Traveling through the Ming Dynasty, as soon as you open your eyes, you will die

Chapter 178 March of Suffering 1
After the burning of the joint camp, according to investigation estimates, there were still 40,000 Qing soldiers who retreated along the original road.

However, due to the fire barrier, Lu Mou could only watch the Qing soldiers retreat into the mountain pass, staring at nothing and regretting that he had burned the fire too much and lost the opportunity to take advantage of the situation to cover up the killing.

Zhang Huangyan enlightened: "If it weren't for the prince's ingenious plan and the fire, and the heavy damage to the Qing army, would we have been able to achieve such great results?"

Lu Mou thought about it for a while, and then admitted that in this world, the real unsatisfactory things in life are always eight or nine philosophical questions.

Because there are still more than 40,000 enemies, when chasing the enemy, they dare not let the Qifei cavalry army act alone.

If Qi Fei pursues alone, he may encounter enemy counterattack. In the face of a superior enemy, Qi Fei may suffer a loss. In that case, the entire campaign would not be perfect.

Although I am not like the cheap dad who always pursues the ultimate perfection, there is no need to make regrets on my own.

Besides, infantry marching cannot be without the protection of cavalry.

Fortunately, this is the Daqingshan and Hongshan areas, and the roads are rugged and difficult to travel. Even in later generations, the road to Daqingshan was the most difficult to pass. The enemy's cavalry also couldn't move fast.

In these mountains, there are no herdsmen tribes at all. If the enemy wants to find food, they can only wait to get out of this mountainous area and go to the real grassland to the east.

This is the reason why Lu Mou chose to stop the enemy here at the beginning. He originally hoped to use the Qing troops here to follow up on the supply of food and grass and consume each other with them.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Huangyan, a military genius and one of the Three Heroes of West Lake, came up with a way to force the camp to form an array, and he was able to control the Qing soldiers to death. Coupled with Lu Mou's sudden decision-making, all the links were linked together, causing the Qing army to be defeated in one battle.

In this fierce winter with howling wind, no clothes on the body and no food in the belly. If the Qing army wants to get out of the Daqing Mountains and find subsequent food, it will be an absolutely miserable march.

Hauge fell ill, because this battle was actually done according to his command from beginning to end. As a result, it caused such a big loss and reached such a predicament. It was all his fault.

Suffocated and angry, he fell ill.

Lying on the stretcher, holding Jilharang's hand, Old Hauge burst into tears: "Brother, I thought I would join the army at the age of 15 and follow my father in the north and south without a single defeat. But in the end, I was defeated like this. It's tragic that 80,000 soldiers were wiped out in a fire. It's all my fault."

Jierhalang had no choice but to comfort him: "Brother, don't be like this. Victory and defeat are normal. Let's go back and prepare the army to fight again."

Hauge smiled bitterly: "In this Daqingshan Mountain area, we have been walking for five days with food, food and clothing. We are hungry and cold and exhausted when we return. We don't know how long we will have to walk. You give your brothers a death order. Eat horse meat, life is more important than faith. Eating horse meat is better than eating people."

Jirharang nodded.

In a mountain nest, sheltered from the wind, the army stopped. I really can’t walk anymore, but the war horses are okay, and the Mongolian horses can survive and walk even if they chew a few weeds, but humans can’t. I've been hungry for two days. If I don't eat anymore, I'll be starving.

Jierhalang stood on a high earth platform, facing the soldiers with miserable faces, silent for a while, and then said loudly: "Brothers, do you think we lost this battle unjustly? "

The soldier replied: "It's too unfair. It's all in vain."

"Do you want to fight the Ming army in an upright manner?"

The crowd was excited and shouted loudly: "Think."

"Since we want to fight the Ming army in an upright manner, the premise is that we must survive." Then he looked at the soldiers: "We have no food, we have no cattle and sheep, we can only eat horses."

Now, everyone is not going to do it anymore. Killing horses and eating meat is absolutely not okay.

Jierhalang ignored it and directly ordered: "Bring my BMW here."

The groom felt bad, but the military orders were overwhelming, so he could only bring the BMW over cautiously.

Jierhalang took out the sword from his waist, jumped off the platform, and walked to the front of the BMW.

The groom cried and rushed over, hugging Jierhalang's thigh: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you can't kill the horse."

"Go away."

"Your Majesty, this horse has been with you for many years and saved your country. You can't kill it." "Get away."

"Your Majesty, this horse treats you like a son to its father. It is extremely loyal to you, Your Majesty."

"If you don't get out of here, I'll kill you."

"If you kill me, I won't let you kill the horse. Ah——"

With a scream, the loyal servant's head fell to the ground.

Without looking at him, Jierhalang walked to the war horse. Why didn't the war horse know the owner's purpose? Looking at the master, tears flowed from his jewel-like eyes.

"I'm sorry, I want revenge, so I have to eat you to survive." Then he closed his eyes and slashed with his sword. The horse's head fell to the ground before it could neigh in sorrow.

Then Jilharang ordered his men: "Light a bonfire, peel the skin and roast it."

One of the soldiers couldn't bear to take action, and Jierhalang was furious: "This is a military order. Anyone who disobeys the military order will be killed."

The soldier looked at the loyal servant on the ground, then at the sword in the prince's hand, and finally persisted.

Jierhalang didn't waste any time, swung his sword and killed the soldier. Facing another soldier: "You go."

The soldier trembled and couldn't bear to take action.

Jierhalang was not polite and killed him with one blow.

Facing another soldier: "I remember that you once blocked the bow and arrow for me, and I thank you. But today, if you don't completely crush our Mongolian and Manchu people's belief in not eating horse meat, I must kill you."

The soldier collapsed first: "Your Majesty, I obey your orders."

The bonfire was lit, and the aroma of war horse meat filled the valley. Jilharang took a hard bite of horse meat and shouted to everyone: "This is not a war horse, this is a donkey. Most of the Han people's sauced donkey meat are fakes like this. Dragon meat in the sky, dragon meat on the ground." Horse meat, brothers, eat it. After we have had enough to eat and drink, we can go on our way and out of the Daqing Mountains. Then we can regroup and fight the Han dogs in an upright manner. We will annihilate them and avenge our brothers."

No one responded, everyone was silently eating horse meat.

The nights were getting colder. Although I had some food in my stomach, it was still difficult to resist the severe cold.

At dawn, Jierhalang led the team and set off. Nearly a thousand people died of freezing in the original camp.

No one looked back, everyone could only walk silently.

Bad things happen. Horse meat can be roasted and eaten, but horse meat is cold, coarse, and difficult to digest. Moreover, there are no cooking utensils for cooking, so the roast is half-cooked. There are also no cooking utensils. After eating this horse meat and drinking cold water, the effect is really earth-shattering.

Thirty to forty thousand people fart together. How can you describe the spectacle?
It's still okay to fart, the key is, I still pooped.

This time it was really bad. Confucius said: "A good man cannot stand up to three people." Mencius said: "You are absolutely right."

No man can stand being hungry, cold, and having diarrhea.

The next day, when I woke up in the morning, there were more people dead in the camp.

Not only that, there were people who appeared along the way, and they fell to the ground and died in a blink of an eye.

At the beginning, some people went over to check on the situation, but later, people became numb. When I see someone fall, I just avoid him and continue to move forward arduously.

And a piece of bad news shocked the entire team. At night, the old prince Hauge was so ashamed and angry that he quietly committed suicide.

By the time I discovered it at dawn, it was as cold as a popsicle.

(End of this chapter)