At nearly noon, people stopped for lunch and were waiting for the next Jurchens to come to hand over, and the other party was always late.

It is said to be lunch, but it is actually a mixed grain cake. It is kneaded and steamed with coarse grains from sorghum and other crops. It can be left for a long time without deteriorating. Even when the weather is warm, this kind of cake is quite difficult to chew. In this weather, the cake in your hand is not much different from the iron block. Every bite is chewed. It is a desperate battle between the muscles of the cheeks, teeth and hard cake blocks.

Many people eat a bite of cake and pickled vegetables, most of which are pickled radish strips. Radishes are very common in summer and are cut into long strips to pickle. Like sauerkraut, they are a necessity for spending the long winter.

Cao Zhenyan's lunch quality was much better. He brought a few big meat buns with warm water from the water bag to drink.

The water is burned in the morning, and it is placed in the cowhide water bag and then hidden in your arms. Even by noon, it will almost turn into cold water.

"Zhang Jing!"

A Baoyi, who was standing in front of the abandoned ridge, screamed suddenly.

Cao Zhenyan knew something was wrong, so he swallowed the last mouthful and rode his horse forward.

The skinny and thin coated face was deformed with excitement. He pointed to the front and said, "There is a Ming army, which seems to be the Ming army's whistle cavalry."

"Fuck, let me encounter this?" Cao Zhenyan was shocked and he was a little disbelief.

The Ming army has been quite honest in the past two months. The whistle cavalry battle that used to be fought had already stopped. After all, the morale of the Ming army fell sharply after Liu He's defeat. In addition, the visiting generals with a large number of servants led their troops to evacuate one after another. The generals of Liao Town were not strong enough. Before the servants were trained, the majority of the soldiers were new soldiers. Thank God, they could defend their current territory and there was no possibility of taking the initiative to attack.

When Cao Zhenyan was transferred, he was not worried about the Ming army at all. In comparison, he was more worried about the Hutchison soldiers of Thirteen Mountains.

If a person who attacked Hutchison again killed him, he could certainly surrender again, and he would definitely be able to identify his identity again. However, it would be difficult to return to the 14th Prince's Mansion in the future, and it would be difficult to gain trust. He might not be able to pass Li Yongfang's level.

As for the attack of the Ming army, I really never thought about it...

"There are not many enemy cavalrymen." More than a dozen other horse-riding hunches also rushed over, and some people were eager to try: "Zhang Jing, the other party has only thirty or forty cavalry. Let's go forward to fight?"

"Of course we have to fight. First shoot the arrows, then hit the target." Cao Zhenyan said: "If you encounter an enemy, retreat. None of our team can survive."

Everyone was shocked and remembered the cruel military laws of the Eight Banners.

Cao Zhenyan took the lead and divided the thirteen men under his command into two wings. More than thirty-footed coats were arranged in a square formation, hiking forward to face and cover the possible retreating cavalry.

This team of Han people, Baoyi, is actually the Han army. They have a lot of combat experience. A few veterans who participated in the Battle of Sarhu like Li Mingli. They were captured and stayed in the Eight Banners at that time. They were first privately owned by various Han generals and became their private parts. Later, they became the Han army under their jurisdiction. They were then carried down and then became Baoyi because Wugu became Baoyi. Fortunately, they were good at fighting and were quite subdued, and they were proved reliable and credible. Therefore, they survived even in the terrible massacre of the fifth year of the Apocalypse.

In the first year of Tiancong, there should be five or six thousand people in the Han Dynasty. Later, these people, together with the Ming army who surrendered later and the conquered Han people, became the Eight Banners of the Han army. These Han army, who were good at fighting and surrendered early, were more trusted by the Qing court than the Dongjiang soldiers of King Sanshun and the Guanning soldiers of Wu Sangui. By the time Shunzhi became an adult, the Qing court had already chosen concubines from the Eight Banners of the Han army, such as Emperor Kangxi, whose mother was a Han army bannerman.

While attacking, Cao Zhenyan ordered people to shoot arrows, which was the prescribed alarm procedure. After hearing the arrows, the Jurchens around them would move, gather together to prepare to face the enemy, and then report them layer by layer until they decided to dispatch different numbers of troops depending on the size of the Ming army.

From the eve of the past, soldiers from Thirteen Mountains went down the mountain to harass them. Cao Zhenyan knew that the military operation in front of him would probably evolve into a decisive war.

He did not expect any hope for the future of the war. Now the more than 3,000 people in eastern Guangning are almost all composed of flag-dragons and Han people Baoyi and Mongolian cavalry. The Mongols did not expect any combat effectiveness. They were not very serious like the Han people who were enslaved and tamed. In addition, the Han people Baoyi was originally the Han army, and their strength was originally above the Mongols. These Mongolians brought war horses to join, and were incorporated into the left and right wings of Mongolia or under the various banners. Later, they were also the source of military strength for the Eight Mongolians. However, like the outer vassal Mongolia, these Mongolians were never reliable and could not be used as serious soldiers, that is, they were strong when sending messages, sergeant detectives, and cavalry attacked. They started to work hard when looting. In terms of their ability to fight and attack, they were not even as good as the Han army.

The flag manager also has considerable combat effectiveness. Many flag managers also have cotton armor and chain mail, but many flag managers do not have war horses, and they are either young or old. The flag managers in their prime are generally either disabled or have poor martial arts skills, otherwise they would have become arch armor or vests long ago.

There are few soldiers in the war, and only a few dozen white armored people. If they are really attacked from front to back, there is no hope of victory in this war.

But like Cao Zhenyan, the general garrison stationed here, Baduli, did not dare to order the withdrawal of troops. He retreated without fighting. Even if the entire army returned, he would be severely punished. This is the iron military discipline in the law of the Later Jin army and no one can violate it.

Those who retreat without fighting will damage the power of the Great Jin army will be beheaded.

The commander's subordinates who fail to retreat and their subordinates will be killed.

Those who were killed in battle and their subordinates escaped will be killed.

After the arrow was heard, the sound of trumpets was heard. In small camps and abandoned villages, the Later Jin soldiers began to run out of the houses. Many people were lying in armor and immediately ran out after hearing the sound of trumpets. The weapons and bows were placed beside their hands. In an instant, the war horses were tied up, and the flag soldiers were already pulled out of the war horses... Everyone knew that harassment in the past two days was not ordinary. If the Ming army attacked again, it might be a life-and-death battle. At this time, even these armored soldiers who had been through many battles were solemn and nervous. The young flag soldiers who had not experienced many battle formations were excited, while the weak and old flag soldiers were a little frightened and timid.

The Jurchens were also afraid of defeat and death. They were not born as wild beasts. Only qualified soldiers fought bloodyly on the battlefield for a long time and constantly exercised their fighting skills and courage could they slowly grow into terrible soldiers. Knowing that they were outnumbered and were attacked from both sides, not to mention those flag soldiers, even the war soldiers who had been through many battles had a serious expression. I felt that the outcome of this war might be quite bad.

After Cao Zhenyan met him, he realized that his opponent should be quite difficult. Nearly forty Ming cavalry were racing from the abandoned official road. The cherry helmets above their heads were jumping happily as the horses ran. Most of them were wearing iron scale armor, and some were obviously double armor wearing cotton armor and mail.

In his hand, he was a spear and a big sword master with a small amount of iron thalcedar and a long halberd.

The weapons also look very good, shining with splendor.

Cao Zhenyan's mouth was already dry and stuck together, and his whole body was trembling. Even after several wars, he had never fought such a cavalry battle with hard bridges and hard horses, and he had no such experience at all.

The two sides were originally five or six miles apart. When the Han army's coattails rushed forward, the Ming army opposite also came over. However, when they were less than three miles apart, a surprising scene appeared.

The Ming army did not continue to move forward, but stopped on the spot.

He hesitated for about a minute or two, maybe longer or shorter... Cao Zhenyan had no way of making sure that after a brief stop, these Ming helmets and very gorgeously equipped Ming cavalry turned their horses' heads on the spot. The horse's hooves splashed black soil and white snow. The blue gray black and red war horses turned around one after another, carrying the cavalry wearing black and gray armor and the cherry helmets that were as bright as fire on their heads, and fled to the distance.

Cao Zhenyan was dumbfounded and could not believe his eyes.

A coat wearing cotton armor also had the same feeling. He rubbed his eyes and finally confirmed: "Why did you run away like this? We are few people."

The other one looked glad: "Fortunately they ran away, and we were much smaller than them."

Another person continued to say quietly: "Don't you think that such a bad guy who escaped in the face of trouble can beat us, right?"

"That's true." The previous one suddenly realized, and said, "It's such a bad guy to flee without fighting. Such a person will never beat us."

A Baoyi was quite angry: "What's going on? Now the cavalry of the Ming Dynasty is like this?"

This man was originally a cavalryman in Liao Town, and was injured and captured when he was captured. However, a few years later, the so-called Ming Dynasty was a habitual name. People who really thought about their homeland either died or fled to Guanmen or Dongjiang, and it was impossible for them to stay on the side of the Later Jin Dynasty to serve.

Cao Zhenyan pondered: "It may be a new battalion. I heard that there were many iron cavalry camps built there, and they should be all new recruits, unlikely they were Need Dings of the general."

No one present would refute the judgment of this master Zhang Jing. It was not only his identity, but also based on reality. If it were the general Needing, he would probably still be in a hard battle and would be unlikely to turn his head and run away directly.

The sound of horse hooves gradually came from behind. A Jurchen Niu Luezhen came with dozens of armored soldiers and rode over. He could only see the messy horse hooves spreading all the way to the distance.

"I've really just ran away like that, or is the iron cavalry with bright armor?"

Niu Lue, who was rude and handsome, couldn't believe it at first, but then when he saw the messy horse hooves, he believed that the fact that what was in front of him was an irrefutable fact.
Chapter completed!