On January 20, the twelfth year of the Apocalypse, the sky brightened, the gate of the Polu Army camp opened, and large numbers of Polu Army soldiers began to pour out of the military camp.
The dispatch of the Polu army was in line with Azig and Dorgon's wishes.
Under their orders, the Jurchen Eight Banners, the Mongolian Eight Banners, the Khan Eight Banners, and the Mongolian Qingqi also began to move out.
The armies of both sides began to gather in the east and west.
Yan Jizu is resting in the tower now.
He will not feel at ease until he sees the outcome of this battle.
When the guards knew that the Polu army and the Jiannu army were starting to leave the camp, the governor of Shandong realized that the decisive battle between the two sides was about to begin.
Yan Jizu hurriedly dressed up and hurried to the city.
The fate of Jinan and Yan Jizu would be decided today.
No wonder the governor was anxious.
At this time, the general Wang Feng and the guerrilla Liu Derang came after hearing the news.
The civil and military personnel in Jinan City gathered at the east city head.
Everyone knew that whether Jinan could hold on or not depended on the Polu Army.
If the Polu Army was defeated, Jinan would surely Cannot save.
The first thing that caught their sight was the formation of the Jiannu army three miles away.
The momentum of the Jiannu army of more than 70,000 people was overwhelming.
Tens of thousands of soldiers and more than 100,000 war horses made the side near the east gate of Jinan extremely noisy.
The Jurchen Eight Banners, the Mongolian Eight Banners, the Han Eight Banners, and the Mongolian flags were fluttering in the wind.
Everyone watched with squinted eyes, and of course they had to cover their mouths and noses at this time.
Not to mention the smell of 100,000 war horses.
Fortunately, they were in the limelight, but the limelight was not great today, so it still made them choke.
The aggressive military power of tens of thousands of slave-building troops made everyone in the city feel frightened.
They had realized that the reason why this army did not invade Jinan was because they wanted to preserve their strength and did not want to lose too much, so they drove the people to the city.
Otherwise, Jinan would have been in danger.
They couldn't imagine that Ming Dynasty still had the combat power to defeat this army.
Even Zhao Lie probably couldn't do it.
The silence at the top of the city did not last long, because they saw the formation of the Polu army nearly eight miles to the east.
At this time, most of the Polu army came out of camp and poured into the plain.
Although it was not very detailed from a distance, the military formation was so huge that the general formation could still be seen clearly.
The force of the Polu Army poured into the entire wilderness like a black and red ocean.
This black and red ocean was beating and surging boundlessly.
This red and black power seemed to be invincible and marched forward proudly.
They were rushing like a torrent.
Come.
Very different from the hustle and bustle of the Jiannu army, except for the inevitable neighing of horses, the soldiers of the Polu army were very silent.
They obeyed the military orders and walked to their predetermined positions.
Seeing the majestic military formation of the Polu Army, the Shandong civil and military personnel finally breathed a sigh of relief.
At least the soldiers of the Polu Army moved forward resolutely and fearlessly, which calmed the fragile little hearts of the civil and military personnel.
Zhao Lie was fully clothed in armor except for his helmet.
After he hung up the giant wild goose feather sword, he stretched out his right hand.
"Dabao, hand me the helmet."
After saying this, there was silence all around.
Zhao Lie looked around in confusion.
What he saw was the uneasy expressions of the guards around him, and Zhao Lie felt a pain in his heart.
"Lord, Dabao has already died in the line of duty."
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Zhao Da said with cupped hands.
Zhao Lie nodded silently.
Many people were gone.
Countless soldiers of the Polu Army had fallen in the past ten years.
In today's bloody battle, many soldiers of the Polu Army would die for the country.
And on the way to march across the country tomorrow, More soldiers will fall under the banner of the Polu Army.
Dabao also died in the line of duty to protect his safety.
Of course, Dabao also saved the last hope for China.
Zhao Lie had no doubt that if he was assassinated at that time, the Polu army would immediately fall apart.
His father and brother were unable to control the entire army.
At that time, each military leader in the army would definitely act independently.
This is human nature.
From this point of view, Yu Dabao is Zhao Lie's benefactor and China's benefactor.
Of course, Zhao Lie's return to the Ming Dynasty brought mountains of corpses and seas of blood just like the entry of the slaves into the customs, but unlike the bloodshed, darkness and ignorance brought by the slaves, he wanted to win a bright future for this nation.
Zhao Lie took the helmet handed over by Zhao Da, put it on and stepped out of the tent with firm steps.
Amidst the clanging of armor leaves, the guards followed the top leader of the Polu army and headed west.
Zhao Lie rode out of the camp on a tall black Andalusian horse, accompanied by five hundred guards in front of him and behind him.
Wherever Zhao Lie's red banner with the word "Zhao" in black characters went, all the soldiers stood at attention and saluted uniformly.
Zhao Lie's small military formation came to the front of the entire military formation.
His body was rising and falling with the war horses.
Now more than 50,000 troops were divided into several extremely neat formations.
All the soldiers were looking at Zhao Lie.
The majestic military force like a black and red ocean filled Zhao Lie with great pride.
This was the result of his more than ten years of hard work and was where all China's hopes lay.
As for victory, he had no doubt.
Zhao Lie drew out his giant Yan Fei Dao and waved it in the air to urge his horse forward.
Wherever he went, the soldiers of the Polu Army shouted loudly for Wan Sheng.
The roars shouted from the chests of tens of thousands of people were like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, covering all the noise in the wilderness, and the black and red ocean surged like angry waves.
Azig, Dorgon, and Duduo looked at everything in front of them with different expressions under the three yellow-edged flags on the opposite military formation.
Azig and Dorgon looked at the red and black boiling formation opposite with solemn expressions.
They were not afraid, but in their hearts they were estimating the price they might pay.
Duduo sneered and looked at the Polu army's strength indifferently.
He still thought it was all just a show.
"Bah," Duduo spat out, "if this kind of showmanship can be invincible, can we, the Qing Dynasty, still be able to establish a country in Liaodong?"
Zhao Lie pointed his sword towards the sky and shouted to the soldiers, "Soldiers of the invincible Polu Army, you have come all the way from Tieshan, Jeju, Zhuozhou, and Edo.
You have defeated the Jurchens, rebels, and Japanese without a single defeat.
The Polu Army is mighty."
"Mighty, mighty, mighty."
The soldiers in the front row shouted in response to Zhao Lie's shouts, and the soldiers behind them followed suit, and their voices echoed wave after wave.
"Today we are facing our mortal enemy the Jurchens.
Today I order you to defeat these beasts who burn, kill and loot," Zhao Lie made a violent blow and shouted with all his strength, "The Polu army will be victorious."
"Ten thousand victories, ten thousand victories, ten thousand victories," the thunderous roars of the soldiers of the Polu Army shook the world, venting the resentment and anger in their hearts.
In the words of Xuan Fuguan, they represented China with their swords and fought to the death with Jiannu.
The Shandong civil and military officials on the city wall were dazzled by what they saw.
Waves of cheers and shouts came from far away from the east.
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These shouts not only did not weaken but revived after being reverberated by the city wall.
Yan Jizu was stroking his long beard with excitement.
No man would yearn for such a majestic and exciting battle scene.
Even though he was a scholar-turned-civilian, he had a sweet dream of leading powerful soldiers to bring peace and stability to all directions.
Of course, it was just a dream.
What he saw today also made him feel intoxicated.
This was the true strongest army of the Ming Dynasty.
His arms were shaking slightly, which showed his excitement.
The two generals Wang Feng and Liu Derang had a feeling of worshiping Zhao Lie at this time.
Zhao Lie founded the Polu Army from the bow of a small boat.
As a result, the Polu Army grew from small to large in the past ten years and successively defeated Jiannu, He rebelled, conquered the Japanese country eastward and made the Japanese country surrender, and went south to defeat the invasion of the Xiyi people.
The Polu army reached its peak of being undefeated across land and water, but Zhao Lie was like a military god of the Ming Dynasty.
Of course they didn't dare to say anything in the officialdom, but in their hearts, the generals of the Ming Dynasty didn't admire Zhao Liezhen as the god of warriors.
Wolf smoke rises, the country looks north The dragon curls up, the horse neighs, and the sword energy is like frost
. . . .
My heart is like the two boundless Yellow Rivers, Twenty years, who can resist?
Crazy with hatred, he points his sword at How many loyal brothers and sisters are buried in a foreign land?
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The high-pitched, majestic and tragic singing reached the ninth heaven, making everyone who heard it burst into tears and their blood boiled.
As the commander of the Jinghai Battalion, Liu Fugui's eyes were moist.
The shadows of Tang Zengjun, Lao Liao, Lao Ding, Gao Bo, Ma Wen, or brothers who were killed or disabled in battle passed by one by one.
There were really so many brothers and sisters.
The loyal soul is buried in a foreign land, and the hatred is crazy.
Wu Han and Ji Gang shouted together with everyone.
They seemed to have seen their families who died tragically in Liaodong.
Their grief and anger did not diminish as the ten years passed, but became more intense as Jiannu invaded and occupied the Central Plains step by step.
Strong, as Master Zhao Lie said, the Polu Army is the last hope for the Chinese people not to fall to Mandi.
Zhao Guang sang about how many loyal brothers and sisters were buried in a foreign country with tears rolling down his face.
The scene of him blocking the gun and dying appeared again.
He held the iron gun in his hand tightly.
Today is the time to avenge the sword. .
Shang Kexi looked at the majestic military formation opposite him with neither joy nor sadness.
The calmness on the surface could not hide the turmoil in his heart.
This strong army was the Ming Dynasty's strong army.
Shang Kexi felt a little proud and a little envious in his heart.
More It's helpless.
Unfortunately, he had no choice but to flee to Liaodong and become a slave for the sake of the survival of the Shang family.
Of course, the Ming Dynasty did not give him enough hope.
Although Zhao Lie's Polu Army was already quite famous at that time, Shang Kexi believed that the main purpose was to defend the city and did not have the ability to defeat the enemy in the field.
Moreover, Zhao Lie was still the official of Denglai Guards, which was not the choice of the Ming Dynasty, so he decided to go north. .
A few years later, Zhao Lie brought the Polu Army to the peak of martial arts, but now he is the pioneer of the Qing army and wants to personally destroy the Polu Army.
It is really a trick of fate.
Hard-core traitors such as Bao Chengxian and Zhang Cunren gritted their teeth as they looked at the Polu army on the opposite side.
After they surrendered, they could be said to have devoted themselves to their slave masters and died, becoming the Jurchens' loyal dogs.
Bao Chengxian even made several requests to defeat the Ming Dynasty.
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This shameless and ugly person who betrayed his ancestors even offered to Huang Taiji to be a pioneer.
Of course they, being such shameless people, hated the Polu army to the core and regarded it as an obstacle to their humiliation and betrayal of their masters in pursuit of glory.
Zhao Lie traveled across the entire front line in his majestic singing, and wherever he went, the soldiers of the Polu Army cheered enthusiastically.
Zhao Lie and others came to the front of the entire formation.
He turned his horse's head and waved his long sword towards the west.
The entire Polu army formation shouted in unison, "Crazy with hatred."
Then the entire formation stopped singing, and the earth immediately became very quiet, as if the roar that just resounded across the earth had never existed.
The entire Polu army formation began to march westward under the orders of generals at all levels.
The sound of uniform footsteps echoed throughout the fields, and the entire uniform formation moved forward rhythmically.
This black and red wave rushed westward
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