My Red Mansion Career

Chapter 145 Who will die if they don’t die?
After bidding farewell to Emperor Changping, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, and the people of the entire capital, Jia Yu led the army out of the city and embarked on the road to the expedition.

Of course it won't be that simple when the army goes out to fight.

Long before the military parade, the Ministry of War had followed Emperor Changping's instructions and urgently mobilized five thousand levied civilians, as well as enough grain, grass, baggage, gunpowder and other supplies for the army for half a month to wait outside the north gate.

After Jia Yu led his team to join the baggage team, the army headed north.

Perhaps due to the excitement of the military parade, the atmosphere in the team after leaving the city was a bit dull.

For Jia Yu, this was not his first war, but it was his first time leading an army of tens of thousands on an expedition like today.

This also means that the lives of more than 1 people are tied to his shoulders. This responsibility is not unbearable.

To be on the safe side, Jia Yu threw away almost all the Ye Bu Shui he had on hand, and the main investigation direction of these Ye Bu Sui was the Tatar movements in the direction of Tongguan.

According to the intelligence given to him by the Ministry of War, although the Mongols captured Tongguan and defeated the army led by Wang Ziteng, their own casualties were also high.

According to the reports of Shi Guangzhu, the commander-in-chief of Ganxian Battalion and Ma Shang, the commander-in-chief of Yangwei Battalion who returned from the defeat, although the Mongolian Tatars had the help of returning artillery, their casualties would have to be at least [-] to [-] in order to capture Tongguan.

Such heavy casualties would be enough to hurt even if they were shared equally among more than a dozen tribes including the Chahar Tribe and Jungar Tribe.

Moreover, with so many people killed and injured, it would take at least several days just to bury these people and deal with their aftermath.

From this perspective, the current Mongols should still be licking their wounds in Tongguan.

However, for the sake of caution, Jia Yu did not intend to drive forward quickly, but to move forward at an even speed.

After walking for more than 20 miles, Jia Yu called Feng Ziying: "Brother Ziying, the situation between us and the enemy is unclear now. Although I have sent out all the night troops, you also know that we can only count if we have enough troops. There are about twenty people, which is too few compared to the place we want to investigate."

Feng Ziying understands this very well.

To put it bluntly, Ye Fushou is a combination of ancient elite scouts and special forces.

It is mainly responsible for military intelligence activities, including intelligence reconnaissance and transmission in peacetime and wartime, and even espionage, camp hijacking, burning wasteland, and persuading surrender, etc.

Jia Yu didn't have such an elite unit in his team originally. Even the more than 20 Ye Bu Sheng in his hands now were obtained by him shamelessly from Feng Tang.

"Sir, what do you plan to do with your humble position now?" Feng Ziying asked straightforwardly.

Jia Yu said: "What you have to do now is to lead more than 300 cavalry under the command of Qin, and also go out to detect the movements of the Mongolian Tatars, and support those in front of them."

"understood."

Feng Ziying nodded. Due to the scarcity of war horses, the army led by Jia Yu had more than 1 people, but most of them were infantry, with only more than 300 cavalry.

Jia Yu organized these cavalry into a separate cavalry team and gave them to Feng Ziying to command. Now it is their turn to play their role...

three days later

Accompanied by a dull and rapid sound of horse hooves, a group of cavalry galloped from a distance.

When they came to the foot of a mountain, the person running at the front raised his right hand, and the team that was traveling at high speed quickly stopped.

The leader pulled off the face towel that originally wrapped his head and wiped it on his face randomly, revealing a young face. It was Feng Ziying who was ordered to lead his troops to support Ye Bushou.

Feng Ziying shouted: "Wang Laoyan!"

Soon a man who was quite tough and capable in both body and look ran out of the team, "Young man is here!"

Feng Ziying pointed to the foot of the mountain ahead and asked, "Is that the Yanshan Village you mentioned?"

"Exactly!"

Wang Laoyan said without thinking: "There are about sixty or seventy families in this village, most of whom make a living by farming. In addition, there are two or three hunters. The folk customs are quite simple. If you want to rest here for the night, there is no problem."

"That's good!"

Feng Ziying nodded, "I only eat those dry foods these days, and my mouth is like a bird. When we get to the village later, we can buy some vegetables from the villagers, and get some game to try first."

"Ok."

As a veteran Ye Bushou, Wang Laoyan was very familiar with the terrain within a few hundred miles of Shenjing, and soon led everyone towards the mountain village.

Just as he was walking, Wang Laoyan's expression suddenly changed.

"There's something wrong here."

After hearing his words, Feng Ziying quickly waved her hand behind.

Following Feng Ziying's order, dozens of soldiers immediately dispersed and surrounded the small village.

Soon a dilapidated mountain village appeared in front of us, with traces of massacre everywhere.

As a village built on a mountain, the topography of the village along the mountain is that the entrance of the village faces down and the end of the village faces upward.
At this time, when they reached the village, Feng Ziying and the others saw the corpses of villagers scattered everywhere, lying in a mess on the street.

Among them were young women and old people, as well as babbled children and even girls. Without exception, the eyes of these people were filled with fear and despair.

A lifeless young woman huddled in a corner, her hands holding the body of a child, her pale and haggard face full of anger and unwillingness.

In the center of the village, several unburnt houses were still emitting black smoke.

At a glance, the entire small mountain village was destroyed beyond recognition.There was a thick smell of burning dust floating in the air, making it look particularly desolate in the sunshine.

At the end of the village, dozens of resting Mongolian soldiers sat in front of the burned-out houses, lit several bonfires and were cooking.

These people were covered in blood and held bloody swords in their hands.

At this time, they were making a loud noise, and from time to time, ridicule and noise broke the tranquility and desolation of the mountain village.

Feng Ziying and others who had quietly entered the mountain village felt their eyes splitting when they saw this scene.

"These beasts!"

A soldier was about to rush over, but was held back by Feng Ziying.

"It doesn't matter if you go and die by yourself, but don't hurt other brothers."

Although Feng Ziying was leading a team for the first time, the influence he received from his father since he was a child and the experience he accumulated over the years told him that impulsiveness could not solve anything.

On the contrary, blindness and impulsiveness will only destroy a person.

"Wang Laoyan, Hou Liang, go take a look around and come back to report when you're done."

"understand!"

Wang Laoyan nodded, and soon he and another Ye Bushou moved towards the left side.

More than a quarter of an hour later, the two returned to their original place and nodded to Feng Ziying, indicating that there was no danger.

Feng Ziying felt relieved and sneered: "These Mongolian Tatars are really arrogant, they don't even send a few checkpoints.

If they don't die, who will? "

(End of this chapter)