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In this morning's battle, these spearmen of the 1,000th Corps of the Changsheng Battalion have experienced the fruits of their hard training and gained a lot.

At this time, this kind of opportunity comes again, who is willing to let it go?

In the Changsheng Camp, most of the cannon soldiers were recruits who attached themselves later, while the pike soldiers——are the root of the foundation.

Most of the commander-in-chief, commander-in-chief, and deputy commander-in-chief among these pikemen were old men who had been with Li Yuanqing in Zhenjiang, even Sanchahe, and Guangning.

Li Yuanqing occupied Changsheng Island and divided the land, houses, and women. They were the largest class with vested interests.

At this time, these dog Tatars are in front of me. How can they be Tatars?

This is clearly merit and money.

Whether he can earn a family fortune for his wife and children, whether he can enjoy the glory of an officer and move to a higher level, this is the moment.

"Stab to the right-----stab!"

Accompanied by the excited and almost deformed shouts of the officers, rows of gun heads reflecting the golden light of the sunset rushed straight towards the Tatars who had not yet had time to investigate the situation on the city.

"Haha. You idiots, do you want to perform?" A strong man with a Han army banner wearing a white flag couldn't help laughing loudly.

He really couldn't understand why these pikemen were useless on such a narrow city. As long as they held up their shields, these smart dogs would be slaughtered by them immediately.

But for a moment, as all the Ming army's spearheads suddenly deviated from the direction, the strong man with the Han army flag instinctively felt that the situation was not right, and hurriedly wanted to hold up his shield and protect it on the left side of his body, but he only heard "stab la".

Then there was a 'pop' sound, and there was a severe pain in his waist and abdomen that he had never experienced before, and could not even imagine.

He raised his head sharply, wanting to look at the face of the Ming army soldier in front of him, and wanting to see what happened.

But before he could raise his eyelids, he suddenly felt a tearing pain in his waist and abdomen, and a laughter in a familiar language rang in his ears, "Haha, you dog Tatar, go to hell."

A Ming army spearman suddenly picked up his body, threw it to the ground, stepped on his body with his big foot, pulled him back violently, and pulled out the spear inserted in his body.

He quickly and orderly retreated to the back.

Next to them, every Ming army made almost the same movements, and on the ground, there were only Tatar corpses all over the ground.

Not far away, Chen Zhong couldn't help laughing: "Yuan Qing, now our brothers are going to get rich again."

Li Yuanqing's mood also brightened, and he said with a smile: "Brother, where are we now? It's only more than 100 in the morning, why can't we get the whole 1,800 now? Otherwise, the brothers won't be able to share enough."

Since Huang Taiji is not convinced, it is easy. He must be convinced today.

Auxiliary soldiers are already on standby on both sides. Once there is a gap, they will rush forward to collect the corpses of these Tatars and maintain the space on the city head.

This is mainly because the Changsheng camp’s method of discussing merit is different from that of the traditional Ming army.

In the Changsheng Camp, there are always four governors in each command. Even if they can't see the whole picture, they can roughly see the performance of the soldiers. In addition, the soldiers all know their own military exploits and will report to the governor after the war.

The report was carefully checked by the town governor, then reported to the superior officer, and finally reported to Li Yuanqing.

In other words, the Changsheng Battalion's military exploits were not measured by cutting off the heads of Tatars, but by their performance on the battlefield.

This time, unlike other Ming soldiers, who finally killed a Tatar and hurriedly went to cut off the head, but the head was not cut off yet, but was killed by the Tatar who followed behind.

What a confused guy.

This method has already given Li Yuanqing a taste of the sweetness. In the next step, he will further increase the intensity and number of people to suppress him. Even, to the extreme, he will send a suppressor to every Jiali to count military achievements on the one hand, and on the other hand

, also like an instructor in later generations, helping soldiers deal with various problems.

Chen Zhong couldn't help but smile.

It was impossible to remove the heads of eight hundred Tatars from a thousand children. After all, the terrain on top of the city was limited and too narrow. But with good luck, it was not difficult to remove the heads of two, three hundred, and three to four hundred levels.

It's a pity that his sons have not mastered this technology and can only be reduced to spectators at this time.

"Yuan Qing, we have an agreement. You must not hide your secrets when stabbing to the right." Chen Zhong warned Li Yuanqing again.

Li Yuanqing smiled and said, "Don't worry, brother. I won't forget this."

But as long as the two of them chatted.

On the side of Duan Xiliang's 1,000 Corps, three rows of spearmen have already gone out. In the open area at the top of the city, hundreds of Tatar corpses have gathered, but there are almost no casualties on the Ming army's side.

Li Yuanqing saw that the terrain was getting narrower and narrower, and he hurriedly shouted: "Come here, call the auxiliary soldiers to clear these corpses to both sides."

"Yes." The command was quickly conveyed.

The auxiliary soldiers on standby on both sides worked in pairs, lifted a Tatar corpse, and piled it toward the pile of sand and soil bags not far away.

But the Hou Jin army behind them was very fast, and these auxiliary soldiers could not rush into the middle. When they saw that Tatars were coming up again, they had to retreat.

At this time, Zhezhen, under the cover of five or six white and red armors, rushed to the top of the city.

More than a hundred people have rushed up, but it 'only blooms but does not bear fruit', and there is no feedback at all from below. Zheqian is also a little impatient and can't help but rush up personally to see what is going on above.

Climbing up to the top of the city, four white armors instantly dispersed around, protecting Zhezhen firmly. Next to them, there were two red armors standing guard to protect Zhezhen's safety.

Zhe Zhen is less than 0 this year, he is in the prime of life, and his reactions are extremely sensitive. Like a black bear looking for food, he scanned the surroundings and instantly realized that the situation was not right.

The corpses of his warriors were everywhere around him, and on the opposite side, rows of spears shining with the golden light of the sun were about to charge over again.

How rich is Zie Yuan’s battle experience?

In an instant, I felt a fatal sense of crisis, and my face changed drastically, "Back off, back off! Get back quickly."

As he said that, he didn't have time to think, so he jumped onto the ladder first and climbed down as hard as he could, while shouting loudly, "Young men, get back first. I want to see the master."

Zhe Zhen reacted quickly, but several of his minions in white armor and red armor stood too far forward because they wanted to protect him, but they were not as lucky as him. In a moment, they had been dressed like human meat skewers.

', and fell to the wall in pain.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

The Ming troops on the top of the city shouted loudly, but Zhenqian had no time to pay attention. He shouted "Get back" and quickly ran behind the bunker.

Zhezhen was very senior in the post-Jin army.

Seeing him like this, the soldiers of the Hou Jin Army behind also slowed down and retreated behind the bunker one after another. They did not dare to step forward rashly. However, there was no order to retreat from behind, so they did not dare to retreat and could only freeze.

In situ.

Seeing this, the Ming army at the top of the city cheered louder and louder, soaring into the sky.

Oboi below quickly asked: "Uncle Zheqian, what on earth happened? If you retreat in the face of battle, you will be beheaded."

Zhe Zhen said hurriedly: "Obai, uncle doesn't have time to explain so much to you now. The Ming army is much stronger than we thought. If I am executed by my master, my tribe will be handed over to you. You must

Remember to avenge me."

"Uncle Zhe Zhen..." Obai wanted to say something more, but Zhe Zhen was already running back quickly.

Looking at Zhe Zhen's back, Obai was a little distracted for a moment. Zhe Zhen's uncle explained that the army was very powerful. Is this Li Yuanqing really that strong?

…………

Behind him, the Jin army was fighting. Huang Taiji had already noticed that something was wrong. When he saw Zhe Zhen rushing back in a hurry, his face was so gloomy that he seemed to be dripping with water.

However, Zhe Zhen had no time to think so much. He knelt down in front of Huang Taiji and said, "Master, Ming Army, no, this, this Li Yuanqing is too cunning. He set up a spear array at the top of the city.

, our son-in-law can’t rush forward at all.”

As he spoke, his nose burst into tears and he kowtowed as hard as he could.

"You slave dog, how dare you run away from the battle and disturb the morale of our army! Here comes someone! Drag him down and chop him down." Huang Taiji shouted sternly.

Immediately, several vests rushed over from the side, lifted up Zheqian's body, and tried to drag it down.

Zhe Zhen hurriedly shouted: "Master, Li Yuanqing is well prepared and the city is strong. It is unwise to attack by force. It is unwise. Master, think twice."

Huang Taiji had a gloomy face, no longer as calm as before, and his face was ashen.

Next to him, why didn’t He Heli understand what Huang Taiji meant?

He hurriedly said: "Master Ba, this is not to escape intentionally, but to report this important information to you. Isn't it too harsh to punish him? He is my warrior of Dayin."

On the side, Mang Gurtai also hurriedly said: "Eighth brother, he is a brave man who has been punished. You, you, you should give him another chance?"

Zhe Yuan was Huang Taiji's confidant, how could Huang Taiji be willing to kill him?

But if you don't make a gesture when you've been wronged and run away, how can you convince the public?

Calmly, he glanced at Daishan next to him.

At this time, how could Daishan not give Huang Taiji face? "Eighth brother, you will not be punished until you die. His information is very important to us, so let's just give him a slap in the face."

Seeing Daishan's words, Huang Taiji nodded slowly, waved his hand to stop the slaves in front of him, and shouted: "Sorry, you escaped before the battle, ruined our offensive, and disturbed the morale of our army. Do you know your guilt?"

Zhe Zhen was released by the soldiers, and he quickly crawled to Huang Taiji's side on his knees, kowtowing desperately, "Master, I know my sin, I know my sin."

Huang Taiji kicked Zhe Yuan away and said, "You little slave, the death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot be forgiven. Come, give him fifty military sticks. Zhe Yuan, are you convinced?"

Zhe Zhen didn't dare to say anything, so he quickly kowtowed, "I'm convinced. I'm convinced."

"Take it down."
To be continued...