As soon as the sky was brightened, the cold of the northern night had not completely faded, and the slight autumn wind blew a little new cold.

Fifteen miles outside the north gate of Ningyuan City, Jiannu's military camp began to stir.

First, the soldiers were awakened by a low sound of horns, and one by one they tore at the beef and mutton with mare's milk wine for their breakfast.

Then, still asleep, Sukhbaru was awakened by his own soldiers, yawning and rubbing his astringent eyes, to find that the morning light had penetrated into his marching tent.

Sukhbaru lifted the quilt, propped up the leather cushion under the bed with his left hand, bent over and shrunk his legs, and got up from the bed with a bone.

"What about the soldiers? Are you all up yet? Sukhbaru asked his soldiers as he dressed.

"The soldiers are up and are now eating breakfast." As he spoke, he shoved a large piece of cooked beef into his mouth.

It's autumn now, it's still early before the ice falls, and the Jurchens' breakfast doesn't have to make a fire, and a few pieces of boiled beef or mutton, served with cold mare's milk wine, are their most delicious breakfast.

Sukhbaru had already fastened his clothes, and he took the cooked beef and mare's milk wine handed over by his own soldiers, and listened to the movement outside while eating.

The soldiers were chirping, and the tranquility of the morning had been torn apart by them.

Sukhbaru's brow furrowed, since the soldiers had time to speak, they should have eaten and drunk enough.

He returned the leftover cooked beef and the mare's milk wine to his soldiers, and then wiped his bearded mouth, "Let's go and take a look." ”

"Eh, it's really here!" Someone shouted, and the whole audience immediately fell silent, and the barracks regained its inherent tranquility.

Sukhbaru liked the feeling, and the soldiers were in awe of him as always.

"You're all well fed and drunk?" Sukhbaru slowly passed through the group of soldiers.

"Yes, yes." The number of people who answered was small, but it was very neat.

"Since you have eaten and drunk enough, then get on your horse and line up." Sukhbaru took the reins handed to him by his own soldiers, put his left foot in the saddle, and leaped forward, already firmly on the horse's back.

Mounting horses and lining up were the equestrian basics that the Jurchens had trained since childhood, and after a while, all the soldiers sat on horseback.

Eight oxen, eight columns, lined up in front of Sukhbaru.

"Leave a Jurchen Niulu to guard the big tent, and the rest of the people will follow me to attack Ningyuan City. Ningyuan is the inherent territory of the Jurchens, and we have to snatch it back from the hands of the Han people. "The pre-war mobilization of Sukhbaru is as simple as that.

Even without Sukhbaru's pre-war mobilization, these people, who had learned to ride and shoot since childhood and were accustomed to a life of killing, were full of strength even in their groins when they heard that there was a battle to be fought.

"Recapture Ningyuan and swear to kill Hannu!" The neat sound reverberated rhythmically around the barracks, almost reaching Ningyuan City.

The Niu Lu Ezhen who stayed behind in the big tent suddenly had a bitter face, and his soldiers were also angry, as if their Ezhen had lost the trust of Sukhbaru.

"Ezhen, why do we want to stay in the big tent? Why can't we go and retake Ningyuan? The Jurchen Niu Lu Ezhen, who stayed behind in the big tent, finally mustered up the courage to make his own request to Sukhbaru.

"Yes! Really, why do we stay in the big tent? Let the Han people stay in the big tent! "In the matter of requesting to go on the expedition, the soldiers fully supported their Niu Lu Ezhen.

"Presumptuous!" As soon as Sukhbaru broke off, all the soldiers immediately closed their mouths, but they didn't have time to close their mouths, and they didn't dare to make any sound. "The big horde is the core of the whole army, with the beef and mutton and mare's milk wine that we rely on for survival, if there is anything wrong with the big horde, are you going to drink the northwest wind?"

"Yes, yes." The ox withdrew from the queue and prepared to return to the big tent with his soldiers, and continued to eat his beef and mutton, and drink his mare's milk wine, and the soldiers who had not slept well were going to sleep well.

He couldn't go to the battlefield to loot property, and the soldiers were all listless, and even the cow was really bowing his head, as if he was ashamed of his soldiers.

"Han Army Niu Lu, take the ladder for the siege and set off immediately." Sukhbaru didn't have the heart to consider the mood of his subordinates, he was thinking about whether he could capture Ningyuan before lunch and go to the city for a hot meal, if only there were a few more beautiful Han girls.

The Han people in the city were already the people of the Dajin Kingdom, but when they were occupied by the Ming army in Ningyuan City, they did not die for their lives, and Sukhbaru no longer regarded them as the people of the Dajin Kingdom, who called them capricious Han people!

The peace of the field was shattered by the clatter of horses' hooves, and the air was filled with excitement, excitement, and anticipation.

As soon as the incense was burned, Sukhbaru led his soldiers to the north gate of Ningyuan, and at a distance of fifteen hundred steps from the city gate, all the soldiers stopped.

"Han Army Niu Lu, attack." Sukhbaru's majestic voice reverberated unscrupulously in the ears of every Han soldier.

The Han soldiers did not hesitate, they dismounted, in groups of ten, carrying a long siege ladder, and quickly approached the gate of Ningyuan.

"Ezhen, how can you let the Han people act as the forwards? With their weak combat effectiveness, they will definitely break our spirit. "He was not very dissatisfied with Sukhbaru's approach.

"Pioneer? Haha, no, no wonder you can only serve as my Zalan Zhangjing. Sukhbaru patted him the back, "I just asked them to send the siege ladder to the city, the real siege, haha, it's not their turn yet." ”

“……”

Ningyuan, the head of the north city gate.

Li Xing hid behind the daughter wall, poking his head out from time to time to observe Jiannu's every move.

"Let the Han army come and send them to death? Interesting, it seems that the leader of this Jiannu is not completely reckless. ”

"The brigade seat, a thousand paces, has already entered the range of artillery." The observer reminded Li Xing loudly.

When the Ming army was defeated in Ningyuan, not only did the soldiers not withdraw in time, but also left a large number of materials, there were hundreds of artillery alone, Jiannu was sorted out, and the intact artillery was reinstalled in various cities in Liaodong, Ningyuan City was the forefront of the confrontation between Jiannu and the Ming Dynasty, and eight artillery pieces were installed at each city gate.

"Every four artillery pieces are in a group, concentrate on shelling one ladder, and strive to destroy one by one, not all of them." Li Xing resolutely gave the order according to the previous plan.

"Boom...... Long ......"

"Boom...... Long ......"

"Boom...... Long ......"

……

Eight solid bullets, each targeting two ladders. However, the striking range of the solid bullet is too small, and if it cannot hit the target directly, it can only rely on the distance swept by the solid bullet when it rolls forward.

A solid bullet struck less than a step on the right side of the ladder, and a soldier who followed the ladder was hit in the chest, and the soldier was still standing still in the distance, but the solid bullet passed through his body, leaving a hole in his chest larger than a fist, and blood immediately spurted out of the front and back of his body.

The soldier's body remained balanced, and it was not until the blood in his body ran out that he collapsed limply.

Under the high pressure of Jiannu, the Han soldiers did not have time to grieve for their comrades, they lowered their heads and continued to approach the city wall.

"Hey!" The gunner who had fired the cannon just now lamented that if he had taken a step to the left, the ladder would have been destroyed.

Li Xing saw the trajectory of the solid projectile's flight, and he said loudly to the gunner: "Lower the muzzle of the cannon and land in front of the ladder as much as possible." ”

The gunners quickly adjusted their muzzles, but fortunately the city was full of infantry, and they were carrying heavy ladders, which were not very fast.

Eight more solid bullets.

This time the gunner's luck was too good, a solid bullet hit the middle of the ladder directly, and the middle of the ladder suddenly broke, and the break slammed into the ground, while the two sections of the ladder were lifted upwards.

The two soldiers in the middle of the ladder, one was crushed to death by the ladder, and the other was poked into the chest by the fracture of the ladder, and his soul was immediately killed for 3,000 miles; The two sections of the ladder rose rapidly, throwing the four soldiers carrying the ladder directly into the air, and then slamming them to the ground.

In the third wave of shelling, a solid bullet bounced off the ground and smashed into the tail of a ladder, and the kinetic energy of the solid bullet was quickly transferred to the ladder. The tail of the ladder was thrown out a step further, and the four soldiers who carried the tail of the ladder were also overturned to the ground and could not get up again.

"Brigade, they're a hundred paces." The observer reminded Li Xing again.

Li Xing poked his head out of the battlement, and he found that these Han soldiers were not prepared to draw bows and arrows at all, but just carried the ladder and trotted all the way down the city, "Don't be nervous, these Han soldiers have no combat effectiveness, let them fight again after fifty steps." ”

The closer the distance, the higher the hit rate of the flintlock pistol, and once the Han soldiers entered fifty meters, even if they were not hit by the flintlock pistol, they would be exposed to the range of the flintlock pistol for a longer time if they wanted to run back.

"Fifty steps."

"Shoot." The gunners finally waited for Li Xing's order.

"Bang."

"Bang."

"Bang."

……

The gunners had long been aiming at their targets, three hundred rounds of ammunition, and at a range of fifty paces, the hit rate was greatly increased.

Different gunmen may have targeted the same soldier, many of whom were shot twice or even three times.

More than sixty percent of the Han soldiers fell, and a few soldiers were still overwhelmed by the ladder in their hands. The fallen soldiers were momentarily numb, but they soon woke up, and the mournful shouts of the battlefield almost overpowered the sound of flintlock guns.

Those soldiers who were not injured noticed that something was wrong, although the sound of the artillery just now was terrifying, but the real casualties were only ten soldiers, and now there was only one wave of fire, and they fell more than sixty percent.

The Han soldiers wanted to give full play to their speed advantage, and no one took the lead, but the soldiers ran back in unison, just like the tide of the Qiantang River, which flowed back after encountering the obstruction of the embankment.

The gunmen didn't give them enough time to escape, and just as they turned around, a second wave of 300 rounds flew towards their backs.

The smaller the number of people, the more likely they are to be targeted.

Of the more than forty soldiers, more than thirty more soldiers fell, and the remaining Han soldiers were less than ten.

"Don't waste the bullets, let them go back! Let them tell every Han soldier the power of our flintlock pistol, so that the Han soldiers will turn back as soon as possible, hoping that they will no longer serve Jiannu. Li Xing stopped the gunmen from firing a third round.