The three scouts wandered around the outer edge of the dense forest blocking the way, and then met together.
"Do you smell it?" one of the scouts said.
"It smells of blood, our brothers were killed."
The three scouts looked deep into the dense forest, and then looked at the fire in the direction of Qingshui Castle.
"These Jurchen barbarians unexpectedly rushed out and disrupted our army's formation when they wanted to ask our army for emergency support."
"You two go back and report to General Shi first that there is indeed an ambush. I will go in more and see how many of them there are."
"be careful."
"Don't worry, I, Lao Zhang, have a great destiny, and the Lord of Hell will not dare to accept it." After the scout finished speaking, he drove his horse slowly into the dense forest.
Usually there are many birds and beasts roaring deep in the forest, but now there is no sound in the dense forest.
The scout did not dare to go deep and just wandered around the edge of the dense forest.
Suddenly he heard slight footsteps.
People in the depths of the forest touched it.
At that moment, he immediately became vigilant, drew out his weapon, and then shouted into the depths of the forest: "Master Ming Dynasty is here. If you are not afraid of death, follow you, Grandpa Zhang."
After saying that, the scout quickly exited the dense forest on his horse.
When they saw the scout trying to run, the people who were walking through the dense forest immediately quickened their pace, ran out, and took out an arrow from the arrow holder behind them.
In the dim moonlight, he bent his bow and shot an arrow at the scout's back.
But the scout was extremely clever and knew that the Jurchens often hunted and had unique shooting skills. His brother might have been accidentally killed by a hidden arrow just now.
The scout didn't look at the arrow, he just counted five numbers silently in his mind and then lay down.
The five-number time is for the Jurchens to aim.
Sure enough, when the scout lay down, an arrow flew past his head.
The scout also took advantage of this time to run away.
"Bah, I told Lao Zhang that my life is hard and you can't take it away."
The Jurchen hit the nearby trees hard, probably out of reluctance.
At the Ming army's camp, hundreds of soldiers collected hay and firewood dozens of meters in front of the military formation.
A dozen horse-repelling pillars were arranged behind it, hoping to block the cavalry attack from the front.
Mr. Deng and Liu Tong were extremely anxious.
They were patrolling outside. If Qingshui Fort was breached and ransacked by the Jurchens, then those who led the troops would be guilty of a serious crime.
But Shi Biao was riding on the horse with a normal expression.
Are you really not afraid of this guy from the capital?
How could Shi Biao not be afraid? He was also afraid that his judgment would be wrong. His expression was usually fake. Although Shi Biao was brave and had fought with the Mongols with real swords and guns under the walls of Beijing, but, this was his first time. Lead the army alone.
The most important thing is that it was his old uncle Shi Heng who promoted the military strategy.
Losing the Qingshui Fort would be a serious crime. If these 1,500 soldiers were defeated, it would be even more serious than losing the Qingshui Fort.
Because if the Ming army loses the real first battle against the Jurchens, how can they fight in the future? If not, their old uncle will be imprisoned again.
He could only bet once, that the Ming army in Qingshui Fort could withstand the Jurchens' attack, and that there were people among the Jurchens who could understand the art of war.
After a while, the two scouts turned around.
"General Shi, there are indeed bandits in the dense forest ahead. Zhang Heng went in to investigate and asked the two of us to quickly turn around and report."
After listening to the words of the two scouts, the sigh in Shi Biao's chest also dropped.
It seems that what I thought was indeed good, there are indeed people among the Jurchens who are skilled in the art of war.
"In one hour, if the Jurchens don't attack us, we will march quickly to help Qingshui Fort." Shi Biao ordered.
Let the soldiers prepare for battle and also prepare for a rapid march.
He knew that for the Jurchens, the things in Qingshui Castle were dispensable, but the baggage, clothing, weapons, and horses of his fifteen hundred people were what they wanted most.
There has been no movement for a month. It can only be said that they are afraid that they will not be able to eat one bite and want to unite with people from other tribes.
Although he didn't know how many people the Jurchens had gathered, Shi Biao also knew that they couldn't run away. If they hurriedly withdraw, it would only encourage the Jurchens' arrogance, and the border patrol strategy would be useless.
I, Shi Biao, lead thousands of athletes to fight this first battle for Ming Dynasty.
Let the Jurchens know.
Who is the real master of Liaodong?
Qingshui Fort is only more than twenty miles away from the dense forest where the Jurchens are hiding, and the ambush place is less than ten miles away from the current position of the Ming army.
When Tuoyi Mo arrived, he saw Bu Huatu, Fan Cha, Lang Puerha and others looking impatient.
Fancha is Dong Shan's uncle. The two uncles and nephews had a dispute twenty years ago, and their relationship has not recovered as before. Li Manzhu's son Buhuabald, and Mao Lian's son Lang Puerha, the son of Erxun. They are all Dong Shan’s ancestors.
The fathers of these people lived in Korea, and their slave status in Korea was pardoned by Yongle Emperor Zhu Di. Jianzhou Guards were assigned to live with them, and they were granted official positions.
But now these people are no longer their parents.
They no longer had any respect for the Ming Dynasty, and they wanted to obtain more living resources.
After seeing Tuoyi Mo, Fan Cha was very dissatisfied and said: "Didn't you say that when the battle at Qingshui Fort started, the Ming army would rush over? We have been guarding here for so long, why haven't we seen the Ming army coming? I only saw Ming army scouts."
This time, 300 people were dispatched from various Haixi tribes, 400 men were dispatched by Mao Lian's tribe, 400 men were led by Buhua Tu, the Jianzhou Guard Li Manzhu Division, and more than 300 men were led by Jianzhou Right Guard Fancha himself. In addition to the 600 people from Jianzhou Zuowei Dongshan's headquarters, this time the Jurchens had more than 2,000 people, and they also rode out all the adult horses in the camp.
Almost all the elites were brought out.
The weapons in the hands of the Ming army, the armor on their bodies, their war horses, the equipment on their military carriages, their quilts, and their dry food were all things that the Jurchens dreamed of.
"Have you been discovered by the Ming army's scouts?" Tuoyimo asked quickly.
"The scout who came the first time was killed by me, but the one who came the second time was more clever and ran away." Lang Puerha, the son of Baerxun, said coldly.
Co-author The Ming army was unwilling to support Qingshui Fort, not because their strategy was not up to par, but because these guys were discovered.
"I think they don't dare to come over. Why don't we retreat too, knock down the Qingshui Fort, divide the contents inside, and everyone returns to the camp." Buhua Tu also said.
He was still afraid of the Ming army.
In fact, the current Jurchens do not have very strong fighting power. Although Li Manzhu's tribe is said to have more than 10,000 people, only insiders know what it is like in the tribe.
"How much can a small Qingshui Fort have? As long as we defeat the Ming army in front, we can go deep into Fushun without any worries. By then, we will have the population, cattle and sheep, and this big war will not be in vain." As soon as he heard that Buhua Tu wanted to withdraw, Tuoyi Mo said quickly.
After withdrawing, the work would be in vain.
"Where's Dong Shan? Why haven't your people arrived yet? Do you want us to fight the Ming army first?" Fancha snorted coldly.
Tuoyi Mo glanced at Fancha.
"Amma is attacking Qingshui Castle. It won't be long before she can escape and come to support us."
Lang Pu'erha is not a softie. He is considered to be the best among the Jurchens in archery, horse riding, and archery. He hopes to have a head-on confrontation with the Ming army.
"If we don't fight, how can we explain to the tribe if we go back empty-handed?" Lang Pu'erha said coldly.
This also played into the hands of several leaders.
If you don't bring something back, how can you be worthy of your tribe?
The level of civilization of the Jurchens is very low, and their ability to deal with risks is also very low. They have almost no food reserves. Now in winter, it is difficult to find prey even if they go hunting in the mountains. They only have food and clothing, the most basic necessities of life. Can rely on Ming Dynasty.
Fancha thought for a while and took a look at Buhua Bald.
"Fight or not."
"let's hit."
"This fight will really make you the enemy of Ming Dynasty."
"As long as we can kill all these hundreds of Ming troops, no one will know that it was us who did it. By then, Liaodong's border patrol policy will fall apart. We don't need to take the risk if we come to plunder again. Even if they become enemies, I don't think they dare to attack our camp." Tuoyi Mo quickly fanned the flames.
"It's better to be an enemy than to watch your clan members die." Lang Pu'erha said coldly, and then pulled out his long knife.
After watching Lang Puerha pull out his weapons, Fancha, Buhua Tu and others had no choice. They all pulled out their weapons and decided to launch the first frontal challenge of the Jurchens to the Ming army.
"Warriors of the Maolian tribe, fight for our parents, wives and children, fight for our tribe, and fight for the mountain fire and the god of trees." Lang Pu'er shouted loudly.
The Jurchen people believe in shamanism, and they believe that the form of the true god is not single.
Mountains, rivers and flowing water can become gods.
However, the Mongolians believe in shamanism, Tengger, and Immortality, which does not belong to the same sect.
After hearing what Lang Puerha said, the people of the Maolian tribe took out their weapons one after another, including short knives, long knives, and axes for cutting trees...
There are all kinds of weapons, and among the three hundred Jurchens of the Maolian tribe, only a dozen of them are wearing rusty armor.
Their voices were very mixed. Some shouted to fight for the god of trees, while others shouted to fight for the ethnic group...
Lang Pu'erha didn't care about the details. He took the lead, rushed out of the dense forest, and rushed towards the Ming army's torch.
Fancha sighed, looked at Buhua Tu, and said, "Then let's see how far the Ming army has retreated."
When Fancha was a boy, he also marched with the Ming army. It was his exposure to the Ming army with strict military discipline that made him fear the Ming army like tigers and wolves.
Buhua Tu nodded, then raised his weapon and shouted: "Kill."
Thousands of Jurchen tribesmen rushed out of the dense forest and headed towards the direction of the Ming army's torches, shouting to kill and the sound of horse hooves making a chaotic noise.
But Tuo Yimo, who followed the Jurchen tribe in the attack, quietly left the army.
But Zhang Heng did not stay away. When he heard the sound of horse hooves coming from deep in the dense forest, he was startled and quickly adjusted his direction and sprinted towards the direction of the Ming army camp.
"Enemy attack, enemy attack."
Zhang Heng shouted while running.
After reaching the edge of the camp, quickly go around behind it.
After a pause, a killing cry came...
Shi Biao shouted: "Meet the enemy..."
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