Portugal actually won...

Facts have proved that the explosion at critical moments and the so-called flash of inspiration of a superstar still rely on the accumulation of countless battles and hard training.

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Li Yuanqing and Man Gui ran all the way until in the middle of the night, the large group of troops crossed the Xiaoling River and entered the actual control area of ​​​​the Ming army. Then they moved to the woods behind a mound to rest temporarily.

But despite this, Li Yuanqing still did not dare to neglect for a moment, and ordered Niu Gensheng to personally lead fifty soldiers to guard the slopes on the left and right to respond to various changes at any time.

The deterrence and coverage of the Houjin Cavalry are simply too strong.

If they used cold weapons alone, it would be almost difficult for the Ming army to become their opponent.

When this kind of situation cannot be completely controlled by himself, Li Yuanqing cannot help but be careless.

However, although everyone was very tired after running wildly all night, the battle was won after all, and the soldiers were in good spirits.

It was a pity that the prey that Man Gui had worked so hard to catch in the past few days was also reduced to charcoal in the fire. At this time, the soldiers could only take hard rations and cold water to satisfy their hunger.

"Yuan Qing, hey. It's such a pity for these Tatar heads! I saw clearly at that time. At least 80% of them are real slaves. Hey, this damn..."

Man Gui took a hard bite of the dry food and couldn't help but recall the scene during the fire, feeling a little unspeakably annoyed.

Although the dry food was hard, cold and astringent, Li Yuanqing ate it with relish and said with a smile: "Brother Gui, it's over. At that time, we had no other good solution. If you think so, we

After all, the battle was won. There were only so many real slaves, and one less person died. In this battle, it is estimated that the Tatars would have suffered at least a hundred casualties, which was enough to make their masters feel distressed. This time it was really too sudden. Next time

, let’s be fully prepared and then fight back. Aren’t they just the heads of Tatars?”

"That's exactly what happened."

Li Yuanqing said it so straightforwardly that Man Gui soon understood what Li Yuanqing meant, but hurriedly said: "Yuan Qing, the most important thing, the most important thing is that there are too few heads. We two brothers don't have enough."

"hehe."

Li Yuanqing couldn't help but smile, "Brother Gui, this happened because of me, and it was your son who contributed to this battle. How can I still want these heads? Brother Gui, I am going to return to Changsheng Island tomorrow."

How could Mangui not understand what Li Yuanqing meant? He said hurriedly: "Yuanqing, how can this be possible? This, this..."

Li Yuanqing chuckled and said, "Brother Gui, you also know what the situation is like here. Yuan Qing still needs a lot of help from Brother Gui when it comes to breeding horses."

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After a day of fierce fighting, the soldiers were very tired.

After dinner, a red bonfire was lit, and the soldiers soon fell asleep soundly beside the bonfire.

After calming Man Gui's emotions, Li Yuanqing was about to go to the nearby woods to release water. At this time, the casualties of this battle were also counted.

But when Li Yuanqing looked back, he saw that Man Gui had fallen asleep leaning against the bonfire. In a moment, thunderous snoring could be heard.

Li Yuanqing was speechless for a moment. This guy really has a big heart.

Li Yuanqing had no choice but to let Man Gui, the personal commander, report the results of the battle to himself.

After listening, Li Yuanqing smiled even more. He smiled and patted the soldier commander on the shoulder, "Go to bed early. Just leave the camp security to me."

The soldier commander looked at Li Yuanqing with reverence, "Li Shuai, this, this..."

Li Yuanqing smiled and said, "Go ahead."

How could this soldier commander dare to resist Li Yuanqing? He quickly and respectfully stepped aside to rest.

Although he was a little exhausted physically and mentally, Li Yuanqing did not feel much sleepiness. He stood under a big tree on a small slope, facing the cool night wind, and looked down at the surrounding scenery.

In this battle, the Ming army suffered less than twenty casualties in total.

Among them, twelve people died in the battle. Two of them fell off their horses and died because they were too hasty to escape. Most of them were sons of the Mangui tribe.

On Li Yuanqing's side, only three of his soldiers were slightly injured. Most of them were cut down by firewood or scratched by the woods when making simple javelins, so the injuries can basically be ignored.

Although the results of this battle were few, it was a reasonably good start for the cooperation between Li Yuanqing and the Mangui tribe.

With this cooperation with the Manchu and Gui tribes, Li Yuanqing also understood more about the combat power of the traditional Ming army.

Of course, perhaps it was also because this matter was too urgent and many follow-up units and firepower failed to keep up. Man Gui was unable to fully deploy his force, which partially obscured his sharpness.

But the soldiers like Mangui are basically his personal soldiers, especially the cavalry archers, who are actually of this size...

Not to mention, most of Guan Ning are new recruits.

Such soldiers, such an army, may be able to maintain their strength by defending the city and fighting smooth battles, but if it is really a tough battle, this...

Li Yuanqing suddenly felt a little funny.

How did Governor Yuan come up with the so-called "Five Years of Ping Liao"?

who is it?

Who gave him such courage?

Doesn't he himself know the size of the Guan Ning Army under his rule?

In other words, Governor Yuan only regarded the thousands of servants of the ancestral and Wu families as soldiers. The rest of the troops were just cannon fodder and air. Could he choose to hide them from sight?

Although it was already March, the night wind was still very cold. Even with the cover of the woods, it was still unable to offset most of the chill.

A cold forest wind passed by, and Li Yuanqing couldn't help but shudder, but his mind became clearer.

History has proven that the literati leading the army was the greatest tragedy of the Ming Dynasty.

Of course, this does not mean that there are no real elites in the Ming dynasty's literati class. However, due to the limitations of traditional education and fixed thinking patterns, most of the literati elites engaged in making fun of people, flirting with women, and acting in front of the emperor.

This is their strength.

But when it comes to actually doing things, these people...

Li Yuanqing also doesn't remember who said this, 'If you want to be a loyal minister, you have to be more treacherous than a treacherous minister.'

According to the general environment of the Ming Dynasty at this time, if literati wanted to really do things, they must have at least a few key elements.

First of all, one must have abilities, insights and skills far beyond those of ordinary people, and must truly know how to run an army and how to fight a war.

Furthermore, one must have a critical and clear political mind and know how to protect oneself, rather than blindly follow the trend for the sake of the overall situation.

And the most critical point is that the heart must be ruthless, the hands must be black, and they must be fast.

It's a pity that in Ming Dynasty, there are many people who can achieve the first point, but those who can take the first and second points into account, I'm afraid you can't find them with a magnifying glass.

As for the third most critical point, that can only be an extravagant hope.

Li Yuanqing is also a little lucky that fate has brought him to this era.

What is even more gratifying is that with his desperate efforts, both Liaonan and Liaodong are on the right track, even though there are still many places in the two places that are not perfect, with a lack of medical treatment and a serious shortage of supplies.

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But at this time, the two places can temporarily maintain this state and operate normally without any major obstacles.

As for Li Yuanqing in western Liaoning, although he can't get involved yet, Man Gui's presence is the best opportunity.

Li Yuanqing suddenly remembered the little poem by the poet sage, "Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. It sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently..."

In this current situation, although the general trend of history has not changed much, the appearance of Li Yuanqing is like a small spark, which brightened the Dongjiang River and ignited Liaonan, for the Ming Dynasty and for the five thousand people.

Years of Chinese national heritage have left behind a vital seed.

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Although he stayed up all night, Li Yuanqing got up at dawn the next day, washed his face with the snow on the ground, jogged a few laps, and used tree trunks for support to stretch his body.

Man Gui woke up not long after, and looking at Li Yuanqing who was already in high spirits, he couldn't help but admire him, "Yuan Qing, you... Hey, it seems that we are not much different in age, right? How can the gap be so big?

Woolen cloth?"

Li Yuanqing smiled and said, "Brother Gui, as the saying goes, life lies in exercise. If you want to maintain a good body, you still need to exercise more. Haha. No matter it is all kinds of exercise."

Man Gui was speechless for a moment. He thought that what Li Yuanqing said was "nasty talk", but he didn't know that what Li Yuanqing said was just the simplest common sense for future generations.

After a simple breakfast, it was time to go our separate ways, but Mangui felt a little reluctant to leave.

At this time, he finally understood why Mao Wenlong and Chen Zhong always wanted to be by Li Yuanqing's side, or to have Li Yuanqing take care of them, whenever they fought.

Yesterday, the situation was critical, and Man Gui did not have much time to experience and understand it. But at this time, the crisis was lifted, and Man Gui suddenly wanted to understand that the more critical the moment, the more stable and meticulous he was in the face of danger.

How critical is decision-making?

Otherwise, what happened yesterday, if it were him, let alone a level 30 Tatar leader, even if it was level 3, he would probably have to pay more than a hundred or even more lives in exchange for it.

"Yuan Qing, I'm tired from this night, why not go to Ningyuan Camp to rest for a few days before leaving. Otherwise, go to Jinzhou and let us brothers have a good drink."

Man Gui held Li Yuanqing's hand hard.

Li Yuanqing smiled and said, "Brother Gui, the days are long. Our days are still long. I have been away from the island for more than a month, and it's time to go back and take a look. There are still thousands of things waiting on the island."

Mangui naturally understood that Li Yuanqing's mission was much more important than that of a simple general. Seeing that Li Yuanqing had no intention of leaving, he could only nod his head heavily and whispered to Li Yuanqing: "Yuanqing, don't worry.

.The matter of breeding the horse will be taken care of by my brother. During these days, I will wait in the Jinzhou Defense Zone until the matter of breeding the horse is finished."

Li Yuanqing shook his head, looked into Man Gui's eyes, and whispered: "Brother Gui, the matter of breeding horses is not urgent yet. If you have leisure, you'd better go to Shanhaiguan to see Mr. Ge more. Mr. Ge is already old.

Ah. It’s a pity that I…”

"Well?"

Man Gui was about to say something, but found that Li Yuanqing had already climbed onto his horse, whipped his horse whip hard, and ran towards the south quickly.

All that was left to him was the most familiar bright smile facing the sun.

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Two days later, Li Yuanqing successfully reunited with the fleet that came to meet him at the mouth of the Xiaoling River and embarked on his return journey to Changsheng Island.

In the fourth year of the Apocalypse, although there were many trivial things, overall, they captured Zhenjiang City and defeated the large-scale offensive of the main force of the Later Jin Dynasty in Liaodong. Whether it was Li Yuanqing, Mao Wenlong, or Chen Zhong, they were considered to be outstanding in all aspects.

There has been considerable progress.

At this time, the cold winter of Apocalypse's fourth year is about to pass, and the spring of Apocalypse's fifth year is coming.

A new chapter, a new journey, is about to begin.

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Chapter completed!