In the autumn of the 15th year of Chongzhen in history, Shengjing was also preparing for wars, but they punished the Ming Dynasty for betrayal and went south to rob, but this time it was a battle for survival.

The Qing Dynasty took Jianzhou Jurchens as the main force, and the battle for survival. This time, the entire Jianzhou team went up with the entire clan. There were 50 or 60-year-olds with pale braids, and 14 or 15-year-old children. Even disabled people who were cut off their thumbs by Mao Jue and could no longer pull the bow and exert force were not left behind.

Mules and horses were neighing and crowded. I admire this fighting nation. There was not much sadness in the farewell of wives and children. Some were only encouragement. Some were half-aged boy walking there with a spear several times taller than him. It looked like he was not going to the battlefield of life and death, but it was a bit like going out to play.

Shengjing City was almost an empty city. On the school ground outside the capital, Huang Taiji also led the army to fight in person. His magnificent shouts could be heard from a distance.

"The people of Dongjiang are afraid of us! They are afraid of our soldiers! They are afraid of our iron cavalry, so they dare to attack us only after the Qing Dynasty had just experienced the war! So how can the people of Baishan and Black Water disappoint Dongjiang and make him laugh at him, "I am no one in the Qing Dynasty?"

"Pick up your long swords with arrows! Riding your horses and following me to harvest the heads of these Ming people, making them afraid of the Qing Dynasty in their bones, making them surrender to the Qing Dynasty forever, and making them tremble all over when they were fighting with you!"

It is extraordinary to be able to become a hero. This speech inspired all the three armies and eight banners to be full of blood, their eyes were red, and they held up weapons and shouted overwhelmingly.

The ferocious Eight Banners Flying in the strong wind, the Qing army pushing the cannon was like a winding blue dragon, magnificently heading north.

"It's not bad, the city is empty, it's almost time to send 100,000 troops? With the local Niulu summoned all the way, and with the Mongolian tribes who came from the alliance, there should be 250,000 Qing troops on the battlefield! Tsk tsk, even the surrendered generals such as Xia Chengde Zu Dashou have been mobilized, and Huang Taiji has really made a big fuss and has come out in full swing!"

Not far from Shengjing City, the huge telescope like Mao Jue's small cannon barrel fell into Song Xiance's hands. Three Japanese short warriors who were loyal to him were carried together under him and rode on their shoulders. Song Xiance was peeping and making a sound.

"Master General! You want the officials to mobilize all the Qing people and try to eat the other party on the battlefield. Now the minister has done it. Whether you can eat it depends on your old age!"

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After receiving the letter of Mao Jue's battle, on October 25, Huang Taiji vowed to Shengjing and gathered a large army to fight north, but he was still taking over the outer towns all the way, but the Dongjiang army had already arrived at the border and entered the battle sequence.

The modern army and the feudal army are not only disciplined equipment, but also terrifying efficiency. Mao Jue summoned people from the huge Heilongjiang River and transported food to the front line. The train ran, and 220,000 troops completed the assembly in 24 days. Even if it was an inside battle, it would be a gathering of Mongolians and then summoned Niulu in the entire Qing Dynasty. It would take at least one and a half months to two months for Huang Taiji, while the Ming Dynasty was even slower. It took Hong Chengchou half a year to receive the emperor's orders to meet the troops of Ningyuan.

This led to the Qing Dynasty not being ready to fight, but Mao Jue could draw his sword!

The sky is in August, and at the end of October, the weather in the northeast also dropped snowflakes early, covering the flat Songhua River basin with a vast white area. Stepping on the white snow, the dark army covering the horizon filled the sky again.

And in front of them, the outpost troops, and by the Songhua River.

The cannons that had just been used were still emitting amazing heat. The gunner wore gloves and then hung the cannon body back on the camel horse. On the other side of the river bank, some red marks on the ground showed the efforts of the Qing army's border defense troops just now. On the river surface, several floating bridges lay there like long dragons, biting the other end of the south bank of the Songhua River. The engineers who had just built the bridge were surrounding dozens of piles of burning coal to keep warm.

Just as he was busy, a messenger suddenly started shouting at the top of his throat.

"Take your car! Stand at attention and salute!"

He didn't care about the fire, and the soldiers next to the fire hurriedly turned around neatly, with their leather boots slamming at the sight, which looked very Republic of China. However, Dongjiang's salute was not just pointing at the temple, but pressing his right fist against his left chest and heart.

As the carriage arrived, the officer who was yelling to arrange defense on the riverside also ran over in a hurry in three steps and two steps. Seeing Mao Jue get off the car wearing a phoenix-winged helmet and full of armor, he also stood attentively and saluted.

"The guerrilla regiment of the Acheng Guards and Forward Forces led Shen Zhong to meet the general!"

Now the second-generation officers in Dongjiang have also grown up. Shen Zhong is Shen Rong's son. Shen Shikui, who died in battle, even several grandsons have worked in the army. The arrival of these young officers has removed the old generation's old and complex official rules, which has brought a stream of fresh air to the Dongjiang army.

But when I saw them, Mao Jue always felt that he was old.

After getting off the carriage, he waved his hand casually to let them not be treated. Then Mao Jue picked up his telescope and looked south and looked over.

This time, his march route was not as far south as it was during the Spring Outpost. Later, he relied on the Kuandian Liubao near Dandong City in the Dongjiang area as his goal. This was a long journey and headed straight to Liaoning along the Songhua River Plain northwest of Hadaling, Jilin. On the other side of the Songhua River is the Qing people's Jilin Wula, the former residence of the four Jurchens, the current Jilin Vice-President Palace, and the later Jilin Siping City.

Mao Jue's foot recorder before traveling through time had once set foot here. This place, which was once an old industrial base in Northeast China, was gray in winter. However, along the prosperous urban areas and roads of the river, the Catholic Cathedral in the 18th century still left a deep impression on him. But now, in addition to the lurking city and the newly harvested sorghum fields, here is wilderness!

"Report to the general, my front army fought with the deputy commander of Jilin, and fired 69 shots, defeating the thief and horse team, and the killing and injury were unknown! At present, the thief retreated to Wula City in Jilin, and the frontier on the riverside is controlled by our headquarters. Please give orders!"

Unlike Mao Jue's sigh, Shen Zhong was so excited that he was a little trembling. From the children of the military officers and civil servants to the children and grandchildren of ordinary people, no one grew up after listening to Mao Jue's legend. Hundreds of cavalry attacked Yizhou, Shandong took over Liao people, and a million troops attacked the thief heads alone, killing the Japanese pirates' shogunate generals and fled in panic. Mao Jue is simply the idol of these young people and the god in their hearts!

Mao Jue did not disappoint him. In the excitement of this young man, Mao Jue was lazy and waved his hand with a halo of the protagonist.

"Prevent the outposts of the river beach, scatter the cavalry and guard the army across the river!"

"I will obey the order!"

After sending Chen Zhong away, Mao Jue raised his telescope and looked at the other side of the river. Once upon a time, the group of people on the opposite side were so scared that he was restless. He racked his brains to think about how to survive in this chaotic world and not be able to become a purse of these people. Now, he is bringing a mighty army to fight with the other party to the king outside the pass!

It seems like a different life!

However, everything that was familiar was about to come back more than four hundred years ago. The coldness suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Mao Jue rolled over the car again.

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It took about two hours to cross the river. The turbulent Songhua River is very important in Mao Jue's strategy. After all, it will be the first line of defense to resist the Qing army's usual rear encirclement. Moreover, this battle is the first battle to go south in the East and the south, which is of great significance.

The one who bites this first piece of flesh was the Kong Youde Acheng Corps, the most powerful of the Heilongjiang Army Town.

However, this is really a bit of a smugness. The city wall was built by Ula at that time. There were only a few earth cannons on it. The Qing army stationed troops from the Deputy General Administration of Jilin were wearing leather armor and carrying quiveres on their backs. They looked at the scene in front of them incredibly, and their hands holding bows were trembling.

They were facing 440 cannons from the vanguard of Dongjiang!

Like Huang Taiji, before the war started, Mao Jue also delivered a speech on the war. He came to the entire army in person, pointed to the earthen city soaked in snow in front of him, and roared high.

"Twenty years ago, weren't we Liao people living as stable as them? Men farmed and weaved, and the seasons were like spring, and their descendants lived peacefully. But suddenly one day, the robber named Nurhaci, who had been blessed with the national favor of the Ming Dynasty for generations, broke into the homes of our Liao people, burned down our houses, flattened our fields, and plundered our brothers, wives and children as slaves. They called Baoyi! He drove us Liao people out of our homes! Let us wander!"

"I am not wary! I will never allow such a thing to happen again! This time before these robbers open their bloody mouths, I will take you and burn their thief's nest first!!!"

The hatred was ignited like a fiery fire. Even if it was not from the Liao people, the land inside the pass was ravaged by these Jurchens several times. The damn Liao Sheng who broke countless people's poor families was the damn Liao Sheng. In the bronze trumpet, Mao Jue's voice came out a few miles. Under the shock of the sound waves, the 100,000 warriors who attacked first also ignited the blood in their chests, and countless bayonets were lifted up.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

He became even more excited, and Mao Jue's voice became even more exhausted, roaring and shouting.

"I will not guarantee that each of you will be brought back alive, but what I will guarantee is that when you retired for several years, sitting in front of the stove on your farm holding your grandson, you can proudly pat your chest and say, "Every inch of land passed down to your descendants is made with your blood and sweat. You will not live in vain in your life!"
Chapter completed!