Blood was poured on Wenshanjia, and a strange red color was revealed in the seductive fire. The dense beard was dripping with sticky liquid. He was breathing violently in his mouth, and he turned into a god of killing. Those who dared to stop him would be killed without mercy!

Puchi! The back of the knife was cut onto the cotton armor. The armor was not broken, but the sternum was obviously collapsed. The Qing cavalry captain's eyes even protruded and spit out blood and poured to the side.

Turning around and slashing the blade, his head flew out with blood in awe of refreshing crackling sound.

However, before Lu Xiangsheng could take a breath, another group of Qing troops rushed up.

Unlike Mao Jue's Daling River attack camp, although Mao Jue only has 5,000 people, Huang Taiji's guards actually have not more than 10,000 people, including the newly defeated army Zhenglan Banner, but this time the Huang Taiji Tongzhou camp has at least 30,000!

Lu Xiangsheng's surprise strategy has worked, and the second echelon that should be supported, Chen Guowei, the troops of Jizhen General Chen Guowei, did not come! The shouts and fierce battles have become stronger and stronger, but they have reached the end of the powerful crossbow. Although the iron cavalry is strong, the power of the war horse is also limited. It has been raided for dozens of miles, from Changping to Tongzhou, the suddenness of this strategy has been launched, and most of the horsepower is also consumed.

Even Wumingji had already lost his attack. He was panting and tugging on the big knife again. With a sniffle, a Qing general covered his crotch and his stomach's long gap, screamed and fell down. He staggered for two steps. The two personal soldiers hurriedly pushed forward, and Lu Xiangsheng was only a little clear-headed.

The sight of the eyes was full of bloody battles.

To the east, a Qianmao was desperately waving his mace desperately, but his horse could no longer run. As his desperate roar, more and more Qing Tartars surrounded him. A big gun picked him off from behind and disappeared.

Not far away, a Xuan army and a Zhenghuang Banner weapon were killed, and they were squeezing each other and rolling. The human will even exceed the limit of their bodies. Seven or eight Qing soldiers' knives and axes cracked and smashed the north of Xuan army soldiers. The sound of bone rupture was clearly heard, but the hands were still pinching the Tartar's neck like an eagle claw, until both of them died and did not let go.

The knife rolled, and more and more Xuanda cavalry fell off their horses. Behind them, there was a fire full of regret and anger, Yang Tinglin was still lifting the fire to the southeast.

Suddenly, he seemed to be ten years old, and once again waved his sword fiercely on the top of it, but Lu Xiangsheng roared angrily like a wild beast.

"Ming Jin! Withdraw the troops!"

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A night attack turned into a stalemate. Although hundreds of Qing troops were killed, the Xuanda border soldiers were killed in a total of thousands. At noon the next day, the central camp of the Tongzhou army was suddenly lifted away and was startled. Gao Qiqian, who was eating side dishes, raised his head suddenly, but saw Lu Xiangsheng, who was stained with blood and red on his body, suddenly broke in, his eyes were blood red and his roared with anger.

"Where is Chen Guowei!"

"Oh, Lord Lu, General Chen was photographed east by our house. There are omissions in the defense of the capital. Can't let Jianlu disturb Long Live the Lord, right?"

After wiping his mouth, Gao Qiqian made a warm smile, but Lu Xiangsheng's hair almost stood up.

"Eunuch Gao, why didn't you send troops last night?"

"The Guanning Army is the only barrier in Tongzhou, the capital. What if it is defeated?"

"Mr. Lu, when you took office as Governor of Xuanda, did those veterans tell you that they were the top priority of the border generals? Seek stability! Only stability!"

He was stunned again, and for a few seconds, Lu Xiangsheng directly clasped his fists heavily, then turned around and left the tent.

Watching his figure, Gao Qiqian's smile gradually turned into contempt, and then he hummed at the little eunuch behind him.

"Put our house a pot of wine!"

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The Ming Empire's Jingying, Guanning Army, Xuan Da Army, Henan Army, and Sun Chuanting's Qin Army were less than 400,000, and 400,000 to 70,000. One person spitted, and he might have to drown thousands, right?

In terms of combat effectiveness, the Ming army in the late Ming Dynasty with bird guns and red cannons must have been stronger than the Ming army in the early Ming Dynasty, and the Ming army was not unaware of the Ming army. Unfortunately, when it was time to condense into a fist, the Ming people came back and couldn't stand together. Even the Southern Ming Dynasty was at the critical moment of life and death. The Longwu regime could still go to war with the king of Lu for several months.

This is the end of the world. The last thing is not the world, the last thing is the human heart.

Not to mention the court, Dongjiang, it was a bit like this at this time.

The great migration of nearly 200,000 people is no less spectacular than the migration of wildebeests in Africa. The entire village, the elderly hold crutches, women carry children, and young and strong men push wheelbarrows, take all their belongings, and trek to Shandong with difficulty.

The sun is scorching the earth, and the roasted people's lips are shriveled. Every day, people keep falling down, but even their relatives don't have time to mourn. They can only dig a hole on the side of the road and bury people in, and then continue on the way.

Because the bad news came, more than 10,000 bandits who followed Zhou Erjing north to Dadaming Mansion were defeated in the Hebei area. More than 3,000 were killed on the spot and captured. It was almost annihilated by the entire army. The news reached Xiao Yuan camp, and the entire refugee army caused fierce panic. The army, which was originally expected to have to wait a few days to set off, started the trek three or four days in advance.

But when he rode on the back of a small donkey and followed the team, Song Xiance could not see any worry.

All of this came from his plan. As a long-time general of the imperial court, Song Xianceke focused on research.

This person is good at planning and is also a powerful soldier, especially when he can fight the opportunity. Gao Yingxiang, who is rampant in the world, was defeated by him. The rebel army who visited Bashu and made great progress. After walking on Hanzhong Road and returning to Shaanxi, Sun Chuanting had only 5,000 people. He caught the refugee soldiers and was trapped, so he walked out of the gap on Shu Road and blocked Gao Yingxiang's rebellion army in Heishui Valley. After a battle, he captured the King of Rebellion alive and sent it to the capital to be cut off. He was also famous all over the world.

This person has been staring at Xiao Yuanying for half a year. If he doesn't study the temperament of these grass-roots heroes, if he doesn't leave an ambush, Song Xiance will write his surname upside down.

But even though she knew this was a trap, Song Xiance still laughed and encouraged Zhou Erjing and the others to step on it, and lost more than 10,000 yuan in the young and strong. For Dongjiang, it was indeed a loss, but in Song Xiance's view, the benefits outweigh the disadvantages.

Zhou Erjing's thorns and their leader Yuan Shizhong, who had been with them for several years, was dissatisfied. To put it in the words of the Three Kingdoms, it was that the back of the head was a bone. How could he be an honest farmer when he arrived in Dongjiang? It would be better to die.

As for whether Sun Chuanting would send pursuers, Song Xiance was not worried, because at this time, the military pressure given by the Qing army on the other side of the capital Hebei was indeed suffocating. Even if Zhou Erjing sent troops four or five days later, he might not have encountered Sun Chuanting's ambush with the official army who shot back. Sun Chuanting had no time to turn around and then settle the score with Xiao Yuan.

Of course, Song Xiance would never say this, and not only did he use the hands of the official army to get rid of the harsh heads in his team, Song Xiance was still doing something that had always been more cruel at this time.

Following the team, even Wen Meng was sweating all over, holding a big knife and looking around. He came back anxiously and hugged Song Xiance with his fists.

"Mr. Song, go slower! The team behind are a little out of touch. Several Zhangjiajia came to report, but they really couldn't keep up!"

"Old Wen, just ask them if they want to survive? Behind them are Sun Chuanting's pursuers. If you want to survive, leave quickly! Only by reaching the border of Henan and Lu and having three rounds with Shen Rong will it be safe!"

"Damn it, is this guy Chen Rong a turtle? He should have arrived even after crawling!"

When Wen Meng mentioned this, he got angry and cursed, and then he became anxious and rushed into the refugee team.

After sending him away, Song Xiance also looked back with his hand in the awning. His eyelids couldn't help but shake violently again.

Just in these few glances, a pair of old men and women who were supporting each other fell on the road together. The refugees who were in a hurry to rush to the side, and directly moved them to the side. The old couple hugged each other became part of the eternal scenery of Henan like hell under this disaster.

Every moment, the team is dying, thirst, disease, aging and fatigue, which makes the elderly, weak, sick and disabled among the 200,000 people cruelly eliminated. When the team reached Dongjiang, only three-quarters were left, but at least the young and strong people who were sick and disaster-free, which could save a lot of resources for Dongjiang.

In this era, resources are everything.

Shaking his head solemnly, Song Xiance couldn't help but recite a verse heavily.

"Bones are tired of the road, hell should come to me!"

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While walking, while dying, new refugees were coming in. Song Xiance, the Xiaoyuan Camp, took out the food reserves from the Xiaoyuan Camp without hesitation. Just having food to eat attracted refugees from all over the world to move towards Xiaoyuan Camp one after another like moths flying into the flames. After all, there were too many people, and it was impossible for three people to ride fast horses. It took more than a month to march from Taihang Mountain to Caozhou. At the end of October, the huge refugee team arrived at the Shandong border, Caozhou.

In this month, no less than 50,000 or 60,000 people died on the road and were eliminated by the cruel marching. However, the refugee team increased instead of decreasing. The relocation back and forth actually reached a terrifying 300,000. Such a terrifying refugee, the Shandong official army guarding the border, did not even dare to stop it and ran away directly.

At this time, Caozhou had already fallen into the hands of Dongjiang.

There was no way. Caozhou was Liu Zeqing's nest at the beginning. The land king was killed by someone, and the remaining little ant farts were not the same. Yu Dacheng came to treat the other person as a person, and sent a document to send someone to Caozhou to suppress the bandits. Even the gangster generals there dared not even send a single guerrilla fart.

In Dongjiang, in two or three months, it took 100,000 taels of silver to transport 300,000 stones of grain to Caozhou. This happened to happen that the refugees had been out of food for two or three days, and they just happened to be able to pick them up.

At the gate of the city, Chen Rong opened his arms wide and hugged Wen Meng and greeted him.

"Oh, Brother Wen, I haven't seen each other for two or three months. You have lost a lot of blackness and weight loss. Brother, I'll have a banquet for you. Let's go to drink!"

Who knew that Wen Meng had a gloomy face. Without saying a word, he shouted at him directly with an electric gun head.

"Oh, I'll go!"
Chapter completed!