Ma Xiaoquan was stunned for a moment, then said with great joy: "Great, it's Ma Jiajun, it's Ma Jiajun."
Not far from the outside of the pass, Ma Yuan and Ma Cheng were riding horses, standing at the front.
Ma Yuan raised the long hook gun in his hand and signaled to Ma Xiaoquan. Then, he pointed the gun head at the Jurchen cavalry where Cato was.
Cato also saw the Ma Jiajun, and had no choice but to order the horse to turn around and direct the charge at the Ma Jiajun.
But unfortunately...the Jurchen cavalry advanced too fast, and Cato's rear orders could not be conveyed well at all.
A direct consequence of this is that the Jurchen cavalry left the sideways space to the Ma Jiajun. The Ma Jiajun charged from the middle waist of the Jurchen cavalry. With just a few breaths, the Jurchen cavalry was killed in a disgraceful manner.
The cavalry clashed not many times, but only once or twice, and the conclusion was reached.
Cato angrily grabbed his long sword, chopped down several recent Ma Jiajun cavalry, and then ordered the withdrawal.
While withdrawing the troops, he did not forget to point at Ma Xiaoquan and give a few warnings in his not-so-good Chinese.
Ma Xiaoquan squinted his eyes on the city wall and raised his middle finger at Cato. Regardless of whether he could understand it or not, at least in his heart, he had regained his place.
...
In Qiantun, Ma Yuan and Ma Cheng lowered their heads with solemn expressions. In front of them were their brothers who died in the battle of Qiantun.
Ma Xiaoquan squatted in front of the corpses of his dead comrades and exhaled softly. The corpses had been piled into a hill, and the smell of blood filled the entire front camp.
Ma Yuan stepped forward, patted Ma Xiaoquan's shoulder gently, and said: "Little fourth son, let's burn it. Brothers have been waiting for a long time."
Ma Xiaoquan raised his head, hummed, picked up the torch handed over by Ma Yuan, and threw it into the pile of corpses.
The fire gradually burned and grew bigger and bigger. The few survivors finally couldn't help it and knelt in front of their dead companions.
Two soldiers carried Atun's body in and kindly pieced together the half of his shoulder that had been chopped off by Cato.
Ma Xiaoquan walked up to Atun and looked at his peaceful face. He didn't believe that he had such courage before.
Ma Xiaoquan personally picked up Atun and realized that he was very thin and had almost no meat on his body. Only then did Ma Xiaoquan understand why Atun said he admired him and why he respected him.
"Farewell, Atun~" Ma Xiaoquan threw Atun hard into the fire.
It's very quiet this night...
One day later, Yuan Chonghuan received information that Ma Xiaoquan had captured Qiantun.
Yuan Chonghuan was completely shocked. Incredibly, he handed the information to the generals in the council.
After Mangui saw it, he was also extremely surprised. Although he knew that Ma Xiaoquan was capable, fighting and being capable were two different things. But now, Ma Xiaoquan used practical actions to tell a fact that can be described as a legend - he used eighty
A few people captured Qiantun Pass where seven to eight hundred people were stationed.
Yuan Chonghuan was extremely happy. He had been under great pressure when he agreed with Ma Xiaoquan to lead more than 80 people to get Qiantun. Even after Ma Xiaoquan left, there were rumors and rumors slandering him. Yuan Chonghuan chose to remain silent about all this.
, because he believes that his brother Ma can do it.
Now, the facts are before our eyes. Brother Ma not only did it, but also killed Batu, a Jurchen general.
Yuan Chonghuan was not idle, and immediately wrote a memorial and sent it to the capital to repay Ma Xiaoquan's merits. No matter what, Ma Xiaoquan must be rewarded for this battle.
...
The post-war restoration work of Qiantun was carried out very quickly. With the help of Ma Jiajun, it soon became a solid city gate again.
In the next two days, Yuan Chonghuan also sent generals responsible for guarding Qiantun.
When Ma Xiaoquan handed over to the guard, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Little Fourth Son, do you know that in this battle... you have finally become famous among the Jurchens. If anyone mentions you, Ma Xiaoquan, those Jurchens will probably tremble, haha.
..."
Ma Xiaoquan smiled bitterly and shook his head: "All my people are dead, so why are we shaking?"
"What are you afraid of? If you really think about it, the second brother's people will give you orders~" Ma Yuan patted Ma Xiaoquan on the shoulder and said.
Ma Xiaoquan shook his head: "What's the point? The training is ready, there is no challenge, don't do it~"
"Yeah, you kid, you are still in a mood. Well, then, when we get back, you can ask Governor Yuan for more people. The governor will definitely give them to you, maybe 800 people."
"Haha, eight hundred people are too many, I can't train them..."
...
Shenyang City, inside the palace of Huang Taiji.
While Cato was crying, he told Huang Taiji the scene of his brother being brutally killed by Ma Xiaoquan.
Huang Taiji was also very angry. Although Cato had repeated the same words more than once, every time he heard that his beloved general was killed like this, Huang Taiji became angry.
Fortunately, Amin's side was more reliable, and North Korea was basically won. The then king of North Korea also begged his grandfather to sue his grandmother and convinced the Jurchens. Next, Huang Taiji decided to concentrate his forces and point his sword at the Central Plains.
Although the words are full of words, there is a very serious problem that needs to be solved first, and that is the food problem.
Long before Nurhaci died, Huang Taiji repeatedly told Huang Taiji the common sense of a military strategist - go ahead with food and fodder before the soldiers and horses are moved.
As Nurhachi's successor, Huang Taiji has also experienced various battles, large and small. He understands the importance of food better than his father.
Yuan Chonghuan also implemented the strategy of accumulating grain and cultivating more fields. Anyone who comes, no matter who you are, as long as you can cultivate the land and hand over the grain in proportion after the harvest, the land is yours.
...
Ma Xiaoquan returned to Jinzhou and finally had a reason to stand in the council hall and discuss matters with these generals seriously.
With the foreshadowing of the Battle of Qiantun, the Ming generals who were not very polite to Ma Xiaoquan in the past became more respectful these days.
On this day, Yuan Chonghuan summoned the generals to discuss military matters.
It was already early April, and the weather was not as cold as before. Some generals talked passionately in the meeting hall, and simply took off their cloaks and continued talking.
Yuan Chonghuan said: "There are still two months until the first grain harvest. During these two months, Huang Taiji will not attack with a large army, which just gives us a chance to breathe. Look, next, we should
what to do?"
Man Gui said: "In this case, we might as well take this opportunity to make a sneak attack and capture a few more border passes."
Another general said: "I'm afraid this is a bit difficult. Since we recaptured Qiantun Pass, the Jurchens have placed many more people at other checkpoints than before."
Ma Xiaoquan said: "This is also related to their lack of food. After all, in such a small checkpoint, there is no land for farming. The food must be transported by the people behind. Once their food channels are cut, they will cry.
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Yuan Chonghuan nodded and said: "What General Man Gui said makes sense. I also agree with sneak attacks to win a few more levels. It's just that this level is difficult to win. Now there are so many levels to choose from... Please take a look.
..." Yuan Chonghuan pointed to several checkpoints in the sand table in front of him, "I wonder which general is willing to lead his troops to win the checkpoint?"
As soon as Yuan Chonghuan finished speaking, the meeting hall fell silent.
Afterwards, everyone turned their attention to Ma Xiaoquan.
Ma Xiaoquan secretly cursed these gang thieves, but he also deliberately pretended to be stupid, picking his nose and pretending not to hear.
Seeing that the deacon did not express his position, everyone turned their attention to Man Gui.
Man Gui's face burned. This idea was his. If he didn't give an explanation, how could he gain a foothold among these people in the future?
"Uh~~" Man Gui patted his chest, pointed to a level on the sand table and said, "I'll go and beat this level. It's relatively close to me anyway."
Yuan Chonghuan wished Mangui would say that.
"Haha, General Mangui is really an outstanding person. Okay, I'll give it to you, General. If you need anything, just ask."
Man Gui secretly cursed Yuan Chonghuan as a chicken thief, but he couldn't say anything. He cupped his hands and said, "Then I'll go straighten things out and take my leave first~"
As soon as Mangui left, the meeting could no longer continue. Yuan Chonghuan made a hasty conclusion and announced the end of the meeting.
After the meeting, Yuan Chonghuan asked Ma Xiaoquan: "Brother Ma, you haven't visited your parents since you came back... Why don't you go back and have a look?"
Ma Xiaoquan nodded and said, "That's right. It's been so many days. It's time for me to go see it. Then I'll go to Ningyuan in the afternoon."
"Okay~"
...
In Ningyuan City, Ma Ruiqing, Ma's father, received a letter from Ma Xiaoquan. After reading it, his heart was like a bottle of five flavors, and the meaning was difficult to distinguish.
In fact, to be honest, Ma Ruiqing, Ma's father, doesn't have much affection for his biological fourth son, Ma Xiaoquan, because he was placed in the capital when he was born.
Later, when I heard a letter from my mother (Mrs. Ma) saying that her fourth son had died, my father was not too sad.
However, the man who became the fourth son of the Ma family and actually the first head of the Ma family left a deep impression on him.
Because he is too strong, so strong that Ma Ruiqing is a little afraid of him.
"Dad~~"
Ma Ruiqing shook his head, and when he came back to his senses, he saw that it was Ma Cheng, the third son.
"Oh, it's Cheng'er, your fourth brother is coming..."
"Ah?" Ma Cheng smiled bitterly and pulled out a letter, "This is a letter from General Man Gui. Please be sure to go with him to win the battle. Dad, what do you think we should do?"
Ma Ruiqing sighed, thinking that this is okay. The first-generation head of the family and I recognized each other in front of everyone, and he called me father, which made me feel embarrassed.
"Well, if you send someone to report back to General Mangui, just tell me to go."
"Ah? Dad, why don't you wait for the fourth son?"
Ma Ruiqing said: "The general is out, and the military orders are not obeyed. What's more, we are all for the Ming Dynasty and the country. If I am not here, don't you still have your mother..."
Ma Cheng sighed: "Okay, that's it, dad, I'll go with you."
Ma Ruiqing shook his head and said, "You have become a father soon, and Shen Jing also needs your care. Just stay here and let your second brother go with me."