Abahai and others quickly whipped their horses, 20,000 cavalry, galloping in the remaining snowfield, in the early spring of Liaodong, the sun came out during the day, the ice and snow melted, the road was muddy, and at night, it was frozen into a lump again, and the road surface was hard. During the day, the shoes were wet with mud and water, and at night the shoes and footcloths had to be dried by a bonfire, otherwise the toes would be frostbitten, blackened, yellow, and finally rotten.

They ran up to a small mound on the bank of the river, and the situation in front of them was in full view, along the bank of the river, a dozen wooden boats were burning with fire, some soldiers in strange black leather clothes were sitting in small boats, quickly shuttling on the side of the stranded boats, the small boat did not paddle, only one person pedaled quickly at the tail, like stepping on a waterwheel, the speed of the small boat was amazing.

A dozen or so Eight Banner soldiers on a boat, holding shields and waving knives and guns, did not let the Ming army approach, a soldier of the Ming army picked up a strange glass bottle, casually threw it over, cracked on the wooden box of the goods, the tent suddenly, the flames rose into the air, and the bottle exploded directly. With a viscous liquid, the flames splashed everywhere, and the Eight Banners soldiers on the ship were splashed all over, and the howls of pain sounded instantly, they threw their swords, guns and shields, and slapped them desperately with their hands, and a flame was slapped by the hand, and it was slapped into more flames and fell on the body, and the whole person quickly became a burning torch.

Some people couldn't bear the pain, and jumped into the river despite their inability to swim, and a cow Lu Ezhen (wearing a brocade robe) held the boat with both hands, and submerged his whole body in the water, and the flames were finally extinguished, and he just breathed a sigh of relief, but he just poked his head out of the water, and with a bang, his whole head burned again. He screamed and quickly stopped struggling in the water, but the part of the body floating on the water was still burning.

Abahai and Mang Gurtai were chilled when they saw it, what kind of flame was this, it was so vicious that it couldn't be extinguished with water, as long as it was stained with a little bit, it would burn into the bone marrow like maggots attached to the bones.

Li Jing looked at the effect of using the white phosphorus burning/flask for the first time, sighed, and couldn't bear it for a while, these Eight Banners created a lot of massacres in Liaodong, it was not the Ming army that provoked them, it was they who took the initiative to capture Fushun, Kaiyuan, and Tieling, and slaughtered the city many times. Bloody killing and looting, captive and plundering of people of all ethnic groups as slaves, farming and weaving, they treated slaves even worse than livestock, many died of starvation, torture and beating. Numerous war crimes have been committed.

However, their illegal acts in the war should be punished by law, and it is indeed inhumane to kill them with such an extremely cruel weapon. Their barbarism comes from the law of the jungle, and what they need to do is to bring them into civilized society and abide by the morals and laws of human society.

"It is recorded that no burning/burning flasks should be used except in exceptional crisis situations, and in cases where the enemy uses cruel means to harm the peaceful population, such as massacring the city, driving the people to storm the military formation, etc. If it is necessary to burn the enemy's baggage and equipment, it is necessary to avoid casualties as much as possible, and the use of conventional weapons should be the main thing for killing and wounding the enemy's personnel, and the burning/burning flasks are mainly used to burn the enemy's equipment and baggage. The right to use the burner/flask must be authorized by the military envoy of the same level. Li Jing said sternly.

The adjutant immediately pulled out his notebook to record it. Then communicate.

Soon, all the remnants of the ships burned down. At the end of the battle, the river sailors salvaged the wounded and undead enemy soldiers with hooks and sickles, etc., and piled them up under the mound of Abahai and others. The cavalrymen of the Eight Banners watched as they nursed the wounded on their own side without shooting arrows. These people watched in amazement as these Ming soldiers made these strange moves. They always killed the wounded, and they felt that their heads could not turn, and it was not until many years later that they understood the meaning of one word, humanity.

Abahai and Mang Gurtai looked stupidly at the small fleet of fifteen black ships. The mood was complicated, more than 3,000 Eight Banners and more than 2,000 shipwrights, and a large amount of grain and grass materials were burned in just two hours. On the black boat in the middle, there is a strange flag fluttering on the high flagpole, under the light of the raging fire, the bright red flag, embroidered with gold thread with a canopy of rising flames, the abstract lines of the flame stretch upward, converge into one, a phoenix with its head spread its wings, as if it is hissing, Abahai looked at the fire phoenix hunting and fluttering in the wind, full of three-dimensional sense and dynamic, and suddenly understood, this pattern shows the moment when the phoenix is reborn from the flame after Nirvana spreads its wings and screams.

There was a loud sound, and an iron feather eagle arrow landed in front of Abahai's horse, causing everyone to exclaim, this distance is not less than 400 meters, and it can shoot so far unless it is a top-level tiger power bow with 15 forces. Abahai himself could shoot so far, but he couldn't do it accurately. He looked appreciatively at the young archers on the boat opposite. The Jurchens revered the heroes, the cavalry cheered, and they never hesitated to praise even if they were enemies. In this respect, they also have an upright and down-to-earth side.

The boat in the middle turned sideways, and the iron shed on the middle deck was opened, and a group of people standing looked at themselves, a young man with a golden crown standing with his hands in his hands, with a slender figure and a beautiful face. Behind him stood a young man of the same shape, carrying a strange bow with many pulleys in his hand. There should be some officers all around.

"Master, this arrow has an epistle tied to it." A Goshha pulled out the big arrow with both hands and handed it to Abahai. Looking closely, a very small silk scroll, revealing a white note with the words "King Jin Khan's personal enlightenment" written on it, the handwriting is not very good, not as good as his own writing, Abahai couldn't help but look carefully at the young man who was obviously the leader.

"Where is the Khan?" Abahai asked.

"The messenger who informed the news has returned, and the king of Khan has said that he knows, and has ordered us not to delay the time if the fleet is destroyed, and to continue our march towards Shenyang, as originally planned.

At this time, the sailors on the opposite ship pushed the arc-shaped iron shed back together, and the black boat on the surface began to turn around and go down the river.

"Mang Gurtai, let's go, take the wounded soldiers. Do you want to stay here and blow the wind. Abahai said to Mang Gultai.

At the same time, before dawn, more than 20 scouts of the Eight Banners were groping around the periphery of Shenyang to carefully reconnoitre, and He Ping, who was following behind, swarmed together in an instant, and finally calmed down after a cup of tea, He Ping wiped the blood stains of the dagger with the corner of his clothes, calmly looked at the more than ten dead Jiannu and six bound captives on the ground, and said: "Take your tongue back to the city."