened to see the big banner embroidered with a wolf head totem, which fell from the air to the ground and healed him in front of his horse. The ground was muddy and blood soaked.Lin Poluo raised his head in a daze, looking at the flags and flags unfurling on the city, a young man wrapped in fox fur was looking at him coldly.

Lin Polo was so angry that he suddenly burst out laughing. There was no joy in the laughter, but more hatred: "Zhu Changluo, your methods are despicable and shameless, and it is not fair to win. If you have the guts, dare to come down." Fight me majestically!" His eyes were already breathing fire, his steel teeth were about to be crushed, and he almost wanted to swallow this cunning fox alive.

On the top of the city, Zhu Changluo looked down quietly, with a tired and sad face: "Then Lin Poluo, did you make a mistake, this is the territory of our Ming Dynasty, and the place where we stand is also our Ming Dynasty's city! Put it down! With the knife in your hand, lead your remnants to surrender. For Yehe’s sake, except that you have to go back to the capital with me, I will let your people back to the Yehenala River to recuperate.” The voice was very calm, eyes Shining like a cold star: "...This is the last chance I can give you."

Looking back at the less than [-] team behind him, Lin Boluo's cold eyes were as dark as night, and an unknown light flashed across the faces of the panicked people. He had already made a decision in his heart. The long knife in his hand suddenly pierced the sky: "Haixi Jurchen never compromises to survive, even if there is only one person left, I will fight to the death with you!"

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