Chapter 136                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

A battle between the Red House was very fast.

By the time Zhou Mengchen walked to the Red House, the battle had ended.

More than a hundred bodies were thrown into the snow outside, and a group of old, weak, women and children hugged in the cold wind, trembling. All their heating facilities were taken away by the forward. Under Qi Jiguang's arrangement, everything that could be ignited was ignited.

It took several days of marching to be able to roast the fire in the snow.

Zhou Mengchen also leaned against the fire and squeezed it with Zhou Dazhuang and Xu Wei, put it on the fire with a kettle, and cooked snow. Now, he can only drink a little hot water at this moment, which is a great enjoyment. For this fire, Zhou Mengchen felt that his hands, feet, face, and even his arms and thighs were all very itchy. This itch was not based on the epidermis, but it seemed to be an itch coming out of the bone marrow, which made people want to cut their hands and take out the itchy things in it. Even if it hurts a little, it was better than itch.

At this moment, Zhou Mengchen seemed to take a hot bath.

Unfortunately, this is delusion.

All Zhou Mengchen could do was to take off the gloves.

His pair of sheepskin gloves were in his hand for several days, and it seemed to have grown on his hands. Zhou Dazhuang finally took them off easily. When he looked down, he could hardly believe it was in his hand.

Although Zhou Mengchen was not as comfortable as his future generations in his life in the Ming Dynasty, he was on the horizontal line and never suffered any grievances. Except for the few calluses on his fingers that were left by the pens they had been catching on for many years, the rest of the place was extremely delicate. Although he was not as good as a woman, he was also the hand of a literati.

But at this moment, his hands were fatter, his fingers were swollen like radishes, and there were several frostbite on the back of his hand, just like flowers blooming from under his skin. It looked shocking.

Zhou Mengchen had never suffered such pain in his two lives.

However, what he was more worried about at this moment was the soldiers.

Zhou Mengchen knew that he would definitely not go to the battlefield. He had more frostbite on his hands and his hands were swollen, so it was nothing. After he went back, he would just raise it well. But the soldiers still had to face a fight. Can their state be supported?

Zhou Mengchen didn't know.

In Zhou Mengchen's heart, he never felt that the Tartars could defeat the Ming Dynasty in frontal battles, such as the cavalry and infantry. What he feared most was that the Tartars would run away if they could not defeat, which made Zhou Mengchen feel helpless. But now it is different. Can the Ming army in this state defeat the Tartars in Qingcheng?

Zhou Mengchen was in a loss of confidence.

Zhou Mengchen put his hand on the fire and asked Xu Wei, "Brother Xu, what do you have to do with you in this battle? Where did you, a man from Jiangnan, suffer such hardship?"

Xu Wei laughed, and the breath from his mouth rose up and flew out a few feet before slowly dispersing. He said, "Today's battle, no matter the outcome, it will be recorded in history. It's so lively, how can I, Xu, come and join in the fun?" He seemed to feel a little uneasy in Zhou Mengchen's heart and said, "Sir, now, the matter is desperate, and the number of victory and defeat will be determined by heaven. Why do you have to worry?"

Zhou Mengchen couldn't help laughing when he heard this. He also knew that when his army came out of seclusion, there was no way back. He was worried that he could not change the ending, and he could not change the ending if he was not worried. Zhou Mengchen looked at the frostbite everywhere in his hand, and yellow pus flowed into the fire. He gently wiped it clean with a handkerchief. Then he threw the handkerchief into the fire. Zhou Mengchen's pupils reflected the flames of jumping from the moon, and said firmly: "The destiny is mine."

Destiny is indeed bright.

The army repaired the Red House for a day. Not only did it run out of all the fuel from the Red House, but it also built a temporary camp in the Red House. As the place where the army was stationed, all this movement was not discovered by the Tartars.

At this moment, it is not far from Qingcheng.

The reason for such an effect was that Qi Jiguang strictly blocked the news while commanding the battle. He did not allow one soldier and one soldier to escape. However, it was also the negligence of the Tartars.

The difficult march also proves a truth. Winter outside the border is enough to be cannibalistic.

Zhou Mengchen prepared the best equipment for the army, two layers of cotton coats, one layer of clamped jackets, one layer of cotton coats, and the other layer of the outermost layer of mandarin duck war jackets, which are considered armor and also cotton coats. Between the two cotton coats, there is a clamped jacket, and even the soldiers themselves bought some other warm clothes for themselves.

But where did the lower Tartars receive such treatment? It would be nice to have a broken sheepskin coat one by one. In this kind of weather, the winter spots were divided by heavy snow, and the news transmission channels these days are simply isolated islands, and there is no intention to connect with each other.

Sometimes there is a snow disaster in some places, and it is only the second year when I find that I am all dead.

Zhou Mengchen and Qi Jiguang discussed how to go on this last section of the road.

Qi Jiguang said: "At present, staying here for one more day will make you more dangerous. And General Zhou, who has notified him later, will come here tomorrow at this time. We will go to the city gate tomorrow morning or raid. According to the plan, General Zhou will arrive in half a day. If you hold on for another day, the team will arrive in sequence."

"Then lock in the victory."

Zhou Mengchen was a little hesitant and said, "Can't you wait a moment, will the army arrive?"

Qi Jiguang said: "Although it is snowing heavily, I found that the weather has cleared today. I asked the Mongolian people here in Hongfang, saying that according to the normal situation, it will be sunny in the next few days. I also read the information sent by Li's experience. Why did Qingcheng open the Richeng Gate every day? In fact, there are still some things to do. For example, fishing from the Fengzhou River, and finding some firewood, etc. There is not no activity. Moreover, the weather is clear. Although the snow is difficult to move, it is not completely impossible to pass. The movements we are doing here do not need to be anyone to come. As long as someone looks from a distance, they can find that the situation is wrong. At that time, it will be exposed to the eyes of the Tartars, and the situation will be passive."

"Disciple knows that if you put troops into place in sequence, the casualties will definitely be very heavy. But I don't want to take Qingcheng in one fell swoop. Just grab one city gate and hold it all night. This can be done."

Zhou Mengchen said: "Okay, everything is up to you. The victory or defeat will be entrusted to you."

Qi Jiguang's face was covered in frostbite and said with a serious expression: "Master, don't worry, even if I die, I will die in Qingcheng, not outside Qingcheng."

In the clear weather, I can see far from the head of Qingcheng City, especially above the South Gate.

Qingcheng has a good geographical location. It is located in the north by Daqing Mountains and the Fengzhou River to the south. It can be said to be surrounded by mountains and rivers. It is an excellent place for Fengshui. In addition, it is surrounded by Fengzhou Beach, or the plains impacted by the Fengzhou River. The land is fertile and suitable for farming and pastoral use.

The so-called "cattle and sheep that appear low in the wind" is what it means.

The sight of the north gate of Qingcheng can be blocked by the Great Qingshan Mountains. The sight of the south is enough to see the end of the horizon.

The day was cloudy a few days ago, and there was even light snow, blocking the view. But now it is different. The weather is clear. Standing on the Qingcheng City Tower, looking south, it is within a radius of more than ten miles. This is because the Qingcheng City Tower is not too high. If you increase it, you can only see farther.

Therefore, if you want to reach Qingcheng City, you must march at night without ignition. Otherwise, it will be easy to be discovered. Moreover, it is snowy, so many people's footprints cannot be covered. This is also the reason for the marching at night and the sneak attack in the morning.

Because even if you march at night, you can see it at a glance after dawn. So you can only see it in the morning before the enemy discovers it.

Just as Zhou Mengchen and Qi Jiguang made the final decision, the battle in Qingcheng had entered the countdown. However, there was still no awareness in Qingcheng. In the palace of the naturalized king, Xin Ai was surrounded by beautiful women. This was even a political work. Many forces of other ministries were exploited, and they had to be at ease by marriage.

Anyway, Xin Ai has been pressing against big rocks for several years. He doesn’t think it’s a big deal to play a winter this year. After all, there is nothing to do in winter?

Little did they know that the Ming army had sounded the horn.
Chapter completed!