In four hours, a force of 20,000 troops marched 150 miles. This was nothing to the Chinese elite, but to the Manchus, this was already the ultimate limit!
The ancient army's departure was different from the eight-hundred-mile horse rush at the post station. The army had to carry the war stuff and it didn't just mean that one person rode on horseback and ran away.
Moreover, the army also needs to consider an average speed, and the organization cannot be messed up. In fact, in the eyes of the commander, the army moves on the ground like tofu blocks from battalion to battalion.
A cordon must be drawn around the army, and the fast horse cavalry will search for the enemy within several kilometers of the army. Once they encounter danger, they must immediately stop observing. Only when there is no danger can they continue to move forward.
Marching in the dark is even more dangerous because you don’t know what’s hidden in the night around you!
Although Bai Lang is a rough man from outside the customs, fighting is an innate skill learned from the tribe. He said that arriving in Zhuozhou in six hours is really the fastest time.
However, Fu Qing was afraid of long nights and many dreams, and asked him to get to the front line within four hours. This would inevitably lead to the laxity of various systems during the march!
And Bai Lang also has his own little thoughts. This is where people's hearts change. Bai Lang and Xiao'er are both pure Jurchens from the wild outside the Guan. In fact, they are not in the order of bannermen.
Before entering the customs, they were as simple as they wanted, but after soaking in the big dye vat of the capital for a period of time, ordinary soldiers had not changed much, but these officers became more flexible.
After all, he was a senior military officer with a high salary, and people with ulterior motives in the court were also building connections. These people quickly knew which restaurants in the capital were delicious, which bathhouses were the most comfortable, and which teahouses could make tea according to their requirements.
Including going to Bada Hutong, there are a group of women who don't mind the smell of them!
And it was during these feasting and feasting occasions that the rules in the officialdom were subtly changing them. Of course, Bai Lang and Xiao'er were more honest than the original officials in the capital, but they were no longer the same as before entering the customs.
What Fu Qing said today made Bai Lang tempted. After the army set off and the capital city wall behind him turned into a black shadow on the far horizon, Bai Lang's confidants asked worriedly.
"Sir! It is very dangerous to march in the dark like this. In order to save time, our sentries cannot conduct careful investigation at all. I am afraid that some fish will slip through the net..."
Bai Lang shook his head and sneered, "You don't understand... you didn't understand the meaning of Master Fu Qing's words at all!"
"Haha... Today's Manchu Eight Banners are no longer good. They have long been no match for wild girls like us. They looked down on us back then, but what about today?"
"These people still have to rely on us. Our scimitar rifles and war horses are the foundation for the emperor to rule the country..."
"We are useful! And the Han people have said that useful things are valuable! Our warriors are priceless treasures, not only can the emperor see them, but also the ministers in the court can see them!"
"The Qing Dynasty is already in chaos and sick... What do the Han people call this situation?"
A clever sentry seemed to enjoy listening to Tianqiao's storytelling. He rushed to speak, "The warlords are fighting...the separatist feudal towns...the competition in the Central Plains...the Eighteenth Route to rebel against the king...the war is raging..."
"Haha... Are you obsessed with watching the show? It's not that serious, it's just a sign!"
"Trouble is coming, and everyone must be prepared! His Majesty is preparing, Guiziliu is preparing, and even Master Fu Qing is preparing... Shouldn't we be prepared?"
"Master Fuqing actually dares to say that if we lose one horse, he will pay us ten horses! Buddha! He even boasted that the court has no money, and he can afford the compensation himself..."
"What does this imply to us? He is a man of great strength, not just an ordinary official... God of longevity, can he own a hundred thousand horses? How rich he is..."
This group of wild Jurchens were obviously not good at mathematics. They stared and wondered what a number one hundred thousand was. Anyway, they felt that it was the number of the boss.
"Sir... he's not bragging, right?" Someone asked in a low voice.
"No! He is not bragging. I believe he will not brag... We all know the Far East King in Vladivostok, right?"
When Xiang Shaolong, who was so powerful in the Far East, was mentioned, these tribal savages straightened up subconsciously. This was their respect for the strong from the bottom of their hearts!
"The King of the Far East is so powerful... He defeated the Rakshasa ghost! His warriors are invincible!"
"Don't forget, the Far East King relies on the master behind him, the man named the Head of State! The Far East King was originally a guard of the Head of State!"
"And what about Lord Fu Qing? His sister is married to the head of state, and he is a relative of the head of state! Do you think he should be more powerful than the King of the Far East?"
ah! The crowd made a noise, and now they all understood. Using the Far East King as a yardstick, these savages would know how powerful Fu Qing was.
"Young men, let's kill the enemy! Let's... um... that word is... called a good relationship... with Mr. Fu Qing..."
"Yes, we just need to form a good relationship... prove to him how powerful we are, and he will definitely want to win over us!"
"Silly children! We not only have to be loyal to the emperor, but we also have to choose powerful ministers in the court to be loyal to him... because... because the place where the Han people live in Guan Nei is too complicated. We don't understand anything, and we will be taken for granted by others. To steal the envoy!"
"So, stop complaining and let's go! Get to the front line in four hours!"
By unifying the minds of the following officers, the efficiency of the army was much higher. It was like someone whipped a whip in the sky. The three lines of cavalry suddenly accelerated, and the smoke rolled higher and higher!
If you have a God's perspective at this time, you can see that the three armies are approaching like a river, and around the army are three cavalry groups, forming patrol teams of rangers.
There were more than a hundred such patrol teams, and they searched all the ditches and ridges within ten miles of the march, looking for possible dangers and ambushes!
The main army's advancing horses only trotted slowly, while these rangers patrolled by letting their horses run wildly through the reins, and from time to time they would shoot a few arrows into the grass and woods to scare off grass and snakes.
A three-person team usually patrols for half an hour before returning to rest. People can still survive, mainly because the war horses need to rest!
In this way, groups of three continued to rotate in groups, and the White Wolf Army formed a huge control network on the Zhili Great Plains. Wherever the line of sight was covered, there was no chance for the enemy to make a sneak attack.
"My dear...that's incredible! These savages outside the customs really have something up their sleeve..."
"Shut up...don't talk..."
On the edge of an abandoned village, two rebel spies were buried in a pile of hay. They were buried deep in the pile of firewood, with their two eyes exposed.
Everything about the march of the White Wolf Army was under surveillance. The two of them thought everything was quite safe, but unexpectedly, there was a whoosh, and a sharp arrow shot directly into the haystack.
It's only two inches away from a person's forehead. If it were any lower, he would be shot to death!
There was a sudden smell of urine in the haystack, and the spy was so frightened that he peed.
