Nanming Engineer

Chapter 257
Wang Huan's time was very tight, because when he got the news from the Qing army, Su Le had already arrived at Chencang, and Malaxi had arrived at the entrance of Ziwu Valley, and the length of these two passages across the Qinling Mountains was only two to three hundred miles. The convoy is huge and travels slowly, but it can go out in more than ten days. The camp of the Kuizhou army is just between the two passages, 150 miles away from Chencang Road and [-] miles away from Meridian Valley Road. If you don't hurry up, it is indeed possible to let Marashi pass by from under your nose.

Fortunately, the Kuizhou army cannot be said to be superior. In terms of military discipline and mountain warfare, it ranked second in the late Ming Dynasty, and no one dares to claim the first place. All the white-robed soldiers have iron legs and outstanding physical fitness. They can climb mountains and cross mountains. The mountains are like walking on flat ground.So Wang Huan ordered everyone to eat well and then go into battle lightly. Except for their weapons and armor and ten days of dry food, they took nothing else, not even dry food for the return journey.

burn one's boats!Killed the Tatars and robbed them of their food to provide food and drink for the Kuizhou army on their way back!
Wang Huan's sonorous and forceful words completely inspired the confidence of the soldiers of the Kuizhou army. What are the Tartars? Are there still few people killed in this period of time?Fighting among the mountains, everyone has never been afraid of anyone, follow Mr. Wang, and we will win!

Among the Qinling Mountains, there are high mountains and dense forests in ancient times. Except for a few valley passages, the rest of the place is an uninhabited and uninhabited area. There are only paths and bird paths stepped by hunters and medicine men. It is difficult to pass, but in this case, the Kuizhou army relied on two mountain guides to trek through the high mountains and mountains. Within ten days, they passed through the dangerous mountains and quietly appeared in a place less than [-] miles away from the exit of Meridian Valley. On the plank road in Lidi.

But at this time, Malaxi was in a good mood because the journey was peaceful and he was about to leave the valley, so he was walking slowly in the valley leisurely.

The Kuizhou army gathered on the mountains on both sides of the plank road to rest and take a breath. The spies sent by Wang Huan reported that the Tatar grain convoy was slowly coming along the plank road ten miles away. It took an estimated two hours. After that, you can walk to the location of the Kuizhou Army.

It was very difficult for more than 3000 heavy-duty trucks to walk on the simple plank road in Ziwu Valley. They almost moved along the roadside, so the pace was very slow. It was not unusual to walk ten miles for two hours. Wang Huan was reassured. , two hours were enough for the Kuizhou Army to recover their strength.

Eat the last bit of dry food in the bag, drink enough water, and even take a nap against the tree. This is the preparation work of the Kuizhou Army before the war. Isn't the arduous training just for keeping calm during wartime?

Taking the squad as a unit, the captains are checking the weapons of the soldiers, the centurion is patrolling, and Mr. Qian gathers around Wang Huan. The battle on this narrow and long terrain depends on the squad. It is enough for Wang Huan to stand together and control the overall situation.

Two hours passed in a blink of an eye, and the vanguard of the grain convoy appeared on the road among the woods. A group of laborers with road repair tools first showed their heads.

In order to take care of all aspects of the long convoy, in case any driver escaped on the way, Marahi divided the [-] Banner soldiers into several parts and distributed them in front, middle, and rear of the convoy in order to take care of the overall situation. I only kept a hundred elite Baibaya soldiers by my side, because the cavalry suffered a disadvantage on this kind of plank road, and they couldn't ride at all. As a last resort, they had to dismount and walk, leading their mounts and walking at the end.

According to the report from the spies, Wang Huan set up a cover for the 6000-strong Kuizhou Army on both sides of the nearly ten-mile-long plank road, focusing on pinching one end, one tail, and the middle. Don't even try to get out of the car.

After everything was ready, Marahi's convoy gradually entered the ambush circle, watching the full-loaded grain trucks passing by, the rude shouts kept coming, and the Tartar soldiers waved their whips. They beat the laggards, and the laborers endured the pain and pushed and pulled the carts with the animals. When going uphill, they had to support the carts with their shoulders and push them hard to make it up, which was miserable.

Wang Huan looked at it quietly for a while, then whispered to the left and right: "After the battle starts, don't kill the laborers. Although they have shaved their hair and braids, they are still Han people. You can't kill them. As long as they don't resist, leave a A way to survive.”

Left and right agreed, and someone immediately passed on his order.

The grain truck passed for a long time, almost an hour, before the end of the convoy appeared in Wang Huan's eyes, followed closely by Malaxi and others who were covered in sweat.

Seeing that Malaxi had already taken off his armor because of the hot weather, and was only wearing a lighter chain mail, and kept fanning the wind with a fan made of banana leaves, Wang Huan couldn't help laughing, and glanced at the people around him. With a glance from the ancestors, the men in Liaodong are not used to the water and soil in the northwest, especially the heat in summer. It has been there since ancient times. It seems that the Eight Banners soldiers who rule the world are not used to living away from their hometown.

When the last Qing soldier passed by and there was no one behind him except cow and horse excrement, Wang Huan tilted his head and nodded.

Ma Wannian picked up his ancestral iron bow, bent the bow and set an arrow, raised his head upwards, and shot a loud arrow with a sound of "swish".

The sound of the arrow soared straight up and flew into the sky, and the sharp whistling sound echoed in the hollow valley, making everyone in the grain convoy stare eagerly and stunned.

Before the Qing soldiers came back to their senses, the woods in all directions seemed to come to life suddenly. From the forests and bushes on both sides, countless men in white robes holding weapons rushed out shouting. The long and short weapons complement each other, rushing straight down in groups, ignoring the frightened labor of the coachman, rushing to the Qing soldiers in full armor and cutting.

"Kill the Tartars!"

Wang Huan yelled violently, jumped up, took the mountain-destroying crossbow to get out of the bushes where he was hiding, and flew towards the plank road.

Beside him, Ma Wannian was holding an iron-tied bow, shooting arrows with each step, and shooting fiercely; Zubian was holding a ghost-headed sword, like an angry-eyed King Kong, with a red face that turned black, following Wang Huan.Two people, one on the left and one on the right, led the escort team to surround Wang Huan and swooped away like an avalanche.

Maraxi felt something was wrong from the moment the arrow flew into the air, and before he could grab the hood from the hands of the soldiers, the shouts of "Kill the Tartars!" The white-robed sergeant rushed down like the whole landslide.

"Ming army!" Malaxi reacted instantly. Those who dared to attack the Qing army's grain transport team in the northwest were definitely not ordinary thieves. Except for the Ming army that had been lingering and cutting off the grain road, he couldn't think of anything. Who else is coming?

Malaxi is worthy of being a battle-tested veteran. It is not the first time that he has been surrounded in decades of fighting experience. With a glance at his eyes, he knows that the enemy army laying an ambush is several times more powerful than his own. The Qing soldiers fighting alone everywhere will definitely be defeated individually, and must gather together to form.

"Pull up the flag of recognition, come to me!" Malaxi made a decisive decision, while shouting and ordering the soldiers around him to set up his flag of recognition, while drawing his bow and arrow, he immediately began to reflex.

The first wave of attacks by the white-robed soldiers still went first with the crossbow arrows. The mountain-destroying crossbow’s rapid rate of fire was like a storm, and it released a pile of crossbow arrows like splashing water. The plank road was already narrow, and the Qing soldiers had nowhere to hide. A group of people fell down.

Wang Huan's mountain-destroying crossbow also shot ten crossbows in a row like a machine gun. He shot while running, and the aim was not high, but he also shot over two Tartar soldiers. One Tartar soldier was shot in the chest and convulsed on the ground. He was dead, but the other person was shot in the shoulder and abdomen by two arrows, and the blood flowed wildly, but this person was brave and pulled out the arrow shaft in the abdomen fiercely, ignoring the other arrow dangling on the shoulder, and pulled out the arrow. With a long knife at his waist, he roared and charged back at Wang Huan.

Wang Huan threw down the Mountain Destroying Crossbow, and with a "clang", the long knife came out of its sheath, holding it with both hands, the Tartar soldier had already arrived in front of his eyes, and the sharp blade smelt blood to his ear, Wang Huan swung the long knife, gold and iron Cross and swing away.

Malaxi's side were all Baibaya soldiers, with great strength and rich experience, they killed Hua's powerful soldiers. Although they were seriously injured, they fought to the death, but they were blocked by Wang Huan with a knife. He spun the fastest turn in the air, and then slashed down from the other direction like a thunderbolt. The movement was even faster than the uninjured Wang Huan. , his chest felt a little stagnant, but the Tartar soldiers had no effect, and another slash came immediately, and quickly turned the knife, and once again turned the knife into a stick, and with a "clang", it barely blocked the slash.

The Tazi soldier's abdomen was bleeding profusely, and even his intestines were faintly exposed when he pulled the arrow shaft just now, but he went crazy under the severe pain, roared, retracted the knife, raised it high above his head, and then slashed towards Huashan Mountain. Wang Huan chopped off his head.

This knife was powerful enough to split a stele and crack a stone, but just now, the knife was struck twice in a row, and the knife was as powerful as a lightning strike. Wang Huan's hands were already timid, and he didn't dare to fight the knife again, so he quickly made a wrong step and dodged away.

The Tazi soldier's saber remained undiminished, looking directly at the stone on the ground, sparks shot out, Wang Huan took the opportunity to twist his waist and turned around, using the strength of his waist, the long knife in his hand pierced fiercely into the Tazi soldier's waist, with both hands Twist, the knife turned around in his waist, the painful Tartar soldier screamed, bent into a shrimp, fell to the ground and screamed twice, and died.

Wang Huan's hands were covered with sweat, his back felt cold, and he felt lucky, if this Tartar Ba Yala soldier hadn't been severely injured by his own arrows, Wang Huan would definitely lose his head in a martial arts competition.

Looking up and looking around, I saw that the surroundings were in chaos, Zu Bian and Ma Wannian were facing a Baijiaba Yala soldier, and the fight was in full swing, and his personal guards were also fighting with a group of Qing soldiers, almost no one was there. The Malashiba Yala guards, who were able to separate themselves and had less than a hundred people, were inseparable from their own guards of more than 200 people, while Malashi himself was still guarded among them, waiting to hold With a hard bow, one arrow after another was aimed at the white-robed soldiers.

Wang Huan was greatly surprised, could it be that this is the real combat strength of the Eight Banners elite, the Baiba Yala soldiers are even stronger than his own white pole soldiers.

(End of this chapter)