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Chapter 775 Meeting in a narrow road

In Liaodong, in the northwest of Xingshan Mountain, in a grove on the east side of Dafu Fort by the Daughter River, soldiers from the left of the Huwei Battalion of the Xuanbei Army, led by Li Changsheng, the general commander of the Xuanbei Army, attacked a small group of northern captive cavalry who were out on sentry in the Zhenglan Banner of Mongolia.

Under the dim moonlight and starlight, a black figure leaped swiftly like a leopard, and a gloomy light appeared in front of Zanda, a northern captive cavalry soldier of the Mongolian Zhenglan Banner holding a Sulu ingot.

The Zhuanda's eyes suddenly opened wide, and he used all his strength to roll over again.

But he barely got up, when the first black object slammed down, and with a muffled "boom", it hit the big head of Beilu Boda.

The leather helmet on his head was thrown away by this force, and he didn't know where it fell.

Pieces of meat and brains sprayed out in all directions in an instant, and the Beilu Boda didn't even groan, but fell down suddenly, slumped on the ground and couldn't get up.

Before he lost consciousness, he seemed to see a huge figure, dressed in clothes similar to his own, but strangely boxy, with a huge square head and a huge iron fist in his hand. hammer.

Is it a bear?
Not too much!
After the blacksmith knocked down the Beilu Boda, he swung the big hammer in his hand and slammed it down again and again until the Beilu Boda's head was smashed into a pile of pieces of meat.

At this time, the blacksmith gave a "bah" just now, and said with a smug smile, "If you are as cunning as a fox or as fierce as a wolf, you still have to drink the footwashing water from our blacksmith."

This almost one-sided sneak attack ended smoothly in a short period of time, and there was no major movement.

Li Changsheng's side relied on a large number of people, and came prepared, with a large number of powerful crossbows and poisonous arrows, while the northern captive Mongolian sentry cavalry were indeed defenseless, so the victory in the battle was a matter of course.

In this battle, there were no casualties in the Ming army, and the sneak attack went very smoothly. Even Zhang Jintai shot and killed a Beilu cavalry with a poisonous crossbow, and he also made up a Beilu cavalry in the follow-up battle.

After the battle, the bodies of twelve Beilu cavalrymen were lying here and there in this small forest. Except for the Beilu Zhuanda who had been smashed to pieces by the blacksmith, the rest of the Beilu cavalry corpses were all scattered. It was in a weird twisting state, which was the power of the Xuanbei Army's poisonous arrows.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, Li Changsheng laughed lightly and said, "On the way home, there is such a harvest. It's really good luck on our side!"

The comrades beside him also laughed heartily, and everyone was naturally happy in their hearts that they could easily obtain such a small victory on the way home from sentry inspection.

Li Changsheng carefully scanned the surrounding area with his agile eyes, and said softly: "It is not suitable to stay here for a long time, cut off the heads of these northern captives, and take all the captured horses with us, let's go.

Go to Dafu Fort to rest for one night, then you can return to the camp tomorrow and report to the general. "

Cut with short knives and hacked with hatchets, the heads of those Tartars became the spoils of war for the Xuanbei Army's Ye Bu Shou.

For Li Changsheng and others, these skulls and the armor and weapons on Beilu's body were not very attractive, but Beilu's war horses were good things, which could just make up for their losses during this trip.

Every time they go out to watch, there will be casualties, and of course some horses will be lost. These twelve northern captives have more than [-] horses, and they must all be brought back.

This area is still in danger, and it is not suitable to stay for a long time. The people tidied up hastily, put their heads, armor and weapons on the horses, and quickly evacuated from this unsafe place.

At that moment, after Li Changsheng brought everyone together with Wan Guangjin and others who stayed behind, he quietly left this place, as if the battle just now had never happened at all.

In the forest, only the cold corpses of those northern captives were left lying quietly on the land that did not belong to them.

Li Changsheng still led his troops cautiously and headed all the way to Dafu Fort. Along the way, he kept meeting the receiving sentries from the right sentry, which indicated that no Tartar sentry cavalry had come to this area for the time being.

After crossing the river beach, everyone rode on their horses. When the sky was bright, they had already passed the area of ​​the reclining Buddha temple.

Seeing that it was safe, and the sentry was successful, all the people in the group were laughing and laughing.

Li Changsheng stroked his mustache more habitually, turned his head and said with a smile: "This time the brothers have performed well, and when we return to the camp to see the general, I will give credit to the brothers!"

All the people who didn't accept Yebu were all smiling, and they said in one go: "Thank you, Mr. Li."

"It's all thanks to Master Li's mighty power that we succeeded in the detection and cut off a group of North Road spies along the way!"

"Going back to the camp this time, the general master will definitely reward me."

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The next day, before dawn, a group of cavalry rushed out from the forest on the west side of Dafu Fort. There were about a hundred of them, and they rushed south with brisk steps.

It was Zuo Qinghe, the right sentry officer of Huwei Battalion, who led his sentry cavalry to lead the way for Li Changsheng and the others, keeping a distance of about two miles from the team behind, so as to avoid being surrounded by thieves and cavalry, and to avoid danger. time to support each other.

Because Zuo Qinghe and the others opened the way ahead, Li Changsheng's team was quite relaxed, but they also released several rangers to guard and investigate on the way forward. .

Suddenly, Li Changsheng, the head of the left team, frowned, and saw a stream of smoke and dust billowing in the front left, he hurriedly took out the binoculars, and rode to have a look.

Suddenly, he said a little annoyed: "It's Tartar again, this time there are quite a lot of people!"

Wan Guangjin also took back the binoculars, and said with the same solemn expression: "I'm afraid there will be no less than 50 people."

"57 Tartar soldiers!" Li Changsheng said in a very sure tone.

The sentinels of the Qing cavalry galloping on the opposite side had also discovered what was going on at Li Changsheng's side, and they sped up their horses one after another, rushing towards this side with strange screams.

In this kind of plain area, the field of vision is wide, and both sides can easily find each other's existence.

Although Li Changsheng looked dignified, he didn't seem too nervous. He raised the binoculars in his hand again. As the captives approached, they could see their outfits more clearly in the binoculars.

I saw that most of these captive riders were wearing double-breasted yellow cotton armor with copper nails nailed on them. Their helmets and spears were erected high, and their red tassels fluttered in the wind, which was very eye-catching.

It was the soldiers and horses of the Yellow Banner of the Manchurian Manchuria, and they were full of extremely fierce horsemen in vests.

In the smoke and dust, you can still see the black tassels floating on the helmets of several people, and there are square flags behind them, but they are junior officers such as Zhuanda, Pashiku, or Deboshiku in their Niulu.

Not only that, among these cavalry, there are more than a dozen people whose armor is shining, but it is the kind of armor with exposed armor, and their helmets have red tassels with long tails, and slanted flames sticking out of their backs. Carrying the flag on his back, he is the most capable and brave Bajala warrior among the Zhenghuang flags.

But what really attracted Li Changsheng's attention was the barbarians on the opposite side, those guys with eagle feathers and otter tails on their helmet tubes, and the two-foot flying tiger and fox tail flags behind their backs.

They are also dressed in bright helmets and armor, but their behavior is actually more capable than those Bala warriors.

Wan Guangjin reminded in a deep voice beside Li Changsheng: "Master Li, you are the forward guard of the Tartars."

Li Changsheng nodded silently. He knew that before the slave chieftain Huang Taiji became emperor, he had formed the Ba Ya La camp and the Gebush Xianchao Ha camp to gather and use the capable Ba Ya La soldiers from various records.

And the soldiers of Gebush's virtuous battalion were selected from the Bayala camp, or selected those with outstanding skills from the raised soldiers, and the total number of the entire battalion was less than 2000.

Because the names of the Bayala Camp and the Gebush Xian Camp are rather awkward, Zhang Cheng made a unified rule before entering Liao Dynasty, calling these people the Guard Army Camp and the Frontier Camp, and calling the Ali Hachao Camp the Xiaoqi Camp.

After the Xuanbei Army entered the Liao Dynasty, these titles gradually became popular, and even affected the names of other Ming troops for these Tartars and captives.

The Tartars of the Vanguard Battalion in front of us usually mainly assist the Guard Battalion to guard the Shengjing Imperial Palace.

Whenever Huang Taiji, the captive chieftain, went out for patrols and battles, he had to follow him and act as an outpost for Huang Taiji's royal driver.

However, in some large-scale wars, like the Tartars in the guard camp, they would go out to watch, and even participate in storming and breaking the formation.

Their combat strength is indeed higher than that of the soldiers of the guard camp among the Tartars!
Look at those Tartars in front of you rolling in, getting closer and closer, they are holding all kinds of weapons, shouting wildly, with extreme arrogance.

Wan Guangjin looked at Li Changsheng, and said in a deep voice, "Master Li, what should we do, shall we fight or go?"

Everyone else looked at Li Changsheng in unison, waiting for his decision.

The team leader Liu Shouzhu had a smirk on his face, and he looked eager to try, and the young player Zhang Jintai was also a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers. In addition, the sneak attack last night was too smooth, and his eyes were full of expectations.

Li Changsheng's thoughts changed, to be honest, in his heart, he wanted to just leave.

After all, they obtained important information during their sentry this time, and now he just wanted to hand over the information he had obtained to the general master Zhang Cheng as soon as possible, and he didn't want to make any more troubles.

And as those captive horses ran closer, they could clearly see their number, which was the same as what Li Changsheng saw in the binoculars, there were really as many as 57 elite captive thieves.

This time, the team led by Li Changsheng had killed five brothers, seven others were seriously injured, and some were lightly wounded. Now there are less than a hundred people who are really capable of fighting. He glanced around roughly, That's about eighty people.

In terms of numbers, it is true that our side has the advantage. With both sides fighting recklessly, our side's chances of winning are not low, not to mention that there is not far ahead, and there is still a sentry of elite cavalry, who can return to help at any time.

However, the ones who came opposite were the elites of the captive cavalry, they were not comparable to the ordinary Tartar vests, even though they had the advantage in numbers, Li Changsheng still felt uncertain.

He turned his head to look at the seriously injured brothers in the team, how could he give up on these brothers?
But if he led them to run away on horseback, ran wildly, if he jolted and injured his wounds, he was afraid that few of them would be able to survive when they returned to the barracks.

Although for the sake of safety, half of the wounded were escorted by Zuo Qinghe and the right post, but there were still many seriously injured brothers in his post.

What's more, the captives on the opposite side also have more than one horse. If they run away with their horses, their backs will inevitably be exposed to the enemy, which is equivalent to being slaughtered by others, which is really too dangerous.

At that time, the opponent can shoot arrows from a distance, or throw weapons such as rotary knives and broadswords when they are close, and their lives will no longer be controlled by themselves. I am afraid that few will survive by then, and they are still very useless die.

At this moment, Li Changsheng made a decision.

He raised his head and laughed loudly, pointing at the Qing army captives who were rushing towards him, he shouted contemptuously: "There are only a few dozen Tartars, how can I be afraid of them if I declare the North Army?

Brothers, grab the guy and let me fuck the fuck to death! "

"Damn it..."

Following Zhang Jintai's slightly immature roar, the Yebushu people beside Li Changsheng also screamed strangely in unison.

They waved all kinds of weapons in their hands together. Wan Guangjin had replaced his cavalry weapon with a long sword at this moment, while Liu Shouzhu hit his shield with his iron hammer, and everyone was in high spirits.

They are the night fighters in the Xuanbei Army, they are lions who have experienced many battles, there is no reason to be afraid of those hateful Tartar soldiers.

Li Changsheng quickly ordered two light cavalry to bring three horses each, and quickly catch up with Zuo Qinghe's team in front, and if it was safe there, he asked him to bring a team back for reinforcements.

Then he gave orders to everyone: "Smoke Gun, Blacksmith, Locker, wait for a few people to stay here and protect our wounded brothers. Everyone else, follow me!"

"Change all the horses, check the pistols, check the crossbow arrows, and prepare to fight!"

The crowd immediately moved into action, changing to their own horses one after another, and gathered the tired horses together, and made a simple protection around the outside with harnesses and captured Tartar weapons.

According to Li Changsheng's arrangement, Yan Qiang and other five capable Ye Bu Shou stayed behind, and they formed an inner circle with the remaining horses to protect those injured Ye Bu Shou brothers and the bodies of those killed brothers.

The remaining 83 people followed him to fight against the Tartars. Zhang Jintai also mixed in the team with an excited face, but Li Changsheng didn't care about it now.

Almost every one of them pulled out the short pistols on the saddle bridge holster, and carefully inspected them, checking the condition of the flint, the condition of the lead, and whether the gunpowder would leak out, etc.

When fighting at close quarters, the Xuanbei Army's short pistol is an extremely sharp weapon on the battlefield.

Due to the excellent workmanship and the addition of finely proportioned black gunpowder, the Xuanbei Army's short pistol can easily break through multiple layers of heavy armor at a distance of twenty steps.

This time is different from the battle in the forest last night. This is not the kind of assassination and sneak attack. You need to hide your tracks to avoid attracting more enemies. Naturally, the Xuanbei Army will not give up their strengths and have to use bows and crossbows .

Moreover, because the Xuanbei Army's short-hand gun uses a flintlock structure, it is also very convenient to fire. In this kind of face-to-face combat, you can pull out the fire at any time, and it is indeed a sharp weapon in close combat.

The Ye Bu Shou from the Huwei Battalion of the Xuanbei Army who sent out sentry all had three or four pistols, more equipment than the cavalry and heavy cavalry in the cavalry camp.

Moreover, the paper tubes used by the Xuanbei Army to hold sub-powders have a slightly larger caliber. Although it takes more effort to stuff the paper tubes with projectiles into the gun barrel, it also makes the projectiles and gunpowder tightly packed into the gun barrel. , will not leak out due to the downward muzzle or the jolting of the horse.

All of them are proficient in using flintlock short pistols, and in just a moment, they checked them one by one, and reinserted their short pistols back into the holsters.

Someone also found that something was wrong, took out the cleaning rod, and re-tamped the ammunition inside.

Soon everyone was ready, all holding a gun in one hand and their own weapon in the other, with a fierce look in their eyes.

(End of this chapter)