Griffin Commander in the Late Ming Dynasty

Parosa rarely spoke to Jiang Han so seriously: "Don't forget the reason why you created this army! Commander! They are not children anymore. They know what they are fighting for and what they are sacrificing for!"

".....I see"

Jiang Han sighed dejectedly and nodded. In fact, he understood all these principles, but when he really experienced it himself, his mood was completely different.

The casualties of the volunteers this time were indeed much higher than those in the last defense of Yangzhou. After the first change of the Qing army's formation, the casualties of the volunteers instantly reached double digits, and two days later it directly exceeded triple digits. The rapid reaction speed of the Qing cavalry meant that many scattered scout teams outside had no time to retreat and could only fight hastily, which was also the main component of the casualties. In the future, it is necessary to constantly attract the enemy's army to move towards the established goal, which means a lot of things.

"Hu...Hu...You guys go first. We are injured and can't run anymore. We will hold back the Tartars. Remember, go northwest. This is the route the commander gave us."

Behind them, the Qing army was whistling and approaching them quickly, while the Volunteer Army's horses were now extremely tired and could hardly run.

"No, let's go together!"

Hearing this, several soldiers shook their heads stubbornly.

"Execute the order! We must lure this troop to the designated point. Only in this way can the enemy's main force react quickly to encircle and suppress them. Otherwise, all the sacrifices of our comrades will be in vain!"

"Listen, take our horses and move quickly. We will help you delay for a while, long enough for the horses to recover their strength. Remember to leave marks along the way and don't go too far away. We killed their leader, and they will definitely chase us to the end. Just keep running."

There were many Manchus and Han soldiers in the Qing army. At that time, these Han soldiers were all slaves. Once the Tartar died, all the remaining Han soldiers would be buried with him.

Therefore, from the very beginning, this team used muskets to directly kill the Manchu commander of this unit, which was also the reason why they were chased all the way so desperately.

"But sir....we can also..."

"No buts! I'm the political commissar! The political commissar is supposed to take charge at this time! Don't worry, we can still help you get it in half an hour. Now, execute the order!"

"Yes! Sir! I promise to complete the mission!"

Watching the soldiers running away, the political commissar pulled the bolt of his rifle and looked at his injured colleagues: "How about, everyone, let's go together?"

"Kill one to get back your investment, kill two to make a killing, and that's it."

"Then don't get too excited. Don't forget that our mission is to hold this place for half an hour."

"Half an hour is nothing. I can guard him for a whole day!"

"Just brag! Hahahahahaha"

Laughter echoed among the mountains.

Volume 307: Chapter Chapter : I changed my mind

"Commissar... now... how long has it been? Has it been... half an hour?"

The soldier, weakly lying in a makeshift bunker pit with an arrow wound in his thigh and bleeding profusely, held the political commissar's hand and asked hopefully: "You've boasted so much... If you don't do this, don't let those little brats talk about you behind your back..."

The soldier was shot in the thigh and his aorta was cut. His blood was almost drained out. What he was most concerned about was whether they had fulfilled their promise and delayed the enemy for half an hour.

"Don't worry, it's definitely been half an hour."

The political commissar replied calmly that they had just repelled a large wave of enemy attacks, and they were short of bullets and had used up all their grenades. Now, they were truly out of ammunition and food, and when the enemy organized the next charge, they would all die here.

"Hahaha... That's good, that's good... I heard that soldiers like us, if... if we die, we can get a large sum of money to settle down... Is that true?"

"What the hell are you asking, you old bastard? When has your husband ever lied to anyone? Didn't you see it when he gave out the resettlement allowance? Are you blind?"

The comrades next to him could not help cursing. He was using stones to smash the key parts of their guns again and again. This was the military order issued by the army when they went out for this battle. If they found themselves about to sacrifice, they must first destroy the weapons in their hands and never let them fall into the hands of the Tartars.

In fact, even without this order, the soldiers all had such a tacit understanding that the muskets in their hands were so useful that they must not be allowed to touch them by the Tartars.

"Look at you... I'm just asking, my husband is starving to death... After joining the army... he hasn't had time to get married, and my mother is the only one at home... I'm really worried about her, so I'll say a few more words. If I really can't help it, I'll go downstairs and set up a table for you to apologize."

"What? You set up a table and let Old Wang eat? You don't care about us brothers? You're eating alone."

"Hehe... we have it all... we have it all. You are here, we have it all... Political Commissar, I... I feel... I may not be able to hold on any longer. Please help me... help me... help..."

He took a few quick breaths, but ultimately was unable to say what he wanted the political commissar to do for him. As his pupils dilated, he slowly stopped breathing.

"Fuck you, I'm going to go find you myself later, how can I help you? You old bastard, you're so annoying before you leave."

"This old bastard has always been like this. That's enough, Political Commissar. I've smashed everything I stole. I guarantee that if these Tartars get their hands on it, they won't be able to research anything."

Throwing away the scraps in his hand, the soldier drew the saber from his waist.

"Okay, comrades, the Tartars' attack should be coming soon. Let's hold them back for a while. I'm afraid these bastards are so anxious that they're about to get angry."

"Hahaha, don't worry, Political Commissar, just wait and see."

After a long time, the battlefield returned to calm. At this moment, the Qing army was cleaning up the battlefield and collecting the wounded.

"Boss, should we continue to chase?"

A soldier came to the front and said with some worry: "There might be a trap ahead..."

"Of course I knew there might be a trap ahead! But that damn platoon leader got shot to death by them!"

He could not help but roar loudly, now that they were all Han soldiers, he began to speak without thinking. At this moment, the temporary commander of the team, a Han tent leader, was extremely angry. He was angry because he was afraid. Their team of a hundred people had their highest commander killed at the very beginning. According to the rules of the Qing army, if the Manchu commander in the army was killed, these Han slave soldiers would all have to be buried with him, unless they could make military achievements, in order to be spared from death.

He didn't want to chase them, but he had no choice. If he couldn't get rid of this army, all of them would have to go down and accompany those damn Tartars.

"Boss, find someone who can still breathe"

"Splash some water on him to wake him up, and bring him to me!"

After giving anxious orders, the shed manager finally saw the survivor who was "still breathing".

His arm was chopped off and there was a huge gash on his chest. Now this man is still alive, but it is obvious that he will not live long.

"Where did your people go?"

He held the long sword at his waist and patiently questioned the half-dead enemy in front of him.

"Hey....hey...go ask your cheating mother."

The shed leader angrily pulled out his long knife, stabbed it into the opponent's knee, and twisted it fiercely, watching the opponent wailing in pain: "I ask again, where did your people run to?"

“Fuck…you…ah!!”

His stubbornness ignited the anger of the shed manager.

"I told you not to say it! I told you not to say it! I told you not to say it!!! Damn it, damn it, damn it, I told you not to say it!!"

He drew out his long knife and angrily slashed at the opponent again and again until the opponent's body was hacked to pieces. He stopped only after the soldiers beside him advised him not to do so.

Sitting on a big rock tiredly, he said, "Check for me, check their horse hoof prints, and see if there are any signs of troops passing by nearby. Go quickly."

Soon, they got the result: "Head, we saw a group of horse hooves going west."

"Chase!"

Mounting his horse quickly, the captain led the remaining soldiers of the hundred-man team to set out on the pursuit again, and this time, they completely walked into the trap set in advance by the volunteers.

As they pursued all the way into the valley, fireworks signaling the enemy rose up all around them. Then, the sound of gunfire like popping beans came from all directions. They had no way to escape.

"Everyone, get your bayonets ready! Kill them!!!"

The volunteers waiting here have already gone red-eyed. When they see these enemies, it means that their comrades have left them forever. Now, they want to use the simplest way to make this group of damn Tartars repay blood with blood!

Firing, charging, hand-to-hand combat, the volunteers displayed incredibly amazing fighting power. Every one of them now had an indelible blood feud with the Tartars. Anger was brewing in their chests like a raging fire, and only the blood of the enemy could quench it.

The shed leader was stabbed like a hedgehog. He was first hit by a bullet in the chest, and was almost turned into briquettes by the shotgun. Then, countless angry bayonets stabbed into his body from all directions.

After this battle, this Qing army of 100 people was completely wiped out by the volunteers. Naturally, this news also alarmed Ajige who was far behind.

"Were they completely wiped out?"

Ajige's words were full of surprise. How long had it been? How long had it been since they faced such heavy casualties?

The lives of their men were very precious. They would feel heartbroken when one of them died, but now a team of a hundred men was simply killed?

You have to know that when his brothers were defeated in the battle, only dozens of people died, but they were directly punished and stripped of their titles as princes. Now when it comes to him, an entire century of men is gone. What level is that?

"Did Ming Gou do it? No... Absolutely impossible. They don't have the guts. What's going on?"

His staff brought him the answer he wanted: "My Lord, the troops that attacked were not the Ming dogs' army, but a group of rebels entrenched in the Jiangnan region. The leader is called Jiang Han. I heard that he is quite difficult to deal with and is a major threat to the Ming dogs."

"Damn it! How dare a thief dare to do such a thing to us? Moreover, he actually had the ability to kill my entire hundred-man team?"

You have to know that his cavalry is fierce and powerful, and they also have war horses. They come and go like the wind. How could they be wiped out? It sounds outrageous. What level are these thieves in Jiangnan? The Qing army has to worry every day that they will be wiped out by the Ming army. The Ming army is so weak that they can abuse them at will. How can they wipe out their own hundred-man team?

If it were other generals, such as Jirgalang or Dorgon, they might have thought about it, for example, whether to keep Jiang Han to continue to contain the Ming Dynasty, or to find out the intelligence of Jiang Han, but he was Ajige. After hearing that his hundred-man team was wiped out, apart from doubts, his biggest emotion was anger.

He felt like a tiger in the mountains, bitten on the heel by a wild dog while sleeping. The damage was not serious, just a hundred-man team, but it was extremely insulting. How dare you?

"Damn slave!! I'm going to kill this guy!!"

Following Ajige's order, the Qing army's vanguard began to change direction and march quickly towards Huai'an. On the way, they began to encounter some scattered units of the Volunteer Army. The enemy was like mosquitoes in summer, constantly flying around the army, making slight contact, and then immediately withdrawing, which made people extremely irritated. During this period, Ajige also discovered the characteristics of this unit.

"Musket?"

Looking at the tatters on the table, Ajige could barely recognize what it looked like in the past.

"That's right, Master. These guys are extremely cunning. When they saw they were about to be defeated, they immediately smashed their muskets, preventing us from conducting research."

"This group of people's muskets seem to be a little different"

After many battles, Ajige also discovered the difference between the muskets in the hands of the volunteers and the fire sticks of the Ming army. First of all, the range was extremely long, about a hundred steps farther than the bows and arrows of his own warriors. Secondly, the speed of changing bullets was extremely fast, almost catching up with the speed of the warriors drawing their bows and arrows. Ajige couldn't help but be surprised.

After several clashes, his own troops actually suffered more losses, which made Ajige even more shocked and angry. This kind of musket must not be returned to the Ming Dynasty! If he was destroyed by the Ming Dynasty, and the Ming dog used this musket to attack him, wouldn't it be very uncomfortable?

Absolutely not, Jiang Han must be killed!

"Take these things back and give them to the craftsmen behind you. Let them study the secrets of these muskets."

Ajige was not a fool. He could see that this thing could be of great use to his family. After thinking about it in his mind, he quickly found an excuse to exonerate himself.

I discovered a group of rebels in the Yangzhou area. They had extremely advanced firearms and were extremely difficult to deal with. I sent people to wipe out this group of rebels and brought back the firearms. With the help of these firearms, I believe that the combat effectiveness of our Qing warriors will be improved to a higher level, and taking over the Central Plains is just around the corner!

He knew that his brother Huang Taiji had always wanted to rule the Central Plains, and believed that he would never refuse such a temptation. In this way, wouldn't the guilt of his subordinates' deaths be covered up?

Of course, the premise of everything is that I can take down Jiang Han. Ajige is not worried about this. Ajige has sufficient confidence in his own combat power. The Ming army? A bunch of dogs. Compare him with me? When I take action, I will definitely take him down. By then, he will massacre the city of Yangzhou! Massacre him for eight days! No, ten days! Only then can he relieve his hatred!

"Three days ago, our troops exchanged fire with a cavalry platoon of Ajige's troops. After a tug-of-war, our side shot and killed the platoon leader of the other side. Then the two sides started a tug-of-war. When the distance between the two sides could not be shortened, Political Commissar Zhang Mingkai led more than two dozen soldiers to block the enemy on the spot, and eventually died heroically. Then..."

Looking at the combat situation on the sand table, Jiang Han's face was grim, because he had just signed more than ninety lists of death notices.

He always signed the death notices on the front line personally, and used a special pension fund to provide post-war casualties compensation to these soldiers. His heart bleeds every time he signed one.

"Right now, Ajige's troops are heading towards Muyang, our predetermined position. At the current speed, in five days, we will be able to execute the last step of the plan and begin closing the net."

"Well done, everyone, thank you for your hard work. I hope everything goes according to plan."

Forced a smile, Jiang Han left the meeting. He listened to Parosa's advice and did not interfere with the release and implementation of the combat plan. He left everything to the staff and generals of the Volunteer Army to adjust and deploy. This brought sacrifices but also growth.

The staff officers' sense of battlefield situation is constantly improving, the generals' control over their troops is constantly strengthening, and the Volunteer Army is just like the protagonist in the two-dimensional hot-blooded animation, they are constantly growing in battle.

The Qing army was a powerful enemy, but also a famous teacher. They taught the volunteers many combat skills, which they then used on themselves.

"gentlemen...."

A young officer came up to Jiang Han.

"what happened?"

"It's like this. We have found the bodies of Political Commissar Zhang Mingkai and those soldiers... Political Commissar Zhang Mingkai was stabbed countless times by the Tartars... The bodies are extremely difficult to identify. We also confirmed their identities based on the soldiers' nameplates. Because the bodies were too broken to bring back, we can only..."

“It’s okay, you’ve done a great job.”

Patting the other person's shoulder, Jiang Han stopped the soldier from expressing his guilt. Obviously, he felt guilty because they were unable to bring back the remains of the martyrs intact.

"I will explain the matter of the remains to Zhang Mingkai's family. As for the other martyrs, you will have to work hard."

"It's not hard, sir!"

The other party's face turned red and he quickly bowed to Jiang Han.

"Okay, get busy."

"Yes!"

After sending the soldier away, Jiang Han could no longer hold back his smile. He opened the communication with 191: "Mu Tao, I've changed my mind. It would be too easy for that bastard to die like this... I have a new mission for you."

"All Dolls, New Combat Mission"

"Goal: Cooperate with 191 to capture Qing general Ajige alive"

Volume 308: Chapter Chapter : Today

"If you want to be happy, you must first experience the pain of getting it. Now we are experiencing this painful process. A better life depends on us, and we must fight for it with our lives."

On the dock, Jiang Han was giving his final farewell speech to the neatly-standing volunteer soldiers and iron-blooded units. They were about to board their own Gallen ships and then head to Liaodong to turn the tide in other people's hometowns.

After a long wait, the ships promised by the British finally arrived, and the last piece of the puzzle for Jiang Han's Northern Expedition was finally in place.