Nurhaci's eyes spurted out anger, but he quickly suppressed his anger. He raised his eyes and looked at the top of the tent, and then he ordered Dorgon in a firm tone: "Dorgon, you will set out tomorrow. Take the Zhenghuang Banner and the Inlaid Yellow Banner each and take 5,000 war soldiers and escort a thousand stones of grain to Ramsey Mountain."

Dorgon was shocked when he heard Nurhaci's order. Is the current war really so dangerous? He immediately knelt on one leg and received the order, and then he asked in confusion: "Ama, our main force has not suffered any losses. Will Ama do this shake the morale of the army?"

"It's enough for us to know about this. Your starling Huang Taiji is right. Zhang Ping'an, the commander of the Pokémon Army, is an extremely difficult person to deal with. His magic on the battlefield is hard to predict. I have no idea whether he can win this battle. I really regret it now and didn't listen to Lao Ba's advice.

Huang Taiji once told me: We will stop the army for three years and first defeat North Korea, so that we will have a granary when we send troops. Then we will send troops to drive the troops outside the Ming Pass back to Shanhaiguan. In terms of strategic situation, we are already invincible. As long as we fight steadily, we will form a strategic siege for the Po Nu Army. Zhang Ping'an, the commander of the Po Nu Army, is a genius who understands military affairs. In order to eliminate the adverse situation of siege on both sides, he must first find Lin Danhan, the main force of Lin Danhan, who is weaker than me, fights the decisive battle. Once the main force of the Po Nu Army attacks, our opportunity will come. It's not like now..."

After saying that, Nurhaci shook his head in pain and picked up the milk tea to taste it bitterly. Seeing that Dorgon did not fully understand, he patiently explained: "Do you think the current state of the Pou Nu Army is also siege on both sides. It is similar to your starling's idea?"

Seeing Dorgon nodding, Nurhaci put down the tea bowl and stood up. Dorgon also hurriedly got up and followed Nurhaci to the sand table south of the commander's tent. Nurhaci took out a spear from the martial arts frame and pointed the spearhead at the map to explain: "We and Lin Danhan have surrounded the Po Nu Army on the surface. But this also made the Po Nu Army tied up two iron fists. At the beginning of this war, we were destined to be unable to win completely. Because, like Lin Danhan, we not only stared at the Po Nu Army, but also had to always pay attention to our next opponent. We all thought that the other party and the Po Nu Army fought to the death. As a result, we were all trapped in the tactics carefully formulated before the war by Zhang Ping'an, the commander of the Po Nu Army.

Zhang Ping'an had a very deep calculation. As early as a year ago, he had figured out a whole set of ways to deal with us. Using a lime battle, he led our artillery team into a trap, which wiped out Amin's artillery team. It made us lose the weapon of siege. It was because of the mutual suspicion between us and Lin Danhan that Zhang Ping'an could calmly mobilize troops."

As he said that, Nurhaci pointed his finger at the direction of Lin Danhan's Mongolian coalition: "According to the detailed work we put around Lin Danhan, Lin Dan drove some of the eight Mongolian tribes in the south of the desert to the city of Ponu, and the other large part was taken to the front line with our army. This shows that he wanted these people to fight against us, and his main force would fight with our army again when our strength was greatly damaged! This is also the reason why I did not put our headquarters and Mongolian warriors on the front line. As a result, the one who took advantage in the end was the Ponu army."

Speaking of this, Nurhaci was both angry and helpless. He stabbed his spear to the position of Baishan in the sand pan to vent his anger. After Nurhaci vented, he took Dorgon's little hand and sat back to the furnace.

"Child, I asked you to lead the troops away. It is to prepare a retreat for the army. Once the war is unfavorable, at least my Jurchens and Mongolian troops can preserve their own strength!"

The white mountains were covered in silver in the early morning, and the heavy snow that had been dancing for three days finally stopped. The thick black clouds were already relaxed. Like an old man after constipation, he emptied his inventory for many days. It waved his hand to attract the sunshine and admired its masterpiece after excretion. The bloody battlefield the day before yesterday was buried by half a foot thick snow.

The two sides of the war were ready to compete today. Zhang Ping'an, the commander of the Pou Nu Army, was neatly armored. For this day, he specially put his armor on his armor jacket, indicating that he was in the Battle Suit's supreme identity. The five golden wolf heads on his chest were shining brightly.

Zhang Ping'an sat on the tiger-skin handsome chair watching the game with a calm face. He gently placed the mask in his hand in a wide handsome chair and placed it on the small coffee table. In addition to the snacks Zhang Dashuai liked, there was also a timer hourglass on the small coffee table. Then he stood in the handsome chair and shouted loudly: "Brothers! Sing with me: Go forward, Go forward! Our team is facing the sun..."

The passionate battle song of the Ponu Army resounded throughout the battlefield of Baishan. They sent an invitation to war to the enemy, and the Ponu Army would prove with iron blood that they were the strongest army in the world.

The Jurchen coalition, which was not outdone, beat the thousand-faced war drum. Nurhaci, the supreme commander of the Jurchen coalition, who was wearing golden armor and golden helmets, sat high on the command tower, issued attack orders one after another.

Accompanied by the messengers exploding under the command tower, in the bloody sunshine in the early morning, the Jurchen troops rushed into the battlefield like a torrent of rushing torrent from all directions.

Today, the Jurchen troops used all their strength. Zhang Ping'an saw from the telescope that the Jurchen troops' long ladders were no longer fine, but the number was astonishing. He counted it briefly and it was estimated that there were eight thousand long ladders. Zhang Ping'an also saw that the first wave of Jurchen attacking troops had a population of more than 50,000.

Although the formation is scattered, the offensive target is very clear. It seems that the Jurchen troops not only have to attack the two auxiliary positions, but also attack the main peak of Baishan. When the Jurchen troops entered the range of the crossbows, Zhang Ping'an's eyes kept leaving the telescope and issued an order: "Fastle the crossbows!"

Gu Xin, who was watching the battle with a large telescope around Zhang Ping'an, was extremely nervous inside. He saw that after the Pou Nu Army exploded, it formed three-meter-high bullet flowers. Five pounds exploded, and within three meters of explosion, countless human-shaped pieces of meat splashed out. Accompanied by a ball of blood mist, everything was swallowed and invaded life.

But the Jurchen troops were not intimidated by this terror. They quickly skipped the explosion point and rushed towards the target. The tragic phenomenon after the explosion was swallowed up by a flood. After the second shot of the crossbow, the Jurchen attacking troops' vanguard had already rushed to the foot of the mountain.

As the sound of muskets from the main and auxiliary positions of Baishan's positions sounded, the two sides that were fighting had entered melee battle. At this time, the second wave of Jurchen attacking troops began to enter the attacking positions. When the low attack horn sounded, they shouted and rushed towards Baishan.

At this time, Zhang Ping'an issued a second order: "The crossbow cannon focuses on attacking the enemy's support. Order the auxiliary positions to throw*!"

The flag-speaking hand on Baishan quickly issued the latest order of Zhang Dashuai. Although Zhang Ping'an was also very nervous, he pointed to Hao Yidao at the milk tea on the stove. However, Hao Yidao's eyes were attracted by the tense war and did not notice Dashuai's body language.

Zhang Ping'an was so angry that he grabbed the mask and smashed it at Hao Yidao. Hao Yidao, who came to his senses, felt a little embarrassed. He quickly picked up the mask on the ground and poured milk tea for the coach. Zhang Ping'an took off his gloves, held the tea bowl in his hand, feeling the warmth brought by the tea bowl. His eyes unconsciously looked at the battlefield.

Although the Baishan platform is extremely high and you can observe the entire battlefield, there are still a few blind spots. That is, about thirty feet in front of the auxiliary position, which is his blind spot for observation. Although he is worried about the battle situation of the two auxiliary positions, the blood-colored corpses raised from time to time after the explosion between the two auxiliary positions indicated that the slave army on the two positions had curbed the momentum of the Jurchen charge.

Zhang Ping'an looked back at the foot of Baishan. The troops coming from the north should be the Han army of the Enneagram. The troops rushing to the south were the Ming traitors of the Enneagram. These two troops arrived at Baishan almost at the same time. The two troops, a total of about 30,000 people, charged up the mountain without making any adjustments after approaching Baishan.

The crowds all over the mountains were densely packed and dizzy. Zhang Ping'an did not order the crossbows on Baishan to suppress this wave of Jurchen troops. Instead, he waited until these people climbed to the hillside panting and issued an order: "Order the muskets at the back of the auxiliary position to shoot! The white mountain position throws*! Only one round is allowed! The rest are solved with muskets!"

As a result, these more than 30,000 Mingzhi were attacked by cross-sections of muskets on both sides of the front and back. The ridge on the east side of Baishan seemed to be flat and had a slope of nearly fifty degrees. Therefore, Mingzhi who was shot often rolled backwards and led many people to rush upwards.

This fire of muskets made the Jurchen attacking troops cry and howl. These people even lost the sense of direction of attack. Ming Tseng, who was holding the bird gun, was knocked down by the musket shot from the back slope of the auxiliary position. The Mongolian Tartar archers who were mixed in the middle of the attacking troops provided cover for Ming Tseng were reacted very quickly, and they could only take a single arrow based on their feelings.

But the distance of seventy feet made the arrow body rush out fifty feet strongly, and then shaking the arrow body and falling down unwillingly. Even the edge of the auxiliary position shooting hole was not touched. In a short time, a layer of corpses were laid at the foot of Baishan. The blood was fused with half a foot deep snow, and after it quickly condensed, it froze into ice, making the already difficult mountain roads even more difficult to walk.

The attacking Jurchen traitors had no choice but to discard their shields, use their hands and feet in their mouths, and climb upwards. As a result, the cold weather made the knife in their mouths stick to their lips. When they fell to the ground, the weight of the sword itself, driven by the huge impact force of the fall, tear their mouths into blood holes.

Due to the severe cold weather, the blood flowing out of the Jurchen Alliance soldiers who were killed in front of the main position of Baishan quickly combined with the land. This provided a good ladder for the Ming Ties who followed up attacks. They used these human ladders to quickly climb up through the frozen area.

Just as Zhang Ping'an was nervously paying attention to the Baishan battlefield, Gu Xin beside him suddenly pushed him with his arm: "Master General, the Ming traitor in the Inlaid White Flag has been moved."

At first, Zhang Ping'an hadn't reacted yet. He used a telescope in confusion to look in the direction of Gu Xin's finger. When he saw the wooden barrels on these people, he suddenly realized. These white-flag Han soldiers obviously understood the danger of what they were carrying.
Chapter completed!