I slept peacefully all night. When Lin Qingye got up, the personal soldiers had already prepared the food for him, which was roasted horse meat.

Yesterday, there was a bloody battle. Although Lin Qingye ordered that he should not hurt the horses as much as possible, there were still more than twenty dead horses and more than thirty dead horses who were seriously injured and unable to recover.

Because of the feelings of his horse, most of the cavalry chose to bury him well. However, the Qing army directly slaughtered the meat.

The sweat glands of the horse are distributed throughout the body, resulting in a slight sour taste of the meat, which is not delicious. But in such an era, it is already good to have a stutter in the army. Who cares about what is good or not?

Lin Qingye ate a small piece and drank another bowl of porridge, and asked his personal soldiers to take the rest. He did not have a good appetite today.

Walking out of the house, a cool breeze came over, and Lin Qingye couldn't help but shrink his neck. Because of the light snow yesterday, a thin layer of ice formed on the ground, and it was a little slippery when he stepped on it.

He frowned and turned to the side and asked, "Han Yong hasn't sent anyone back yet?"

Jiang Haozhe shook his head and replied seriously: "Wu Shoujie sent someone to return, saying that when he arrived at the horse camp, Han Guerrilla had been away for more than three hours. General Jin Qian also sent people back, saying that he had successfully taken over the two Qing army camps, Niu Mao and Ma Camp, and found a lot of food and grass. However, Han Guerrilla had never sent anyone back. It must have been delayed by something!"

Lin Qingye nodded, with a look of concern on his face. He was silent for a while and ordered: "Leave five hundred-man teams to take care of Fu Cha with Park Zhixun, and set off immediately for the rest of the luggage. Bring more food and other supplies, especially clothes for cold protection, and try to bring as much as possible."

Han Yong held a Qianli Milestone in his hand and looked at the Shangqing Military Camp on the opposite hill. After a while, he let out a soft "chuck" and handed the Qianli Milestone to Lin Yuefeng beside him, "The Tartars are really getting more and more together."

Lin Yuefeng held a thousand-mile mirror in his hand, but did not look at it, but said, "One group is killing, two are slaughtering, no matter how many he is. When Lao Wu arrives, he will attack directly."

Han Yong couldn't refuse and asked, "When will Wu Xiong arrive? Have the roads around Abudaligang been cut off?"

Lin Yuefeng replied: "It should be possible to arrive tonight, but the infantry led by General Lin may have to wait until five days before they arrive. Xihong Dembe on the east side of Abudaligang, Dayangmulin, Lijiagou and Wazigou on the west side have all been taken down by our army. However, Zhangjiadao in the north is guarded by five hundred Qing troops and built a solid fortress. Lao Zhang led his troops to attack several times, and each time the Taurus reinforcements came down from the hills, which forced him to retreat."

As he said that, Lin Yuefeng glanced at Han Yong, "You only gave him a thousand people and didn't let him attack with all his strength, so he has not taken it down yet. The Tartar reinforcements who arrived at Abudaligang all entered the Qing army camp from there."

Lin Yuefeng, Wu Xiong, and Zhang Shiguo were all old men from the Knight Camp. They have been there since their establishment. Later, Liaoyang was defeated in a crushing defeat, with nearly 8,000 people successfully escaping.

Because of his injury, Lin Yuefeng withdrew to Fuzhou with some people. When his injury healed, he followed Jimu to Pi Island at that time and still served under Han Yong.

Because they have experienced life and death together, the relationship between them is no longer a simple relationship between superiors and subordinates, so they are more direct when speaking.

Especially Lin Yuefeng, who was over 10 years older than Han Yong, always showed him as his younger brother, and he showed more obvious when he spoke. He was obviously a little dissatisfied with saying this at this moment.

Han Yong heard it, but knew that the other party was just complaining. He was lazy to pay attention to him and turned around and walked to the side.

Since leaving the horse camp, Han Yong led his troops to travel all the way, and it took only three days to pass the narrow passage of nearly 300 miles. But even so, the Qing army in Abu Daligang still received news in advance.

When he arrived, the Qing army was forcing the people of the surrounding villages to enter Abudaligang. Han Yong only caught one tail, defeated more than a hundred Qing soldiers, and captured thousands of people.

Because the Qing army did not know the truth about them, they dared not go out to fight. This made Han Yong calmly seize several key places and block the Qing army on the opposite hill.

Now the two armies confront each other across a valley, because the mountains are high and deep, it is not suitable for cavalry charges. Han Yong placed most of the baggage and horses in Lijiagou at the foot of the mountain, leaving only a thousand people on the top of the mountain.

It's cold and the north wind is howling.

More than 200 young and strong prisoners were cutting down trees and carrying stones. They were responsible for building a low wall in this place and a camp where soldiers could rest.

Han Yong stomped the newly built low wall of more than three feet high with his feet, which was very strong. He nodded with satisfaction, looked at the frozen trembling prisoners, and said to Lin Yuefeng: "It's enough to cultivate this. Take them down! Get some food, and take some out of the silver you carry and give it to them."

"Give it to them?" Lin Yuefeng raised his eyebrows.

Han Yong nodded and said slowly: "The two camps of the cattle and horse camp were slaughtered because we could not leave too many soldiers to garrison there, but it was different here. We have 4,000 cavalry and reinforcements that would come soon, which would prevent them from causing trouble. Besides, they were not Qing troops, but they were all ordinary people. They were afraid of being killed by the Tartars before. If they were slaughtered, what would be the difference between us and the Tartars? There were Han people, Koreans, and other tribes. Better to them, it would be easier for us to march north in the future. For example, when we were in Liaoyang, if we had not obtained the support of the local Han people, we would not have developed as well. This was the old nest of the Tartars, but they were not all Jurchens. Too heavy killing would not be good for us."

Lin Yuefeng was silent for a while and said, "But aren't you afraid that they will secretly inform the Tartars of our situation?"

Han Yong curled his lips and smiled faintly: "If the Tartars don't know what's going on here, how did they come out of the turtle shell opposite to fight us?"

Lin Yuefeng was a little surprised, "Did you do it on purpose?"
Chapter completed!