Zhang Cheng, Lu Xiangsheng and others hurriedly walked to the turret of the east gate and watched. They could vaguely see hundreds of Qing knights in white iron armor guarding the surroundings. In the middle were a dozen Qing generals. He gestured towards Jiazhuang and looked around.
Looking through the telescope, I saw a group of Qing generals wearing gilt armor, riding their horses and looking in the direction of Jiazhuang. The man in the middle was the leader of the Zhengbai Banner of the Qing Dynasty, Prince He Shuorui and the ordered general Dorgon.
Zhang Cheng put down his telescope and said with a smile: "The slave chief Dorgon is finally here."
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Dorgon got off his horse, walked to the edge of the official road, and stared in the direction of Jiazhuang.
Behind him, gathered the Eight Banners of Manchuria, Gushan Ezhen, the banner leader of the Eight Banners of Mongolia, and Qing generals such as Mele Zhangjing and Jia Lazhangjing under each banner.
According to the color of their respective flags, everyone has different armors, either all white, or with white trim, or all red, or with red trim, but all of them have excellent armor, and the horses they ride on are also superb. Extremely handsome.
After they dismounted, they all stood beside Dorgon. Like him, they watched everything going on in Jiazhuang. The horses were collected and held by their own soldiers.
Dorgon stopped and looked at it for a long time before he said thoughtfully: "Lu Xiangsheng is really not simple. This camp is solidly built and well-arranged. He is indeed my powerful enemy of the Qing Dynasty!"
Not far from him, Yibai, the leader of the Eight Banners Mongolian Zhengbai Banner, called out: "General, I have been ordered, do you want the warriors of each banner to attack him first to find out the strength of the army, and also to weaken its spirit?"
Dorgon shook his head slowly and said calmly: "There is no rush. Now, according to the general's order, the warriors of each banner will set up camp on the spot. After setting up the camp, they will bury the pots and make rice.
The camp must be firmly established, and trenches must be dug and walls built between each camp to prevent Lu Xiangsheng from breaking out. Take full precautions and never underestimate the enemy.
After dinner, the entire army will attack him to find out the strength of the army and then make a decision! "
Dorgon then said: "General Yangwu has gone to the old city, and I am afraid he will not be able to come. However, I have sent Baya Lahujia La Zhangjing Buyan Tu to lead Zeng Chuankong and Han Zeng under the command of King Huaishun. Jun Niulu Zhang, Jinghua Yingchun and other troops came to reinforce.
It is estimated that we will arrive tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. When my army gathers together, Jiazhuang will be ready soon! "
As Dorgon's military order was passed down, the wilderness around Jiazhuang was filled with Qing troops digging trenches and setting up strongholds on the spot.
Slowly, new camps rose up one after another, and the continuous Qing army camps appeared in front of Sergeant Xuanda. It seemed that from any direction, there were endless Qing army tents, all kinds of colors. Such flags are flying.
Ten miles east of the official road, near the Laozhang River, he was selected by Dorgon, and his camp was set up here.
Then there is the Haoshui River, which is close to the Xuan army camp in Jiazhuang. There are also Qing army camps in the south and north directions of Jiazhuang.
Xuanda sergeants quietly watched the Qing army camp, watching them called Ma Xi, the auxiliary soldiers of the brigade, and the coated Aha, facing the biting cold wind, carrying water from the Haoshui River. While making rice, waves of foreign accents were heard.
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The sun was shining brightly and the weather was good, but the wind was obviously stronger than yesterday, and the cold wind howled from time to time, blowing the flags all over the place.
At about eleven o'clock in the morning, horns sounded continuously in the Qing army's camp, and dense crowds of people and horses from each camp were seen coming out, and finally formed an airtight formation.
They were on the distant horizon, coming from three directions, like ants, in a dark mass toward the Xuan army's Jiazhuang camp.
The Qing army was finally about to start a war. All the soldiers of the Xuan army in the Jiazhuang camp exhaled. Lu Xiangsheng even climbed onto a watchtower that had just been erected on the east side of Jiazhuang.
He bowed to the generals downstairs and bowed again and again to all the officers, and said loudly and encouragingly: "I and all the officers and men share the deep favor of the imperial court. We must not worry about death, but don't worry about life!"
Looking downstairs, all the soldiers were cheering and shouting.
Zhang Cheng shouted loudly: "Brothers, today we will definitely kill those short and tall Tatars without leaving any trace behind!"
The soldiers laughed again. Looking upstairs, Lu Xiangsheng also laughed.
Thick spears stood up like a forest, and all the soldiers stood upright in the howling cold wind. They were all in high spirits and showed no fear.
Lu Xiangsheng actually sang "Man Jiang Hong" with passion:
"I was so angry that I leaned against the railing, and the rain stopped.
Lift our sight, the sky and shouts, grand, vehement.
Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon..."
This situation made Zhang Cheng's blood boil, as if his whole body was full of strength. He sang impassionedly:
"...Jingkang's shame is still not over.
When will the hatred of the ministers be extinguished?
Driving a long car, crossing the gap in Helan Mountain..."
Yang Guozhu continued to sing loudly:
"The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and the blood of Xiongnu is what they are thirsty for..."
Gradually, more and more people sang, and the loud military songs merged into a majestic one.
"……Be from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, overturned Que……"
From Lu Xiangsheng to Zhang Cheng, to Yang Guozhu, to Guo Yingxian, to Hu Dawei, to Zhang Yan, to Jiang Mingwu, and all the Xuanda officers and soldiers were singing in unison.
The loud and majestic singing resounded throughout the Xuan Dajun camp.
The majestic singing spread far away, and the Qing troops who were slowly forming their troops and approaching from three sides also heard it. Many of them had solemn expressions on their faces, shocked by the mighty and majestic singing.
"This Ming army is different, you guys should be careful!"
In the array of Qing troops slowly approaching from the east, the gold-woven dragon flag of Dorgon, the Qing general ordered by the Qing Dynasty, kept tumbling in the cold wind.
Following Dorgon's banner, in addition to his domestic slave guards, there were also several large banners woven with gold dragon tapestry.
Behind these dragon flags were followed the Baya soldiers in silver armor and horses, and behind them were the densely packed soldiers wearing horse armor, cloth armor and other armors of various flags.
"What are those Nikans singing across the street?"
Eight Banners Manchuria inlaid with red flag Baya La Camp Niu Lu Zhang Jingtanbai heard the muttering of Jia La Zhang Jing Buyan Tu in front.
He couldn't help but sneered. Buyan Tu didn't even recognize a single Manchu character, let alone understand the Chinese sung by the Ming army opposite him.
The reason why Buyan Tu was able to obtain the position of Jia La Zhangjing in Bagala Ying was because of his brute force and bravery.
But he was different. Tan Bai had been practicing Chinese since he was a child. Of course he knew what the Ming army across from him was singing.
Looking at the Baya soldiers beside him, many of them still had arrogant and contemptuous expressions on their faces, but in his heart he was extremely cautious about the war that was about to begin.
The Ming army on the opposite side is the strongest enemy he has encountered since he joined the army in the war. He must not underestimate them!
Tan Bai reminded himself secretly in his heart.
