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

Chapter 181

There is the last mountain pass ahead, rush over it, and after walking for a while, you will exit the Daheishan Mountains and enter the Dongmeng area. We must catch up with the enemy and completely annihilate them in this final distance, otherwise this painful march will become meaningless.

However, this mountain pass was densely packed with Qing soldiers.

They didn't build any fortifications, they were the strongest fortifications.

The mental state of this group of Qing soldiers was far beyond Lu Mou's understanding.

Although they are equally unkempt, they are already skinny. But it was as if they had been given ten bowls of chicken blood, their eyes were red, and their cheeks showed a strange blush.

Although their clothes were thin, some of them opened their chests to expose their bony chests to the cold wind, allowing the blazing fire in their chests to dissipate.

This is a group of monsters, this is a group of fierce ghosts. Lu Mou firmly believed that this would be the last battle of this battle.

"Come on, Third Regiment of the Fifth Army, use the fastest time to eliminate them and open the passage."

Three thousand versus one thousand, the advantage is mine.

However, the valley here is narrow, and you can only attack with ten people. No matter how many people you have, it will be of no use, so there is no advantage of having more people.

Ten soldiers went up with five-eyed machine guns and shot at the enemy on the opposite side.

The enemy on the opposite side faced the black muzzle of the gun and did not try to dodge at all. He just raised his bow and arrow. Boom, a gunshot roared in the valley, and whoosh, the bow and arrow on the opposite side also flew out.

Bullets and wolf-fang arrows passed by each other in the middle. The enemies in the front row fell to the ground, and three soldiers in the front were also wounded.

For the rest, rush over and don't give the enemy a chance to shoot arrows again.

The other side didn't have the strength to fire their bows anymore, so everyone started fighting with blood-red eyes.

The brother in the front died in battle, the brother in the back enters. There was no sound of fighting or screams in the narrow mountain pass, only the muffled sound of swords and guns piercing flesh, and only the pop of the five-eyed machine crushing the enemy's head.

The brothers at the two sides continued to follow the brothers in front toward the center of the battlefield to fill the vacancies in front.

The center of the battlefield was already filled with corpses. The corpses of both sides were stacked on top of each other, rising continuously.

To launch an attack again, you need to climb up the high pile of corpses.

However, both sides did not shrink back and were timid. Instead, they risked their lives to replace the dead brothers, climbed up the pile of corpses, and finally rolled down from the pile of corpses.

The final outcome of such a battle is the death of the opponent.

Lu Mou jumped anxiously, and if he continued to be consumed like this, the enemy in front would flee far away.

At this time, a faint voice sounded in his ears: "My lord, don't be impatient, I will go up and kill the enemy." Zhang Huangyan had already finished preparations, holding an eighty-pound Daguan knife in his hand, and walked towards the killing field with steady steps.

He jumped out of the crowd, jumped onto the pile of corpses, faced several Qing soldiers facing the pile of corpses, roared loudly, and swept across with a roar of the Daguan sword, cutting off all the Qing soldiers in one fell swoop. Then the tiger roared: "Brothers, follow me." He jumped directly to the opposite side, and the eighty-jin Daguan knife whizzed and flew, and blood spattered everywhere it went, but there was no one who could catch it.

The brothers who followed closely behind also shouted to fight the enemy bravely.

For two hours, there were a thousand Qing soldiers, but no one survived.

Zhang Huangyan walked back to Lu Mou with a calm expression: "Your Majesty, the passage has been opened and is being cleared. Please continue to advance."

"How many have you killed?"

"About two to three hundred."

"How do you feel?" "No feeling."

Lu Mou gave a thumbs up: "The God of Killing should have this kind of psychological quality. In the future, I will use you as the vanguard to attack tough situations."

"I am a civil servant."

"I'll add you as the commander-in-chief. Now, you are the military commander, and you will be the death squad in future battles."

It took more than an hour to remove the body. When Lu Mou's military governor was pursuing with all his strength and had already seen the tail of the Qing soldiers, he heard the Qing soldiers cheering from the bottom of their hearts because they were reborn.

He saw a vast grassland outside the valley, and on that grassland, there were countless Mongolian supporters cheering. They embraced less than ten thousand brothers who came out of the valley.

Lu Mou stopped, then waved his hand: "Let's go back."

Zhang Huangyan was confused and puzzled, "Why don't we rush out of the valley and completely annihilate this Qing army?"

Lu Mou looked Zhang Huangyan up and down: "Don't you understand, don't chase poor bandits? Even if all the enemies are wiped out in this battle, it will not have any fundamental effect on the overall situation of the Ming and Qing Dynasties. And our army After eight days of pursuit, we are already exhausted, but the supporting enemy on the opposite side is recharging their energy. We fight with them, do you have any chance of winning?"

Zhang Huangyan actually understood. It was just his first time participating in the war and he was eager to make a contribution.

"There are tigers in Mingzhi Mountain, so why do we have to go to Mingzhi Mountain? Are you mentally ill?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Huangyan couldn't stand it at that time.

"Grow your brains, you are still the Three Heroes of West Lake, the God of War. You don't even have this bit of common sense, how can you be worthy of being called the God of War? I don't want to lose my reputation and ruin my reputation for the rest of my life."

Zhang Huang didn't hear anything else clearly, but it was inexplicable that his evaluation was that of a generation of war gods. Just yourself, just like this, can you still be the God of War? Oh, I understand, this is what the regent expects of himself.

He quickly saluted: "Thank you for your encouragement, Your Majesty. I will definitely move towards the goal that Your Majesty expects."

It does not make sense. From now on, I will be more careful when I speak: "Okay, let's stop here. Come here, place more explosives and blow up this mountain pass completely. Let's go back."

Zhu Changxun was shocked: "Your Majesty, if we blow up this mountain pass, how will we attack in the future?"

Lu Mou gave him a sideways glance: "In the face of the Manchu Qing, why don't we save our lives first and then attack? We only have a total of 223,000 soldiers. In a place as big as a palm, how can we compare with the Manchu Qing, which has millions of soldiers and rich territory?" ? If I can make the Manchu and Qing Dynasties dare not be unscrupulous against us, it is already cheating on life. If it explodes, the Qing army will not be able to come over for a while, and then we will go home."

"But, where are the two waiters—"

"I have spent so much, and I can only help here as much as I can. The rest depends on the second lord and Wu Sangui. I give Wu Sangui a military expenditure of one million a year. If he can't even solve the problem of his father and uncle, then Is it still necessary for Guan Ning to exist?"

"But, you only gave him 600,000 this year."

"That's because he only has thirty thousand troops now."

"But, he only has 30,000 troops, how can he help the two ministers?"

"I have ordered that from now on, you shut up. If you say another word, I will take your head." Zhu Changxun immediately became mute.

When we returned to the starting point, it was already nearly half a month.

As soon as we came out of the Dahei Mountain pass, we saw Wu Xiang, the ancestor of Dashou, leading a large number of herdsmen, driving cattle and sheep, happily arriving to work.

The bonfire was lit, and singing and dancing began.

From the herdsmen's cheerful songs and dances, and from the piety in toasting the soldiers who participated in the war, Lu Mou could feel their deep gratitude to himself and to the Ming Dynasty. They have already admitted in their hearts that they are already people of the Ming Dynasty.

(End of this chapter)