"Brothers, work harder, catch up with Marshal Fu tonight and drive the Tartars to Dianchi Lake to feed the turtles," Gaoleshan shouted at his team.

"I know, third brother, if this cannon wasn't too heavy, we would have entered Yunnan City long ago. When will our man be behind others?" The brother who pulled the horse replied loudly. Several Pingnan soldiers in the same outfit pushed the horse's butts hard, hoping to reduce the burden on the pack horse.

The battle was so smooth that the Puding line was swept in more than ten days, and the army was invincible everywhere. The Han army continued to turn against each other along the way, making Gaoleshan, a small company commander before the expedition, become the regiment commander in a blink of an eye. Although the main force under his command was still the same company, the number of people was too large and the team looked majestic. These local soldiers were less combat-effective because of their little training. When walking on the mountain road, they were all alive, far stronger than the Pingnan Army.

Unexpectedly, Gao Lao San also had a time to turn luck. Gao Leshan looked at the high-spirited army and was full of confidence. Two years ago, he was still a dock carrying a large bag, worried about food and clothing every day, and his life was numb. When he was tired, he chewed a piece of leaves, thirsty, and drank a bowl of cold water. One day he fell down, and there was no chance to get up again. Wrapped in a sack and make a river float, which was the final end of his life. Just when he thought he would spend his life like this, fate suddenly turned around, and the dock gradually became busy, and novel goods from the north rolled from the river every day. With more goods, fewer people were moving, and the wages slowly went up. Gao Lao San, who had tips in his pocket, worked harder and planned to save some more days, so he went back to the countryside to see if the disaster-stricken land improved, bought a few acres of land and opened a wasteland, and the days were settled.

Unexpectedly, good luck would come, and he could not stop it. When he was loading and unloading the ammunition transported from Peking for the new army, Mu Ying, who was inspected by the river, immediately recruited the army. With his brute strength and good eyes, Gao Laosan soon became famous in the artillery battalion. Every time someone carried a box of artillery shells, he could suddenly carry three boxes of them. When the Pingnan Army was completed, he never dreamed that he would become the company commander. This was a centurion, a high-ranking official who had never been released in his lifetime. The commander Mu Ying personally gave him a big horn called Gaoleshan and the wise Leshan. Gao Laosan has since been famous since then. Sometimes he thought that he would not even believe that he would have such good luck.

The new army is different from the old army. The salary is several times higher than before. This is not the highest. According to the deputy company commander who was transferred from the Zhenbei Army to assist in training, the Zhenbei Army is higher, and there is also the insurance written by Baron Xu Zhichen, the boss of Xu Jibiao No. 1. If you are injured in a war, you will be in charge for your whole life. It is really enviable.

We are content, Gao Laosan thought happily. Compared to the Han army that just surrendered, the Pingnan army is a paradise. I have never heard of having to make money everywhere to respect the superiors when they are in the army without pay. Those Tartars are also dark enough. No wonder the Han army ran back faster than forward when fighting. This is very fair. How do you treat others, and naturally what they will treat you.

"Brother Three, I'm thinking about my sister-in-law who has not passed by the door again." The soldiers saw Gao Laosan falling into deep thought with a smile and asked quips.

"It's nothing, good men, what's that? Why don't a good man take Wu Gou to stabilize the world? It's a matter of being at home all day long?" Gao Laosan replied with a smile, combining the few words taught by the teacher in the army in a perfect manner, which caused the brothers to burst into laughter.

The mountain road was rugged and difficult to walk, so the Pingnan Army was much slower than the old army under Fu Youde. I told the other party that I met by the Baishi River. Mu Ying's Pingnan Army dragged the baggage and advanced slowly, and the team drew a magnificent dragon among the mountains and rivers.

"Hey, that's not the brigade commander Wang? Why is it so neatly done, like the New Year?" Gao Laosan, who was walking in the middle of the team, suddenly recognized the person who leisurely followed the team against the line. More than ten days ago, the scout brigade made its first contribution. The story of Wang Feiyu and his brothers spread throughout the army, and the more they talked, the more they became more and more amazing. The protagonist of the story, Wang Feiyu, was almost as skilled as Kongkonger in the mouth of Storyteller, and was just the only one who could use the sword to fly. Gao Laosan asked Wang Feiyu for martial arts afterwards. Wang Feiyu told him politely that it was just an experience gained from the formation to gain life. In a few years, his body would be better than this skill.

Wang Feiyu wore a brand new dress, greeted his acquaintances, avoiding the short Dian horse, and slowly rubbed past the Gaole Mountain team. After walking for so long, I really don’t know how he kept his clothes neat. Exaggeratedly, when he walked on the mountain road, he was wearing a scholar’s ​​robe, covering his legs and feet, how could he walk fast?

No, Gao Leshan suddenly found that Wang Feiyu's face was a bit abnormally white. Looking carefully, there was already a blue-gray corner of his mouth, which was a sign that the person carrying the big bag was about to fall. He stepped out of the team and greeted him, hugged Wang Feiyu intimately like a good brother who had not seen for a long time, and then said in his ear, "Mush Shuai is not far behind, I will help you."

Wang Feiyu laughed happily and said, "Third brother, go and take me to see Mu Shuai. There is good news."

The two looked at each other tacitly, smiled and walked around everyone, and walked backwards with their arms around. The artillery regiment continued to move forward under the leadership of deputy commander Han Boyue. Occasionally, careful soldiers thought curiously: Who is Commander Wang Captain Gao, who is so intimate? No one noticed that the place where Wang Feiyu walked, there were black sweat stains moistening into the red soil of Yunnan within a few steps. It was blood.

From Qianli's eyes, he saw two capable subordinates walking towards him with laughter. Mu Ying's heart suddenly sank, "No, something happened." Wang Feiyu once volunteered to take his people to Qujing to ambush after the conquering Puding. There must be something wrong when he came back. It seems that the forty or fifty brothers who went to Qujing with him were in trouble. He made a quick decision, and Mu Ying calmly ordered his personal soldiers to set up a large tent for him on the gentle hillside not far from the road, and to study the map here.

"Put the waterproof tent bought from Peking and open the sand table. I want to see what good news Brigade Commander Wang has brought me," Mu Ying said in a happy voice. The soldiers around him were infected by the commander's mood and became busy with smiles.

As soon as he entered the tent, Wang Feiyu could no longer support him. He lay on Gaole Mountain and reported in a low voice: "The Tartars began to massacre the city on the eve of the Eve of the Tartars, killing the Han army and Han men in the city, floating corpses fill the river, and Marshal Fu rushed over after hearing the news."

"What"! Mu Ying almost didn't believe his ears, killed his people, knew that the Mongols were crazy, but he didn't expect that they were so crazy. He was very sure of conquering Yunnan. The small Mongolian court in Yunnan was like a dilapidated temple in disrepair. The beams and pillars had been bitten by insects long ago, and a stone could be knocked down by throwing a stone. However, with years of experience in dealing with the Mongols, he knew that it was this passerby that made the Mongols even more terrible. They knew that they had a few good days, so they had to swallow all the things they could eat into their stomachs. They couldn't defend themselves and would not leave them to others. So Mu Yingcai asked the scouts to sneak into the city, find opportunities to break the door, shorten the time for siege as soon as possible, and reduce the losses of the people.

He never expected that this gave the Mongolians the best reason to kill. Wang Feiyu's next description made everyone in the tent furious.

After hearing that the Han army in Puding rebelled, the Mongolian general Dalima ordered all 40,000 Han troops in Qujing City to be disarmed and returned to the fields. The Han troops in the city were reluctant to buy their lives for the Mongols and were so happy to put down their weapons. The night before yesterday, the Mongolian elite soldiers in Qujing City suddenly attacked and began to massacre the city on the pretext of capturing and killing spies of the Ming Dynasty. No one of the non-Mongolian men who were higher than the wheels were left, and all the children were captured. It is said that they were to be castrated and sold to Mughals and other places as slaves. The people in the city began to

I don't know what happened. It was not until the ugly moment that the Han army, who had escaped from the sword, was reported to death. Wang Feiyu led his scout brothers to capture a city gate with excellent weapons with the support of the unarmed Han army and organized the people to escape. However, the city gate was too small and the people were less than one-tenth of the city. At dawn, the bullets were exhausted and could no longer support him. He was pushed out by his confidant brother to report the news, and he almost watched all his scouts and Han army killed.

Qujing is the throat of Yunnan. There are many merchants coming and going, and the people are rich. The population in the city is less than 200,000, and two-thirds are non-Mongolians. What kind of madman can do such beastly behavior? Mu Ying almost stared at her eyes and gritted her teeth and asked in a low voice: "Does Marshal Fu understand?"

"I met our scouts on the way back, and they had asked them to report the message to Shuai Fu. Even if they didn't report the message, Marshal Fu should have known it. I heard from the scouts that they were almost at the Baishi River. The bodies along the river were enough to tell everything." Wang Feiyu replied in an extremely weak voice. On the way back, he met the scouts who were receiving the response, borrowed several clothes, and rushed back all the way, for fear of affecting the morale of the army, so he did not dare to expose the blood on his body.

"Call the doctor quietly to heal the wounds of Brigade Commander Wang," Mu Ying gave a low order.

"No need, I have used Doctor Chen's medicine bag." I felt that the person in front of me was gradually blurred. Wang Feiyu bit the tip of his tongue, hoping to maintain the last hint of awakening. Before falling down, he said slowly: "Hurry up, Fu Shuairuo is angry and be careful of being deceived by the Tartars."

"Call all the doctors and save him no matter what."! Rush forward and help Gaoleshan support Wang Feiyu, Mu Ying ordered hatefully.

It is easy to get a thousand gold, but it is hard to find a general. Such a general cannot die. Dead brothers, I must avenge you, and my anger is burning in Mu Ying's heart. Almost all the scout brigades are the most agile players in the army. Mu Ying has always regarded the scout brigade as his Yitian sword. Before Yunnan was pacified, the sword edge was broken, so how could he not be sad?

What made him even more anxious was that Fu Youde. As Fu Youde's deputy general, Mu Ying was not easy. According to Zhu Yuanzhang's original intention, the Pingnan Army should be the main force in recapturing Yunnan, and the old army under the command of the ever-winning general Fu Youde was only used as support and guarding. Referring to the proposal before Wu'anguo formed the Zhenbei Army, the national army was divided into three categories: Guards, Field Army and Local Governors. Last year, Zhu Yuanzhang issued an order to change the military system, and had excluded the troops inspecting Sichuan and Shaanxi from the field army. The equipment and supplies of the field army and the local Governors were too different, and the old general was obviously very dissatisfied with this. Generals, including himself, were eager to establish military achievements in this war to prove their strength.

That's why Fu Youde and Mu Ying agreed to a meeting place and take his subordinates away first. If they hear the news of the Mongols massacre, the old general will definitely be angry and order to cross the river. At that time, there will be a death battle in front of the Baishi River, with 100,000 Mongolian elite soldiers against 70,000 Ming soldiers.

Thinking of this, Mu Ying whispered, "Gaoleshan, hurry up and let all the artillery regiments make way out. When other teams pass by, you can go the last one."

"Yes, I got the order." Gao Laosan responded. Although he didn't understand, the military situation was urgent and could not be understood. The Pingnan Army had to give up all the cannons with wheels due to the terrain of Yunnan. The baby cannons made from Peking were much less powerful, so that this cannon could be taken away on the back of the Dianma horse. But now in order to hurry up, the cannons have to be placed behind, which means that they had tied one of their arms before the battle.

"I don't care about so much," Mu Ying thought to himself, "I hope I can still support Marshal Fu." He grabbed a series of orders and passed them on, "The order Liu Mingyuan, except for the firearms, gave up all the supplies and quickly chase Marshal Fu, and would definitely block the Mongols by the Baishi River."

"The command Bai Shiguang to change the route immediately after climbing this hill, and interspersed into the upper reaches of the Baishi River to wait for the order."

"The command of the commander Fang Xiaohou to pick up Shuai Fu. If the coach has made a mistake, he doesn't have to come back to see me."

"Send Su Dapeng..."

With the order of flowing water, the Pingnan Army, which had just marched slowly, immediately ran like a leopard that woke up, and disappeared at the other end of the clouds and the mountain. Only the rolling smoke and dust were left to remind the creatures in the mountains that an army had just walked past.

"It's too late, I'm late." Fu Youde looked at the corpses down the river with resentment, including men, women, old men in their seventies and eighties, and babies under one year old. The blood dyed the river surface several miles wide as red as fire, showing a strange light under the reflection of the sun. There were no boats, no jumping fish, only vultures screaming and hovering in the air.

Even the veteran who was bleeding from the blade had never seen such a miserable scene. For a moment, it seemed as if Yama had moved hell to the earth.

The hundred thousand troops were silent in an instant.

"Cross the river"! I don't know who roared in a hoarse voice, and countless voices responded with tears. The soldiers worked together, cut down trees, and began to roll the rafts crossing the river.

The axes and saws were not enough, and the soldiers began to use steel knives.

There was not enough ropes, and someone started to tear clothes.

Bai Shijiang was burning, but was ignited by anger. In less than an hour, more than three hundred rafts were packed and stopped.

Without the commander's command, the soldiers who were striving to be the pioneer were crowded with rafts. With Fu Youde's order, the raft passed by the blood river.

The first echelon offshore.

The second echelon is on the quadron and prepares for a ladder attack.

The new raft continues to be launched.

...

Darima smiled proudly on the other side, and this is the effect he wanted.

"Raising the shield in the front row, pulling the bow in the back row, shooting at will. Raise your hands with your left and right, ignore the other side and land quickly." Ming Dynasty veteran Wang Bi shouted.

The overwhelming feather arrows shot from the Mongolian army waiting on the shore, and the sunlight dimmed slightly.

"Dang, dang, pounce..." A suffocating sound rang out of the team, which was the sound of feather arrows hitting the target and penetrating the armor.

One after another, the soldiers fell down from the raft and fell into the rolling river water, and the water became even redder.

The shield had an arrow in his hand, and the archer behind him raised the shield for him. The arrow in his hand was a arrow in his hand, and Park Dao hand took over his position. In the rain of arrows, the Ming army flag with the sun and moon signs was unyielding.

Waves of sharp arrows flew over and white feathers were like rain.

One warrior after another fell, the country was as bloody as the setting sun was as picturesque.

One raft after another turned into empty space, drifting through the river of blood in a spiral.

In the setting sun, the war song that once spread throughout the Ming army was yelled out by the men again:

"Why do you say you have no clothes? You are in the same comrade with me.

Wang Yu raised his army and repaired my spear and shared his enemies with his son!

Is it said that I have no clothes? I am the same as my son.

Wang Yu raised his army and repaired my spear and halberd, and worked with me!

Is it true that I have no clothes? I have the same clothes as my son.

Wang Yu raised his troops and cultivated his armor and soldiers, and walked with you!

Is it said that I have no clothes? I am with my son..."

Finally, several rafts climbed the other side along the river. The veteran Wang Bi roared angrily, waved his swords and rushed upstream, and the soldiers who were on the shore followed him.

More than a hundred people, unswervingly facing the tens of thousands of troops.

The Mongolians were shocked. They always looked down on the Han people. In their eyes, the Han people have always been a cowardly image of obedience. Today, they saw the real man.

The feather arrows couldn't help but stagnate, and more rafts leaned on the beach, and there were warriors who had no time to pull out the eagle and quickly rectified the team, following the generals closest to him and rushed towards the enemy.

A group of Mongolian soldiers came to fight, and the young horses in Yunnan became the main force of the Mongolian army. The two sides collided with each other, and the land on both sides was trembling. The Mongolian soldiers were good at strength, but today they found that they were a little ruthless. The person coming from the opposite side was not a human, and they had no vitality in their eyes.

Wang Bi waved his left hand, and the head of the Mongolian centurion whom he caught flew into the sky. His body swung, and he moved away from the attacking blade. The steel knife in his right hand penetrated into the stomach of another opponent. The Ming soldiers who were guarding him on both sides raised swords and guns to block the incoming enemy generals outside the circle.

A Ming warrior was hugged with the Mongolian soldiers. The Mongolian soldiers' weapons pierced his body. The broken arrow in his hand pierced into the left eye of the Mongolian soldiers. Another piece of the arrow was still left in his own shoulder.

Some people kept falling down, but no one retreated. The resolute expression made the Mongolians frightened.

Dalima couldn't believe his eyes. The team of hundreds of people actually hit the Mongolian soldiers like a wall, and rushed straight towards the archers' team without looking back.

The soldiers on both sides are too close to shoot arrows, otherwise their soldiers will fall under the rain of arrows.

"Stupid", Dalima cursed the soldiers on his side and ordered the horn of the attack to sound.

A team of giants appeared in front of Wang Bi, the two swords, and cut over the Mongolian soldiers who were entangled with him. Wang Bi was stunned.

The giants were wearing fancy drawings, and when they walked, they were "ding light" and made a sound. It was obviously a thick iron plate. The people on their side shot them with a Wuhou crossbow. With a "clang", only a white seal was left on it.

Poison arrows shot out from the wooden house on the monster, and a soldier was hit, and the black air instantly covered his eyes.

The monster suddenly showed its might, stretched out its long nose on its head, raised a Mongolian who was approaching it, threw it heavily to the ground, and stepped down with one kick. The soldier was no longer as powerful as a human.

Several Ming soldiers screamed and turned around and fled backward.

The poisonous arrows on the monster stared at them firmly and killed them on the way to escape. The people in the wooden house laughed wildly, waiting for more people to escape so that they could hunt them.

However, reality disappointed him so much.

The remaining Ming soldiers stood close together and never retreated.

"It's the battle elephant of the barbarians." General Jin Chaoxing, covered in blood, pressed tightly against Wang Bi, his voice trembling a little.

"Are you scared?" Wang Bi smiled.

"Just, I, Jin Chaoxing, have never heard of the word "fear" from the age of twenty to forty,"! General Jin laughed.
To be continued...