When it dawned the next day and the blizzard stopped, the battle began to slowly come to an end.
There were burning ashes all over the ground, faint green smoke floating everywhere, dead bodies all over the ground, and everything in sight was devastated.
Although Bu Lanxi and Guolai had the foresight to escape in advance, they still did not escape. They were neatly tied up and caught in front of Lan Yu.
"Send your name."
The two of them looked downcast and said nothing.
Seeing how pretentious these two guys were after losing, the people next to them stepped forward and kicked each of them until they kneeled down towards Lan Yu. "I asked you to tell me your name. Are you mute? Do you want to die?"
Bu Lanxi raised his eyes and looked at Lan Yu. Seeing that Lan Yu was similar in age to him, the unwillingness in his heart suddenly emerged. Not only did he not answer, but he asked Lan Yu, "Who are you?"
Seeing that Bu Lan Xi was so disrespectful, the people next to him were about to step forward again, but were stopped by Lan Yu's smiling wave.
He won a complete victory in this battle. The winner must naturally have the attitude of a winner. Well, this sentence was said by Han Du.
However, Lan Yu deeply believed in Han Du's words.
So Lan Yu straightened her back and said condescendingly to Bulan: "This is Lan Yu, the Marquis of Yongchang. Who are you? Tell me your name."
"It turns out to be you. It seems that I was not unjustly defeated." When Bu Lanxi heard this, he felt a sense of relief. Then he straightened his back, looked at Han Du with both eyes, and said seriously: "I am the son of Nahachu, Bu Lanxi. "
"That's Pingzhang, Guolai." Seeing that Bulan Xi had already spoken, Guolai had no reason to be harsh.
"I've never heard of it, keep it under custody." Lan Yu said lightly, as if the two people in front of him were just cats and dogs.
"You~" Bu Lanxi glared upon hearing this, full of anger towards Lan Yu.
But no matter how angry he was, with his current status as a prisoner, he couldn't do anything. He could only be dragged away by the two soldiers unwillingly.
This is like meeting a famous person, thinking that the other person knows you, and going up to say hello, but being asked: "Who are you?"
It was even more uncomfortable for Bu Lanxi than this, and he immediately let him break his defense.
After they were escorted away, Lan Yu and several generals under his command suddenly burst into laughter. Obviously, Lan Yu was deliberately taunting Bu Lan just now.
Bu Lanxi was Nahachu's most valued son. Since Ming Dynasty wanted to conquer Nahachu, he had already investigated who was under his command.
How could Lan Yu not know that Bu Lan Xi was Naha Chu's son? He even knew about Ping Zhang Guolai.
"Lieutenant general, not only did we win a great victory in this battle, but we also made a fortune and captured countless cattle, sheep, and horses."
"How many war horses are there?" Hearing the war horses, even Lan Yu couldn't sit still and asked quickly.
When the general heard Lan Yu's words, he looked embarrassed. He hesitated for a moment and replied with a wry smile: "Back to the general, time is too tight. We haven't completely controlled the cattle, sheep, and horses yet. We don't know how many horses there will be." . The general will immediately send someone to do an inventory. Once there is any information, report it to the general immediately."
"No need to count." Lan Yu waved her hand and canceled her previous plan.
Paying attention to the heavy snow that started to fall outside the yurt, Lan Yu said: "This heavy snow is coming day after day. It is not easy to stay here for a long time. Let's clear the battlefield as soon as possible and go south to meet the general immediately. As for counting the horses, you can do it at Take your time on the way back.”
"Follow the order."
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Han Du led the navy to turn back eastward, and after crossing the peninsula, they turned back northward. However, Handu did not slowly go north along the coastline, but sailed directly in the northeast direction, hoping to insert directly behind Liaodong.
As a result, Han Du was a little confused when he docked.
"Where is this?" The coast in front of me is no different from other places. There are no obvious features of the mountains in the distance. The most important thing is that there is not even a single person on the shore.
Li Zengzhi came forward with a map, pointed to the edge of the Goryeo Kingdom, and said: "Master Marquis, the student just calculated, we should be at this location."
"Gaoli? Why did you come to Gaoli?" Han Du asked strangely.
But Li Zengzhi had no way to answer this question.
The navy was led by Han Du, and it was Han Du who decided to sail in this direction. Now he is asked how he got here. How should he answer this?
Li Zengzhi pretended not to hear Han Du's question, pointed to the sea map and explained: "Master Hou, this is not the territory of Goryeo. Strictly speaking, this was once the territory of the Yuan Dynasty. Logically speaking, it belongs to our Ming Dynasty now."
Han Du was stunned. This location is close to Pyongyang in later generations. Are you telling us that this is the territory of the Ming Dynasty? If this is true, doesn't it mean that the current Goryeo only has a small territory?
Seeing that Li Zengzhi and Tang Ding both looked like it was true, why don't you even know this common sense?
Han Du immediately reacted, maybe he was being shallow.
"Ahem," Han Du covered up his embarrassment, pointed to the map and said, "There are many mountains here and it is not suitable for marching. Let's turn around and go north to go ashore at this location."
Although the two of them felt that there must be something wrong with Han Du just now, they couldn't say anything else.
Anyway, Han Du is the coach, and he can dock wherever he wants.
As long as he is happy!
A few days later, the fleet arrived at the designated location and landed.
As a modern person, I have a special liking for firearms. Although the cannons were heavy and not easy to carry, Han Du still insisted on bringing thirty cannons and gunpowder. Coupled with the food, grass, bullets and other baggage that needed to be carried, the navy seemed extremely bloated, and the march speed could not be increased at all.
"Han Du, you can't do this. Soldiers are very fast. If we march like this, it will take us a year and a month to reach Jinshan?"
Han Du is extremely satisfied with the current state of the navy. What's wrong with the bloat?
What's wrong with the slow march?
As long as there is enough firepower, sufficient safety can be guaranteed.
Tactics are not enough, firepower is needed.
In Han Du's opinion, there is nothing wrong with this.
However, if he directly explained to Tang Ding what the theory of victory by firepower was, it would probably take a lot of words. Han Du thought for a moment and then explained with a smile: "What are you afraid of if you go slower? Just in time we can release the spies and approach Jinshan slowly, so that Naha will be less aware of it."
Tang Ding seemed to have expected Han Du to say this, and after sneering a few times, he said: "If you want Naha to be unnoticed, the only way is to rush to Jinshan before he gets our news. You go there slowly like this, How could he not notice it?"
Han Du smiled slightly and said casually, "Then don't let him get the news."
Tang Ding was startled when he heard this, and then asked: "What are you going to do?"
