"Enemy, enemy attack!"
The banner guards of the Tartars who were guarding the Southern Pass lazily leaned against the wall. They glanced out and were immediately stunned.
Hundreds of fully-armed foreign troops charged over.
Looking at the hundreds of soldiers, they were all muscular and strong. They were like ferocious tigers descending the mountain as they swept over with terrifying momentum.
One look and you could tell that they were elites!
Moreover, they were the elites of the elites!
The Ming army?
However, where would the Ming army find the time to mobilize their troops to attack Liaodong?
However, other than the Ming army, which other force in the world could nurture such a large number of elites?
For a moment, the soldiers guarding the Southern Pass were all shocked.
They once again felt the nightmare of Mao Wenlong's Dongjiang Army era!
Was the Dongjiang Army resurrected?
His mind was filled with doubts.
But more than that, he felt fear.
This was because the sudden appearance of an unfamiliar army was too sudden and far beyond their expectations.
Never in their wildest dreams did they expect that an enemy would attack the Southern Pass at this time!
This was Liaodong!
This was the base of the Qing Dynasty, an absolutely safe rear area!
Heart-wrenching roars sounded continuously!
The First Thousand-Household Office had caught the Manchu Tartars off guard.
He didn't even have time to close the door and prepare for battle.
Many soldiers of the Eight Banners were forced into the battlefield before they could even put on their armor.
It was too sudden, too unexpected, and it made them panic.
Compared to the Manchu Tartars 'Eight Banners soldiers who had rushed into battle, the Han soldiers who had been serving them like slaves were shocked by the sudden appearance of the First Chiliarchical Institute's soldiers.
Everyone looked at each other in dismay.
Fear, panic, fear, and uneasiness.
For a moment, they did not know what to do.
Fight or surrender?
In an instant, he couldn't make up his mind.
Many of the Han soldiers seemed to be scared silly. They couldn't even hold the weapons in their hands firmly. They stood there in a daze, like silly roe deers on the battlefield.
The enemy hastily accepted the battle and roared in fear.
It didn't affect the soldiers of the First Thousand-Household Bureau at all.
With Zhao Dahai leading the charge, they charged through the closed gates without any resistance and charged into the Southern Pass.
Zhao Dahai took the lead and headed straight for the eight banners of Manchu.
On the battlefield, one had to shoot the horse first to kill the enemy, and capture the king first to capture the enemy.
It was the same principle when fighting against the Manchu Tartars.
As long as they could defeat the Manchu Eight Banners Soldiers, the Han soldiers would collapse without a fight.
Even their master had been defeated. How could they still have the courage to fight?
He had long been scared out of his wits!
"Kill the Tartars!"
"Brothers, kill the Tartars with me!”
Zhao Dahai took the lead and charged into the Tartar Eight Banners Formation. He beheaded a Tartar with one slash, and blood sprayed all over his face.
However, he shouted to his heart's content.
He was like a fierce tiger, roaring in the forest, invincible on the battlefield.
The Manchu Tartars in front of him could not even block one of his blades.
In addition to the sudden attack by the hundreds of soldiers of the First Thousand-Household Office, the Manchu Tartars guarding the South Pass were caught off guard.
Not only were they not well-prepared, but they were also in a hurry to fight and did not even form a proper formation.
How could they stop Zhao Dahai, a mad battlefield god of death?
In a few moves, the incomplete Tartar army formation was destroyed by him.
When he came back to his senses, he wanted to turn around and kill his way back.
However, he discovered that only a few of the Manchu Tartars could stand still.
What was even more terrifying was that every surviving Tartar was surrounded by a dozen strong men.
He was like a weak and pitiful little rabbit, shivering.
Liaodong was a land of ice and snow. Under the bone-chilling weather, he was so nervous and afraid that he was sweating like raindrops.
He was extremely afraid!
"Hmph, how boring!"
Seeing that there was no chance for him to snatch the kill, Zhao Dahai, who had yet to enjoy the kill, snorted disdainfully.
He put away his knife in a bad mood.
He looked to the other side, where dozens of Han soldiers had laid down on the ground, shivering and surrendering.
"Take all their weapons and tie them up. When the farmers arrive, pull them all to work!”
"It can also be considered recycling!"
These Han soldiers were brave and aided the tyrant. They definitely could not be let off easily.
He had to capture them and work them to death!
Otherwise, it would be too easy for them!
In the blink of an eye, dozens of Tartars were hacked to death and dozens of Han soldiers were captured.
There was not a single enemy on the battlefield.
The strategic point of the Southern Pass was now in his hands!
The first phase, seizing the Southern Pass, was successfully completed.
To Zhao Dahai, it was unbelievably easy.
In the entire battle, not a single soldier was sacrificed. Only a few of them were eager to snatch the heads and charged forward too fiercely.
He did not manage to get the kill, but instead injured himself.
It could be said that the entire battle was extremely easy. He did not feel the slightest difficulty.
As for the Manchu Tartars 'will to resist?
Sorry, dozens of Tartar heads are not enough.
There was no time to notice.
However, in the face of a sudden attack from hundreds of elites, these Manchu Tartars didn't turn around and run. Instead, they rushed to fight.
It can be considered to have some fighting will
However, this did not mean anything.
After decades of war, the Qing Tartars 'Eight Banners Army had almost won ten battles against the Ming army.
Even a pig would have the courage to draw its sword and fight with the enemy.
This could only be said to be the morale of the Tartar soldiers.
However, it could not be said that he had the will to fight.
"Reporting to my lord, the Southern Pass has been successfully seized by our army!”
"Our army can carry out the next step of the battle plan!”
After taking over the Southern Pass, Zhao Dahai immediately ordered the messenger beside him to report the victory to the Lord's Manor.
After doing this, he looked to the north.
Standing on the light wall of the South Pass, looking north, one could vaguely see the long and narrow coast on both sides.
One could see how narrow the bridge to the north of the Southern Pass was!
As long as they could set up a perfect defense line this time, it would be an insurmountable moat!
As long as the Manchu Tartars did not have the navy, they would not be able to get through even if they sent thousands of troops!
After seizing the Southern Pass, the next thing to do was simple.
That was to use reinforced concrete to build a forest of blockhouses around the South Pass to form a defense line and completely lock down the Lushun Peninsula.
Close the door and beat the dog!
He slowly cleaned up the Manchu Tartars on Lushun Peninsula and completely controlled the Lushun Peninsula!
Now, the most important South Pass was already in his hands.
What happened after that was a matter of course. There was not much nervousness or excitement to speak of.
All he had to do was to race against the Manchu Tartars.
Before the Manchu Tartars mobilized their army and attacked the south, they just needed to completely build the defense line at the South Pass.
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