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"These Nikans are really here."

A white-armored eye showed a beast-like light. There were several vests beside him, all wearing iron armor like him. The white-armored and vests were lying in the muddy wetland. Some rotten water plants were crushed on them, emitting a scent of rotten smell.

Several Jurchen soldiers didn't mind these things, even if a small water snake slowly crawled around not far away from them.

They have been lurking here for more than a day. When they are hungry, they will eat a few sips of the dry food they carry with them, and when they are thirsty, they will drink water from the swamp. It’s a pity that they have grown up in a harsh environment. In this situation, no one has exhausted or has diarrhea after drinking dirty water. As expected, the body of a savage man is a hundred times stronger than that of modern people.

It has been three days since Niu Luezhen received the information from the barbarian. While Ezhen sent people to Liaoyang to report, she was nervously preparing for the war.

It is definitely too late to count on reinforcements. Liaoyang will have to wait for at least three days if it urgently dispatches troops after receiving the news the next day.

The Nikans have crossed the river hundreds of people here. When they see that all the cavalry are armored, they dare not act without any action. The reinforcements must also consider the number and combat power of the Ming army, and then consider how to fight this battle. In short, within at least ten days, Yaozhou must have to rely on itself.

Even in a few hundred years, whether a strong country is a strong country depends on its ability to quickly resist. Not all countries can send troops within 24 hours, and deploy tens of thousands of troops to fight within a week.

Of course it is impossible to escape. If Niu Lue dares to say the word "run", no one in this Niu Lu dares to follow.

"It's really slow to cross the river." A vest watched a large flower mosquito lie on his face and sucked blood happily, but he didn't dare to move. The distance here was too close, only a few dozen steps away from the ferry. The movement was discovered by the Ming people, but it was a big problem. Compared with the head, it was better to be sucked by the mosquito twice.

"Not." Another vest also said in a voice: "It's been three days since he was transporting it back and forth on a small boat every day, and I'm really laughing to death."

At this time, Bai Jia glanced at these vests coldly, and no one dared to speak again.

Baijia looked at it for a while and confirmed that there were only the eight hundred people in front of him tonight. He made a hand gesture. Everyone slowly crawled in the water and mud. It was not until they climbed out two hundred steps away that everyone stood up and bent down from the reeds for a while. Until half a mile away, there were a few war horses there. Everyone had no time to clean the mud and water plants on their bodies with clean water, and they turned over the horses. The horse's hooves stepped on the muddy wetland, making a dull sound. Due to the rustling sound of the river, the sounds made by these horses could not be heard downstream.

Several whistle cavalry ran southwest, and then passed by the Great Stone Bridge, then the Reed Bridge, and then walked onto the ruined official road where the weeds were born. Only one person was left in front of Yaozhou City.

The Niulu, who was stationed in Yaozhou, was named Tunbulu. It was originally a Jurchen noble family in Changbai tribe. After leading his troops to submit to the Eight Banners, Nuerhaci, who had only two banners at that time, accepted them and announced that Niulu was hereditary Niulu, which means that Niulu will always belong to the Tunbulu family. Even if Niulu was dismissed for crimes or arrested for beheading, the Niulu's successor could only be produced within his family. Even if Nuerhaci himself could not announce that Niulu had changed his master. At most, Niulu had returned from the Zhenglan Banner to the Inlaid Blue Banner or two red Banners, but Niulu's successor would always belong to the Tunbulu family.

This is actually a remnant of the backward tribal system, but it is also very effective at this time. Each Niulu will try its best to expand its own Niulu's strength and gain more military achievements, so that the people in Niulu have greater power and more say.

The whistle cavalry took advantage of the twilight and entered the city wall. A group of armored soldiers patrolled and guarded the outside. When they saw that the whistle cavalry of Benniu came back, they naturally let go of the road.

"I have seen my master." Bai Jia and his team rushed into the city gate, got off the horse and knelt down in front of Niu Luezhen.

Niulue Zhentun Blu is nearly sixty years old and has been fighting for nearly forty years. His beards and men are all white and the weather is very hot. He sits barely on the street not far from the city gate. There is a wellhead for people to sit, and there is a slight cold air.

This well can only be used after dredging. Two years ago, when Niulu was ordered to garrison Yaozhou City, it was a deserted city. The acropolis, which is more than three miles, was already a dead city. There were white bones everywhere in the city. In broad daylight, there were foxes and badgers and other wild animals moving in the city. The entire Niulu cleaned up for more than a month, pushed down many houses, used old bricks and tiles to build houses, dredge dry wells, discarded bones, and looked for usable furniture and objects, and then went to the outside of the city to open up land and farm. After two years, the entire Niulu settled his home in Yaozhou. No one had ever thought that the Ming army would dare to counterattack, and cross the river to attack Yaozhou.

Tunbulu was sitting with a golden sword, his face trembling constantly. He was not afraid, but was anger that could not be curbed.

This old man was the representative of the Jurchens. In his youth, they were awe and afraid of the Ming Dynasty, and they did not even dare to show their hatred. They went to the Ma City in Kuandian or Fushun Pass to see the fun. They were scolded by the Ming officials and the soldiers of Liao Town as savages. The Ming merchants also looked contempt and regarded them as barbarians.

In middle age, they followed Lao Khan to fight in the east and west. When Lao Khan raised the flag to establish the country and call him Khan, all the old people felt a burst of fear.

Even Wang Gao and Dong Wutang dare not do this. Will the Jurchens be destroyed by the Ming Dynasty?

As a result, from the 47th year of Wanli to the present, the Ming army has been defeated repeatedly, and the scenes of corpses everywhere appearing again and again. At this time, these Jurchens have despised the Ming people so much that they are extremely weak. The Han people are weak and lack blood courage. The Ming army is in the north every battle, and the Han people are cowardly and useless. These are the deep-rooted views of these old men and Jurchens.

When he heard that the army was attacking on his own initiative, Tunbulu's first reaction was not of fear, but anger, quite angry.

The Ming army did not attack other Niulu and attacked other cities, but actually took the initiative to come to the territory of Tunbulu. What is this not contempt or provocation?

While sending people to ask for help, Lao Ezhen summoned all the scattered flag soldiers and soldiers around him.

In two days, a team of 100 people was gathered.

Fifty armors were worn, seven of which were white armor, more than thirty vests, and more than ten step armors.

There were fifty flag captains, including more than 30 Jurchen flag captains, more than ten Han army carried flag captains, and more than a dozen Mongolian flag captains.

There are also about 300 people, including more than 200 Jurchen women, children, elderly and weak, and dozens of Han people.

Faced with the coming Ming army, Tunbluneng took out a team of soldiers with the old and weak, including coated men, about 100 people, including an elite team of 50 people in armor.

The Ming army was a pure iron cavalry of 800 people as the vanguard, and a cavalry of about 1,500 to 2,000 people and the forces of the chariot and artillery battalions, and they were all war soldiers wearing strong and held sharp edges.

Tunbulu understood that as long as the stalemate was in the early stage, the Ming army would not be able to succeed for a while, but after two days of stalemate, the Liaoyang soldiers might not be able to catch up, and another thousand people came to the Ming army, so he could not stop him no matter what.

"The Ming army came to attack Yaozhou tonight?" Tunbulu stood up suddenly and laughed wildly: "If these Ming rats, if the upright army came to fight, we would be afraid that we would not be able to defend the first round of attacks. They actually had to attack at night. They were really unconfident. They were really a bunch of rats. Well, they took three days to cross the river, and the scene was very chaotic. Look at the idea of ​​a strong armored blade, most of them were not recruits who had not been on the battlefield, so the generals did not have much confidence in attacking head-on, so they simply had the idea of ​​sneak attack... If these rats don't want to make military achievements as soon as possible, it would be great to attack with the support, and they wanted to make achievements, but they were afraid that the losses would be too great. Thinking of the idea of ​​sneak attack at night, if I was the head coach of the Ming army, I would have to cut off their heads."

A Niulu Zhang Jing asked, "Master, how should we deal with the enemy?"

"Since they came to attack in the middle of the night," Tunbulu said: "We will take advantage of the situation to launch a counterattack. The soldiers and flag guards followed me, riding horses and lying on both sides of the outside of Yaodao City. The old, weak, women and children were bluffing in the city. When the enemy arrived, they would beat drums, drums, archery and artillery, which shocked their formation. The cavalry on both wings assaulted and charged. If the enemy was in chaos, they would definitely not be our opponent."

Everyone present was surprised. Looking at the old man with all his beards and eyebrows in front of him, it turned out that he was really old and spicy.

Not only do you have to fight, but you also want to win a big victory!

"What?" Tun Bru's eyes showed murderous aura and glanced at everyone and said, "Who dares not fight?"

"I dare to fight." The white armor of the whistle detective answered first: "The Ming people are well-armed and seem terrible, but they are actually quite weak and powerless. They can't do it on the entire team on the river beach. This time I feel that we can not only win a big victory, but also get a lot of armor, which is enough to please the flag master Beile, and to make up for us more Dingkou, cattle, horse and animal husbandry."

Of course, there is no need to hand over the achievements of this Niulu, but with the achievements of great victory and handing over a portion of the armor, I am afraid that the benefits will be obtained more than if I keep them and seize them.

Tunbulu finally made a decision: "Zhang Jinglei led fifty people to the left of the road, I led fifty people to the right of the road, and half of the white armored vests each. Zhang Jing Saidai led the old and weak in the city. When he heard the arrow, he led people to the city to beat drums and make noises, and the enemy always shot arrows."

"Lie Liehun, Beihun, Niyahan, Taerbaxi, when Baijia hears the arrow, you will lead the vests around you to rush to both sides of the enemy. Be sure to find the enemy's chief general and kill them. If the enemy generals are killed, the Ming army will be in chaos in an instant."

Tunbulu's explanation is quite simple. He designated the main force to ambush on both sides of the official road outside the city, and the old and weak stayed in the city, making noises and shooting arrows when they saw the enemy. Since it was the enemy's attack in the middle of the night, Tunbulu got information in advance and could take countermeasures calmly.

"twitter!"

There were decisive chirping sounds around, and the armored soldiers all smiled grimly. Tunbulu saw a young qiding who was under fifteen years old not far away wearing a shiny mail with the help of the old man, holding a step bow that grew up, and a smile appeared on his face.

The Jurchen elite who wins every battle is definitely not a powerful existence that Mingguo Xiaoxiao can resist!
Chapter completed!