Pudong Tangqiao, on the Zhangjiabang River. The second sanatorium of Jiangnan, a coast guard who was quiet in the midst of the chaos, was temporarily requisitioned as the newly established corps headquarters.

This tribute project, which was donated by the gentry of Jiangnan, was naturally built beautifully, like the gardens in Jiangnan.

But no matter how beautiful the environment is, it cannot slow down the pace and relieve the anger of the headquarters.

Look, in the second floor of the General Staff’s pink walls and black tiles, the combat staff members quarreled over the combat plans sent by the front line.

A scientific and meticulous combat plan has always been an important magic weapon for soldiers to defeat the enemy!

Usually, the combat plan is formulated by the General Staff based on tasks, and by the front-line combat troops through careful analysis and judgment of the enemy and us.

Originally, after receiving the combat order, the front-line troops could not accept the orders of the outside king, and could formulate their own combat plans in the circles drawn by the superiors.

However, after the telegram was received, the General Staff required the combat department to report the combat plan in a timely manner and it could only take effect after approval by the headquarters.

Of course, the battlefield is changing rapidly, and the General Staff can only require detailed combat plans for the first phase. The subsequent combat operations only require a rough plan.

What made the staff members quarrel was the second phase of combat planning.

"It's so arrogant! Do they think they are Chen Qingzhi?" The opposition said heartbrokenly: "We must not let them underestimate the enemy and advance rashly!"

"Chen Qingzhi entered the strong land of Central Plains with thousands of soldiers from the southeast. He fought dozens of battles, but he entered Luoyang without any short setbacks!" There were also many people supporting the combat planning of the front-line troops. "Our army is not much stronger than Chen Qingzhi? And there are strong support from Tangshan City behind him. Why can't we plot against the capital?"

"But Chen Qing's soldiers returned to defeat, so why do you say that? The army alone advances alone and cannot succeed, which has been the case since ancient times!" The opposition shook his head and said, "We don't need to take this risk. The First Army has already undergone adaptation training in Xingang City. After the navigation is restored, you can land in the battle as soon as possible. At that time, the king will be the king!"

"But what Zheng Cai said makes sense. This is the first battle between my soldiers and soldiers, and they should show their military power! How can they just be beaten and not fight back?" Supporting the school said: "Our strategic policy is to allow commanders to exert their initiative. If the opportunity is right, you can take advantage of the situation to fight a counterattack. Besides, they are not really going to attack Beijing City, they are just forcing the main force of the Beijing camp to fight."

"This is contrary to the strategic policy and cannot be agreed!"

"We also need to consider the emotions of the frontline troops. In the current war, they cannot be affected by their enthusiasm..."

"What should I do about the emotions of the main force?"

"Soldiers take obeying orders as their duty!"

"Grass-mud horse, double-standard dogs are real dogs!"

Chief of General Staff Ma Yinglong closed the office door, and the quarrel outside finally calmed down.

Zhao Hao sat on his office chair, holding a pipe in one hand and putting his waist in the other, looking at the map of Gyeonggi on the wall. He asked, "What do you think?"

"I think it's OK," Ma Yinglong smiled and said, "From the deduction results, no matter which plan, the chance of winning is very high. Of course, it's more safer to stick to the support, but the benefits of the defensive counterattack plan are higher."

"Not bad." Zhao Hao nodded, flashing his charming brown eyes and said, "The northern Jing camp has more than one million border troops. If Zhu Yijun is used as a tactic of oil, the loss will be too great."

Ma Yinglong nodded, he knew that the commander-in-chief was referring to the losses of the official army.

But in Zhao Hao's eyes, they are all the country's precious manpower, let alone the army trained by Qi Jiguang?

"Yes, although we know our strength, the problem is that Wanli doesn't know, the official army doesn't know, and the people in the world don't know. It is indeed necessary to have a victory that makes the enemy feel desperate without excuses. Only then can they realize that they have no chance of winning, so that they can punch one punch, avoid hundreds of punches! Avoid more meaningless killings." Ma Yinglong nodded and said.

"Yes." Zhao Hao nodded slightly, and wisps of blue smoke rose from the pipe, making his appearance more kind. "The new plan on the front line is indeed more popular."

In fact, the people under the group do not know how powerful they are. Only when they see with their own eyes, the official army will encounter such desperate moments in front of the weapons in their hands. They will truly break the cage of thought and realize that they are the master of the world!

"But they can't eat them all, they have to leave enough prey for the main force." Ma Yinglong smiled bitterly and said, "Otherwise the First Army will be full of resentment."

"Uh. Zhao Hao responded, squinted his eyes and stared at the map for a while, and said in a deep voice: "Limit their combat radius to 100 kilometers. It's not enough to be more than one meter!"

"Yes!" Ma Yinglong responded in a deep voice.

"In addition, if Wu Da wants to beat them in the future, I won't stop him..."

The 20th day of the first lunar month of the 19th year of Wanli.

Just after the Shangyuan Festival, the right-wing army, which was the farthest from Tangshan, braved the cold to set off the camp.

In fact, Du Tong still wanted to delay, but the emperor was quite generous this time. Not only did he make up for various military supplies for Baoding Town, he also issued 200,000 taels of silver rewards. He had no reason to shirk, so he had to advance under the urging of the eunuch Hou, the eunuch of the military supervisor.

It’s not that Du Tong was afraid to fight. It’s time for this, so he must see the true chapter. Instead, the people who led the troops knew their subordinates very well. In such a cold day, it was time for cats to be in the house, who would be willing to go on the road against the wind and snow. He also had to pull a thousand-pound red-clothed cannon and the same deadly ammunition and supplies.

Although the 30,000 troops set out in batches for the sake of silver rewards, the officers and soldiers walked up to twenty miles a day, and had not crossed Chaobai River on February 2nd.

"It's really weird in recent years." Du Tong rode on the horse, watching the soldiers pounding the ice surface with their guns, and it took a lot of effort to pound the cracks. He couldn't help but frown and said, "The seven-nine river is open, and the eight-nine swallows are coming. It's the fourth day of the eight-nine day, and the ice on the river is still so hard."

"Isn't this a good thing?" Hou Yonghou, who was wrapped in a sable cloak and wearing a sea dragon earmuff, smiled and said, "You can cross the river by laying a little hay."

"Don't worry, father-in-law." Du Tong suppressed his annoyance and squeezed out a dry smile and said, "It's not a big problem to pass by the ice, but the car camp will collapse as soon as it goes up, so it's still necessary to build a bridge."

"Oh, it will take several more days!" Eunuch Hou was so angry that he twisted his waist straight on the horse's back.

Du Tong's genital general Du Zida smiled and said, "Don't be impatient, it's useless to arrive early, and you can't miss the agreed date."

"I'm not in a hurry when I'm crawling like a turtle all day long?" Eunuch Hou smiled bitterly and said, "Master General, you are too cautious. Isn't it just a bunch of rioters with a few guns? With our army along the way, we can crush them into powder!"

"The military orders are like a mountain falling. You must follow the emperor's will and the general's command, and launch an attack at the same time, so that the rebels can lose sight of one thing."

Du Tong smiled and hid his contempt in his good heart. He knew that the dead eunuch wanted to rob me. Fortunately, the emperor learned from the Tumu Fortress that year and ordered the eunuch not to interfere in command, otherwise the dead eunuch would have robbed the command power long ago.

At this time, a team of scout cavalry galloped back from the front. A young officer wearing cotton armor and a mature copper helmet turned over and dismounted on the other side of the river, slid across the ice freely, and saluted in front of Du Tong and said, "Father, the child is back!"

It is Du Wenhuan, the son of Du Tong! He is eighteen years old, eight feet tall, and has a bee-waisted and ape. He will praise anyone who sees it. A good man in the Ming Dynasty!

"Yes." Du Tong asked expressionlessly: "Have you encountered rebels on the road?"

"No one." Du Wenhuan said regretfully: "I still want to compete with them in the gun technique."

"What are you doing?" Du Tong snorted unhappily: "Have you discovered the enemy's situation?"

"It's discovered." Du Wenhuan nodded, took out a copper tube from his arms, raised his hands high and said: "The rebels seem to have no cavalry, they only use muskets on the watchtower to prevent us from getting closer. But outside the range of muskets, they can see clearly with a thousand-mile mirror!

Du Wenhuan took it, unscrewed the lid, and pulled out the hand-painted defense map inside to look in detail. "The rebels still haven't repaired the city wall?"

"Yes, Father and Commander. He only built some small watchtowers and dug many trenches. There were no fortifications." Du Wenhuan knew his father's temper and thought about it and added: "They have given up all the farms, and the towns in Caofeidian are empty, so they should all be concentrated in the industrial and mining areas in the north."

"Yeah." Du Wenhuan responded. From the map, the rebels actually dug a twenty-mile trench, connecting the north-south steep river with the upper reaches of the Qinglong River.

A trench of twelve or three miles south was dug to connect the lower reaches of the steep river with Nanhu, so that a complete moat was dug out using the natural river channel.

No wonder I didn’t repair the city walls, it turned out that all my kung fu was spent on it.

However, these two rivers are in the dry winter period, and the north has been drought for years and has completely cut off the current. What is the point of digging such dry moats?

"I really can't understand..." Du Zida couldn't help but smile and said, "They wouldn't think that digging trenches and building city walls have the same effect, right?"

"It seems that the old saying is good, but hearing is better than seeing at first sight." The generals laughed when they heard this. The trenches were not protected by the city walls, and they were easily filled by the offensive troops, which completely lost their territorial rights.

"These Nanmans are so good at bragging that they scared us!"

"Yes, maybe at sea, they can win some battles with the strength of ships and guns. But when they get ashore and set up a dignified formation to fight, their true colors will be revealed!" The generals finally became optimistic about the prospects of this battle.

"Then what are we waiting for?" Eunuch Hou scratched his head in a hurry and said, "Master, cross the river!"

"Cross the river!" Du Tong finally made up his mind to win a beautiful victory to reverse the absurd public opinion.

When the commander was full of confidence, the 30,000 troops also had a new look. They soon crossed Chaobai River and arrived at Liangcheng, seventy miles away, guarding Qianhusuo City five days in advance.
Chapter completed!