Beiyang new warlord

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However, even if the general is lazy and unable to lift his spirits, the battle is still one-sided. There is no way, the gap in strength is too great!

Hearing Xie Junyou's panicked shouts, Shun Jun, who was standing in front of the army, hurried over to defend with swords and spears, but the cavalrymen from Liao Town took out their carbines for a long time, and beat them on the head and face, dozens of people were like dominoes. He fell down on the mountain road crackling, and then threw the carbine back, dragged the saber and slashed over. The big blade clicked, and two blood trails were drawn on both sides of the bullock cart. Before he could react, Those who escorted the Shun army and were chopped off were turned on their backs, their heads flying.

With a click, Shun Jun, who was holding a big gun and was about to go up, was chopped off by the big knife, and he lay on the box, and the sticky blood dripped down the box. up.

The Rhyming Army selected by Li Zicheng is considered to be a two-handed army, not a pure refugee army with a dizzy head. Seeing that the road could not resist the elite cavalry of the Liao army, the Dashun army on both sides of the car ran towards the dangerous slopes on both sides of the road. Go, want to use the terrain to resist.

However, the place where Mao Jue started is called Baishan Heishui! In the mountains, the Liao people are more comfortable than these refugees from Henan. One end is still looking at the Liao soldiers on the road, and there are suddenly dense gunshots behind the other end. There was a crackling blow, bloody holes appeared in the unsuspecting Shun Jun's back again.

"Kill the duck!!!"

With bayonets in hand, the muscular Liaodong animals ran down screaming, baring their teeth and clucking their tongues. The Shun army, which was planning to occupy a geographical advantage, became enemies on the back and back. It rolled down like a blood gourd.

Some were even beaten to the big box of the bullock cart by the Liaozhen soldiers who rushed down the mountain, and were stabbed to death by bayonets on it.

After all, the First Army of Liao Town lived up to its reputation, and beating the second-line regiment of the Shun Army directly had the effect of beating up children.

When the battle came to this point, the glorious tradition of the Dashun Army was brought into full play once again. If you can’t fight, run away! The entire convoy of two to three thousand carts dragged forward and backward for more than ten miles. The orderly ones even dragged the cart, and when they couldn’t pull it, they ran away. The smarter ones simply threw away the things in their hands, snatched them from the capital’s arsenal, threw them on the ground after wearing the armor they hadn’t worn for two days, and threw them into the Dashangou As soon as he got into the hole, he became an ordinary person again.

On the one hand, the combat power is not good, on the other hand, the high mountains and mountains that have been transported away these days have almost exhausted their physical strength. This war with a scale of 6 people has become a legendary war as recorded in the Qing History Draft, and the Liaozhen side died in battle. Three, more than 100 people were injured, and the one who died was because he rushed too recklessly and couldn't hold his feet. He bumped into the Shunjun weapon and killed himself. They all ran away.

This battle is brilliant enough!But Wenmeng still couldn't lift his spirits, and walked lazily with a horsewhip.

"Mr. General, awesome! You have defeated 3 enemies, and you have killed three of them yourself. Even if the grandson is alive, he is not as powerful as you, Mr. General!"

The Dongjiang army has really fallen, and the wind of bragging and flattery has risen. Seeing his leader listless, the leader of the first regiment, Xingchang He, who has risen through military exploits, is smiling and giving his thumbs up, but this is what he said. Wen Meng slapped him in the face angrily.

"Fuck off! What's the difference between beating up a group of second-handers who are transporting food and I beating up that damn fat Su Changmei? It would be embarrassing if it was spread out. What kind of military merit is it?"

Leaning against the box with a depressed face, Wen Meng still underestimated depressedly: "I really don't know where I offended the King of Liao! I never had my turn in the hard battle of eating meat. I actually ate the leftovers. I didn't give it to Liao during the Chinese New Year last year." Does Wang carry anything? But that’s because he doesn’t allow the generals to give gifts! This time I went back to carry some? Damn Li Chuang’s army of millions will be wiped out in front of Shanhaiguan, and the gifts are still leftovers!”

I really didn't expect that the army commander, who had always been a rough and wild man with a big beard, was like a boudoir, with an old face as black as a pig's liver holding back a smile. He opened his mouth and opened his mouth.

"Mr. General! Think about it, what if it's the birth plan and it's all silver? The King of Liao sent you if he didn't send anyone, which shows that he trusts you!"

"You kid, you've watched "Water Margin" too much! You're still born! As for Li Chuangzi's bloody urine sample, how much money can he have!"

"Besides, silver can compare to Li Chuangzi's more than 100 million head military merits. Oh, I'll go!"

When he was talking, the soldiers in front of him had already opened the alley, and suddenly, a burst of dazzling light almost flickered scared his eyes, and those long legs jumped over like a rabbit in disbelief, scratching his hands. In the past, he didn't move it for a while, and then squatted down and took a bite in a very tasteless way, and then he screamed in disbelief.

"Old He, your grandson is really a crow's mouth! Quickly open that box and have a look!"

Hearing Wen Meng's yelling, a group of Liao soldiers immediately became excited. The bayonets were used as crowbars, and they yelled to pry them up one by one. One box, silver! Two boxes, silver! Three boxes, Silver! I drove more than a dozen cars in a row, and cleared the heavy silver boards, each of which weighed more than 50 catties.

Finally he paid attention to it, Wen Meng grinned and shouted, the vigorous Liaodong cattle who had just finished the battle didn’t even want any prisoners, they kicked their buttocks and took over the school bus beamingly in the eyes of those Shunjun. The carriage, yelling loudly, also drove along the Datong Basin.

While walking, Wen Meng yelled happily with his mouth crooked: "Slow down, motherfucker, clean your hands and feet, this belongs to His Royal Highness Liao Wang! Your rewards are indispensable, and your hands and feet are not clean. You shouldn't take it, I cut your eggs!"

"My lord general! Who can handle a large silver plate weighing more than 50 kilograms, and where can I hide it?"

Seeing that his boss was knocked out by a huge amount of money, President He put on a bitter face and spread his hands helplessly, but after persuading him, he slapped his thigh with emotion.

"By the way, King Liao is really clever. How did he know that Li Chuang could have such a huge amount of money passing through here, and let us lie in ambush for half a year to intercept it! If Li Chuangzi knew this, he would be so mad!"

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the intention, 360 five days a year, 360 four days this Wenmeng is careless, but on this day he got enlightened, suddenly slapped his head, and he raised his hand violently again with grinning teeth.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!"

"What's the matter with the general, did you miss the money?"

"No, it's more important than silver, go to the barracks, choose the best horse, hurry up, and go with me!"

Amidst Wen Meng's roar, hundreds of Liaodong Jingqi who had just come back roared and rushed towards Dongfang Mountain Road again.

Not to mention, Junyou Xie was really lucky. He was the first to be ambushed and attacked by the Tieshan Corps. The old boy fled from the front to the back with a gunshot wound, and he ran away. Meng's spirit was refreshed, but he was dejected and dejected.

4000 taels of silver! Chuang Wang worked hard in handcuffing and plundering the capital for more than ten days, and offended all the scholar-bureaucrats in Ming Dynasty. Only then did he get a huge sum of money, in order to establish the capital of Xi'an, repair the palace, and reward the civil and military officials and the army. The funds were lost in his hands. Xie Junyou could already imagine the anger of Li Zicheng, Liu Zongmin and other big leaders after the news was sent back.

But it’s not enough if he doesn’t go back, his children are still in the capital! Holding his bleeding wound, he turned his head every step of the way.

But it happened that something happened when he turned around, and suddenly a cloud of dust rose up behind his back, seeing that he was heartbroken, and screamed in horror.

"Pursue! Go! Go!"

In fact, it doesn’t need to be said by him, the soldiers who have been frightened ran away with him, but, how could those with two legs run faster than those with four legs, and besides, after so many days of escort, these people were all tired and weak-legged His feet were soft, and after running for a few miles, he was chased by Wenmeng's cavalry and surrounded.

Looking at the gleaming carbine barrel beside him, Shun Jun, who was surrounded by heavy siege, also became ruthless, shouting and pointing his sword and spear to the outside, Xie Junyou roared mournfully.

"Brothers, I can't run anymore. Fight for one to earn money, fight for two to earn one, fight with Liaogou!"

"Fuck you! Are you the leader of the gang?"

Before he could say anything, the ugly Northeast voice was already yelling and cursing. He walked to the front and looked at Xie Junyou, who was covering his wound on his back. .

"Liu Da, where's Lao Tzu's medical kit? Throw it away for this stupid roe deer!"

"Don't die! Hurry back and tell you Li Chuangzi, his birth date outline, Lao Tzu Wenmeng robbed!"

There is really nothing more bullying than this. They rob you of your things and have to tell you when you turn back. Hurry up and call the police! Among those stupid Shunjun soldiers, this team of Liao soldiers was like the angels who rescued the dying and healed the wounded. A dozen horses, a lot of medical kits and food, turned around and left again, looking at Wen Meng's swaying horse buttocks, his face turned purple, Xie Junyou yelled angrily.

"Wu Na Liao dog, what the hell do you mean?"

It's a pity that no one paid attention to him! Shun Jun, who survived the catastrophe, looked at me and I looked at you, and finally his eyes fell on Xie Junyou.

"Master, what should we do?"

"What to do? Get on the horse!"

Although I don't know why Wen Meng had a convulsion or what kind of conspiracy he had, but he must report the letter when he goes back. Gritting his teeth, Xie Junyou turned over and climbed on the horse's back, and immediately slapped the horse's ass hard.

"drive!"

Chapter 591. Getting angry to vomit blood

In front of Shanhaiguan, the battle clouds are especially gloomy.

This battle can be called a battle between snakes and scorpions. Liaozhen has a long snake, no matter the head or tail of the snake, it is extremely fierce and frightening, while the Dashun army is an even bigger scorpion, and the left and right wings are like poisonous horses. The scorpion's claw is ready to go, the front mouth full of sharp teeth bites forward from time to time, the only slightly weaker one seems to be the scorpion tail which should be the strongest.

However, in a sense, sending out the family members of the old battalion to attack has indeed achieved the fatal blow effect of the Dashun Army. In order to protect their families, these refugees can also explode with amazing fighting power. This poisonous scorpion tail is well deserved.

On the battlefield, the bloody fighting was in full swing. After the shelling, the ground was still covered with gunpowder smoke, densely covered with bullet craters and pockmarks. In the gunpowder smoke, shadows like zombies suddenly appeared in the eyes.

After several consecutive days of cannon fodder, even the unprofessional Jingying has grown a lot at this time. Instead of running wildly like the first day, everyone slowed down as much as possible, and the first person was carrying a big piece of wood. , and then a dozen people followed behind, taking a slow step, as if they were not fighting a life-and-death battle, but like old people going out for a walk.

Even in the face of a dark muzzle.

Facing the descending troops of Ming Dynasty who were approaching like walking corpses with cold eyes, Yuan Dabao's sharp-edged face was as cold and stern as a blizzard. The road was chosen by himself. He will be reduced to the status of today's cannon fodder, so he has no sympathy for these people in front of him at all.