When the Qing army, who was fighting hard, was excited when they heard General Hu's shout. Hu Wenke's student was afraid that his voice would not be loud enough, so he hurriedly asked the personal soldiers around him to shout, inspiring the soldiers to persevere, and victory was right in front of him.

"The Yuan thief was defeated!"

"The Yuan thief ran away!"

The Hu Wenke guards' voices were as good as their generals. Soon, the Qing army on the central and the two wings knew that Zhang Yong had arrived to reinforce.

Some soldiers even spontaneously shouted again: "Catch Yuan thief alive and reward 100 taels of silver."

After hearing these shouts, Yuan Zongdi's face suddenly became gloomy. He could have assembled and retreated just now, but this opportunity was lost in a blink of an eye. Yuan Zongdi had no ability to clone, nor did he have time to appear in every place on the front line, and personally commanded every soldier to retreat and gather. Although the Qing army was shouting, the Ming army was still advancing step by step. Even if the soldiers were suspicious in their hearts, they would at most be skeptical. If Yuan Zongdi sent a messenger to inform them to retreat, the soldiers would immediately believe that the Ming army had been defeated and Zhang Yong's army was behind them.

Located in the hills and jungle terrain with inconvenient communication, it is hard to say what will happen if the recruits under his command, even Yuan Zongdi's most elite troops will have.

"Stop retreating!" Yuan Zongdi made a quick decision and ordered the guards around him not to rest, and to suppress the battle as much as possible: "Slaughter Hu Wenke first!"

"It's too careless." Yuan Zongdi sighed regretfully after sending almost all the guards around him. He finally realized that he was too underestimating the enemy. It was precisely because of underestimating the enemy that Yuan Zongdi not only divided his limited troops into two batches, but also the most elite battalion of troops in Wanxian was still in the back team instead of being with him.

After encountering Deng Ming for more than ten years of turbulent displacement, Yuan Zongdi's backbone elites were already left. The last battle in Chongqing was betrayed by Tan Yi, and most of the last 200 elite soldiers were also lost. Under normal circumstances, Yuan Zongdi would probably never be able to recover his vitality. Dachang's barren output made it difficult for Yuan Zongdi to launch an offensive and even more difficult to provide equipment. Yuan Zongdi had no resources to train troops, no opportunity to use war to train, and even more so he would die when he went to war with soldiers who had no equipment, no training, and no combat experience.

But Deng Ming's appearance gave Yuan Zong the first huge surprise. More than a thousand Dachang soldiers followed Deng Ming to defeat Tan Hong and Tan Yi. In the first battle, the strength of the enemy and us was very different. The Ming army was naked, without covering their bodies, and without food. The enemy was not only equipped, but also sat in the warm camp and fed. As a result, the Ming army not only escaped from this situation of mortality, but also wiped out the powerful enemy soldiers. The second battle was also strong and we were weak. After Deng Ming left the city, Xiong Lan even erected the flag and surrendered, which was as dangerous as the previous battle, and was completely alive. However, the Ming army once again defeated Tan Yi's entire army with insignificant losses.

Most of the Dachang soldiers who fled with Deng Ming were previously civilians who brought food to Yuan Zongdi. They were frightened when they heard the sound of golden drums. The rest were also new recruits left in the camp, and many were sailors and ship workers. After returning to Dachang, this group of mobs was already a veritable warrior. They turned defeat into victory twice in a desperate situation, leaving these Dachang soldiers without knowing what the failure was - can the situation be worse and worse, and can they survive those two battles?

In addition to his high morale and confidence in winning, the equipment of more than a thousand soldiers was extremely luxurious. Deng Ming distributed all the equipment seized from Liangtan to the soldiers who fled with him. All of these thousand and two hundred soldiers were organized into war soldiers by Yuan Zongdi, and Yuan Zongdi did not give them to Deng Ming like Wen Anzhi, but promoted them to officers of this battalion.

The soldiers of the first battalion were born, and Yuan Zongdi's thanks were Yuan Xiang and Zhou Kaihuang. Yuan Zongdi, who was guilty, was still cautious in leaving all the soldiers of the battalion at home when he sent troops to Huguang. He was a little worried that Deng Ming would ask for some of them to leave. Life was so hard that Yuan Zongdi, who had been struggling on the line of life and death for more than ten years, couldn't help but feel stingy.

After fighting Hu Quancai from Hubei, Yuan Zongdi selected the best equipment to further strengthen his main battalion. Long before moving to Wanxian, this main battalion was already Yuan Zongdi's heart. This attack was too underestimated by the enemy in Zhongxian, Yuan Zongdi did not let the main battalion rush to the forefront, but planned to use new recruits to lead the way and let them see blood. The soldiers of the main battalion killed the enemy on the battlefield, especially in the battle of Wanxian, and killed twice as many enemy soldiers as he had without leaving any credit for three or four beheadings. There was no need to be a military officer in this battalion. Previously, Yuan Zongdi believed that Zhongxian was only a third-rate unit of thousands of Qing troops, and there was no need to use a ox knife to kill chickens, and he was even more worried about losses.

If Yuan Zongdi was not the one thousand two hundred new recruits but his main camp, then the battle might have ended long ago.

The Ming army on the whole line was three times as strong as the other side. Although they were not elite, they still beat Hu Wenke up.

"Qi Bing Duke." While Yuan Zongdi was observing the battle situation with all his concentration, another scout came to report that the Qing army on the river had obviously noticed the battle here. They found that the unknown Qing army was heading towards the battlefield.

"Yeah." Yuan Zongdi nodded seriously. Someone suggested that the 800-armor troops hidden in the south launch an offensive to restrain the Qing army's reinforcements.

But Yuan Zongdi could not make such a decision. The 800-armored soldiers there could not be compared with his main battalion. Once the position was exposed, they would be immediately be besieged by the superior enemy. The new recruits were likely to panic and collapse quickly. They could not insist that Yuan Zongdi defeated Hu Wenke first and then reinforce them.

"No! Stay hidden." Yuan Zongdi finally shook his head. He felt that it would take some time for the Qing army to drive over. He did not want to exchange the 800-armor troops of the front army for Hu Wenke's troops: "Don't worry about the enemy in the south, defeat Hu Wenke quickly!"

"Abide by the order!"

The scout took the order and left.

Yuan Zongdi refocused his attention on the north side until he was interrupted by another scout.

"Duke! The situation is not good!" The scout rushed to Yuan Zongdi with a sweaty face and reported to him that a large number of Qing troops suddenly appeared in the southeast of Yuan Zongdi's general flag. Obviously, some Qing troops on the river were surrounding him, less than two miles away from Yuan Zongdi's location, which was very meaningful to encircle and annihilate Yuan Zongdi.

The terrain has greatly increased the difficulty of reconnaissance. Take Hu Wenke for example. In fact, a scout of Yuan Zongdi once discovered his troops, but when he went to report to Yuan Zongdi, he ran into other Qing army units and had to take a detour again to avoid it. Then he almost ran into a pathfinder who was to Zhang Yong. When the scout finally found Yuan Zongdi's location from the hills and jungles, the battle with Hu Wenke had already broken out for a long time.

The same is true now. The marching route of the Qing army, which was around the Yangtze River, was covered by the hills in the west, which led to the Ming army discovering them very late. The last few guards standing beside Yuan Zongdi were also serious, staring at Yuan Zongdi's lips, waiting for his order to remove some of the soldiers from the battle.

"It's bitter, it's bitter." This time it was Yuan Zongdi's turn to cry out loud. He thought nervously: "How many people are there in this group of Tartars? What is their purpose? Are they here to reinforce or encircle? How many people are there behind them? Does Zhang Yong want to kill me all in one place or join Hu Wenke?"

The scout could not answer Yuan Zongdi's question at all. He only knew that there were many Qing soldiers, and they were definitely not reconnaissance teams, but they still didn't understand the specific number and trends.

"I don't know the Tartars' movements, and the Tartars shouldn't know my troops and directions. If I were Zhang Yong, how would I judge now?" Zhang Yong was a veteran of the Qin army. Yuan Zongdi had fought with him decades ago: "If I were Zhang Yong, then I shouldn't know how many Ming troops there were in the forest, and he might not even know who had the upper hand. If I was in a hurry to mobilize troops to resist, it would not only make Zhang Yong discover that the Ming army was limited earlier, but it might also lead to the failure of the offensive against Hu Wenke."

"No! Ignore them!" Yuan Zongdi said loudly: "We will continue to attack Hu Wenke, and we must defeat him first no matter what."

Yuan Zongdi ordered to continue to attack Hu Wenke with all his strength, and only asked a few scouts to set up suspicious formations in the forest, trying to delay the movement speed of the Qing army in the southeast.

Although Yuan Zongdi admitted that the strength of the Qing army was far beyond his initial imagination, Yuan Zongdi also found a better opportunity from it. The front army of the Ming army in Wanxian County was not fast in general because of its reconnaissance and road opening work; although the rear army set off late, it was eager to catch up with the commander, and its speed was much faster than that of the front army. Yuan Zongdi estimated that his main battalion and nearly two thousand combat soldiers were not too far from the battlefield.

If Hu Wenke was defeated, Yuan Zongdi was confident that with his troops, he would be equal to Zhang Yong. After his rear team arrived, Yuan Zongdi firmly believed that the Ming army would have a 2-to-1 advantage over the Qing army, not to mention that he had an ace; it would be no problem to attack Zhang Yong forward and backward, and this would mean the destruction of the main force in Chongqing. Thinking of this, Yuan Zongdi shouted to the last few guards around him: "The Tartars are nothing great. If we win today's battle, we will win Chongqing!"

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"You are nothing great!" To the west of the battlefield, a Qing army was racing eastward, and Wang Mingde was introducing Yuan Zongdi to Zhang Jing, who was traveling with the Han Eight Banners. Zhang Jing brought ten Niulu, and a thousand officers and soldiers of the Han Eight Banners acted with the front army. Sun Sike had long said that Zhang Jing, who was also a Zhengbai Banner, was also an artillery expert. After arriving in Chongqing last month, Zhang Jing assured the Governor of Sichuan and Shaanxi that if he was responsible for the casting of cannons in Chongqing in the future, he would be able to block the entire Yangtze River in five months.

Zhang Jing, the eight banners of Han, looked over thirty or forty years. He glanced coldly at Wang Mingde: "He is not my family."

"I'm sorry," Wang Mingde knew that he had made a mistake and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, Vice President Yuan Jia."
Chapter completed!