Under heavy rewards, there must be a brave man!

The efficiency of summer, autumn and winter is faster than Xu Changqing thought. At the beginning of the Chen hour, the sky was just dawn, and the news came back from summer, autumn and winter. It can be confirmed that there is a corridor in the tomb chamber that can reach the position of the white flag at this time, and it is more than ten meters underground.

This cemetery is not only a Yuan Dynasty tomb, but also a tomb in the tomb. Below these Yuan Dynasty tomb groups, there is also a large Tang Dynasty tomb burying a member of the military level and a passage that can lead to other places. However, the time is limited now, and they have not had time to investigate in summer, autumn and winter.

Xu Changqing was also very happy when he heard this and immediately took someone to the ground to check it out.

The canals had been sealed up, and it was impossible for the Qing army to notice that they had walked over the canal.

Soon, Xu Changqing and his group arrived in a large tomb of more than 100 square meters, just like a dungeon with many passages around it. At this time, this large tomb chamber was a transportation hub.

Xu Changqing did not know much about these things, but Xu Changqing could also see through the murals on the wall that this should be the tomb of the Mongols in the Yuan Dynasty, but there seemed to be something wrong.

Summer, autumn and winter were very clever, and hurriedly explained to Xu Changqing: "Master, this tomb looks like a trace of the Mongols, but in fact it was written by the Tang people. During the prosperous Tang Dynasty, the country was rich and the people were strong, and this kind of tomb project was often moved mountains and filled the seas! But when we arrived in the Mongolian Yuan, the dogs and Tartars did not regard us Han people as humans, and we Han people were not stupid, and there were many things that fooled people.

However, this Mongolian prince should have the same identity as the red belt of the Qing Dynasty. This is a good cave, but not a treasure cave. I am afraid that he should not be too rich at that time and did not want to lose face, so he chose this kind of tomb in the tomb."

Li Qilang scratched his head and said, "Master Xia, don't our ancestors all pay attention to being buried in peace? Are they not afraid of retribution for their descendants?"

Seeing that Xu Changqing's personal soldier leader Li Qilang started calling him "Master Xia", Xia Qiudong was also very energetic, and he explained in more detail:

"Mr. Li, it is indeed so particular. But we Han people have been doing so many years. Where can we not buried the loess? Where can we get so many good caves for them to bury? Don't look at the tombs of Chenjiazhuang on the hill to the west, but there are graves around us, but the descendants don't know where to go."

Xu Changqing nodded slowly, and the personal soldiers around him could not stop talking softly.

China is so great that it has five thousand years of civilization. Prince Gongsun is like the stars in the sky, and it can’t count them, let alone the common people like grass.

The capital area became the heart of the heart. Although it was only true since the Yuan Dynasty, the ancestor of Manchus, Jurchens, was active here. This kind of thing was like a crucian carp crossing the river.

The Feng Shui method of China is still the same as the same lineage!

Big Feng Shui, small Feng Shui, big experts can see it, but small experts may not be able to see it, but there is only difference in accuracy and control.

Prince Gongsun set up his tomb in Fengshui treasure land and guarded it strictly, but after the times changed, who would still care about this if no one guarded the tomb?

It’s nothing more than the princes and grandsons buried deeper, while the common people buried shallowly, and everyone is in the whole soil.

"Old Xia, as of this, the ground of the Inlaid White Banner Camp, including the surrounding Tartar camps, are basically empty? The Tartars have discovered that we have signs of digging tunnels, so they cannot not listen to that!"

Xu Changqing looked at summer, autumn and winter.

Xia Qiudong heard Xu Changqing call him "Lao Xia" directly, and he couldn't help but feel better, and said hurriedly: "Master, don't worry. If there were only these powerful tombs, they would be able to find clues, but if there were cheap tombs of ordinary people around, it would be impossible to find problems unless they dug three or five feet into the ground.

Moreover, these tombs are all centered on this large tomb of the Tang Dynasty. The main body of the Tang Dynasty is the mountain around us. There are only a few corridors and thieves around. Unless there are great experts in the Tartar formation, there should be no problem. I am willing to use my head to guarantee it!”

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"Okay, Lao Xia, I'll leave this matter to you. Be sure to understand the underground in the shortest time!"

Xu Changqing patted Xia Qiudong's shoulder hard again.

"Dare not to die for the general!"

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With this strange tomb in the tomb as a support, Xu Changqing has also gained a lot of confidence.

After breakfast, Xu Changqing came to the podium to observe the Qing army camp carefully. Sure enough, they found that they had several authentic monitoring facilities, but they did not find any problems.

Xu Changqing also began to wait for the underground fortification drawings to come out with peace of mind.

At the same time, Xu Changqing was also secretly thinking that in the future, he would really have to gather more talents from all aspects. Many things seemed humble in normal times, but when it came to a critical moment, he could save his life!

"Catch these Nikans!"

"Don't let these messes run away!"

"Swoosh, swosh..."

The Model Army and the main force of the Qing army have not made any moves, but since dawn, the battle that the outside world never stopped at night has never stopped.

Especially the Ye Bushang of Wang Tingchen's army was trying to break through the Qing army's defense line, passing the news outside to Xu Changqing, and launching a bloody battle around the Qing army camp.

In one morning, at least the 20th and 30th Wang Tingchen's troops were killed and knocked down by the Tartars.

But the Tartars didn't take much advantage.

The qualities of the Ye Busuo under Wang Tingchen's command are quite good in field combat. They are basically in a state of equality against the slaves of the Han army flag, and some of the good players can still be slightly suppressed.

If it is not a good player in Zhen Manzhouli, he can basically remain in a state of change.

But even if it was changed, Xu Changqing knew very well that this was definitely not something that Wang Tingchen could bear.

The reason why he worked so hard actually means that the main force of the Ming army must have done nothing.

It was similar to what Xu Changqing predicted. At this time, although Pinggu City had several military discussions a day, including morning, noon and evening, it still couldn't figure it out.

Including Wu Sangui, the sound of his mouth was blowing loudly. But it was impossible to send troops...

Everyone was waiting and watching, and they were already ready to run away!

The night falls quietly.

It was another biting and insulting that had been in no way for more than an hour.

It was like the battlefield after the war. In the somewhat chaotic official hall, Hong Chengchou seemed to have become much older, with white frost on his temples, rubbing his temples extremely tiredly, looking at the huge map.

At this time, the vanguard of Tang Tong's army had already arrived at Pinggu, and Wang Pu on the western front also forced the capital. Bai Guangen from Ji Town wanted to maintain the retreat of the Qing army. Ding Qirui and Sun Chuanting were still fighting with the bandits in Shaanxi. The troops that the Ming Dynasty could draw at this time had basically arrived.

Unfortunately, no one is willing to be this pioneer!

Even if it is him, Hong Chengchou, isn’t he the intention to protect himself?

This makes all the focus still focus on Xu Changqing!

If Xu Changqing and the Model Army were immortal, there would be some battles, but if the situation in the Ming Dynasty would collapse completely. These thousands of miles of rivers and mountains were like the back garden of the Tartars...

"What should I do..."

Hong Chengchou sighed long, but still couldn't find a clue.

...

Mid-time.

The stars in the sky are like waterfalls, setting the starry sky with dazzling dazzling appearance.

The model army's position had been dug for several hours, and more than a dozen "drails" were dug in the northern area of ​​the position, but they were always maintained at a range of about two miles of the position, and it was impossible to threaten the Qing army camp.

Qing army camp.

Jirgalang stood on a watchtower and savored the wine in the wine pot with some comfort, relaxed and happy.

When he was on night tonight, he was very nervous, for fear that Xu Changqing would send out a surprise attack and make him uneasy.

But after a few hours, after carefully observing the fortifications of the Model Army,

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The experienced Jirgalang can already determine that Xu Changqing is completely bluffing!

This is not authentic at all, but a defensive fortification!

However, even if Xu Changqing built these fortifications like a strong city, what can he do? How many days can their food and grass last?

If the environment did not allow it at this time, Jirgalang would have to sing a small song comfortably.

"Haha, hehe, Xu Changqing, I want to see, you can hold on for a few more days! Then, let's see how I deal with you!"

Jirgalang leaned comfortably on the railing, as if he had seen Xu Changqing kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy.

Just as Jirgalang was enjoying his life, hundreds of model Junerlang had been busy for more than an hour below him.

This is a corridor that is already wet and watery. The rainwater and the abundant groundwater in this area have already formed mud soup in the corridor that is more than ten or twenty centimeters deep, which is cold and smelly.

But none of these model soldiers care about it!

They were all wearing leather boots and heavy masks, and passed on explosive bags one by one, and sent them to the "blade holes" carefully excavated by Xia Qiu and Dong and the engineers in front.

In this moment, they had already stuffed nearly 200 explosive packs into more than a dozen gun holes.

Against the backdrop of the fire, these gun holes are continuous, like the stars in this corridor.

This is also the blasting location that Xu Changqing personally chose after the map was drawn. On it was the stable of the white flag battle formation!

There are 30,000 to 40,000 war horses!

And not far from next door is their horse material stack!

This project is by no means an easy task.

Many engineers were laying fuses in sweat. Even though the corridor was extremely cold, the engineers seemed to have just been fished out of the water.

After all, it was only in the early 17th century, and the level of the technology tree was placed here.

These dozen blasting points are more than 100 meters apart. It is definitely not a simple task to ignite all the explosive packs in them and exert the maximum effect.

Even if the Model Army uses a lot of black and gunpowder in these explosive packs, the explosive power is extremely strong, to achieve this, it still requires extremely exquisite balance!

After accurate calculations, the accuracy of the fuse is ensured, and the fuses in more than a dozen blast holes are burned and exploded at the same time, so as to achieve the maximum effect!

The old fried dough stick in Xia Qiu and Dong has determined the location of a large horse pile of Qing army through his unique secret technique, and dug it up, burying a large amount of gunpowder in it.

All of this must be gathered into a main fuse and carried out at the same time!

"Boom!"

Perhaps God is also helping the model army. Just as the men completed the general fuse structure, the roar of huge thunder sounded in the sky, as if it was about to rain.

However, the clouds are a little far apart, and it is probably not heavy even if it rains here.

"Damn it, what the hell is this weather! Hey, do you all want to rebel? No one can think of eating anymore!"

In the stable, a Han army flag coat was originally taking a nap and leaning deep in the stable, feeling comfortable. After being awakened by the thunder, he looked at the restless horse in the stable and shouted unhappily.

Although the Qing army's combat system was not as clear and detailed as the Ming army, its executableness was by no means comparable to the Ming army.

In the stable of the white flag, there are hundreds of grooms alone, including Mongolians and Han people. They are all good at feeding horses. Everyone has a clear division of labor.

There is an old saying: "There is a horse that regrets the past, and the human being that regrets the past."

The perception of horses, especially war horses, is quite keen.
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