Amidst the exciting marching drum music, Zhang Chengce looked at the advancing army on his horse.
Datong Commander-in-Chief Wang Pu was not far from him, standing side by side with Shanhaiguan Commander-in-Chief Ma Ke. He was also riding his horse to watch. He sniffed from time to time. Could there be something wrong with his nose?
Looking not far away on the other side, Chen Jiugao, the commander-in-chief of the front camp of the Shenji Camp, looked a little strange. Sometimes he looked ferocious, sometimes excited, sometimes he laughed out loud, and sometimes he looked like he was gnashing his teeth and cursing.
Looking at the performance of these two people, Zhang Cheng not only shook his head, but also thought to himself: These two are still not mature enough!
He looked at Liu Zhaoji, the commander-in-chief of Liaodong next to him, and saw that he had a calm face and was looking at the military formation in front of him. Perhaps for this veteran Liaodong general, fighting was just a common thing, right?
Like Zhang Cheng, except for Yang Guozhu and Li Fuming who led the army to set off first, the rest of the general troops were still at the center of the army, following Hong Chengchou, the governor of Jiliao, waiting for any new orders from him.
If it is close to the scheduled battlefield, he will lead his troops and rush back to their own military formation one by one.
The tide-like army moved forward slowly. Yang Guozhu's troops turned north and marched toward Shimen West. Li Fuming's troops also followed behind his army formation.
Zhang Cheng rode his horse and looked north. The mountains were high and the forests were dense. Only Yang Guozhu's troops were like a red cloud, rolling forward, and no Tatars could be seen.
He originally guessed that the Tatars should have fought early, but they still didn't show up, not even a Tatar sentry. He couldn't help but feel suspicious in his heart: They had been standing still, what on earth were they planning?
After walking for a while, Hong Chengchou, the governor of Jiliao, stopped his horse and looked forward with eager eyes.
The long trumpet sound sounded, the mighty men and horses, and the torrent of Ming army formations also stopped. They maintained a strict military formation and were ready.
Hong Chengchou sat on his horse and looked towards Shimen Mountain and Rufeng Mountain for a long time, then turned to look at Wang Pu. His elegant face was full of seriousness, and he ordered in a deep voice: "General Wang Pu, attack Yang Shuai's army at West Shimen.
The left wing guard will be entrusted to you. Be sure to intercept the possible attack of Dong Nu on Rufeng Mountain!"
Wang Pu looked at Zhang Cheng with a slightly contented look, raised his eyebrows, and then galloped out to Hong Chengchou. Ma Qian clasped her fists and shouted: "Supervisor, please don't worry. The general will lead Datong to fight to the death."
Even if you pawn, a Tatar soldier will not threaten the left wing of Yang Shuai's army!"
After he finished speaking, he shook his cloak and cloak, letting it fly high in the wind. Then he took control of the reins of the war horse and led his servants and bodyguards to run back wildly.
Among the thousands of troops and horses, he ran all the way through various military formations. After returning to his own formation, he drew out the saber on the saddle, suddenly raised the reins, let his mount's front hooves fly into the air, and neighed loudly.
He raised his sword and shouted: "Sons of Datong, follow me!"
The echoing sound was like a tide, and all the troops and horses of Datong Town followed him, rolling toward the valley on the left in the direction of Rufeng Mountain.
Zhang Ruoqi, the commander-in-chief of the army, looked at the direction in which Wang Pu was going, and couldn't help but admire: "General Wang, he is worthy of being a brave general of our Ming Dynasty, and he is truly a hero of the world!"
Hong Chengchou nodded and smiled silently, and all the officers and generals praised him at the same time. Only Bai Guangen, the commander-in-chief of Jizhen, curled his lips, and Wu Sangui, the commander-in-chief of Ningyuan, also smiled and seemed to be muttering something to himself in a low voice.
Zhang Cheng looked at his mouth shape and guessed that he was saying: "It's just a show, just pretending to be a ghost."
Later, Hong Chengchou looked at the two generals, Ningyuan Commander Wu Sangui and Jizhen Commander Bai Guangen, and said warmly: "Two generals, the west Shimen Mountain road is slightly wider, and Yang Shuai has already moved in at this moment.
I'll leave this East Stone Gate to you. You must attack it with all your strength, and don't leave Dong Nu with any spare strength to return to the West Stone Gate. If you can take down the East Stone Gate in one go, it will be a great achievement, and I will personally repay your merits.
Please reward me!"
Wu Sangui looked solemn, rode his horse and clasped his fists, saying: "Please rest assured, Governor Hong, I will definitely try my best in the end."
Hong Chengchou was naturally relieved about Wu Sangui. He nodded happily, and his eyes indeed fell on Bai Guangen, the commander-in-chief of Jizhen.
I saw Bai Guangen holding his fists carelessly and saying: "Isn't this just to fight the Tatars? Supervisor, don't worry, with me, Lao Bai, here, even if I can't go down the East Shimen in one go, I will never leave the Tatars with enough energy to rescue elsewhere.
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The two rode their horses back to their own formation and led the army towards the northeast. The mighty army rolled in and rushed towards the unknown battlefield.
As several generals and generals left one after another, the Ming army on the formation's side had lost a lot of troops.
Finally, Hong Chengchou shouted to Chen Jiugao, the commander-in-chief of Shenji Camp, and his deputy general Fu Yingsheng: "Chen Shuai, General Fu, your Shenji Camp has sharp artillery fire and is always the best in the army. Today, you are going to give me a hard blow."
Explode, blast hard, let the thieves have a good taste, my Ming artillery fire is powerful!"
He turned around suddenly and pointed at various piers on the ridge of Shimen Mountain to the north. His eyes were wide open and he looked extremely angry.
He and Fu Yingchong rode their horses back to the sergeants of their Shenji Battalion and shouted loudly: "Brothers, our ancestors followed Taizu Emperor Gao to capture the country from the Tatars.
Back then it was the Mongolian Tatars, now it is the Manchu Tatars, they are all fucking Tatars, today, let’s call the dog Tatars a good look, we, the children of the capital, can also fight!”
He roared angrily: "The cannon is going up and blast his mother!"
Fu Yingchong was leading another artillery unit towards the East Shimen. At this time, he also shouted loudly: "Destroy the Tartar thieves and restore Liaodong!"
The soldiers of Shenji Battalion, who had been divided into two groups, cheered together, making Hong Chengchou nod his head.
Qiu Minyang, the governor of Liaodong, whispered to Hong Chengchou: "The soldiers of Shenji Camp are ready."
Hong Chengchou's eyes were still on the retreating figures of the Shenji Battalion soldiers, and he said: "Young nobles will have their own basic salary!"
"With such a military spirit, I think that if we come to this battle, we will be able to break through Shimen Mountain and rescue the siege of Jinzhou, which may be possible today." Commander-in-Chief Zhang Ruoqi was very excited.
Although Hong Chengchou was also full of expectations, he was much calmer than Zhang Ruoqi. He asked Zhang Cheng calmly: "General Zhongchen, in your opinion, can Shimen Mountain be conquered today?"
Zhang Cheng was looking at the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion going away, as well as the large and small artillery pieces. He never thought that Hong Chengchou would ask this question. He turned around, thought for a while, and then replied: "In Zhang Cheng's opinion, the Tatars
The thief behaved more calmly this time, quite different from his previous behavior, and seemed to be on guard.
Although my king's division has many troops and horses, and its morale is high and its morale is good, the mountain road is narrow and it is difficult to attack the mountain. The outcome of this battle is indeed difficult to predict!"
A trace of worry flashed across Hong Chengchou's elegant face, but he said nothing and turned his gaze to the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion in the distance.