"Godfather, they are leaving." Li Hong shouted anxiously, "What should we do?"
"I'll sew up your mouth again. We're going to fight, what are you worrying about?" Li Qing chopped down the enemy with one knife, "Keep charging!"
"Puff...dang...!" The sound of handovers continued, and the fighting continued. Li Hong woke up and went into battle again.
However, this time his luck seemed to have run out. The enemy who attacked him was not as unbearable as before, and even had a knife that almost cut his throat. Thanks to his godfather's timely action, he helped him resolve the crisis.
Huh~ It's so dangerous... Li Hong broke out in a cold sweat. He was thankful that he had just developed a mental state, but his expression suddenly changed.
'Whoosh! '
An eagle-feathered arrow as thick as a thumb shot straight towards the center of his eyebrows. Before the arrow could reach, a strong wind hit his face. Li Hong had no time to react, and he couldn't react at all.
At this moment, he only knew that he was going to die, and he didn't even have time to say goodbye to sister Wanqing.
The arrow reflected in his pupils, magnifying infinitely...
it's dark…
"Wake up, this is a battlefield!"
Li Hong opened his eyes blankly, but what he saw in front of him was not an arrow, but a big hand. The big hand was holding the carved feather arrow that was trying to kill him.
"You disappoint me so much." Li Qing was a little angry, "What are you thinking about on the battlefield?"
Li Hong felt aggrieved. He felt like he was going to die, but he didn't have time to explain at the moment, so he had to say hastily: "I'm sorry."
Then, brandish the sword and continue to charge.
Li Qing saw that although his physical strength was low, he was already in a good state, so he devoted more energy to killing the enemy. As he swung his saber, the sound of breaking through the air continued.
Whenever an enemy encounters him, he will either be injured or die. It's so domineering.
Li Hong didn't dare to be distracted anymore, and he didn't even have time to marvel. He devoted himself to the battle and followed his godfather to kill all the way.
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A quarter of an hour later, the enemy troops retreated in an orderly manner and fired arrows to prevent the Ming army from pursuing them.
Li Qing did not order a pursuit, but ordered the battlefield to be cleaned and the casualties counted.
The number of the Ming army was not greater than others, and after the fierce battle, both the soldiers and the horses were almost exhausted. It was also night, so it was unwise to pursue them.
If the enemy is really pushed into a hurry, it will be enough for the Ming army to drink a pot of water.
Li Hong was unwilling to give up, but after calming down, he realized why his godfather didn't pursue him. The conditions were indeed not supportive.
At this time, Zhu Yong, covered in blood, strode over. When he saw it was Li Qing, he was shocked and at the same time ecstatic.
No matter what rank Yongqinghou is, he will naturally not take away his merits, and if Yongqinghou can see his performance, then...
He quickly stepped forward, knelt down on one knee and clasped his fists, saying: "General Zhu Yong, please see the commander-in-chief!"
"General Zhu, please get up." Li Qing helped him stand up and asked with concern: "Is anyone injured?"
Even though he didn't know the whole story, Li Qing could also deduce that they were inseparable. In this encounter, Zhu Yong's performance was extremely impressive.
Zhu Yong grinned: "Master Lao is worried about me, the general just suffered some flesh wounds, it doesn't matter."
"That's good." Li Qing nodded, "How are the casualties?"
"The general made a count and estimated that...it does not exceed 300, but the enemy's casualties are greater." Zhu Yong said confidently.
Seeing Li Qing covered in blood, Zhu Yong was shocked: How many people would he have to kill to make himself look like a bloody man?
He thought to himself that he had killed enough, no less than fifteen, but it was far less than Li Qing.
Li Qing's armor was soaked with blood, and even now, blood was still dripping from it, which showed how brave he was.
Zhu Yong handed over his hands with sincerity and exclaimed: "The Marquis is really as brave as he was back then. I am afraid that no one in the entire Ming Dynasty can be as brave as the Marquis."
After Zhu Yong said this, Li Hong realized it later.
He followed his godfather all the way to kill. He knew very well how many people his godfather had killed. It was conservatively estimated to be no less than fifty people.
Isn't this too...violent? ,
What's even more weird is that the godfather actually seems to be okay, as if the fierce battle just now was just a warm-up, and his whole person is calm and relaxed.
The boasts of his godfather in the past resurfaced, and Li Hong was a little shaken. Maybe... his godfather was not bragging, and everything was true.
Li Qing said: "It is not advisable to stay here for a long time. Count the casualties quickly and evacuate here. Maybe the enemy troops will come back."
"Yes." Zhu Yong hurriedly cupped his hands and left in a hurry.
"Godfather... Marshal." Li Hong couldn't restrain his curiosity, "How many can you kill if you let go?"
He was vaguely aware that the enemies he killed were deliberately put in by his godfather for him to practice. In this battle, his godfather did not show his true strength.
Li Qing glanced at him sideways and said: "On the battlefield, personal bravery is of little use. An outstanding general is not about personal bravery, but leading his men to victory."
"The commander-in-chief taught me a lesson." Li Hong nodded. He wanted to explain his gaffe on the battlefield, but Li Qing didn't give him a chance and went straight to the side to sit down.
"Aren't you a soldier of Uncle Funing now? Go and do your duty."
Li Hong sighed secretly, cupped his hands and said, "Yes!"
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Two quarters of an hour later, the battlefield inventory was completed.
The Ming army suffered 207 casualties and nearly 500 wounded. The enemy's casualties were even greater. However, it was almost midnight and the cold was so severe that there was no time to count. However, the number of casualties alone was not less than the number of casualties of the Ming army.
This battle was considered a great victory.
The two cavalry teams gathered together and advanced on the road they came from. At the fifth watch of the day, they rushed to the sheltered area where Zhu Yong had previously rested.
After the fierce battle and the rush, the soldiers, who had no rest to begin with, were extremely tired. Many of them fell asleep chewing dried meat in their mouths.
The loud snoring...
…
Li Qing didn't sleep. He put his hands behind his head and lay on the slope, admiring the bright starry sky and looking for the brightest star in the night sky...
After a night, the soldiers got enough rest and recovered to most of their condition. Fortunately, the enemy did not attack.
Supplies have been exhausted and reconnaissance conditions are no longer available. Li Qing decisively ordered: "Go back to camp!"
The journey was uneventful, and in the middle of the day they met 5,000 Ming troops who came to support them. After a brief rest and some food, the group headed back again.
After returning to the base camp, they learned that a prairie tribe had really invaded, but they didn't steal anything. After making a fuss, seeing no chance, they didn't stop and left immediately.
In the handsome camp.
Li Qing summoned the Ming army generals and tribal leaders to propose ways to deal with this situation.
First, the reconnaissance mission was divided into three, with the Ming army occupying two and each tribe occupying one;
But you only need to draw a shadow map on a map with a radius of hundreds of miles. There is no need to respond. If the situation is not right, just return the warning immediately.
Secondly, winter supplies are distributed in advance, and whoever owns the items is responsible for guarding them.
What Li Qing did was to involve everyone in resisting the looting. The Ming army could not just bear the heavy burden while the tribes sat back and enjoyed the gains.
The tribes are naturally willing to distribute things in advance, and they don't want to ask for supplies every two days. It depends on people's faces. Although they have taken a certain risk, they feel at ease with the winter supplies in hand, because... they are afraid of poverty.
Finally, Li Qing asked everyone to assemble a certain amount of armed forces based on the population distribution to resist possible invading enemies;
When one party is in trouble, support comes from all directions, and everyone helps each other.
Li Qing's decision was fair, the tribes did not suffer, the Ming army also lightened their burden, and the meeting ended in harmony.
More than 100,000 people are stationed here. The target is too big to hide, so they simply play their cards clearly.
I'm right here. You have the final say whether to fight or not. The premise is, can you guarantee that we can pry away the food in the hands of so many of us?
After arranging these arrangements, Li Qing asked his godson to continue to follow Zhu Yong to count and bury the Ming soldiers who died in the battle, and asked him to continue to be Zhu Yong's personal soldier, and no longer cared about him.
The danger has basically been eliminated, so there is no need to take too much care of it. It is always necessary to let it endure some hardships and endure some hardships.
Three days later, the cave dwelling was fully completed and everyone moved into the cave dwelling, eliminating the risk of severe winter frostbite or even freezing to death.
Everyone no longer has to crowd into tents, especially the tribesmen. They can live with their families, and everyone's face is filled with joy.
It is true that living in a cave is not very comfortable, but at least you don't have to suffer from the cold, and the food is not that good, but you don't have to go hungry.
With so many people gathered together and 50,000 soldiers from the Ming Dynasty, there was no need to worry about being robbed.
Having a place to live, food to eat, and no need to worry is a good life for each tribe.
In fact... they just want to live, including those who come to plunder.
In this era, many people spend all their energy just living.
Li Qing doesn't like war, so he wants to promote the integration of internal and external customs. However, this is destined to take a long time...
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The days passed day by day, during which enemies invaded from time to time, but with the resistance of the Ming army and various tribes, the enemies returned without success.
After more than a month, no one came. gòйЪ.ōΓg
Peaceful life always passes quickly, and the Chinese New Year is here in the blink of an eye...
The second year of Chenghua, the first day of the Lunar New Year.
Shuaiying.
Li Qing and Shi Heng sat opposite each other, with Zhu Yong accompanying them. The pot was steaming, the soup was surging, the meat slices were undulating, and the alluring aroma filled the nostrils.
Li Hong stood far away from the tent with a grimace on his face, swallowing hard.
But Li Qing didn't say anything, and he didn't dare to step forward. In this commander's camp, no matter his seniority or official position, there was no reason for him to take the table.
Zhu Yong looked back and said with a smile: "Yong Qinghou, there are so many dishes, we can't finish them all, why not...let Xiao Li come over and eat some?"
"I have a big appetite." Li Qing didn't take it seriously and reached for the wine bottle.
Zhu Yong quickly grabbed it and poured him a glass, then poured another glass for Shi Heng, and finally it was his turn.
After pouring the wine, he raised his glass and said: "I respect the Marquis Yongqing and the Marquis Wuqing for my humble position."
Zhu Yong was excited. He knew the meaning behind the two big guys asking him to come drink.
Whether it is officialdom or the military, there is a principle of seniority.
The only person who can drink with the Marquis is the Marquis, not people from the same circle. Even if they want to, they will blend in.
Zhu Yong knew that it was almost certain that he, Uncle Funing, would be promoted to Marquis of Funing...
