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

Chapter 179 March of Suffering 2
Hauge was so ashamed and angry that he quietly committed suicide. When people found him in the early morning, his body was already frozen and hard.

A small amount of blood flowed out of the opening on his neck, which was dazzling and set off the cold, unusually smiling face, which turned out to be strangely peaceful.

Jilharang did not cry or grieve. Now that Hauge is free, the dead will not be punished and blamed, and all the blame for this battle will be borne by himself.

But Jierhalang did not choose to take the road of suicide and liberation, because he wanted to take the remaining soldiers out of this mountainous area and return them to the court. This is his responsibility and he dare not shirk it.

He ordered Lao Wang's servants to cremate Lao Wang's body, then put it in a bag and carried it on his back to continue marching.

Now, with empty stomachs and no tea leaves, the horsemeat for several days made everyone's stomachs feel uncomfortably bloated, as if they were about to burst at any moment.

However, every time I squatted on the ground and had diarrhea, not much came out. What used to be water was now blood.

The entire team was moving at a snail's pace. Even the toughest Mongolian horses could no longer hold on without beans and salt, and only relying on a few mouthfuls of hay on the roadside.

They were losing weight very quickly and were staggering when they walked.

On the fifth day, bad news came. The enemy was catching up with them, and they were chasing them very quickly.

Faced with this situation, Jierhalang asked blankly: "I need a thousand brothers to stay in this mountain pass and hold on until the last person to buy time for the army to move forward."

Silently, more than a thousand brothers turned around and headed towards the mountain pass. They had had enough of this kind of mental and physical torture, and they chose to die happily.

Jirhalang didn't say anything, just glanced at them one last time, and then continued crawling with the team.

Behind him, there were shouts of death and explosions.

No one looked back, everyone just kept their heads down and moved forward full and hard.

Another battle report came over, the enemy was chasing us.

Without waiting for Jierhalang's order, a thousand brothers silently left the team and stood here. They had to face many more powerful enemies than they were, and they were well-fed and well-fed.

They knew that they were bound to die, and had almost no ability to fight back. They just hoped that when the enemy saw them, they would stop and reorganize their troops, delaying them even for a quarter of an hour.

Lu Mou's pursuit was also extremely difficult, and the progress was very slow. The reason for the slowness was that the mountain road was too difficult.

His own large army of men and horses, dragging heavy logistic supplies, marched on this narrow and rugged road as slowly as a snail.

The Qing soldiers also knew that they would pursue them and destroy the road from time to time.

It took a lot of time to clean up the piles of soil and rocks that were as frozen as steel on the road.

During the march, there was no large area in the valley for the army to set up tents. The soldiers, including themselves, could only wrap themselves in their cloaks and huddle up on their big black and white bellies to avoid the wind and cold.

Under such circumstances, although the soldiers were able to eat and drink enough, their physical strength was also severely reduced.

Sometimes, looking at the exhausted soldiers, Lu Mou was ready to give up the pursuit many times, because it was really difficult to achieve results recently. However, Zhang Huangyan repeatedly discouraged Lu Mou's kind actions.

"My lord, now it is not a question of harvesting any results, but that we must follow and pursue. Although we cannot engage in battle, we are forcing the Qing army not to stop and let them rest calmly. Our purpose is to use nature to consume the enemy. .”

Lu Mou understands this truth: "I know Ci can't control soldiers, but even this frostbite is all my money. Not only do I feel sorry for the soldiers, but I also feel sorry for the money."

Regarding the theory of the Regent, Zhang Huangyan expressed his deep understanding: "But compared to the results of the war, our gains are huge. As long as one less veteran of the Qing army returns, their military strength will be weaker. And the greater gains, That is, they will spread your fame and glory back to the Manchu Dynasty, making more people fear you, which will have huge psychological benefits for you to fight against them in the future. Think about it, my prince, after this In one battle, your reputation will spread throughout the Qing Dynasty, and they will tremble at the thought of fighting you. Which one is more cost-effective, the suffering of the soldiers in front of them, or spending some pension money on you?"

The cheap dad was obsessed with saving face and almost ruined the country and family. Although he learned his lesson, he was extremely shameless in order to rebirth the Ming Dynasty. But after thinking about his huge reputation in the Ming Dynasty and the Manchu Qing Dynasty after this battle, Lu Mou decided that this time he would show his face.

Money? Didn't you grab it again? Anyway, there are enemies around the house now, so just find someone who is unlucky.

Not long after his pursuit, he discovered a camp where the enemy had lived, and he became more determined to continue the pursuit.

The bonfire had long since burned out and horse bones were scattered everywhere. And more of them were the frozen dead bodies surrounding the ashes of the campfire.

After a little counting, there are nearly a thousand. And there is another phenomenon, that is, these Qing soldiers who died of cold and starvation had all their clothes stripped off by their companions.

This has broken faith, eaten horses, and stripped brothers of their clothes to keep out the cold, which is enough to illustrate the difficulties of the Qing army. As long as you oppress them like this and don't let them have even a day's rest, they will be exhausted to death.

Then the pursuit continued, and a large amount of feces began to appear on the road, and then you could see people falling to death without even having time to lift their pants, and more and more of them were dead.

We arrived at a camp where the enemy had once been, and more enemies froze to death here. On the road ahead, even more enemies were killed. It would be no exaggeration to describe them as being inexhaustible along the way.

Suddenly, news came from the front that there were about a thousand enemies blocking the mountain pass.

Lu Mou ordered to stop advancing, then reorganized the team, and then faced a group of regimental leaders: "This is the enemy's desperate resistance, the purpose is to block our pursuit. Now, I need a thousand death squads, with a desperate spirit, with the fastest speed Speed, open the passage for our large army, who will go? I will reward each soldier with ten silver dollars."

In the blink of an eye, a thousand yellow-belted brothers stood up. After a brief rectification, the soldiers shouted, preparing for a decisive battle for the pass.

However, the thousand Qing soldiers who blocked the attack just watched the large number of Ming troops rushing over. They stood up unsteadily without shouting or counterattacking. After making a symbolic resistance, the Qing army was completely wiped out. Five of the thousand death squads fell into a deep ravine due to excessive charge, but not a single one was injured.

Lu Mou was stunned. Lu Mou felt distressed. He didn't feel sorry for the five soldiers who fell into the deep valley. He thought that he was impulsive and the reward was too much. Ten thousand silver dollars were stuffed into the pockets of these boys in vain.

Next time, if you look for a death squad, one dollar per person will be a lot.

Clear the road and continue the pursuit.

At another mountain pass, he once again encountered more than a thousand enemies blocking the enemy. This time, Lu Mou did not issue any more rewards, but pointed at a regiment commander: "Send a thousand soldiers to charge."

As a result, the results of the battle were the same as before. These thousand Qing troops only delayed me for two hours.

The third blockade appeared, and Lu Mou didn't even pause. He opened the passage while marching.

(End of this chapter)