Nanming Engineer

Chapter 451 Confrontation
Li Dayuzi crawled out of the ditch on the side of the road, covered in mud, except for the blinking eyes and the opening and closing mouth, there was no real color on his body, one shoe was missing on his foot, probably It got stuck in the mud and couldn't find it.

But it doesn't matter, the key is to save your life.

Thinking of the huge cavalry team pressing over like a black cloud just now, Li Daqian's legs became weak. If he hadn't been clever, he had plunged headlong into a muddy puddle by the roadside and hid himself at the very moment. Little life is in danger.

Standing upright on the side of the road with difficulty, looking at the sun above his head shining all over the earth, Li Daqian was a little dazed, the sound of horseshoes rumbling like thunder had gone away, and the smoke and dust in the sky also slowly subsided, but he knew that those The Mongolian soldiers stayed at Yajiao Fort twenty miles away, and you don't need to look at this to know.

The eldest brother is really wise, Yajiao Fort is not allowed, and the Mongolian soldiers choose this place when they cross the border. Although the oil and water are rich, it is not a long-term plan.

If I had known that I would encounter Mongolian soldiers on this trip, I would not have come out.Li Dayu thought to himself, looking around, trying to find out where the eldest brother is.

"Brother!" he shouted, digging out a piece of mud from his mouth.

The strong wind blew past, and the bloody smell on the ground was blown straight into his nose, making him shiver uncontrollably.

On the road and by the roadside, there are corpses everywhere, lying down, on their backs, or decapitated.Not a single one was alive.

The bandits and the pigs were crossed and dead together, some of them were obviously struggling, and they held weapons in their hands; On the cart, the things that were originally full are now empty, and some broken things are thrown all over the floor.

"Your mother, this is more vicious than our bandits." Li Dayu wiped his mouth and muttered.

A groan of "woo woo" came, which attracted the attention of Mr. Li. He searched and found his eldest brother under a cart.

Meng Lao Er was slashed twice and was hit to the point. He seemed to be dying, but he didn't die. He hummed and looked at Mr. Li, who leaned over and grabbed his hand.

"Brother!" Li Dayu's eyes were a little red: "Can you still hold on?"

Meng Laoer's eyes were slack, he shook his head slightly, wriggled his mouth with difficulty, and made a mosquito-like sound.

Mr. Li leaned his ear over and could barely hear what he was saying: "Quick, quick, go to the grassland and inform the nobles of the Horqin tribe. The soldiers of the Khalkha tribe are coming. Inform them and you can get a reward." Silver, you, you take the silver, go back to the cottage, give it to my wife, return it, and protect me, my son."

Mr. Li held his hand tightly and nodded.

Meng Laoer showed a look of relief on his face, and continued to pant and said: "Li Dazi, I, I know that you are the most loyal, it all depends on... woo~~~!"

Li Dayu laughed, and slowly pulled out the knife inserted into Meng Laoer's chest. The knife came out through the chest, and the blade was full of blood.

"Brother, don't worry, my sister-in-law and son will be handed over to me!" Mr. Li said with a cruel smile: "I won't go to the Mongols, I know, you are afraid that I will go back and copy your private possessions." Yinzi, coaxed me to go to the Mongols to lead me to death! You are so damn kind to me! Brother!"

Meng Lao Er's eyes were wide open, and with the last of his strength he grabbed the lapel of Li Dayu's son, but that was all. In the next second, the soldier died suddenly.

With a "hum" in his nostrils, Li Dayu wiped the dagger on Meng Lao Er's clothes, turned his back around his waist, and sat down next to the corpse, panting for breath.

He thought about it for a while, looked in the direction of Yajiaobao, then looked at the way he came, and spat on the ground suddenly: "Bah! I don't want to suffer when the gods fight! Just call me back and forth, I will go back." Went to copy the foundation of the cottage, used the money, recruited soldiers and horses, gathered hundreds of minions, I want to be the big brother, and collect road money, hehe, what a joy!"

He stood up, searched in the pool of blood, packed his bundle, and staggered along the way he came.

……

Outside Yajiao Fort, Zhang Jianchun and Bentar Khan simply docked, and then recruited Liu Wei, and discussed with a map, and then stayed for a while. The brigade of cavalry followed behind Liu Wei, Along the side of the inner Great Wall close to the pass, they left in a mighty whip.

At the end of the army, there was a small group of scouts who were different. They were all smiling, talking to each other, and showing off some of the things they carried on their horses. These things were strange, ranging from porcelain to iron. Sophisticated cupboards.

I didn't expect to meet a group of Han people on the road, and they were pushing a cart to transport their belongings. How could such a good thing be let go? It is clean and the movements are extremely neat.

With this example, they are full of hope for the coming days. After all, the livelihood of the family this winter depends on the harvest of entering the customs with the Great Khan.

The cavalry is like a cloud, sweeping the earth.

……

Dorgon knew nothing about what happened in Yajiaobao.

The Mongolian soldiers he led were mainly the men and horses of the Mongolian Eight Banners, as well as the tribal soldiers of the Horqin and Chahar tribes. He was not at ease with the Khalkha tribe who was not very tame.In addition, the direction of Shaanxi also needs Mongols to defend, so too many Mongolian tribes were not recruited to bring with them.

And from a common sense point of view, the soldiers brought are enough to sweep Shanhaiguan again. A few years ago, Duoduo and Azige conquered Li Zicheng, and the troops they brought were no more than this time.

Dorgon focused all his attention on Shiling Pass in front of him.

A fat sheep is grilling on the fire, "sizzling" oily flowers, with a tangy aroma, which can seduce the deepest gluttons hidden in people's stomachs.

It was already dark, and the Manchu and Mongolian nobles gathered together, sitting around, enjoying the dinner in the army.

It's just that the atmosphere was a bit depressing. Dorgon held a bowl of kumiss and put it to his mouth, but he didn't drink it. His eyes were focused on a foot in front of him, dazed, as if there was something strange there.

In fact, it is just an ordinary piece of dirt.

He didn't speak, and no one dared to make a sound. Everyone sat cross-legged on the felt blanket, exchanging eyes and gestures with each other.

After a while, probably because he was tired from carrying the bowl, Dorgon touched the bowl to his mouth as if in a dream, put it down, and stared at everyone.

The people cheered up, quickly stopped their small movements, and straightened their backs.

Scanning around with his eyes, Dorgon put his hands on his knees, and said calmly: "Tell me, how much is the damage in today's battle?"

(End of this chapter)