A total of 138 Han soldiers became the first batch of surrendered soldiers captured by the Ming New Army in Liaodong.

"Junza, what should these Han troops do now?"

Du Wenhuan frowned, "The battle is not over yet, we don't have time to lock them up in the barracks, these Han soldiers, they can't fight, they can't escape, but they are first-class, just take them with us for the time being!" ”

The soldiers took a long rope and connected the ropes that bound them, the front and back of the rope were led by the Ming soldiers, and there were several Ming soldiers in the middle, pointing them at them with flintlock pistols, as long as they had a tendency to escape, they could burst their heads at any time.

Jianghu is also secretly glad, fortunately, he has long returned to the arms of Daming, and now he is making meritorious contributions to Daming.

Thinking of this, the rivers and lakes were full of strength, and he grabbed the horse's belly and rushed to the front of the team, guiding Du Wenhuan to advance towards the Mongol camp.

The Mongol soldiers had apparently heard the dense gunfire north of the city, and the remaining Mongol soldiers, led by their Ezhen, all mounted their horses and left the camp.

They sat on horseback, armed with scimitars, and were about to go to the north gate to see what was going on.

The camp of the Han soldiers was two arrows away from the camp of the Mongols, and they had not yet received orders from the Mongols.

With the guidance of the rivers and lakes, Du Wenhuan soon appeared outside the Mongolian camp.

Seeing that the Ming army came from a distance with the Sun and Moon Banner, the Mongols did not panic in the slightest, they put away their scimitars, inserted them into the scabbards, and pulled out their bows and arrows from their shoulders with both hands, preparing to launch a long-distance attack on the Ming army first.

Fighting, for the Mongols, is as simple as eating mutton every day, it is normal, they have all spent it in the bloody rain, and those who are not suitable for fighting have long become the fertilizer of the steppe.

Mongolians are inherited and have a natural penchant for blood, especially other people's blood.

Although they did not receive any orders, they had already begun to aim their bows and arrows at the Ming troops on the opposite side, no matter where these Ming troops came from, and no matter how they entered the city, they would kill them first.

Of course, if these Ming soldiers all died under their bows and arrows, there was no need to say anything, would it be necessary to explain the reason for the killing to the dead?

"Line up, get ready to shoot."

Du Wenhuan also saw clearly that the Mongol soldiers would not surrender to him like the Han Chinese, they had already shown their attitude with the bows and arrows in their hands, perhaps, they were still cursing the boldness of the Ming army, and dared to break into their Mongol station.

The battlefield can be persuaded to surrender, but it needs sufficient strength to ensure it.

Zhuge Liang can persuade Jiang Wei, but can he persuade Sima Yi?

In the past, Chengzu made five northern expeditions to Mongolia, and the troops reached the old nest of Genghis Khan, and it was only after the Mongols surrendered for hundreds of years.

But in the past ten years, with the rise of the Jurchens led by Nurhachi, the Ming lost thousands of miles of land in Liaodong, killed and injured millions of people, and the army alone lost hundreds of thousands, and the Jurchens established an absolute psychological advantage over the Ming Dynasty.

The Mongolian Horqin Department attached to the Dajin State also regained the psychological advantage over the Ming Dynasty, they bullied the Han people in Liaodong, and now let them surrender to these former subordinates, Du Wenhuan knew that it was absolutely impossible, from the bodies of the Mongolian soldiers at the head of the city, Du Wenhuan already knew the answer.

Du Wenhuan can't change history, he can only speak with facts.

The soldiers of the Ming army have been lined up, three rows in the front, middle and back, each row has more than 300 gunners, and there are 500 cavalry on the left and right to guard the two wings of the gunners, and at the back of the line, there are Han soldiers who are tied.

Du Wenhuan did not leave a back hand, nor did he leave a reserve.

The Mongols also did not have reserves, they fought wars, always relying on brave cavalry, fighting a war of attrition, the first wave of sorties, the more numerous, the more momentum.

The Mongol cavalry began to speed up and lunge at the Ming gunners, whose arrows were already on their bows and would burst out of the air as soon as they came into range.

The two sides did not have any verbal communication, and even if they did, they could not understand it, and besides, both sides knew that they could not convince each other, and only victory and death could convince each other.

Bows and flintlock pistols are the language of battle on both sides.

"Shoot."

Du Wenhuan was in too much of a hurry this time, and before the Mongol soldiers could fully enter the range of the flintlock muskets, he gave the order.

The Mongol soldiers met the bullets of the flintlock pistols and entered the range of only a dozen people.

The bullets from the flintlock pistols were almost all fired at the more than a dozen Mongol soldiers and their beloved horses, and not only the soldiers, but also the horses were scarred, and the soldiers and horses were shot several times.

The four hooves of the war horse can no longer step away, but the body is still rushing forward due to inertia, and most of the fallen war horses are falling forward, throwing the Mongolian soldiers on their backs out of the way.

The more than a dozen Mongolian soldiers, whether dead or not, rolled on the ground a few more times after hitting the ground, and did not even make a shout.

The corpses of people and horses that suddenly appeared on the ground became obstacles again, tripping several war horses behind.

None of the soldiers who fell from their horses were targeted by the gunners, who aimed their flintlock pistols at the cavalry behind them.

The cavalry in the rear slowed down their horses slightly, and in order to avoid the carcasses of the horses, they went around from both sides of the carcass.

"Bang, bang, bang."

The Mongol cavalry could not avoid the bullets of the flintlock muskets.

The gunners waited for a while, and the number of Jiannu who came into range had reached dozens.

Three hundred bullets were fired, and these dozens of Mongol cavalry became ghosts, or cried and searched for their own souls.

The more corpses on the ground, the slower the Mongol soldiers advanced, and the higher the hit rate of the flintlock muskets.

There were still some wounded soldiers in the corpses, and the gunners directly ignored them, as long as they were wounded in the vital parts, even if they were not trampled to death by the Mongols' war horses, they would bleed to death, and the Mongol soldiers who could not ride horses could no longer be called soldiers.

The muzzle of the flintlock pistol was still aimed at the cavalry behind the corpse, a total of three rows of gunners, forming an almost uninterrupted firing.

More than two hundred Mongol soldiers had fallen from their horses, and the ownerless horses roamed the battlefield in a daze.

With too many casualties and no way to get within range of their bows and arrows, the Mongols finally stopped their attack.

The death line of a hundred paces, full of Mongol casualties of soldiers and war horses, has severely hindered the speed of the Mongol cavalry.

Did the Ming army perform any magic?

Why did the soldiers fall from their horses as soon as they rushed to a hundred paces and saw that they were about to enter the range of the bow and arrow?

Why didn't the Ming army have a single soldier killed or wounded?

With a wave of his hand, more than a hundred gunmen put down their flintlock pistols and pulled out their sabers from their waists with their backhands, and they worked in groups of three, removing the corpses of men and horses while harvesting the heads of the Mongol soldiers.

"Click, click."

The sound of the broken cervical vertebrae was quickly drowned out by the screams of the Mongolian wounded soldiers, but the Mongolian soldiers two hundred paces away could still clearly see that a cavity of blood spurted out of the necks of the Mongolian soldiers, and the gray cloth clothes on the Ming soldiers who harvested the heads seemed to be drenched in red rain.

The Mongolian cavalry observed from a distance what happened in front of them, and the teammates who were still alive just now were in a different place in an instant.

The Mongol soldiers began to agitate, they could not watch their teammates have their heads cut off by the Ming army, not even corpses.

The Immortal Heaven has long had a will, the Mongols died, only those with intact bones could ascend to heaven, and the immortal heaven would always be their companion, and those with incomplete bones would be assigned to others by the shaman to make coats.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes were glued to a group of Mongols on big black horses.

But the order to charge never sounded, and even the Mongol horses were restless.

The Ming gunners had already cleaned up the Mongol soldiers and horses, and the carcasses of the men and horses were placed on the right, the heads on the left, and the middle was exactly the passage left for the Mongols to attack.

The big black horse raised its hooves and walked in place very irritably, shaking its head a little.

His master's face was gloomy, so black that he could almost wring out the ink. He hesitated for a moment, and finally waved his strong, powerful arms into the sky.

The Mongolian cavalry, who had long been unable to bear it, immediately loosened the reins, clamped # the belly of the horse to accelerate the war horse, and the rolling hooves rushed towards the position of the Ming army again.

The flintlock pistol rang out again.

Dozens of Mongol cavalrymen tumbled from their horses and fell off their horses in different ways.

A noisy scream suddenly came from behind Du Wenhuan.

The owner of the big dark horse looked behind Du Wenhuan through the battlefield of wrestling between the two sides.

The same gray cloth, the same sun and moon military flags.

"Not good, the reinforcements of the Ming army have arrived."

There were more and more Ming troops, and the Mongol cavalry died less and less, and it seemed that there were less than a hundred horsemen.

"Uh......h Pharyngeal ......"

The Mongolian bullhorn remembered a low and mournful voice again, as if a man's cry had been infinitely amplified.

The Mongol cavalry could no longer be indignant for their companions, and as soon as they pulled the reins of their horses, they turned their horses around and retreated to their large camp.

The Mongol cavalry was like a gust of wind, whether attacking or retreating.

"Commander, how are the Mongols?" Shen Shiqiang, the commander of the Fourth Division, arrived with the Ming troops from the other three city gates, originally to assist Du Wenhuan, but as soon as they came, the Mongols retreated like a flying hair.

"Not dead yet." Du Wenhuan pointed at the corpse and head of the Mongol, "But it's about the same." ”

Shen Shiqiang was a little lost, "Junzao, do you want to chase after it?" ”

"Don't worry, the Mongols' battalion has been surrounded, they can't run, you go next door first and disarm the Han soldiers there."

"Yes, Throne." Shen Shiqiang turned his horse's head, and under the guidance of the rivers and lakes, the soldiers of the Ming army came to the camp of the Han army.

The Han soldiers had already sent rangers to inquire about the results of the Mongol soldiers and the Ming army, and when they saw the defeat of the Mongols, some people immediately began to flee.

Shen Shiqiang didn't say a word, first surrounded the Han army's camp, and drove the Han soldiers who had not fled far back to the camp.

Jianghu volunteered and shouted to these Han soldiers again.

The Han soldiers had no way out, and they did not have the courage to break through from the encirclement of the Ming army, so they all left the camp and knelt down in front of Shen Shiqiang.

Shen Shiqiang's soldiers captured more than 500 Han soldiers without bloodshed, and he ordered the soldiers to tie up all these Han soldiers and escort them to Du Wenhuan.

Du Wenhuan wandered around the Mongol camp, but after the Mongols hid in the camp, not a single soldier came out to surrender to the Ming army.

"Throne, what do we do now?"

"What should I do?" A rare smile appeared on Du Wenhuan's gray-black face, "Eat first, none of the Mongolians can escape." ”

Of course, the Ming army could not eat all, in order to prevent the Mongols from using the speed of the cavalry to break through, the soldiers took turns to eat, and no matter when, there were always some gunners who were staring at the Mongol camp.