The sky was a little cloudy, and Ji Canglan, the commander of the Navy and Marine Corps, led his brothers through a valley. The climate here is moister than the Central Plains, and the road is not easy to walk. The fallen leaves in late autumn cover the valley, and the horse's hooves step on it to feel like walking in the clouds. The first snow has fallen on the top of the mountain in the distance, and the sunlight coming from the clouds reflects a faint golden color.

The team was not moving fast, and the light cavalry that was exploring the way was at the front. The four infantrymen kept a two-mile distance behind the light cavalry, and the artillery chariots were not equipped with many artillery vehicles. The Marine Corps had not many artillery equipment, and they were arranged in about ten gates of a regiment. These cannons and artillery were treasures in the regiment, and Ji Canglan took care of them twice. The young man in the artillery squad lowered his head and pushed the artillery chariots and ammunition chariots under the command of the squad leader to save the physical strength of the livestock. The tail of the team was heavy cavalry, wearing chain mail made in Peking. Although the armor was inconvenient to move, the soldiers still rode horses for a long time and walked down for a while. When charging, the horses had more physical strength, and the soldiers had more hope of returning alive.

The sun gradually rose, penetrated the blue-purple clouds, sprinkled the sunlight on the shrubs on the roadside. The weeds that absorbed dew on the roadside became more and more green. Occasionally, the branches of a slightly taller tree hung lazily. When the morning breeze blew, some water droplets were sprinkled and the soldiers' clothes were wet. The soldiers carefully wrapped their muskets with oil paper to prevent moisture from affecting their shooting performance. The wind gradually became stronger, and the clouds in the sky became thinner and thinner, and slowly were pulled into a silk thread.

The scenery here is so beautiful, but unfortunately it was ruined by a bunch of beasts. Ji Canglan thought while rushing to the road. Three of his brothers joined the army to serve the country, one in the navy, one in the northern army, and the other in the Daning. The name of Ji Er's divine arrow was circulating in the army with the Ming and Mongolia War. With such an older brother blocking him, Ji Canglan felt much pressure. If he didn't work hard, he would be laughed at by his two brothers when he went home, and his son would not be able to raise his head in front of his nephew in the future.

It is already more than a hundred miles away from Shishan City. You can see the Japanese pirates' nest when you pass through this canyon. Ji Canglan didn't feel nervous when he was about to fight. On the contrary, he felt a sense of revenge. When he got there, he could force them to sign the city alliance. Cao Zhen, the Marquis of Jinghai, once said, "For Japanese pirates, if you don't beat him to the ground, he will not have a sincere peace with you." Fifteen days ago, the navy bombarded the world port, and that was so happy. Unfortunately, the land warrior who was in could only hide on the transport ship to watch the fun. Even the forced landing was snatched by the Korean navy. When it was Ji Canglan's turn to leave the ship to land, there was only a burning city left in front of him. Looking at the Japanese people who were crying, Ji Canglan couldn't even raise the interest of kicking them. The military discipline of the North Korean navy was extremely poor, and they could be seen robbing things, burning houses, and pulling women almost all over the streets.

In the navy, this is a head-losing activity. Mr. Zhu Er, who doesn't look like a good man, didn't let Cao Zhen order to stop it, but only asked the Ming navy to strictly discipline and not participate in rape and robbery. It was not until the Korean navy generals blushed and the killing stopped. However, it was already the third day of landing. All the robbers were robbed by the Goryeo people, and all the burned ones were burned. Zhu Er was really vicious. No wonder he made such great contributions in the last war against Goryeo. This attack on Japan, His Royal Highness must let him follow the army. With this killing, the two countries between North Korea and Japan became a feud. No matter when the Ming Dynasty attacked Japan in the future, the North Korea would definitely stand on the side of the Ming Dynasty and could not betray again. Because even if he betrayed his opponent, he would not accept them, and they had too much blood debt.

In the subsequent battle of Ishiyama Castle, Ji Canglan's cavalry did not play a role. In front of the Japanese envoy, the master who was said to be the shogun, Cao Zhen ordered the concentrated firepower to attack. The Japanese samurai rushed out of the city several times to grab cannons, but were crushed back by the muskets. The island country could hardly see the horses, so the heavy cavalry under Ji Canglan had no opponents to watch the battle. The artillery that lasted for a day and a night cut off more than a foot of Shishan Castle, which the Akatsuki family had been operating for more than 20 years. The soldiers in charge of blasting ignited the fire chariots, and the fried city wall fell down.

The warriors in the city lost their courage to resist and obediently raised their hands over their heads. The streets were filled with large pits that exploded when shells fell. They were like evil spirits from hell, with blood, broken clothes, wood, and some broken bricks and tiles scattered in the middle of the crater, as if reminding people that this was once a city. The fire heads from east to west were rolling smoke, and the air was filled with the smell of burning corpses. The Japanese were used to living in wooden houses. Not many people were accidentally injured by the falling shells, and many people were burned to death by the houses ignited by the shells.

"Please take care of me." The old man named Chisong in the City Shoufu (it was Ji Canglan's misunderstanding. He regarded the Japanese surname as his surname and name) in obediently holding the sword and seal. It was really interesting to be defeated by someone, and it was actually quite glorious. His subordinates were like this, as if they were born to be beaten. After offering the sword and seal, the old man actually pulled out a short sword. Just when Ji Canglan and others thought he was going to assassinate General Cao, the old man inserted the short sword into his own.

In his stomach, the warrior behind him quickly cut off his head with a long knife. The whole process was like a rehearsed comedy, specially performed for the audience. Cao Zhen, the Marquis of Jinghai, seemed to know what his opponent was doing, and he didn't blink his eyelids during the whole process. The funny thing was that the subordinates around the old man were dead, and they were like nothing was wrong, with no sadness on their faces. They said "Please take care of him" together, and stood behind Cao Zhen, as if they were also a member of the Ming army.

Afterwards, Ji Canglan asked Zhu Er what trick was this. Zhu Er told him that according to the rules of the Japanese king, if the city lord was defeated and admits defeat, the relationship between his retainers and the city lord was ended. They could be controlled by the conqueror as spoils. The old guy named Chi committed suicide. Even if he cleared the shame of his defeat, his subordinates' obligations to him would end. If the conqueror was willing to accept it from then on, they would be the retainers of the conqueror.

"What kind of bastard algorithm is this?" Ji Canglan smiled and shook his head. He could never understand the Japanese, and the Japanese could not understand him either. "If I were me, I would definitely fight to the end. If the lord was unpredictable, I would definitely follow his son, and the word "Loyalty and righteousness" was worth a thousand gold."

The sun was completely rising, and the footsteps of the brothers' troops rang behind Ji Canglan, the wind gradually stopped, and the clean sky was as blue as water washed, and the mountains, rivers, trees, and rivers shone brightly in the sun. The tranquility of the morning was broken at this moment, and in front, the crisp sound of muskets echoed among the mountains.

"Go on the horse", Ji Canglan waved his hand, and the young men from the heavy cavalry camp immediately stepped on the horse. The infantry quickly assembled and gave up the passage in the middle. Ji Canglan rushed forward with his direct heavy cavalry, and while running, he ordered his deputy to launch a battle queue. The scouts in front needed to respond.

The artillery pushed the artillery up half of the hillside as much as possible, uncovered the artillery's suitcases, and the infantry lined up three rows of combat ranks, and advanced slowly under the command of their respective platoon leaders.

Cao Zhen heard the sound of shooting in front of him, ran to a high place, raised his telescope and looked forward. The scout under Ji Canglan was obviously suffering a loss and was riding his horse backing into the valley. His opponent also dispatched cavalry and chased them. In the wide valley, heavy cavalry quickly passed through the infantry and artillery ranks in front of the formation.

The defeated scout did not rush to his team, but ran to the right. The rider on the horse waved his saber and made several gestures to Ji Canglan. The latter nodded and confidently pulled the reins. The war horse under his seat uneasyly kicked the wet soil, and then dug out a small hole in a while.

His eyes were like falcons, and Ji Canglan watched his opponent chase him in. He had a good deputy who could be assured that he could provide him with firepower cover. The Japanese samurai with the flag on his back was like an ignorant hare on the grassland. Years of experience in the army and the teachings of his two brothers made him know how to seize the opportunity.

"Brothers, let them know what the correct way of fighting for the cavalry is"! He said humorously, Ji Canglan loosened the reins of the war horse and pulled the cover down.

"Yes", the entire cavalry battalion rushed out like a landslide. At the same time, the sound of artillery shooting sounded behind him. It was his deputy who commanded the artillery to suppress fire and used artillery shells to create craters to block the opponent's support troops.

The horse's hooves roared like thunder, and the Ming heavy cavalry rushed straight to the opponent. For this moment, they waited for too long. The Shandong man on the horse's back pulled out his three-eyed musket and shot the screaming samurai to the ground. As soon as he met, the opponent was dispersed. Before he could see the faces of the Ming warriors clearly, the fear of being knocked out was dispersed like a plague. The Japanese warriors in front turned around and ran back. The Japanese warriors behind could not dodge, and their own people and their own people were mixed up. It was so terrible that the Ming cavalry held magic weapons in their hands, and many Japanese warriors were frightened by this idea. After a long time in this battle, someone gave the magic weapon a Japanese name, called "Iron Cannon". The warriors escaped in front of the iron cannon, which was not contrary to the spirit of the Buddha's Doctrine, because that thing was indeed incapable of human force.

Without courage, Ji Canglan cursed disgustedly, driving his opponent to a crowded place like hunting. The strong Mongolian horse kicked and ran around in four places, and it was not fast, but there was enough time for the cavalry to clear the battlefield. A Japanese samurai fell off his horse's back, his feet still in stirrups, screaming as he was being held in pieces by the frightened warhorse. A Japanese samurai stopped, turned around to cover his companions' retreat, and after a few persistence, he was hit by several sabers at the same time. Ji Canglan stared at a small man riding a white horse and chased him relentlessly.

The little man was obviously scared and made a whisper in his mouth while running, as if he was crying. A crater forced the little man to pull his horse to avoid it. Ji Canglan rushed to his back at that moment, waved his sabre and pulled it forward with his feelings, and blood rushed up. The headless warrior clamped the war horse, and instinctively ran forward, running forward, and ran far away to know what he had lost. His body tilted and fell from the horse's back. The ownerless war horse whistled, wandering between the battlefield in a down-and-out manner.

The sky darkened slightly, Ji Canglan knew what it was, and he rushed too far forward. None of the cavalry who had witnessed the evil behavior of beasts in coastal villages could fully maintain their rationality when they were about to fight. He turned his horse's head, clamped the horse's belly hard, and hid in his feet. This was the life-saving trick taught to him by his brother Ji Canghai. The war horse screamed and ran towards the team, "don't", and the loud noise in his ears made people dizzy. Half a minute later, suppressed the feeling of vomiting, Ji Canglan knew that he had taken his life back. The unsightly but practical round helmet bounced off the feather arrow. Regardless of the scorching pain on his thighs, he straightened his body, but the war horse lay down softly and put him on the ground. As long as the human mount had the last bit of strength, he would never fall to his master.

"Little Mao"! Ji Canglan's tears fell along the edge of his helmet. He looked back at his beloved horse. Seven or eight long arrows were inserted into the horse's body, and blood flowed down from the horse's nostrils like a stream.

"General"! A soldier calmly reminded Ji Canglan of his position. Ji Canglan raised his head and watched the injured subordinates run back one after another. Some were riding horses, some walked, and some carried injured comrades on their shoulders. They never expected that their opponents would perform such indiscriminate diffuse. This was the idea that only madmen would come up with. Under the rain of arrows, the Ming knights with excellent armor still suffered heavy losses. No one of the Japanese warriors who were almost only leather armored on them could escape.

A trumpet sounded on the main position behind him, and it was General Cao Zhen who called everyone to return to the team. The cavalry stood up in a hunch, and the feeling of shame covered their bodies.

"Route-Team"! Ji Canglan shouted at his sparse subordinates. The entire heavy cavalry camp lost nearly half of the battle and arrow rain just now, and the knight who lost his war horse stood on the ground in a mess.

"A column", Ji Canglan shouted at the valley. The shrill shouts echoed between the sky and the earth.

The knights were either holding swords or leading horses, and lined up in front of him.

The sound of artillery sounded again, and the main artillery of the Ming Dynasty unfolded, shooting retaliatory fire at the Japanese archers hiding in the bushes at the entrance of the valley. The brigade of infantry walked past the cavalry and rushed towards the enemy with the rhythm of war drums.

"Report the numbers"! Ji Canglan shouted in grief and anger.

"One", "two", "three",... the heavy sounds overwhelmed the cannons.

"The soldiers of the heavy cavalry camp listened to my orders. Today we wiped out our opponents in the valley, one for three, it's worth it. Now I order you to go back to the rear to rest, prepare to fight again, and disband." Cao Zhen rushed over at some time and issued an order on behalf of Ji Canglan. The knights were stunned for a moment, reached out to wipe the blood and tears from their faces, and walked back with their chests.
Chapter completed!