On the open area at the foot of Siming Mountain, Boluo stood on a horse, with flags floating behind him, and war generals standing in front of him, forty thousand troops arranged in an army formation, full of murderous intent.

Although it is a slap in the face, as the commander, if there are any mistakes, you have to correct them.

Boluo had a gloomy face and found a step by himself, "Well, since the Ming army adopted the strategy of splitting and attacking, then Ben Beile would strengthen the remaining power of Taizu and reappear in the Battle of Sarhu."

The generals around were all busy echoing, but they were all warriors, and they couldn't hide the trouble in their hearts, and their expressions could not be concealed. No matter how they looked, they felt a bit perfunctory.

Boluo was very jealous of himself. Seeing this, he was stabbed, and continued with a blushing face: "Zhu Yihai sent troops north and could arrive at Jinhua City as early as eight days. Now, even if the scouts took three days to report the message, Ben Beile still had five days. Two days to return to Jinhua, and three days were enough to deal with Zhao Manzi."

As he said that, he glanced at everyone and sneered: "At that time, there was a fierce man in the Ming army, Liu Jingliu Dadao. This man used a 120-pound tar iron sword, which was like flying. It was much more powerful than Zhao Tiebang, but it was not defeated by our Qing Dynasty. Today, Japan's Beile broke Zhao Tiebang first and then captured Zhu Yihai!"

One hundred and twenty kilograms are equivalent to an adult man. Thinking about how one person can dance an adult so hard that he can tell Liu Dadao's horror.

Such a terrifying person, forty thousand soldiers attacked Sarhu, but was killed by the Eight Banners soldiers.

Zhao Tiezhu is powerful, but he is still a little worse than Liu Dadao, the most powerful general in the late Ming Dynasty.

Hearing what he said, all the generals were cheering up, especially the generals. When they heard Sarhu, they were like they were injected with chicken blood.

Boro nodded with satisfaction, and then shouted loudly: "Junta, you are the vanguard, attack the mountain immediately, and you will definitely defeat the bandits today."

"Zha! I'm going to take the order!" Junta immediately saluted Qian'er.

The Quasi-Tao is not an unknown person. This is the person who led his army to pacify Shandong and forced him to surrender to Xuzhou Town.

He was a general of the Zhen Manchu Principal White Banner, and he also had the title of Batulu, but he was not famous later on Oboi.

Junta received the order, and then stood up, turned around and left, preparing to mobilize Zhen Manchu to attack the mountain.

At this time, on Siming Mountain, Zhao Ming, surrounded by soldiers, came to Dazhang.

"Why did the Grand Marshal Jiannu suddenly attack?" Wang Chaoxian asked.

Looking down from the mountainside, I saw 40,000 Qing troops. The army was strong, with spears like forests, flags and war horses sniffing. The murderous aura emitted by the long-term battle made the generals of the Ming army a little timid.

At this time, thousands of white-armored soldiers turned over and dismounted and began to make arrangements at the foot of the mountain. They held shields and wore heavy armor, and stood in front with two shuttle guns hanging behind them. There were many archers behind them, holding hard bows, quiver hanging around their waists, short axes and waist knives, and were well-equipped.

Zhao Ming glanced at it and said in a deep voice: "It must be your highness who sent the troops, Boluo is anxious!"

As he said that, Zhao Ming looked at everyone with a solemn expression, "According to the agreement, Your Highness has now marched towards Jinhua, and Boluo must want to defeat me first, then use the advantage of the horse army to quickly return to Jinhua to defeat Your Highness. In this battle, as long as we defend for two or three days, Boluo will be in a dilemma!"

Last time he entered the Yangtze River, Zhao Ming only formulated strategies and made specific operations on the battlefield, but Li Chengdong, who had rich combat experience, was fighting. This time, Zhao Ming personally commanded the army to fight.

But after all, it was defense, and after landing, he practiced his hand with Ma Guanghui, so Zhao Ming was not worried about facing the 40,000 elite Qing army.

At this time, Zhao Ming said solemnly: "Brothers, whether Jinhua can be rescued depends on whether we can withstand it." As he said, he glanced at the generals and then shouted: "Send the order, each guard should guard the formation, and those who retreat should be killed! Jintang Guards, Bai Fan soldiers, and the Ghost Soldiers are mobile and ready to reinforce each guard at any time!"

"Here!" The generals looked solemn, and their armor clasped their fists rustling.

Zhao Ming waved his fist and shouted: "If you don't win this battle, you will die! The Ming Dynasty will win!"

"The Ming Dynasty will win!" The generals responded, and the shouts spread across the military formation. The soldiers of the Ming army shouted to give themselves courage!

After all, not long after the defeat in eastern Zhejiang, the Ming army soldiers were afraid of the elite Qing army, especially the Eight Banners soldiers.

Zhao Ming and others shouted for a while. Seeing that the Qing army had already completed the whole team, they immediately ordered the generals, "Let's return to their own formation!"

The generals of the Ming army returned to their own military formations, and at this time, a horn sounded in the Qing army, and the Qing soldiers began to step forward.

Nearly three thousand white-armored soldiers lined up to move forward. They did not shout like the Ming army, but just moved silently, but made the Ming soldiers feel overwhelmed with pressure.

On the white-armored soldiers, there were three thousand troops on the left and right wings, but they were green camp soldiers.

"Boluo is really arrogant. He wants to attack the general's central army, break through from the front, and defeat him." Zhao Ming looked at the Qing army and said in a deep voice: "I ordered the king to first, let him guard the front line, and don't embarrass me!"

Zhao Ming had only 20,000 troops, of which 5,000 were stationed troops, and the rest were the rebels who came to help the war after hearing his name.

If Zhao Ming does not perform better and shows his strength, how can Zhao Ming command the rebel army in the future to convince the rebel army and follow him?

"Here!" The messenger went to send the message immediately.

At this time, the dynasty's first five thousand Dinghai Guards were waiting for the battle. The muskets were raised, the bows and arrows were opened, the swords and shields were soldiers behind them, and the spear clasped the weapons tightly and stopped shouting.

After Dinghaiwei, the military police of the Pacification Division stood in a row with swords, and the musketeers behind them also raised the musketeers, but they were not killing the enemy, but were preparing to shoot and kill the retreating soldiers and supervise the battle.

At this time, on the top of the mountain, one of the few field Folang cannons of the Ming army began to fire at the Qing army.

Zhao Ming had not started to manufacture small cannons, and there were very few cannons in the infantry, with only more than twenty Folang machines.

Such a few cannons scattered into the army of tens of thousands, and it didn't work at all. Zhao Ming gathered these cannons together to form a cannon manager for centralized use.

At this time, Chen Yujie saw the Qing army approaching, and immediately waved the flag in his hand and shouted loudly, "Fire the cannon!"

On the cannon formation, twenty Franco cannons immediately opened fire at the same time. The cannon body retreated back, smoke rose up, and shells roared out.

The Ming army was lined up by the mountain, and artillery could be driven behind the infantry on the front line. The artillery roared over the head of the Ming army and smashed the Qing army's infantry formation to raise balls of soil, causing the Ming soldiers to cheer.

Almost at the moment of shelling, the Quasi-Tao pulled out the battle knife, pointed forward, and roared angrily: "Zhengbai Banner, assault!"

The white-armored soldiers lined up in an orderly manner, and suddenly shouted wildly at the moment when the military order was issued, and then raised their shield, held the shuttle flag in hand, and charged towards the Ming army in the wild...
Chapter completed!