Both of them were very excited with the leopard eyes and short beards. Their bodies were still trembling slightly, but their hands were still quite stable. They could place their muskets at any time, aim at the enemy and then release them.

This is the result of long-term rigorous training. No matter how emotionally excited, how happy or depressed, angry or sad you are, always hold your musket with both hands.

This is the creed that military sticks, whips and iron-like disciplines bring to the musketeers.

The musketeers only have two creeds. First, they have to have enough food. Second, they have to hold their guns firmly.

Even in sleep.

The second-year infantry gun of the Tianqi 2nd year, the best product of the Hutchison Military Industry Bureau, is also the treasure of all the musketeers. Their lives are bound to each musketeer. Every musketeer must hold his musketeer tightly under any environment and conditions. Even now, a group of new recruits are shaking like a sway, and the musketeers in their hands cannot shake at all.

"Gunman, come down to help deal with the corpse."

Li Fang shouted below, and a group of infantry stripped naked and armed with weapons returned to the slope. They laughed and laughed, as if they didn't care about what had just happened.

The infantry are considered veterans. They have experienced many battles and seen blood. They no longer care about the scene in front of them.

Leopard eyes took a deep breath, turned his head to the short beard and said, "Damn it, let's call us again."

"There's no way." The short beard said, shaking his body: "The veteran has said that the new recruits have to cook the body, which makes us adapt to the battlefield."

“There are many big principles.”

The two escaped Liaodong people walked down with their companions. It was already early noon. The weather was warm and the sun was so comfortable.

The surroundings are filled with a thick smell of sulfur, which is the smell left after the muskets fired. In addition, the branches that were crushed from the bushes and the branches that were cut by bows and arrows fell all over the ground. The small hillside is not large, but the traces of battle left behind are quite conspicuous and dense.

Leopard Eye and others walked down with their own muskets slanted, which was shocking all the way.

Short-bearded said to Leopard's eyes: "I'm trying to be a warrior, but now I regret it."

"Repent?" Leopard eyes looked at the short beard beside him and said, "Do you regret it if you can kill Jianlu?"

"Of course not."

"Yes." The leopard's eyes pushed apart a piece of leaves, and there was a little blood on the leaves. This was the blood that was splattered when the person was hit. A faint smell filled the air.

The leopard eyes squatted down next to a corpse, and the armor had been peeled off. The Jianlu only had a gray-black robe and lining. The weather was warm and the people were wearing fewer clothes. This man had just died a lot, and it looked like he was alive, but there was a large piece of blood on his chest, and blood was still flowing out.

"Oh, let's do it." The short beard urged.

Leopard Eye felt a little sensation, and he said to the short beard viciously: "Why don't you get on?"

"I'm the next one."

The other recruits and gunmen also walked forward, and each of them looked not very good.

The new recruits are in charge. This is an old tradition. When you go to the battlefield, you don’t just stand and fire muskets. Sometimes, people will die when the battle is fierce, and of course you will also kill the enemy. Whether you help lift the bodies of your comrades, help the baggage soldiers to lift the seriously injured, or cut off the enemy’s heads, these things are good opportunities to train new recruits, and no chief officer will let them go.

Li Fang watched his subordinates clean up the end of the game below. In addition to armor and weapons, there were also some dry food and scattered silver. These vests were all serious Jurchens, all of which had a little wealth. The silver was summed up, about twenty taels, and they all had to be handed over to the end.

If it were the Dongjiang soldiers, the dry food, robes and silver would have been divided long ago. Life in the Dongjiang Reclamation Area with Tieshan and Yizhou as the core was very difficult, with more than 100,000 people crowded into a small circle. Originally, these places in North Korea were borders and were poor and bad waters. In addition to fishing and hunting, the most resources were forest land.

In later generations, Kuandian and other counties were also relatively backward areas. The entire Kuandian Liubao Wubao disappeared in the long river of history. Kuandian County is adjacent to the Yalu River and opposite is North Korea. Forestry and fishery resources are quite developed, there is very little arable land in the territory and not much population. The previous Liubao area was almost a ghost, and it was barely popular under the development of Dongjiang and the 12th Regiment. However, compared with Liaodong and Liaozhong, people in Dongjiang Town have been working hard to have a full meal. If the materials in front of them are seen by people in Dongjiang, even a silk thread would not be left.

Leopard eyes endured the discomfort in their hearts and pulled out the short knife from their waist.

In Liaodong, he experienced massacres, and the cities and the countryside were full of Han people killed by the Jurchens. Whether it was a middle-aged man, a child, an elderly, a woman, or even a baby child, the Jurchens never let him go. The bodies were scattered all over the towns and villages, mountains, forests and plains, and dead people were everywhere in ditches and roads.

There were 300,000 people in Kaiyuan alone who were directly slaughtered, and there must be many people who died indirectly.

After the massacre order to kill all the people without valleys was issued, people died almost every day along the way.

The discomfort in the leopard eyes was completely physiological, but he had seen too many dead people, including his family. After the short discomfort passed, he placed the short knife between the neck of Jianlu, found the gap between the cervical vertebra as taught by the instructor, and then pressed it down hard.

Blood overflowed, the skin was cut open by a sharp blade, and then a crisp sound was heard, and the entire head was cut off.

Leopard Eye suddenly wanted to cry, and of course he also wanted to avenge his family and relatives, including those neighbors he knew. Under normal care, he was also a heart that had suffered trauma and torture.

The training is very hard, and no matter how good the treatment is, it is not a reason why they are willing to be a warrior.

In fact, there are not many strong Liao people who are willing to be baggage soldiers. Only those Liaodong men who are jogging with their whole family will stay in the settlement area with peace of mind, farming or serving as baggage soldiers, and as long as the Liaodong men who do not have too many ties, they will most likely become members of the war team.

The leopard eyes stood up with their heads in their hands, with a complex expression, but more of pride and pride.

He looked at it with a short beard, and after a while, he pulled out his short knife and walked towards another corpse.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. When Li Fang and others walked up the slope, the smell was still very strong.

"Everyone has done a good job." Li Fang said with great satisfaction.

Leopard Eye handed over the heads to his team officer. These heads will be handled and sent to the regiment headquarters together. Recently, due to the increase in the Jurchens' small whistles, it is estimated that the number of heads handed over is also a large number. Leopard Eye clapped his hands, as if he could slap off the blood stains on his hands. He said to Li Fang: "Captain, should we retreat or hold on?"

"We certainly stick to it before there is further military order." Li Fang pondered for a moment and said to his subordinates: "There are dangers, but there are also gains. If the enemy's large number of troops come, we can take advantage of our familiarity with the terrain and environment and retreat quickly. Of course, there is also the risk of being scribbled from the back road by the enemy. As the squadron leader, I chose this way. You can now have opinions, but after I give the order, any opinions can only be hidden in my heart. If you say them, you will be considered as a shake of the morale of the army. Do you understand?"

A group of soldiers standing with knives or spears, holding arches, did not make any sound, their eyes were either wandering or firm, but no one spoke.

"Very good." Li Fang looked at everyone, smiled with satisfaction, and nodded slightly.

According to the order of the regiment headquarters, they cooperated with the remaining small troops to stop Jianlu's reconnaissance in the 12th Regiment. After repelling many sharp whistles, they could actually retreat or look for large troops to join.

But no one was willing to do this. As long as Jianlu didn't come, Li Fang and his subordinates were confident that they could eat it.

Everyone was full of confidence, had experienced strict and even cruel training, and was full of confidence in themselves and the robes around them. They had strong iron armor and excellent weapons, sufficient dry food and water, sufficient physical fitness and trust in Li Fang's command. Even if there were many tentative Jurchen whistles, these people were confident that they could beat them back.

It has nothing to do with military orders, it is not reckless or reckless, it is just based on confidence in one's own abilities.

At most, the atmosphere is solemn, not even tense, let alone tragic.

Li Fang was also very satisfied with the performance of his subordinates. In fact, everyone can retreat and find a safer defense point. However, sticking here is obviously a better choice. No one in the entire squadron is afraid, and no one takes the initiative to ask for retreat. Some people may think so in their hearts, but it is good if they don’t say it out.

Li Fang said sincerely: "Since that's the case, everyone should follow me to guard. Don't worry, I won't take you to seek death. We are not afraid of death when we fight Jianlu. But the best result is that we can live to see the day when Jianlu was destroyed."

Li Fang added another sentence and said, "I am proud to lead everyone."

Leopard Eye didn't say anything, but she couldn't help but shed tears in her eyes.

...

The guard of Zhenghuang Banner, A Dun, was passing by the crowd, and there were ministers in front of him, as well as ministers in charge of affairs, and of course, more were guards.

Lao Khan is no better than ordinary Beile and the princes. The guards around him are all drawn from the fifteen old Khan's own Niulu, all of whom are elite soldiers who have experienced many battles. These Gebushxian are all wearing bright silver armor, and the weapons in their hands are made of high-quality fine iron. Moreover, each of them has more than one weapon, from picking swords to straight swords, bones, long axes, short axes, swords, and waist knives. They are almost all kinds of cold weapons. There is a clear murderous aura on these people. Even the leader guards like A Dun who is as close as Nuerhaci and his son, must undergo multiple inspections before they can finally enter the temporary residence of Lao Khan in Niumao Village.

It was almost May, and Nuerhaci first went to Guangning to fight the siege at the beginning of the first month of the year, and then attacked Liaoxi. After defeating under Ningyuan City, Lao Khan was in a bad mood. He was defeated throughout his life and eventually suffered no trauma at Ningyuan City. In fact, he achieved considerable results. Hundreds of thousands of taels of silver, a large amount of materials, including 200,000 stones of grain, were transported back to Liaodong. Removing the consumption of the war was enough to prevent the Eight Banners from feeling embarrassed in material within a year.
Chapter completed!