Bah! What a rebellious king! But Minggou's rebel general, he just came to Liaodong and became the old people. Zhang Qinglin cursed secretly in his heart. Of course, he dared not curse in front of Kong Youde. After all, Kong Youde was the Han prince who was conferred when Huang Taiji became emperor last year. When he heard his swearing, he deserved it. Although Zhang Qinglin regarded himself as a Jurchen, he was wrong. Now he was a Manchu, but his real identity was still the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty, and the Manchus regarded them as slaves. And the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty, like the Sanshun King, even had the right to kill Manchus who violated military discipline. What was the point of killing a slave of the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty?

There was a sound of horse hooves coming from the snow in the distance, and a team of cavalry galloped over and stopped in front of Wuzhenchao's camp.

"Submissive Prince! Master Beile asked you to move faster. You must arrive at Guihua City before noon tomorrow!" The leader of the knight turned over and dismounted and bowed in front of Kong Youde.

Logically, a little savage was bowed and bowed when he saw the prince, but the knight was a Manchu Eight Banners, and it was already very worthy of being able to dismount and bow to Kong Youde.

Kong Youde respectfully bowed his fists and returned the salute: "Please go back and tell Mr. Beile that the servants will travel overnight and will definitely arrive in Zhihua before noon tomorrow!"

The knight turned his head and saw the cannon carts and red cannons that were flipped on the snow. His face changed drastically. He pointed at Kong Youde with a horse whip disrespectfully: "Prince Congratulations, please explain, what's going on?"

Kong Youde quickly bent down and bowed in compliment, "This adult, all the Ahas on the slave side accidentally overturned them. Please rest assured, I will let Ahas and others handle this matter well."

The knight sneered: "Hmph! Congratulations to the prince, don't be a prince, if you delay the big matter, Master Beile can chop your head!"

"Please rest assured, I can't delay it!" Kong Youde bent his waist so that his head was almost hanging to the ground.

The knight snorted and rode his horse away.

Kong Youde took off his lightning rod helmet and reached out to wipe his bare head. Although it was a cold weather, cold sweat had already oozed out of his head. He knew that his prince was actually not as high as those of Beile. Although Dorgon was defeated in Mongolia and was stripped of Lord Beile, he returned from the Korean war and restored Lord Beile because of his merits. If he made great contributions to Mongolia this time, Dorgon would soon become a prince. He was the prince of the Manchu Eight Banners and the royal prince, and his status was much higher than that of his kings of the Eight Banners of Han.

"You dog slaves! Have you seen it? If the master is angry, don't even think about keeping your head!" Kong Youde turned his head and shouted at the Wu Zhenchao Ha soldiers and Baoyi Aha.

Dozens of Aha came up, and everyone worked together to finally lift the red cannon that was overturned in the snow and put it back on the cart.

The whip in the hands of Wu Zhenchao and Tianyou soldiers of the Han Eight Banners were waving, and they were often whipped when they were pushing the cannon cart.

"Go up all! Just push this slope!" Kong Youdela shouted in a loud voice.

"Zhe!" The Han Eight Banners soldiers responded.

A large group of the Eight Banners soldiers of the Han Dynasty also joined the ranks of cannon pushing cars. Zhang Qinglin, who had always regarded himself as a crowd in his heart, also pushed the cart with others.

It's really heavy! The snow is slippery and it's really hard to go uphill. Zhang Qinglin pushed the cart out of breath and said in his heart.

"You servants, you guys come down to push the cart! Are you still riding on the horse?" Kong Youde rushed over, pointing the horse whip in his hand at several Han Eight Banners officers riding horses and shouting.

"Zhe!" The officers of the Eight Banners of Han turned over and dismounted, knelt on the snow and beat a thousand yuan, and then joined the ranks of pushing carts.

The Ahas, wearing ragged cotton jackets, and the officers and soldiers of the Han Eight Banners who were wearing neat armor, shouted "Hi Yo Hi Yo" labor horns, panting, pushing the Red Cannon to climb up the hillside. The horses pulling the cart in front were so tired that they gasped heavily, and they also sniffed from time to time. The Red Cannon moved towards the top of the slope little by little, leaving two deep traces on the snow.

Even if the Han Eight Banners soldiers were helping to push the cart, the Ahas did not dare to relax their nerves, because Kong Youde followed behind with his own soldiers, and each soldier was holding a knife in his hand. If he was negligent, it would not be a whip, but a knife that fell on his body.

In the distance, a team of cavalry covered in white helmets and white armor, wearing white cloaks, and even the horses were covered in white cloth, galloping past. The cavalry found the movement in the distance, stopped, and the leader picked up the thousand-mile mirror and looked at the side of the Wuzhenchao camp of the Qing army.

"It's Jiannu's firearm camp!" The man holding the Qianli Mirror looked around for a moment, and then handed the Qianli Mirror to another person beside him.

This team of cavalry was Li Guodong's Ye Bus Squad, and the one who led his brother-in-law He Xing. He Xing had just roughly calculated the number of Qing soldiers and artillery numbers, and handed the Qianli Mirror to the deputy captain Zhou Tao.

Zhou Tao took the Qianli Miles and looked at the opposite side for a while, silently counting the number of opponents, the number of horses, and the number of artillery in his heart.

"Old Zhou, have you counted it? Please give it to me if you count it." Zhao Wu asked anxiously.

"Okay," Zhou Tao handed the Qianli Jing to Zhao Wu, "You count too."

Zhao Wu took the Qianli Jing and observed for a moment.

Finally, the captain He Xing and the two deputy captains wrote the numbers on the note and took them out to compare them.

He Xing looked at the notes of the other two and smiled and said, "It's almost the same. There are about 5,000 fake Tartar soldiers of the Eight Banners of Han, 2,000 coat slaves, 6,000 horses, and more than 1,000 vehicles of various types. Among them, there are 30 red barbarian cannons, 50 general cannons, 100 Folang machines, and 200 field cannons! There are 3,000 musket soldiers, and the Tartars' firearms camp is really powerful."

About an hour later, Li Guodong, who led a large army to hide in the tiger ditch, thirty miles away, received information that he would not receive and send it back at night.

"The Jiannu's firearm battalion is quite powerful. We have to destroy the Jiannu's red cannons, otherwise the naturalized city wall would not be able to withstand the shelling," Li Guodong gestured on the map. "The Jiannu's firearm battalion is still more than 80 miles away from naturalization. They rushed to the night, probably just to be able to arrive before noon tomorrow. We can't let them succeed, at least we have to destroy the red cannons. As for the other small cannons, I believe my second brother has a way to deal with it."

He Xing said: "The Jiannu firearm is powerful, and our army's artillery is not convenient for maneuvering. If we use cavalry to rush Jiannu's firearm camp, our army will probably suffer a lot. After all, Jiannu's firearm camp is no better than the Ming Dynasty firearm camp."

The same bird guns, the Qing army's bird guns can be used with confidence, the Koreans' bird guns can be used with confidence, and Zheng Zhilong's bird guns can also be used with confidence, but the bird guns of the Ming Shenji Camp have to worry about blowing up the chamber and hurting themselves when firing the guns, and they don't know whether it is used to kill people or kill themselves. Moreover, the Qing army's bird gun players can put their opponents very close to them before firing. Unlike the Ming army, they fired guns from a distance. If Li Guodong directly attacked the Wuzhenchaoha camp of the Qing army with heavy cavalry, his side would inevitably suffer heavy losses.

Zhou Tao said: "But we can't watch Jiannu send the Red Barbarian cannons to naturalization."

Li Guodong stood up and said, "He Xing, Zhou Tao, Zhao Wu, you three will take you all night and don't accept it. I want to go there in person to check the terrain."

"No!" the three of them stood up and said.

Li Guodong personally took a hundred elite soldiers and set off at night and headed to the front of the necessary road to the Wuzhenchaoha camp of the Qing army to check the terrain. He had to carefully choose an ambush site, which could not only better eliminate the enemy, but also reduce his own losses as much as possible.
Chapter completed!