The air was always waving in the sky. The sun hid in the dark clouds, and there was no cool breeze around it. The whole weather was extremely stuffy. Perhaps it was because the weather was too stuffy, and even small animals rarely appeared in the empty wilderness.

On a small path stepped out by animals and passing merchants, a vast army was walking neatly. Most of the people in this army were walking. These sergeants were wearing three-color camouflage uniforms with iron helmets on their heads, grass-green training boots on their feet, and "Zongbass" flintlock rifles on their shoulders.

These soldiers also carried a backpack on their bodies, with kettles, ammunition bags, bayonets and other fragments on their waists. As for the iron armor on these soldiers, they were all placed in the cart of the baggage battalion and were pulled by a pack horse. After all, if the soldiers were still wearing dozens of kilograms of iron armor in this stuffy weather, it would be too burdened to the sergeant. Even so, dozens of sergeants suffered from physical exhaustion and heatstroke, and finally they had to be sent to the medical battalion for the nurses to take care of them.

In a big cart, a green camouflage uniform set off her slim figure, Zhang Bailing was fixing her ankle with a splint for a sergeant who had sprained her ankle. While fixing it, she also instructed: "Your injury is nothing. I have applied herbs to you. I will help you remove the splint in two days. I will probably be able to walk, but you must not move before this, otherwise if you become a cripple in the future, don't blame me."

After a few months in Jiangning Army, Zhang Bailing's image changed drastically. Her original slim and weak appearance disappeared, replaced by her still slim but agile figure. Her skin color changed from a bit morbid pale to a healthy red with wheat, and even her speech became much louder.

The soldier was about twenty-one or two years old, with dark skin and honest eyes. He looked at Zhang Bailing who was bandaging his wound. He smelled the faint fragrance with the unique fragrance of women in his nose. His face was slightly red. He looked at Zhang Bailing with a shy look and avoided. He said shyly: "Thank you, Sister Bai Ling!"

"Thank you, isn't this what I should do?" Zhang Bailing smiled heartily. After she finished speaking, she clapped her hands, "Okay, it's okay. You can get out of the ground and walk in two days at most. What you have to do now is stay in the car honestly and don't get out of the ground, do you understand?"

"clear!"

"That's good."

Zhang Bailing smiled heartily and jumped out of the car and prepared to leave.

"Sister Bai Ling!"

The sergeant called Zhang Bailing from behind.

"Is there something wrong?" Zhang Bailing turned around.

The sergeant gritted his teeth and lowered his head, not daring to look at Zhang Bailing's eyes. He nodded twice and whispered: "Thank you...thank you."

"Didn't you say it long ago? This is what I should have done." Zhang Bailing waved her hand and walked towards another big cart.

Seeing Zhang Bailing's slim figure disappearing into the team, the young sergeant then took his eyes back.

"Young man, stop looking, you can't pull out your eyes if you look again." A slightly joking voice sounded next to him. The young soldier didn't need to look at it to know that this was Ye Busuo from the Liaodong Guanning Army who was rescued by his cavalry yesterday.

It was Lao Wang who was rescued by Yang Daniu yesterday and was placed in the medical camp. After being injected with antibiotics, Lao Wang's high fever finally subsided. However, because he was old and his body was still weak, he was arranged to go to the medical camp to act with the army. This scene was clearly taken into consideration by Lao Wang.

Old Wang has lived for most of his life and has never experienced anything. In addition, he has been a night for so many years and has been so poisonous. He has long seen the sergeant's little thoughts. He smiled and said, "Young man, have you fallen in love with someone? It doesn't matter. If you like it, tell her. Even if you always see her back, you won't know."

"What do you know? There are so many people who like Sister Bai Ling and the others. How could she fall in love with me?" The young soldier shook his head gently: "Sister Bai Ling and the others used to be too hard, and they would not get married."

"Oh, let's talk, why is this? I took a look today. How could there be so many women in the medical camp we are in now? At first I thought it was the army that followed the army...what." Old Wang finally swallowed the word "prostitute" because he saw the angry eyes of the young soldier. He could guarantee that if he dared to say that word, the young man would pounce over and fight with him. Even so, Old Wang could still clearly feel the angry eyes of the young soldier.

"Okay, it seems that the old man, I, was wrong. They are all good women. But the old man is strange. How could you, lord, recruit such a group of women to serve as the doctor of the army? You know, we are doing a blood-licking job, and it is impossible to argue with a group of women to fight, right?" The clever old Wangtou quickly changed the subject.

"Hmph... what do you know!" If you were to fight, the young soldier was not a match for the old fox of ten tied one of them. He quickly revealed the origins of the medical camp and Zhang Bailing and others. Finally, he said a little disappointedly: "In our Jiangning Army, there are more people who like them, but Sister Bai Ling and others said openly a while ago that they don't want to get married in this life. Just like this group of people have lived together for the rest of their lives, we can't do anything."

"That's how..." Old Wang shook his head and smiled after hearing this. Time passed slowly as the team moved, and it was noon soon.

At noon, Zhao Rujiao, who was originally driving the way forward, hurriedly found Yang Feng, "Mr. Yang, this situation is a little wrong. It is logical that the closer we get to Dalinghebao, the more whistles the Tatars should be. Why did we rarely encounter the Tatars' whistles after several hours in a row? This is really abnormal?"

"Yes, I noticed it too." Yang Feng also frowned and said, "It is logical that our army came so vigorously that even the Tatars should know even if they were blind. According to the Tatars' virtue, what they should do is to send out whistles to investigate our movements and figure out our every move. But now they seem to have disappeared. This is not like the style of the Tatars, so I think there are only two reasons for the Tatars to do this. One is that the Tatars believed that they were not as good as us and ran away overnight. The other is that the Tatars were waiting for us in front of us."

Zhao Rujiao shook his head: "The Tartars have been used to being arrogant these years. Although they suffered a loss in the city of Jinzhou the day before yesterday, it was impossible for them to run away when they saw us. So it was only the second result, the Tartars were waiting for us in front of us."

"Well... I think so too." Yang Feng nodded and took out a map from his pocket, pointed to the southeast corner and said, "Now we are less than twenty miles away from Daling River Fort. If the Tatars want to snipe us, there is only one place that is the most suitable one, which is the Kucao Ridge fifteen miles away from Daling River Fort. There are two hills on both sides of this Kucao Ridge, and there is a two-mile narrow area in the middle. As long as Amin and Daishan are not too stupid, they will definitely intercept us here."

Speaking of this, Yang Feng showed a sneer on his face: "The Tartars may think they can deal with us by waiting for it. They are too naive."

"I think so too." Zhao Ruijiao looked at Yang Feng with a serious expression: "Brother Yang, I know that your Jiangning army has excellent weapons, especially the artillery, and the day before yesterday, it hit Daishan's Zhenghong Banner hard. However, my brother has been dealing with the Tartars for many years and has asked a lot about the Tartars, so I still want to remind you about some things."

Seeing that Zhao Rujiao was so serious, Yang Feng also said seriously: "Please speak with Lord Zhao."

"The most powerful thing about the Tartars is that their combat methods are versatile and fierce. In addition to their cavalry coming and going like the wind, their crossbows are also very sharp, and they will attack you from places you would not expect, so you must not underestimate the Tartars, otherwise they will suffer a loss one day."

Looking at Zhao Rujiao's unprecedented serious expression, Yang Feng took a deep breath and nodded solemnly, "Thank you, Brother Zhao, for reminding me, I've been taught."

This time, Yang Feng did not call him an official position, but solemnly called him Brother Zhao, which also shows that Yang Feng had taken the words of Zhao Lu Sect seriously. No matter what, at least Yang Feng had accepted the kindness shown to Zhao Lu Sect and was grateful.

Yang Feng, who was reminded by Zhao Shujiao, almost all the cavalry in his hand was spread out. They carried out a carpet-style search around them, and soon had results. They found a large number of Tartar troops in Kucaoling, with a number of at least 15,000 to 16,000.

"Brother Zhao, you are right. The Tartars really set up ambush in Kucaoling, and there are still quite a lot of them." After receiving the information from Ye Bu, Yang Feng and Zhao Rujiao got together to discuss it.

"Look..." Zhao Shujiao pointed to the map and said, "The Tartars arranged seven or eight thousand people on both sides of Kucao Ridge. If our troops want to cross Kucao Ridge, they must dismount and conduct a feint attack. Explain that our losses are too great. I am afraid that even if we fill all our troops in, we may not be able to take them down."

"No." Yang Feng shook his head: "According to the information Ye Bu received, Dai Shan has now joined forces with Amin, which means that the total strength of the Tartars has reached at least 26,000. Now there are only 16,000 Tartars on Kucao Ridge. So where are the remaining 10,000 Tartars?"

Speaking of this, Yang Feng and Zhao Rujiao looked at each other, and a chill broke out on both of them at the same time. They could imagine that if they were attacking Kucao Ridge fiercely, ten thousand Tatar cavalry suddenly came out from behind, explaining that more than 10,000 of them were all crowded on the road to Kucao Ridge, they would probably have the result of annihilation of the entire army and there was no place to run if they wanted to run.

"The Tartars are a good plan."

Zhao Shujiao took a deep breath, and he turned around several times before saying, "If the Tartars want to attack us behind the scenes, they cannot be too far away from us or too close. If they are too far away, they will not have time to launch an attack. If they are too close, they will be discovered by us. So I think the distance between us twenty miles is the most suitable."

Yang Feng closed his eyes and thought for a while, shook his head, "No, the farthest distance we sent out Yebusuo today is more than twenty miles away. If the Tartars were hanging behind us, they would have been discovered by us. I guess they must be hiding at least forty miles away from us, slowly hanging us, and then sent a whistle to stare at us secretly. When the time comes, they will slowly approach us, and finally give us a fatal blow!"

"Yes, that's exactly!" Zhao Shu taught a row of thighs, "His grandma, the Tartars are so cunning. I will immediately send Ye Wuguan to investigate the Tartars' location, otherwise I will not be relieved."

After saying that, Zhao Rujiao was about to make arrangements, but Yang Feng called out, "Brother Zhao, don't bother anymore. Now the Tartars must be covered with dense whistles behind. If we send fewer people, we just deliver vegetables. If we send too many, we will run away. Don't waste your effort. It's more important for us to hurry up, but I want to see what tricks the Tartars play in the dry grass ridge."

At Yang Feng's insistence, the team continued to march towards Kucaoling. At the hour of You, the army came to a place less than three miles away from Kucaoling. The first order issued by Yang Feng was not to prepare for an attack, but to set up camp.

At the highest point of Kucao Ridge, Dai Shan and Amin were standing side by side on a slope and looking southwest. Teams of Ming troops two miles away were preparing to set up camp. Tens of thousands of people were working hard. In less than half an hour, the prototype of a camp slowly appeared in front of them.

"We were discovered." Amin snorted coldly, feeling a little unhappy.

"That's natural." Dai Shan said lightly: "Ming Jun is not a fool. If there are so many people here, it would be strange if they can't find them."

Amin stopped talking, fighting was not a joke. The scene of thousands of troops setting up in a dangerous place and waiting for the enemy to come over and rush down unexpectedly to wipe out the enemy completely, because even the stupidest general would send spies to investigate the terrain when passing through some steep terrain, and the army would not pass until it was confirmed that there was no danger.

Dai Shan pondered for a while and said, "We had expected it to be discovered by the Ming army. Now I am worried about whether the Ming army will attack tomorrow. If they spend time with us, it will be troublesome."
Chapter completed!