[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-a-little-soldier-of-the-late-ming-border-army":3,"chapter-a-little-soldier-of-the-late-ming-border-army-a-little-soldier-of-the-late-ming-border-army-chapter-231":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","A Little Soldier of the Late Ming Border Army",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1205520,1561,"Chapter 231: Dare the Hu Sons Fight Again?","a-little-soldier-of-the-late-ming-border-army-chapter-231",231,"\u003Cp>Before the wagon formation, gunpowder smoke hung thick in the air. The deafening crack of firelocks went on without pause — at least the firelock soldiers at the front and on both flanks of the wagon formation were all firing furiously at the charging Qing troops and horses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The earlier bombardment of canister shot from the cannons on three sides had already succeeded in greatly blunting the momentum of the Qing cavalry charge. The men and horses constantly collapsing dead outside the wagon formation also obstructed the riders behind from charging any closer. Coupled with the volleys of firelocks, a razor-sharp net of firepower had been successfully established within a hundred paces all around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wave after wave of those cavalrymen charged forward, and many were already forced to start loosing arrows or hurling javelins and throwing axes from a hundred paces out, or seventy or eighty paces out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, the power of such mounted archery was greatly diminished. After all, horse bows have limited range; even with the momentum of the horse, arrows loosed from beyond a hundred paces were spent by the time they reached the wagon formation. The same was true of javelins and throwing axes — the ideal throwing distance for such weapons was within thirty paces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fire!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Xiancai, the Central Army Squad Commander under Company Commander Han Zhong, bellowed the order. His voice was soft and fine, and he was fair-skinned and handsome, but he was no slouch in battle. He had arrived at Wang Dou's Jingbian Fort in the seventh year of Chongzhen, rising steadily from a common soldier to Squad Commander through accumulated merit; his combat experience was extremely rich.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and Squad Commander Yang Tong defended the front of the wagon formation, each commanding four squads of troops. Each company had two squads of firelock soldiers, making a total of four firelock squads — over two hundred men. These firelock soldiers were arrayed in three ranks, blasting desperately toward the front of the formation. Every volley they fired brought a chorus of screaming men and neighing horses. Qing soldiers kept tumbling from their horses, or their warhorses crashed to the ground in agony. Many horses, after being hit, went berserk with pain, bolting and ramming wildly, stirring even greater chaos before the formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Xiancai breathed a sigh of relief. The Qing troops could hardly be said to be executing any mounted archery, and each wave of charging cavalry could not be very large. Even if some of their own firelock soldiers, out of nervousness, failed to properly load their fixed paper cartridges, or if some firelocks malfunctioned and temporarily could not fire, at least ninety percent of the firelocks fired in each volley, still making those Tartar soldiers utterly miserable and completely unable to charge within fifty paces of the formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rank after rank of firelock soldiers exchanged fire. The front-rank firelock soldiers, using the shelter of the wagon mantlets, would hurriedly retreat to reload after firing their pieces, and the second rank would step forward and blast away. In the heat of battle, they could no longer hear their squad officers' commands; relying purely on instinct and the rigorous peacetime training at Shunxiang Fort, they fired, withdrew, and stepped forward again, over and over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of volley fire never ceased. As the firelock soldiers fired, Qing arrows kept flying in. The firelock soldiers all wore eight-panel iron-tipped helmets and breastplates; against such spent, scattered arrows, as long as no vital spot was hit, even taking a few arrows in the body was no great matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, any firelock soldier struck in the arm by an arrow was immediately pulled back by the medics and swiftly sent to the central army section for treatment. Large vats of boiled water had been prepared there, and a large number of medics could meticulously tend to even the most minor wounds on their bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was only one unlucky brother who was struck by a rather ferocious javelin. A Qing armored cavalryman, borrowing the momentum of his horse, had hurled it viciously from several dozen paces away. The javelin pierced through that firelock soldier brother's chest; his eyes wide open, he was nailed dead to the ground. Another firelock soldier had his helmet knocked off by a flying axe that came hurtling over, startling the poor fellow into a cold sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the firelock soldiers fought, the artillerymen were not idle. At that moment, Zhao Xuan again gave the order, and twenty-five cannons fired canister shot in unison. The earth shuddered again, and a huge bloody corridor was blasted open directly ahead. Several bloody figures were blown clean off their horses in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the artillery and firelock brothers having all the fun, the saber-and-shield soldiers and pikemen arrayed neatly behind the firelock soldiers were somewhat bored, gazing enviously at them in combat. Although the saber-and-shield soldiers carried javelins for use as ranged projectile weapons, the Tartar soldiers had never managed to charge in, so their javelins had no chance to be used.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Dou stood atop his command wagon, closely watching the battle unfold. His tall command wagon and the lookout pole wagon stood out as conspicuously within the wagon formation as a crane among chickens. Both the protective mantlets around the command wagon and the tall lookout turret on the pole wagon were densely bristling with arrows, most of them embedded shallowly — after all, at such a distance, arrow power was limited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Dou and the flagman in the lookout turret naturally paid no mind to these drifting arrows. The battle situation at the front of the wagon formation already held no suspense, so Wang Dou turned his gaze toward the two flanks and the rear of the formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By now, countless Qing riders were circling the wagon formation, loosing arrows and kicking up great billowing clouds of dust. Not far from all four sides of the formation, dense masses of Qing cavalry dashed back and forth, spying for any weakness in their wagon formation that they could exploit to charge in. The several hundred Bayara troops Wang Dou was watching had also halted in a large group several hundred paces to the left of the wagon formation, eyeing it covetously, poised to strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Defending the left side of the wagon formation was Squad Commander Tian Zhijue, under Company Commander Han Zhong. He had two squads of firelock soldiers under his command, but one squad had been detached to defend the village fort, leaving only one firelock squad. However, the more than one hundred sixty men of the Second Section's supply corps were all firelock soldiers, all deployed here, giving this side firelock strength equal to the front of the wagon formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the advantage of a field square formation: troop strength and firepower could be evenly distributed. There were no flanks, no rear — every face was a front! The agony the Qing troops encountered at the front of the wagon camp, they encountered here as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If firepower on any face proved insufficient, Wang Dou's own battalion supply corps still had over two hundred firelocks, and the cavalry unit, including its auxiliaries, had another six hundred firelocks, all ready to be deployed as reserves to support any face at any time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to mention that on every face of the square formation, there were at least five medium breech-loading swivel guns, ten small breech-loading bronze swivel guns, and fifteen crouching-tiger cannons each — all capable of firing canister at close range. The ferocity of the firepower far exceeded those Qing soldiers' expectations, and this was even without the crouching-tiger cannons on each face having had a chance to fire yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In all their years of campaigning, these cavalrymen felt this battle was the most infuriating. Compared to the Ming army, their own peerlessly fierce mounted archery skills had no chance whatsoever to be displayed before these Ming troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They simply could not charge within fifty paces of the Ming formation. The ferocity of the Ming firelocks chilled every one of them to the bone. At a hundred paces, they could pierce armor; at seventy or eighty paces, they could pierce multiple layers of armor. Seated high on their horses, they were essentially huge targets. Every time the volley of firelocks rang out from the opposite side, the warriors around them tumbled and rolled to the ground, screaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the men before and behind them grow fewer and fewer, anyone would feel chilled and afraid — let alone the fact that after paying such a huge price, they could not even touch the doors of the enemy's wagons. A profound sense of helplessness welled up in the hearts of these Qing cavalrymen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They grew ever more terrified of the Ming firelocks opposite them, and even more terrified of their cannon canister. How could those artillerymen be so composed? Every time they fired their unhurried, orderly volleys, after being swept by their rain of projectiles, one truly wished for death and could not find it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unknowingly, within several dozen paces, or a hundred paces, around that Ming wagon formation, the ground was already piled with the corpses of their own fallen warriors. Everywhere were wounded men struggling and wailing, and blood-soaked injured warhorses running wild, screaming pitifully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Qing riders circling the wagon formation and loosing arrows grew fewer and fewer. Most of the cavalrymen were now keeping far away from all four sides of the formation, galloping back and forth aimlessly, howling madly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fire!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The officer of the Second Section's artillery unit on the left side of the wagon formation barked the order. The flagman beside him jerked his banner down sharply. A great thick cloud of gunpowder smoke billowed up, and the fifteen large and small breech-loading swivel guns on that face roared in unison. A sky-blotting storm of lead balls and iron pellets swept across a large area, catching a group of Qing cavalrymen who were galloping obliquely past beyond a hundred paces, just drawing their bows to play their mounted archery game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another great bloody swath was torn open. The riders at the front and on the left of that Qing cavalry group were all sent flying out, a mangled mess of flesh and blood. Those on the outer fringe who were caught in the blast also tumbled down in droves. Countless maddened horses again bolted and bucked wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fire!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the cannon volley, the firelock soldiers at that position seized the opportunity to launch a massive attack on those panicked men and horses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining Qing riders of that unit fled outward in blind panic, not stopping until they were several hundred paces away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They looked at one another, wanting to weep but having no tears. This wave of attacking Qing cavalry had numbered nearly three hundred; in this short span of time, half were already gone. Of those remaining, many were wounded, swaying unsteadily on their horses. With the backward state of Qing medical skills, many of those struck by firelock balls or cannon projectiles would not survive even after returning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Fende Boshiku, his face and body drenched in blood, broke into loud wailing. Their Jalan Zhangjin, Huda, had been turned into a human sieve, man and horse together, in that volley of Ming cannon fire just moments ago. The Fende Boshiku had clearly seen half of the Jalan's head fly off on the spot — there was absolutely no chance of survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And their Jalan was truly finished. Of the five companies of troops, two had been lost on the stone bridge. Of the remaining three companies, the greater half had been lost before this wagon formation. Even their own Jalan's Zhangjin had died in battle. Finished. Everything was finished. Thinking of this, the Fende Boshiku wailed even louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among that Qing cavalry unit, a Jalan Zhangjin sat on his horse, his eyes vacant. Judging by the banners and armor of the flagmen behind him, they were armored soldiers of the Plain Red Banner of the Eight Banner Mongols. This Jalan Zhangjin was also covered in blood. Swaying unsteadily, his vision suddenly went dark, and he toppled from his horse. Some of his personal guards and bondservants hurriedly dismounted to support him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Jalan Zhangjin struggled to his feet, but hot tears welled from his eyes. The armored soldiers of his Plain Red Banner Mongols were few to begin with. From the initial charge to now, over half of the banner's armored soldiers had been killed or wounded. The Plain Red Banner was finished. With his vacant eyes, he gestured for a trusted officer to come closer and said with effort in a low voice in Mongolian: \"Fight no more. Leave some seed... for the banner...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With those words, he passed out, leaving behind a great crowd of Plain Red Banner Mongol soldiers wailing around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A stillness fell between heaven and earth. The gruesome fate of that Qing cavalry unit struck fear into the hearts of all the Qing horsemen. Their faces pale, they fled far away, milling around the wagon formation in a daze, not knowing what to do. The main Qing formation was silent as well; the rousing drumbeats had long since ceased. Clearly, Dudu of the Bordered Red Banner was also in turmoil, unsure of what to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Dou gazed into the distance, a smile appearing on his face. By his rough estimate, in this short span of time, the elite armored soldiers of the Bordered Red Banner had already suffered four to five hundred casualties — a loss rate approaching twenty percent. After this battle, the Bordered Red Banner could be said to have been dealt a grievous blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dare you fight again?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Breathing in the thick smell of gunpowder smoke and blood, Wang Dou gazed at the movements over there, his heart full of anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking around, the faces of his officers and soldiers all bore expressions of pride and delight. Tartar soldiers were nothing special after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Were it not for military discipline, Wang Dou reckoned many would already be cheering and leaping for joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the sound of horns came from that direction, followed by the rousing beat of war drums rising again. Wang Dou saw the several hundred Bayara troops on the left side of the wagon formation slowly begin to move. It seemed they were going to play their old trick of dismounting to fight on foot after riding into position. Wang Dou gave a cold laugh: \"They court death.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a single command, the flagman beside him immediately relayed his order to Zhong Diaoyang's battalion supply corps. The supply soldiers there instantly grabbed their firelocks and rushed into formation within the camp, ready to support any face at any moment. At the same time, the breech-loading swivel guns on all four sides of the wagon formation prepared themselves; the moment the Qing troops arrived, they would blast them with canister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The firelock soldiers on every face likewise made ready to fire. Wang Dou also sent orders to Li Guangheng, instructing his cavalry unit to be ready at any moment to sally out of the wagon formation in pursuit. Wang Dou wanted the Qing troops opposite to know that his grand army was not merely cowering inside the wagon formation, afraid to move — he, too, possessed the ability to counterattack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The several hundred Bayara troops urged their horses faster and faster. They all wore quicksilver-colored armor, each man possessing a brass heart-protector mirror. On every man's back was stuck a small banner with flame-patterned borders, whipping wildly with the horses' momentum. Amidst the many waves of riders, a huge gold-woven dragon banner flew — that was the standard of the Bordered Red Banner's Bayara Banner Zhangjin. Within the Bordered Red Banner, his status was equal to that of the various Beile; he, too, held the right to use a dragon banner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These several hundred Bayara troops were now the most elite soldiers in the Bordered Red Banner. If even they could do nothing against this Ming force, the morale and fighting spirit within the Bordered Red Banner would surely plummet. In the future, upon encountering this Ming force, they would have no choice but to take a long detour and steer far clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bearing the honor of the Great Qing's Bordered Red Banner, which they must salvage, and the fierce self-confidence forged from surviving a hundred battles, these Bayara troops all gnashed their teeth. As their horses' speed increased, they began to shout loudly, finally merging into a single chorus of frenzied howls and screams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their warhorses reached top speed, and at last their hoofbeats rumbled like thunder as they came rolling in a charge toward the left side of the wagon formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ready...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the cold wind, watching those Tartar soldiers charging over desperately, the artillery unit officer on the left side of the wagon formation revealed a cold smile. After the earlier fighting, there was not the slightest trace of nervousness left in his heart. He bellowed the order, and the artillerymen beside each cannon immediately lowered their linstocks with burning match cords, ready at any moment to ignite the cannons not far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the artillerymen, the firelock soldiers behind the war wagons on that face — the front-rank firelock soldiers — steadied the barrels of their firelocks firmly on the mantlets, aiming at the men and horses charging toward them. The firelock soldiers in the several ranks behind them likewise stood rooted, each holding his firelock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another two hundred-odd supply soldiers from the battalion supply corps, also holding firelocks, stood arrayed behind them, waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fire!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, the several hundred Bayara troops had already charged past the hundred-pace mark. With the artillery unit officer's command, the flagman beside him jerked his banner down sharply. Again, great thick clouds of smoke billowed up. Amidst the deafening roar of cannon, the fifteen large and small breech-loading swivel guns bellowed in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fire!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately after, a deafening roar of arquebuses erupted, and fierce streaks of flame shot out from the arquebuses at each gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Qing troops' shouts and the horses' neighs were unceasing. A volley of cannon shot swept through, and at least several dozen Bayara soldiers on one front were mowed down in an instant, while many Qing riders in the waves behind them were also struck and tumbled from their horses. These Bayara soldiers were indeed fierce and brave; the sight of the riders and horses ahead of them reduced to mangled flesh and blood still could not shake their will to fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bayara soldiers behind them still came rolling on. Many charged within fifty paces, then nimbly leaped from their saddles and, as if by sleight of hand, produced great bows and sharp arrows. Many of these men had not even finished setting their stance before they fell under the roar of the arquebuses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet some among them had already drawn their bows and nocked their arrows. A whistling shower of arrows came over, and several artillerymen who lacked the cover of war wagons or mantlets were struck in the body and face; they screamed and toppled backward. Those arquebusiers, shielded by mantlets, exposed only their upper bodies and heads. Some sharp arrows struck their chests and arms but did not hit vital spots. Still, a few arquebusiers were hit in the cheeks and face by sharp arrows and fell face-first to the ground with a great cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fire!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These Tartar soldiers were indeed formidable. Brothers beside them were constantly struck by arrows, yet the arquebusiers still advanced rank after rank, raising their arquebuses and blasting at the Tartar Heavy Armor Soldiers who crouched on one knee shooting arrows from several dozen paces away, knocking them to the ground one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some more Bayara soldiers charged even closer, their iron hooves trampling the iron caltrops on the ground. From thirty paces out, they split into two wings and swept past, hurling a great shower of javelins, throwing axes, iron cudgels, and other thrown weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the formation, soldiers fell one after another, while at the same time those Bayara soldiers also toppled one after another. The arquebuses fired at close range, striking their men and horses. No matter how many layers of armor they wore, the outcome was always to be shot and tumble from their horses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Dou's face was grim as he stared intently at the battle on the left side of the wagon formation. In this wave of fighting, his own troops had suffered considerable casualties, but those Bayara soldiers had suffered even more. He estimated that of the four hundred-plus Bayara soldiers, nearly half had already been lost. Could they still keep fighting?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although the artillerymen on that side had taken heavy losses, under the shouted orders of the artillery Squad Commander, the remaining gunners had reloaded most of the Folangji cannons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face grim, he gave another great shout: \"Fire!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least ten Folangji cannons, large and small, fired in unison. Amid the deafening roar of cannon fire, another vast bloody path was torn open...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, silence fell between heaven and earth. The remaining small portion of Bayara soldiers no longer charged forward but galloped swiftly into the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They admitted that they had failed. The honored title of Bayara had no effect whatsoever on those Ming troops ahead. Like the rest of the soldiers in their banner, every one of them was pale-faced and dull-eyed. The once-proud great Bayara woven-gold dragon banner now drooped askew, its luster gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bayara Banner Commander of the Bordered Red Banner rode on in dejection. From this moment on, when the warriors of the Great Qing's Bordered Red Banner encountered this Ming force, they would likely never again have the heart for a direct confrontation. Fortunately, although this Ming unit's firearms were deadly sharp, his own banner had many cavalry. Since frontal assault would not work in the future, they could still use the cavalry's advantage to harass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly he heard the thunder of hooves, and cries of alarm rose from the warriors around him. He turned his head to look, both shocked and furious. From within the Ming wagon formation, several hundred riders had charged out in pursuit, howling wildly as they raced toward his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Guangheng was overjoyed when he received the order for his cavalry unit to enter the battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the arquebusiers and artillerymen inside the formation fighting so fiercely, his hands had long been itching. Upon receiving the order, he immediately led his cavalry charging out of the formation. Although his four hundred riders' horses were not yet spirited enough for that level of intensity—charging formations and direct head-on clashes were still beyond them—melee combat was everyone's specialty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He led his troops out of the formation at lightning speed. Behind the four hundred riders, two companies of Night Scouts also followed, howling, led by Wen Daxing, to see if there was any advantage to be seized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of the five thousand Qing cavalry, roughly three thousand armored soldiers, six or seven hundred had already become casualties, most of them armored soldiers, and a considerable number were Bayara soldiers. The Qing troops had long since lost all will to fight. The outcome of such a melee went without saying. Very soon, the sound of gongs calling for withdrawal came from the great formation of the Bordered Red Banner, and the Qing troops retreated like the ebbing tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In front of the great formation, Dudu watched his soldiers retreat in dejection. Their wretched state and the enormous casualty count drained all color from his face. He could only mutter, \"The Beile Rao Yu was right. I was far too arrogant and underestimated the enemy!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the entire great formation, there was likewise dead silence. Not a single person spoke; only a nameless terror spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a rider came galloping from the Ming wagon formation. Some of his subordinates wanted to ride out and intercept him, but Dudu shook his head and allowed the Ming rider to approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arriving before Dudu's great banner, though surrounded entirely by Tartar soldiers staring at him with man-eating glares, the Ming rider showed not the slightest fear. He was brought before Dudu, gave a slight salute, and said in the Manchu language: \"I am Yang Hu, a Night Scout soldier under the command of the Mobile Corps Commander of Baoan Department, Xuanfu Garrison, of the Great Ming. My general has asked me to deliver a message!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face full of pride, he swept his gaze over the surrounding crowd, his eyes revealing a look of contempt. He shouted sternly at Dudu: \"My general asks: you barbarians—do you dare fight again?\"\u003C\u002Fp>",4123,"2026-06-03T14:05:36.780Z",1,"Novelzhen Translator","e621757b809dce162b4a1b4d2924c5e9ad1d58959bbd1bfd98e990e79148c08e","a-little-soldier-of-the-late-ming-border-army-chapter-232","a-little-soldier-of-the-late-ming-border-army-chapter-230",896,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fa-little-soldier-of-the-late-ming-border-army-cover.jpg"]