Everyone knew the decisive battle was coming. If we won, the time for pacifying Liao and destroying the slaves would be basically set.

Reporting to the king and the country, and avenging the hatred of the family and the people, Zhang Pan thought more than the soldiers, and his feelings were even more

To the west is the Mixed Brigade led by He Zan. Although it belongs to Jinzhen, it has participated in several battles to aid Liaoning and is the most combat-effective force in Jinzhen.

His father was He Huchen, the general of Yansui Town, a famous general in one of the nine important border towns. He was brave in battle and was in charge of an important link in the northern defense line of the Ming Dynasty.

He Zan was a military scholar. Although he was young, he had studied martial arts and had practical combat experience. He had become a new generation of young generals in the Ming Dynasty.

"Roar, roar, roar!" He Zan's young face showed a calmness that was inconsistent with his age, and he waved his fists and roared.

His left hand was pressed tightly on his sword, which was the "Loyalty and Bravery" dagger bestowed by the emperor. Only officers above the rank of guerrilla general were qualified to obtain it.

"Loyalty, bravery, and fearlessness" are precisely the qualities that a qualified soldier should possess. He Zan doesn't believe his promotion was due to his father's influence. His current position, commanding nearly 10,000 troops and operating independently, is a result of his own hard work, step by step.

Similarly, his father's position as the head coach of a town was not his end, but just the next goal in life.

"Kill, kill, kill!" He Zan roared, determined to step on the blood and corpses of his enemies and reach a higher stage in life.

There are two mixed brigades in the south of the city, one of which is responsible for guarding the camp, and the other is actively training in street fighting and preparing to attack the city.

After responding to the flag, Huang Long did not delay. He waved the flag and commanded the troops to continue training street warfare tactics.

"Kill, kill, kill!" The soldiers' enthusiasm doubled in this warm atmosphere, and they roared and charged in formation.

In front was a falconet mounted on a gun carriage, fully loaded with buckshot. In the narrow streets and alleys, a single shot could cause great damage.

Behind the artillery cart were three rows of musketeers, who advanced firing alternately, defeating all enemies in front of them with unstoppable momentum.

There were actually two grenade carriers behind the musketeers, which could throw bombs over the heads of the officers and soldiers in the main camp, giving a fierce bombing to the enemies who were attacking in close combat.

How to fight street battles was also a new topic for the Ming army. However, in the subsequent counterattacks, they would often encounter the capture of cities and strongholds.

Although martial arts had studied this and developed some tactical methods, there was no fixed set of rules like a manual. The main purpose was to learn from experience and lessons in actual combat, giving frontline commanders more room to play.

Therefore, while all Ming army units underwent training, Huang Long's troops had recently focused on street fighting. His mixed brigade would spearhead the attack in the Battle of Haicheng, and he and his men would also write a chapter in the first street battle of Pingliao.

"General, perhaps we could reduce the size of our formation to 200 men per team for greater flexibility," a Zan Hua suggested. "The streets in the city are narrow, and 300 men seems a bit limited."

Huang Long pondered for a while, nodded slightly, and said, "Okay, let's try changing it first."

After a pause, Huang Long continued, "The soldiers who were withdrawn will be formed into mobile teams to support the battle anywhere, without having to advance along fixed routes."

"General, this idea is very good." Zan Hua bowed and turned around to pass on the order.

Huang Long stood on the general's platform, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the deafening shouts and screams of the training below. His stern face became a little more gentle.

Compared to other generals' promotions, Huang Long's path was completely different. When he was just a lieutenant in the Liaodong Army, he was transferred to the capital by the Ministry of War to study martial arts.

Huang Long knew a lot, but he still didn't understand why the Emperor had chosen him. Huang Degong was in the same situation, but his official title was far lower than his.

The emperor noticed a junior colonel, and everyone probably thought that Huang Long's name was honored.

But they didn't know that Zhu Youxiao respected him, respected this loyal and brave general in history who shed tears for his mother, refused to surrender to the rebels, and finally did not escape but sacrificed his life on the battlefield in Lushun Fort.

Therefore, being the same as the commander of the first division, Huang Long should be the one who was promoted the fastest. In his heart, he was also the one who was most grateful to the emperor and was determined to repay his kindness with his life.

Huang Long held this belief in all the battles he participated in, including the Battle of Ningyuan, the counterattack of Fuzhou, and the siege of Haicheng.

Because of his loyalty and bravery, Xiong Tingbi respected and looked up to him, unlike when he initially thought he was a lucky recruit and looked down on him.

Therefore, Xiong Tingbi handed the Haicheng siege to him. After all, he was an old unit in western Liaoning, and such military achievements and honors would also bring honor to Old Xiong.

Huang Long was selected by the emperor and made great military achievements. Wouldn’t the emperor be happy?

Amidst the thunderous roar of flags and battle cries came not only the troops besieging the city, but also the surrounding reserve corps and the mobile cavalry led by Cao Wenzhao.

The sharp sabers swung up and down in the air, reflecting dazzling light. People shouted and horses neighed, and the cavalry's war roar was more powerful than that of the infantry.

Although they were the Imperial Camp Flying Cavalry, many young and strong Liao people had enlisted during the period of reorganizing the Imperial Camp and resettling Liao people. Their emotions became even more excited, and their roars became even more vigorous.

In the past, some people were alone or brought their families with them, and they entered the pass with tattered clothes and hungry stomachs; now they are wearing shiny helmets and equipped with sophisticated weapons, and are riding horses back to Liaodong.

We must pacify the Liao and eliminate the slaves, take back our former homeland, and firmly protect this black fertile land so that our families and fellow villagers can live and work in peace and contentment, and no longer suffer from the pain of war.

"Roar, roar, roar!" Roaring out the pain and hatred in his heart.

"Kill, kill, kill!" Kill all the Jiannu and Western Tartars who invaded homes, looted property, and massacred the Liao people.

The passionate emotions spread like the wind, and the shocking war roars spread in all directions.

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