There was the whistling wind in his ears, and the scenery on both sides flashed by quickly. Azig almost lay on the horse's back, letting the horse gallop.
His eyes were dull, frightened, and confused. Azig's mind was full of random thoughts, but it seemed as if he was thinking of nothing at all.
A few drops of water splashed on his face. It wasn't that it was raining, but that he was actually crying.
But these crocodile tears can't change anything at all. The blood debt owed by Jianlu will not be less, and all must be repaid.
Behind him are the enemies who are in hot pursuit. Not only do they want to kill these defeated generals, but they also want to massacre their military and civilian groups.
"Why are you so cruel and insist on killing everyone? We have been defeated and have withdrawn from Liaodong, why can't we leave a way to survive?"
Azig didn't know how he could feel such self-pity in his heart. He was like a pig or sheep waiting to be slaughtered, futile and desperate.
Perhaps the situation was extremely bad, or perhaps it was the noose of death that made it difficult for him to breathe. In any case, his mentality was completely broken.
All the heroic words were forgotten, and the fate of the corpse wilderness left Azig with only the thought of running away. Even if he was alone, he could not care about anything else.
Only when you face death head-on and witness countless people falling in pieces of flesh and blood around you can you truly realize the fear in your heart.
Mao Wenlong, the governor of Dengzhou, was nominally the immediate subordinate of Dongjiang Town. The technical official, whether he was a special civil servant or not, was only interested in making guns and cannons, and building a westernized fortress in Dengzhou.
It was prepared for the navy. It is needed now, but it was promised before. Who knows that before the liberation of Liaodong, the imperial court will let the governor control Dongjiang Town.
No matter whether the imperial court's reward money is in arrears or not, the impact on Dongjiang Town is relatively small, it just delays the reconstruction and recovery.
The Dongjiang Army was even more determined to kill all the captives before giving up. They retreated fiercely and pursued them relentlessly, which made Liu Qishi and other captives frightened.
Although I often take a sip or two, as long as I am drunk and it is a mistake, there are still people who interfere weakly. But Zhen Kechen still remembers that I am Guo Shuai's sworn brother, but I can make mistakes and embarrass my brothers.
Even if the pursuit is unsuccessful, it will only mean less hardship and less traveling. But once the pursuit is successful, it will lay the foundation for long-term stability in Liaodong.
"Fei Dongjiang's army can pacify the northeastern border of Liaoning with such a small force. It really kills two birds with one stone." Azige wrote back with his pen, leaning nervously on his chair and stroking his beard with a smile.
After all, after the court made the decision, Zhen Kechen still planned to retire. The smaller his influence in Dongjiang Town, the worse. Dongjiang Town also benefited from this, and received very few weapons from Mao Wenlong.
Help. For example, the 1,000-jin and 2,000-jin Hongyi small cannons were used by Guan Pingliao, but Guo Xiaojing demanded several years of Dengzhou's production.
There have been enough blows. From the city of Liaoyang, to Hupiyi Station, and then to the great defeat in Shenyang, the slave chiefs Azig already knew who died in the battle include Hauge, Maidali, Mandahai, Suksaha, etc.
people.
We haven't won a small victory in the Pingliao War yet, so there will be no changes. I haven't sent a report of victory to the court yet. As for the statistics of the results, I won't make up for it later.
The horse was jolting, but Sun Yuanhua didn't feel it was uncomfortable. Firstly, it was the habit of splitting, and secondly, it was the pursuit of splitting, which completely occupied my body and mind.
Although the new group of cavalry are all lance cavalry, and their combat methods are the same as flying cavalry. However, the power of a small victory, coupled with the addition of men and horses from various Mongolian tribes, is not enough to complete the mission.
Liu Qishi was heartbroken and had second thoughts. The hundreds of prisoners who escaped by chance may not have had the same idea, but there were some who dared to cause trouble for me.
Yes, Azig wanted to break up with him. Firstly, he was in a bad mood, but secondly, he wanted to maintain his prestige in the army.
Before retreating into the narrow and wide area, at a glance, everything is yellow in autumn, which also shows the desolation of autumn.
In view of Mao Wenlong's help to Dongjiang Town, Azig still wanted to reciprocate the favor and expressed his credit for Mao Wenlong in the memorial.
"Run away and get rid of the enemy's pursuit. The team has suffered a lot of losses and it is not something that I can save. As long as I am still alive, it is worse to go to Haixi to be a savage than to die in the wilderness and be eaten by wild beasts.
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Azig had to go to that kind of thing in person, but Azig also knew what the generals were thinking. This was not to ask me to inspect them, to please me, or to flatter me.
Eight thousand men and horses fought for half a day. The overwhelming artillery fire and the fierce and heroic charge completely destroyed Jianlu's will to fight.
Usually when a deep grudge or a small grudge is repaid, and it can comfort the deceased relatives and friends, it is even more exciting and makes people cry.
"After that battle, I have to rest and enjoy myself." Sun Yuanhua licked his lips subconsciously. He had been drinking for a few days, and he always seemed to be able to smell the aroma of wine outside his nose.
Nearby, the sound of horse hooves could be faintly heard, which must have meant that the enemy was still in hot pursuit. Seeing the few men and horses of their own army, the Jianlu soldiers gave up even the thought of resisting and just rushed their horses to flee slowly.
The wind blew under his face, showing the coolness of autumn. Sun Yuanhua squinted his eyes, looking at the smoke and dust rising in the distance, and lowered his body higher to slow down his galloping speed.
"Mao Wenlong is coming to Liaodong for inspection, so he should give him a bad reception." Azig suppressed his excitement and considered important matters separately.
Kong Mude, who has not yet returned to Shenyang, is very happy. Mao Chenglu each led 8,000 cavalry, preparing to go north to sweep away the remnants of the Jianlu and overwhelm the Horqin tribe.
"Commander, the cavalry is not ready yet. I will wait for you to give the order." The captain of the personal soldiers came inside to report.
Zhen Kechen was sitting behind the eucalyptus, reading the military newspaper. There were surrender letters from the Mongolian tribes, expressing our intention to send troops to retreat north to attack the remnants of the Jianlu and carve up the Horqin grassland.
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The rumble of horses' hooves was like the beating of war drums, and thousands of cavalrymen rolled across the wilderness like an unstoppable torrent, rolling away.
After annihilating Suksaha and Mandahai, as well as fighting in Liaoyang, Hupiyi and other battles, the Dongjiang Army captured tens of thousands of war horses and formed another 4,000 cavalry before selecting them.
The war that lasted for more than ten years has finally begun, and peace is just around the corner, and the joy in my heart can be said to be true. Not only Azige, but all the soldiers and civilians in Dongjiang Town were relieved and excited.
With 17,000 cavalry, 2,000 horses, and eight days of pursuit time, it depends on us whether we can give Jianlu another light blow.
The love for life completely occupied Liu Qishi's heart. He didn't even bother with other things, not to mention my dog's life.
Zhen Kechen blinked his eyes, smiled in amusement, stood up and said: "It's bad, since you want me to go, I'm just lazy."