Forty miles east of Sancha'er Fort, the Great Wall of Liaodong.

In fact, the so-called Liaodong Great Wall is not really the Great Wall, but a large-scale field fortification group formed by independent fortress passes as strongholds, connected with each other by city walls. It is a bit similar to the cage tactics of artillery towers and highways in North China when the little devils entered China later, of course, it cannot be compared with the famous Great Wall.

In fact, this Great Wall defense line can only play the role of deterrence and early warning in peacetime, and the low city wall can be climbed if it is really climbed, and the troops scattered in each fort have their own defense areas, and they are very slow to support each other, and they are easily attacked by the enemy's superior forces, and they are completely passively beaten.

It's just that Liaodong didn't rise before, and it seems that the Jianzhou Jurchens have become a big force in the climate, and there are fierce generals like Li Chengliang to guard it, and those barbarians don't dare to act rashly, and after a long time of peace, it gives people an illusion, as if this Great Wall is very effective. In fact, clear-eyed people know in their hearts that if they really fight, these broken walls are actually useless, and the key is to rely on people. If people don't fight for strength, no matter how strong and high the wall is, it will be in vain.

Just like it is now.

The collapsed city wall formed several large gaps several zhang wide, rubble and earth bricks were piled up into small slopes, and thousands of Zhenghongqi and armor bannermen rode their horses through the gaps in the flying smoke and dust to break into the border of the Ming Dynasty. From a high place, all the places where people can stand are densely packed with people squirming, which can be said to be red armor like clouds, red flags everywhere, and the soaring murderous aura rushes straight to Xiaohan.

This is a real army of tigers and wolves!

Dai Shan stood on the commanding heights of the city wall and looked at the scene in front of him with satisfaction. This army that is advancing with the power of the fire of the prairie is brought out by his own hands, and it is this heroic army that swept the Liaodong Iron Cavalry of the Ming Army that was high above the city of Fushun not long ago. Now he is only the banner master of these 8,000 Red Banner warriors, but he believes that sooner or later he will stand at the peak of the 100,000 Eight Banner Army, and under his leadership, the land from Beiguan to Shanhaiguan will be trampled under the feet of the Eight Banner Army, and Liaodong will truly become the world of the Jurchens.

He felt that day was not far off, at least not in his opinion. If this time goes well, when he returns to Hetuala, his position as heir will no longer be shaken.

He turned his gaze into the distance, and smoke rose from the direction of Sancha'er Fort. This is the land that their Jurchen ancestors have cultivated for generations, but it was forcibly enclosed by the Great Wall of the Ming Dynasty. The Jurchens did not hate this without bitterness, and it is now conceivable that his subordinates may be venting their anger and dissatisfaction. It is the tradition of the Jurchens to kill the captives after victory, and in his eyes, those weak Han people are only worthy of being Aha for the Jurchens, but how unfair it is to occupy such fertile land!

It's all because of that damn broken wall, no one dared to touch it before, but now it's different. Fushun Pass has been destroyed, Magendan Fort, Dongzhou Fort and other places have also been demolished, the Great Wall on the south bank of the Hunhe River has opened the record, and now it is the turn of the north bank of the Hunhe River.

These broken walls are symbols of the Ming army's dominance here, and what he has to do is to erase these symbols from the ground as much as possible, and he wants the entire Liaodong to know that the Jurchen orders between the white mountains and black waters are the only truth, and the iron hooves of the Jurchens will completely flatten all the places that do not obey.

"Herald! Tell Lange and Siltai not to kill too much, and to capture as many as possible. ”

He didn't care about the lives of the Han people, anyway, even the court of the Han people didn't care about the lives of their people, and the Jurchens had no reason to care. What he cares about is the whereabouts of the Han man named Yue Xiang, don't die in the chaos, no one can say anything about this kind of thing, there are no eyes on the battlefield, if something goes wrong, it will be troublesome.

However, he was still more reassured, although Shiertai was brave and reckless, but Lange was a calm and calm man. In addition, he felt that the character who could make Huang Taiji, known as the first wise general of the Eight Banners, suffer a dumb loss, should not lose his life in the chaos so easily. He had a hunch and an expectation, hoping that he would be able to meet this person in person.

Because he felt that such a person had to be captured by himself to have a sense of achievement, and the person who Huang Taiji couldn't surrender was captured by himself, which was enough to prove his ability to overwhelm him......

Incense burner mountain, Sifang Village, sword light and sword shadow, shouting to kill the sky.

On the narrow mountain road, hundreds of people crowded inside and outside the wall, brandishing their blades and slashing wildly. There were people screaming and falling down cliffs, or rolling down steep ravines into valleys. And there are more corpses on the flat ground of the mountain road, and they fall to the ground horizontally, and there are pools of bloody footprints all over the ground, as well as stumps and broken arms that have been trampled and deformed.

There was a boom, and the gun in Yue Xiang's hand spewed out a huge tongue of fire and gunsmoke. The caliber of this gun is as large as the mouth of a wine glass, and it fires a high-power shotshot, the same as a small cannon. A huge burst of fire struck directly into the crowd of Jurchen soldiers, and the metal projectiles tore apart the flesh and blood like a devastating tear, and suddenly the broken armor and flesh fragments and broken shields flew all over the sky, and the Jurchen soldiers screamed and were knocked over seven or eight, and even the two Luo soldiers who had no time to dodge were knocked down.

He threw a big gun, swung his knife to slash a slashing horn knife, and smashed his fist into the other man's face, which exploded like a rotten tomato.

He swung his knife to slash, but suddenly moved sideways, and almost at the same time, a knife behind him stabbed straight over, and it couldn't close the momentum just into the chest of the rotten face, Yue Xiang roared, swung the knife back, and cut off the handle of the knife. Because the movement was too big, even half of the arm of a Luo soldier next to him flew into the sky, and blood splashed him.

The minions fell down with a miserable howl, and before the Jurchen soldier could let go, Yue Xiang's knife cut off his left hand. Then three machetes slashed into his body from different directions. The Jurchen soldier roared and grabbed one with one hand, opened his mouth like a dying beast and bit his neck, and the two fell from the wall together. The small pile of corpses below has been piled up in two or three layers, and there are about twenty or thirty of them.

Both sides are almost forced to use people to go up, and the cottage side miraculously withstood the impact from the outside after paying heavy casualties, and slowly controlled the situation on the wall.

Yue Xiang's family and Mao Wenlong, Rouge Tiger, these masters fought desperately in front, plus Yang Shan came down from the top of the Quartet with the last reinforcements to reinforce, the cottage had a clear advantage in numbers, and these minions who were inspired to be ferocious also became not afraid of death.

The battle lasted for more than an hour, and the battle situation gradually became a stalemate.

Don't look at the Jurchen soldiers' offensive at the beginning, but now as soon as the two sides start a scuffle, first of all, the Jurchens' most powerful weapon———— bows and arrows can no longer be used. In addition, the terrain was rugged, and the troops attacking the mountain could not ride horses. The advantage of the Jurchen soldiers lies in their mounted archery and high mobility, and they are naturally invincible in the field charge and pursuit, but unfortunately this is not a flat place, and they can only rush on foot with a single blow.

Moreover, the terrain is too narrow, and the number of your own side is not advantageous compared to the other party, so you can't use it at all. The people in front are fighting, and the people behind are crowded on the road and can only wait. And from time to time on the winding mountain road above their heads, some people threw down big stones and sandalwood, as well as cold arrows, they were wearing iron armor, relatively bloated and cumbersome, there was no way to hide, every blow could hit one or two people, many people had lost their combat effectiveness before they had even entered the battle.

One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion. Even if the Jurchen soldiers last longer than ordinary people, there will always be a time when they "decline", and now they are like a beast rushing into the quagmire, with no power but no way to use it. And gradually began to show fatigue.

On the other hand, the soldiers of Luo have inspired the bloody nature of not being afraid of death in the bloody battle (this is in stark contrast to the officers and soldiers). Wielding machetes and shouting wildly, they are desperate to fight against the Jurchen soldiers who attack the wall, and they have been accustomed to walking mountain roads for a long time, and their mobility is stronger than that of their opponents in this rugged terrain, and the number of people in the cottage has an advantage.

The battle between the two sides was bloody and brutal, and it had reached the point of madness. Often, after a Jurchen soldier cut down one or two people, someone sacrificed his body to block the knife, and then jumped down the cliff with him. Or before the Jurchen soldier could break free, he was cut down by a random knife.

Although the Jurchens' offensive was still fierce, their advance seemed to have really stopped in front of this wall. They couldn't get behind the wall anyway. They are indeed the kings in the field, but now, they obviously lack effective means to deal with this cottage, and their casualties are constantly increasing.

Niu Lu's eyes were on fire, he originally thought that such a small cottage was not ready to be caught. I didn't expect the Han people here to be so tenacious, they were so tenacious, and their degree of plagiarism was even better than that of their Jianzhou Jurchens. It was completely different from the Ming army he saw in Fushun and the Han slaves in Hetuala.

Who are these bandits!? Are they really Han Chinese? How many more such people are there in this cottage? The invincible Eight Banners Army can't even take such a small cottage? This rotten terrain is really hard to use.

At this moment, he should first retreat and regroup, and make a detailed plan, but he didn't dare. The military law formulated by the wise Khan was so severe that he did not start fighting, and he had to fight to the death, and it was a capital crime to withdraw without an order, and the whole team would be executed.

He couldn't help but think wildly in his mind, but he caught a glimpse of the fire exploding in front of him, and a thunderbolt of fireworks hit him head-on, which was the earthen cannon on the cottage. Hula, all the Jurchen soldiers, including him, squatted down with their heads in their hands almost at the same time, and their shields were blocked on their heads, which could be called experienced.

But after all, the earthen cannon is an earthen cannon, and the accuracy and power cannot be compared with the army's cannon, and a large piece of iron sand and gravel flew over the head of the squatting man with a large piece of fireworks, and only one or two people were injured.

However, this was only the beginning of the disaster, and before he could stand up, he suddenly heard the shouts of killing in front of him suddenly increase.

Then look at the soldiers who attacked the wall, they were pushed down one after another, and then the rocks fell down, and the huge rolling logs rumbled down the mountain road. Some of the Jurchen warriors standing on the slope went up to block, some dodged on both sides, and some were pushed by the huge impact of the rolling log, and they actually fell on their backs to the crowd behind them, and the crowd was chaotic, and the formation began to waver.

"What's going on!?" Before he finished speaking, he saw the gate of the village in front of him wide open, and the Han people inside poured out like a crazy herd, colliding with the crowd of bannermen outside.

Long spears and short knives were staggered with each other, blood and water were splashing, and the two human walls were tightly crowded and collided together, carrying shields on their shoulders, and arrows were constantly shuttling in the air. The Jurchen bannermen, who had lost their momentum, stood on the slope at a large angle, and were rushed by the condescending and lifeless rush in front of them, and there was no point of strength under their feet, so they were rushed to the point of inability and began to stride backwards, and some of them stumbled and rolled to the ground, and had no chance to get up at all, and were immediately trampled to death.

"Hold on! Rush forward! The Retreater, Slash! ”

Niu Lu really roared hoarsely, and he wanted to rush forward immediately to kill those Han people. It's a pity that he was squeezed behind and couldn't move at all, although the bannermen in front of him resisted desperately and gave the enemy considerable damage, but in the face of a group of outlaws who also didn't want to die, their own casualties continued. The momentum of retreat has been achieved, and even if you try your best, you can't stop it.

"Shoot the arrows! Hurry up and release the arrows! Shoot in front! ”

Niu Lu really shouted like crazy, if he was driven down the mountain, it would be no different from defeating the battle. When the time comes, what awaits you is harsh military law. But on this sloping mountain road, it was really impossible not to retreat when pushed by the people in front, and the people were unstable on their feet, let alone have time to open their bows and arrows, and besides, the comrades in front of them were too close to the enemy, and there was no way to distinguish aiming.

"! Hurry up and release the arrows! Don't go back! Quick release ......"

This Niu Lu Ezhen's mind is already messed up, and he doesn't know how to fight this battle now. If he was on Pingchuan, he would not panic in the face of many enemies, but now he has never fought such a humiliating battle. Just as he was screaming hoarsely, suddenly a figure in the crowd in front of him leaped up, and a strong wind whistled with his arm.

He had never seen such a quick attack, it was like a bolt of lightning. Before he could even react, a shuttle pierced his right shoulder socket with a huge impact, knocking his body backwards, and one guy knocked down several people behind him.

The commander fell, and the morale of the army became even more chaotic. Several bannermen picked up Lord Ezhen, who had passed out, and used their shields to protect him and retreat back. The Han Chinese shouted for joy.

The situation was irretrievable, and the sound of a horn of retreat was heard from the bottom of the mountain.

Like the ebb tide, the Jurchen soldiers quickly retreated down the mountain, and although they lost the battle, their discipline and formation remained neat. The equally exhausted minions were powerless to catch up, but the expressions on their faces were the same. Gone is the fear and madness, replaced by the confidence and fierceness in their eyes.

They repelled the Jianzhou Jurchens, who claimed to be invincible in Liaodong, and it turned out that these Tartars were nothing more than that. As long as they risk their lives to fight to the death, they will also retreat.

Yue Xiang looked at the enemy troops who retreated down the mountain, but he was not as excited as the others. Because he knew that there were far more enemies than that, and that there would be even more difficult battles to come. There will be ten times and twenty times the enemies who come again, and these four square villages, if you don't get it, you really can't hold it.