Weng Zhiqi had a wicked smile on his face.
Huang Degong thought for a moment and continued, "I will leave you 3,000 soldiers. If the Jiannu go south from the mountain road in the north, you must block their way south."
"Also, prepare gunpowder in advance and recruit mountain people in the city."
Weng Zhiqi blinked and smiled knowingly: "I understand."
After making all these arrangements, Huang Degong left quickly with his three hundred personal soldiers and rushed towards Miyun, eighty miles away.
As soon as we arrived outside Miyun City, we met the messenger who brought the news.
The messenger heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Huang Degong. He whipped his horse and came to Huang Degong, clasped his hands and said, "General, we have found the Jiannu. They are camping on the west bank of Chaohe River, fifteen miles northeast of Miyun County."
"Who is leading the troops? How many troops are there?"
"The leader of the army is Dorgon, with a total force of about 20,000. The White Banner has the most flags, estimated to be 6,000 to 7,000 men, followed by the Han and Mongolian Eight Banners, with about 10,000 men."
Dorgon...Zhengbai Banner...20,000 people!
After receiving the three pieces of news, Huang Degong didn't know whether he should relax or be nervous.
He thought Dorgon would attack Xuanfu, but he didn't expect to encounter him himself.
Forty thousand versus twenty thousand!
It seems to have advantages, but in fact there are no advantages.
Especially when facing Dorgon, a master on the battlefield, the slightest mistake would lead to a disastrous defeat.
If he wins, Huang Degong will become famous in one battle.
If you lose...
No, Huang Degong can't afford to lose.
The Ming Dynasty can’t afford to lose!
Huang Degong looked up at the sky. It was already dark and the moon had not yet risen.
He ordered, "Return to the city, beat the drum and raise the tent."
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