There was only a faint glance left on the horizon. It was about to get dark. Wu Mu couldn't help but squeeze the horse's belly. The sharp spurs made the war horse neigh under his crotch, and the manpower rose up. Fortunately, Wu Mu was skilled in bowing and horses, tightly clamping the war horse's belly with his legs, bent down and tightly grasped it, and held the reins tightly. The war horse immediately stopped.

"This slutty man has good riding skills." A guy wearing cotton armor and a red cloak muttered behind him.

"Wu Xing, what are you talking about?" Wu Mu asked in skillful Chinese.

Wu Xing was stunned. He didn't expect Wu Mu to be so proficient in Chinese. He smiled: "Bizhi said that there are thorns and shrubs everywhere on this Zhuji Mountain. I'm afraid it's inconvenient to ride a horse. When you reach the foot of the mountain, you'll get off the horse."

Wu Mu clearly heard Wu Xing's words just now, but he was not annoyed at all. The reason was very simple. This Wu Xing was one of the few good players in the governor's camp. He was the elite who didn't charge him at night and had two general salary. He was also a native of Laizhou. Wu Mu was very familiar with him.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the group of people had arrived at the foot of the mountain. Sure enough, the mountain was covered with low trees and thorns, and the snow a few days ago also covered the road to the mountain. Although the northeast side of the mountain was smooth, there were snow nests everywhere. Not to mention horses, even people would easily have problems.

"Leave ten people to guard the horses, and the rest bring all their weapons and equipment, and go up the mountain with me." Wu Mu shouted loudly.

"Wu Xing, you are familiar with this place, and you are the scout and lead the way ahead." Wu Mu ordered Wu Xing.

Wu Xing nodded, carried a bent bow and arrow bag, held a machete, and walked in the front. It could be seen that he was very familiar with this place, easily avoiding snow nests and valleys, and found a road to the top of the mountain in the dense forest. Twilight gradually approached, and the sky was already in the lead color. However, Wu Xing's hands and feet were extremely fast, and the ridge line was right in front of him. Wu Mu was overjoyed. He originally wanted someone to spread the flag, but Wu Xing shouted in a low voice: "Master Wu Mu, there are people on the other side of the mountain!"

Wu Mu whistled, and all the people who went up the mountain stopped and squatted on the ground. Wu Mu listened carefully and heard the sound of people talking softly. He praised: "What an alert person!"

Wu Xing smiled and said, "We are hunters, and we are best at hunting foxes."

Wu Mu patted Wu Xing on the shoulder and said, "You go up the mountain with me and see the situation first."

As he said that, five or six cats got into the bushes on the ridgeline and lay behind the stone to look at the other side of the mountain. Behind the mountain, you could see torches and occasionally shouting and scolding. With the firelight, you could see at least three or four hundred people, and there were a large group of horses at the foot of the mountain.

The group of people gathered in a gentle valley below the ridgeline and began to set up tents. They were obviously just climbing the mountain and wanted to find a place to shelter from the wind. Wu Mu smiled and said, "The opportunity is good. Let's start with a fire with a musket and then rush. Under the night, the thieves will be in chaos."

"No." Wu Xing whispered, and he then explained: "This wind blows to the Donglu. If you use a musket, Donglu may be able to smell the ignition of the fuse, which will be exposed in vain."

Wu Mu smiled, took a musket from his subordinates, placed it in front of Wu Xing, and took advantage of the afterglow of the sunset to show the flintlock machine on the musket. He proudly patted the body of the gun and said, "This is a flintlock rifle, no flint, just take a look."

Wu Xing wiped his mouth enviously. He knew the benefits of this kind of self-generated musket. Seeing Wu Mu sending his men to greet people climbing the mountain, Wu Xing said, "Don't do it now, I'm waiting for half an hour."

"Wait for another half an hour and the sky will be completely dark!" Wu Mu roared in a low voice. Not only did it mean that darkness was not conducive to war, Li Mingxun's military order required that the dusty mountain be seized before darkness.

Wu Xing pointed to the gray area behind the ridgeline and said, "Mr. Wu Mu, it's dark and I can't see clearly. The rash attack by the gunman is probably going to fail. It's better to bring the sky dark. The enemy will definitely ignite a bonfire. We will use muskets to shoot the Donglu who is sitting in front of the fire. Isn't that happy? Many of them are killed. The thieves are in chaos. We can still rush on, not only to capture and kill the thieves, but also to capture those good horses."

Wumu looked at the groups of war horses at the foot of the mountain and nodded. For the club that lacked horses, those hundreds of war horses were a great harvest.

Wu Mu immediately told everyone not to speak and wait quietly. The sound of the enemy cooking came from the foot of the mountain. Soon, the fragrance came. Wu Xing touched Gululu's stomach, took out a piece of frozen cake and stuffed it into his mouth, and asked again: "Can Lord Wu Mu eat some?"

"I don't know, wouldn't it be nice to kill these Mongolian Tartars in a while, eat their stewed meat and drink their mutton soup?" Wu Mu said cheerfully.

Wu Xing bit the dry cake and asked, "How do you know that these groups are Mongolian Tartars? Do you think they are Mongolians who eat mutton?"

Wu Mu smiled, pointed to the corner of the crowd, and said, "Look at the look of that shit, you will know it's a Mongolian."

Wu Xing glanced at it and saw someone squatting on the ground to shit down the south, but he didn't see anything. Wu Mu explained: "There are no more mosquitoes outside the border than you Ming Dynasty. If you shit out, you have to shake your body if you shit out, otherwise your butt will be covered. Over time, people outside the border will develop the habit of shit and shook their butts. This must be the Mongolian Tartars."

As the two were talking, it was completely dark. The Mongolians lit the bonfires and complained while cooking fires. Most of Wumu's subordinates arrived. Most of the guards were holding flintlock guns, and the others were holding bows and arrows. Wumu looked around and felt that it was almost done. Wuxing was amazed. This time, more than 30 people came from his subordinates, but because they couldn't see clearly for many nights (night blindness), most of them did not go up the mountain, while Wumu's subordinates all had their eyes wide open, as if they couldn't see clearly.

Wu Xing naturally didn't know that the club soldiers and horses mainly came from Guangdong and Guangxi, Taiwan's Cooked Fan and Donghai Jurchen. Among the recipes of these people, fish and meat are the staple foods, so naturally there are few people with night blindness.

Wu Mu patted Wu Xing's dazed head, pointed to the fifty or sixty people on his left and said, "Wu Xing, you are familiar with the terrain. When you shoot in a round, you will lead the left wing people to kill, and I will lead the rest."

The martial arts army fought a thousand times and went to the left wing. An old soldier in the guard complained: "Sir, the terrain on the left is simple, and it is easier to go down the mountain to control the horses. How can these Ming people do such a good thing?"

Wu Mu grinned and said, "I don't want to step on a human shit. If you want, you can follow me."

Crazy.

As hundreds of flintlock guns were laid flat, the Mongolians seemed to notice something was wrong, and seemed to look at them. Suddenly, a row of orange flames lit up on the ridge line. Then the gunshots came, and the Mongolians next to the fire fell to the ground instantly. Some people's heads were smashed, while others were broken.

After the gunfire, the horn sounded, and the soldiers who were scattered with courage were drawn out of their swords and rushed down the ridgeline.

The Mongols immediately fell into chaos, and the sound of killing and muskets made Amen extremely frightened. With the light of fire, they vaguely saw countless black shadows rushing down from the top of the mountain, with their swords shaking and extremely scary.

There was no one in the crowd who shouted, and the Mongolians fled in scattered all over the place. Wu Mumai took great strides to chase and slashed, and slashed seven or eight people in the process of going down the mountain. The Mongolians ran down the mountain and ran around. The people led by Wuxing took advantage of the chaos to steal war horses, slashed and killed, and harvested life like mowing grass. The sound of horse hooves and shouts were intertwined. If it weren't for the clouds covering the moon, there would be few Mongolians who could have run back alive.

The next morning, when Li Mingxun and Zeng Ying climbed Duji Mountain, the battle was completely explained. The soldiers were cleaning the battlefield. There were at least eighty bodies on the ground, and more died on the way down the mountain and at the foot of the mountain.

"Master, Governor, this is the leader of the thief slave. An Aralezhen from the Eight Banners Mongolian had his head broken by a musket, leaving only this armor." Wu Mu threw the armor covered with flesh and blood in front of Li Mingxun and said.

Li Mingxun patted his shoulder and said, "Very good, Umu, go and distribute the horses to the Qilimi and Soren soldiers in the army, gather them together, and prepare the enemy to rush over the mountain."

"Chongshan? Lord Li, do you think the Donglu will fight back?" Zeng Ying asked in confusion.

Li Mingxun focused his attention and said, "That's right, the deputy commander of Donglu Turge is skilled in the battle array. He will definitely not sit by and watch us occupy this Duji Mountain. They may rush to the mountain, so we must concentrate the cavalry and hide it in the woods on the south side of Shanxi. Once the enemy rushes, we can attack the enemy sideways and curb the enemy's offensive. Of course, when Donglu sees us mobilizing cavalry on a large scale, he may give up, and that is better for us, so that we have more time to set up the battlefield."

"Then how do you think this battle should be arranged?" Zeng Ying asked for advice.

Li Mingxun handed Zeng Ying a telescope and said, "Sir, we are on Boji Mountain, facing the southwest Laizhou Prefecture. Boji Mountain is about three miles northwest, which is the coastal reef area. The southeast is an open area, and the Duji Mountain on the side of the enemy is steep and difficult. I think it is better to attack on both sides. The enemy has sufficient horsepower. We should defend first. Your battalion has the most cavalry, so we will temporarily place it on the mountain as a central army and a reserve team. Wendeng and Jimo Second Battalion launch the defense of the car camp in the northwest direction. The southeast is handed over to us. I will place the artillery battalion on Boji Mountain to facilitate support for the battlefields on both sides."

Zeng Ying observed the battlefield according to Li Mingxun's arrangement. It was easy to say that the northwest side was not wide, and there were many huge rocks. The front line on the southeast side where Li Mingxun was responsible for was too wide. It was a farmland, extremely open, and it was also the focus of the attack of the Donglu.

"Mingxun, you are carrying the burden on yourself." Wang Chengen suddenly said. He choked a lot when he spoke, but he also got closer.

Li Mingxun laughed: "Governor, military supervisor, how can those who are capable work hard?"

When Li Mingxun said this, he felt a little dissatisfied. The Ming army's strength was too weak, and letting them take on heavy burdens would be a way to die.

Zeng Ying saw Li Mingxun’s thoughts at a glance. He said solemnly: “We will lead the troops of Denglai. If there is any loss of the front line, don’t say that the general is beheaded, I will also apologize with my life!”

Laizhou City.

After receiving the news of the loss of Boji Mountain, Turge personally killed the Mongolian soldiers who fled back, and vented his anger a little. He did not expect that the Denglai army not only dared to take the initiative, but also dared to come to the wilderness northwest of Laizhou City. However, Turge did not rashly send troops. How complicated the army was to go to the expedition. A ditch could ruin hundreds of troops. After dawn, after confirming that the size of the Ming army was only more than 10,000, Turge finally ordered the attack.

The Eight Banners Army troops were wearing armor and boarding horses. The spear, bow, arrow, fire, and armor collided with the armor and leaves. The sound of gold and stone continued. The lamas who followed the army also praised the Buddhist scriptures loudly. For a moment, the army was majestic. In the city of Laizhou, the people who endured humiliation and survived were even more scared when they saw this scene, and faintly cried from all households.

Attacking from the east gate of Laizhou City, the Eight Banners soldiers and horses advanced in a column. The Mongols were in front, Turge was in the middle of the army, and the infantry and heavy artillery of the Han army flag fell. Judging from the array, Turge had no intention of raiding and wanted to fight a battle with dignity.

Boji Mountain is not far from Laizhou City. Less than an hour after the army left the city, the vanguard had already contacted it. In the morning, Turg's army set up camp less than three miles from Boji Mountain.

"Master, Boji Mountain is the enemy's central army, the Ming army governor is on the top, and there are heavy artillery. The left wing is located near the sea and is the second battalion of Dengzhou, with the chariot camp as the array, and the right wing infantry array is the Dongfan Island barbarians, with cavalry and artillery mixed in." Jialazhangjing, as the vanguard, reported to Turge.

Turge looked at it, and hit his whip and said, "I don't know if this Ziming Army can hold on to this point, I don't know if it's courageous or stupid, or if it's better to give it a try. Who would like to go?"

The generals under his command asked for battle one after another. Turge looked around and pointed at the two of them, saying, "He Luohui, Zu Zerun, you two lead cavalry to test the truth."

The two left the line and received the order, while Turge turned over and said, "I want to try this governor of the Ming Kingdom myself."

Turge and Zu Zerun have mentioned it. Not to mention that He Luo would be a genuine Manchu man, but now he is carrying the Mongolian Zhenglan Banner. The reason is that during the establishment of the Eight Banners Mongolian and the Eight Banners Han Army, Huang Taiji used them to suppress the disobedient people of the Manchu Eight Banners, but also distrusts the Han and Mongolian Eight Banners. The Han and Mongolian Eight Banners all went through a slow expansion process. When they were finally established as the Eight Banners, many Gushan Ezhen were held by Manchus. For example, five of the first batch of Eight Banners Mongolian Gushan Ezhen were Manchus.

Zu Zerun checked more than a thousand cavalry from this point, and rode his horse away like the right wing. At this time, the north wind was strong, and the strong wind raised the dust and grass on the ground. The whole sky was gray-yellow, and the eyes were full of bleakness. Zu Zerun looked at the wind direction and shouted: "My sons, follow me to kill the island barbarians, everyone will be rewarded!"
Chapter completed!