Chapter 443: Eight rounds of volleys

Zhu Daolin looked at the battlefield where gunshots and roars were constantly coming from the west, and only turned his head after a long time: "Let's talk about it, is Lao Zou's suggestion feasible?" If it is feasible, how can tens of thousands of war horses solve it? ”

All the generals said that it was feasible, but no one knew how to solve the problem of the origin of the war horse.

Even if this battle ended successfully, the horse farm in the north of Gushan Town and the Kuandian horse farm further north could not meet the needs of 10,000 cavalry, not to mention that most of the captured horses needed to be tamed for more than a year before they could be used as war horses.

At the critical moment, Zou Kongde finally revealed his veteran ruffian's belly: "General, no matter what the results of the battle over there are in Jiulian City, just on our lonely mountain battlefield, there are at least a thousand Tartar heads cut off, this is an unprecedented victory!" ”

"The Liaodong Tartars will not give up after this defeat, and in addition to seeking revenge from our army, they will inevitably be angry with North Korea......"

"The subordinates dare to assert that after this battle, the North Korean people may no longer be able to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger alone, with the weakness of the North Korean army and that pitiful combat power, there is no choice but to rely on the general, when the time comes, the general only needs to say a word, and the North Koreans can only obediently send the war horse, hehe!"

The generals suddenly realized, and then laughed.

Zhu Daolin didn't expect Zou Kongde, who seemed to be wilting, to have such a scheming, listening to the meaning of his words, it seemed that he had seen through the biggest purpose of launching the Liaodong Campaign, so after being slightly surprised, he couldn't help but look at the veteran who was captured in the Battle of Dengzhou and used it as a thousand gold to buy horse bones: "Old Zou is not simple!" Not bad...... All the generals listen to the order! ”

"The subordinates are inβ€”"

The generals who were still laughing just now responded loudly, awe-inspiring.

Zhu Daolin took a deep breath: "Order all the departments to escort the captured Han army and all the Han people who can be collected to the riverside camp, the old and weak women and children will be transported back to Phi Island on the boat first, and the young and strong women will be escorted by the cavalry battalion and walked to Dadonggou, 70 miles to the east, and then sent to Phi Island." Destroy everything you can't take with you, burn all the houses you can see, burn all the wheat in the field, pull it out and destroy it if you can't burn, kill all the Tartars, and take away all the Tartars' heads! ”

"Yes!"

The generals hurriedly got on their horses and rushed to the ministries to give orders.

Jiang Yulong led the officers and men of the artillery battalion. Carrying artillery to prepare for the return to the riverside camp, Zou Kongde and two naval officers also returned to the traffic boat parked at the ferry.

Zhu Daolin and more than a dozen guards turned on their horses and rushed to Gushan Town, where gunshots and cries were constantly heard in the north, but they were thinking about Jiulian City commanded by Wu Jicheng.

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Jiulian City was already in a mess at this time.

Zhang Yizhen, the deputy general of the Dongjiang Army, was commanding hundreds of recruits to set fire to six castles that had been bombarded beyond recognition by artillery fire.

Li Yuming, the chief commander of the town, led the officers and men of the garrison battalion to take on the important task of guarding the battlefield, and more than a dozen quartermasters and young soldiers rushed to the tens of thousands of people, removing all the grain, cattle and sheep, and all the stones, bricks, tiles, and timber that could be removed from the town, and transported them to the old wharf on the east coast by hundreds of large and small civilian ships.

Wu Jicheng personally led the main force of 5,000 soldiers in each battalion. Surrounded by the last two castles at the foot of the North Mountain, more than 20 guns and 12 mortars from the artillery battalion were in place to fire at the last fortified castles of more than 2,000 Tartar soldiers and civilians.

Under the blow of the dense rain of bullets, more than 2,000 Tartar soldiers and civilians who cowered in the last two castles and resisted stubbornly suffered heavy casualties, and the corpses of the Tartars who were killed were everywhere on the walls and gatehouses, and streams of blood were left along the cracks in the city walls, and the surviving Tartars no longer dared to rush to the city head and shoot at the Dongjiang Army with bows and arrows. Blocked the gates with stone bars and sacks of grain, hoping to survive the night and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

Wu Jicheng, who was sweating profusely, listened to the reports of the commanders of various departments. Gu Bu explained to Li Kan, the Anju defense envoy, and Zheng Jinyi, the Yizhou defense envoy who were following him, and strode to the high ridge behind the artillery position surrounded by a group of generals.

The dense gunfire was non-stop, dozens of artillery pieces had been lined up in front of the two connected castles held by the Tartars, and the twelve mortars arranged in the back had not yet been opened, and the morale of the Dongjiang Army officers and men had tightly surrounded the two castles. Hundreds of ladders of various types were neatly placed in front of each battalion, waiting for the order of the superior to launch the final siege battle.

Wu Jicheng wiped his face blackened by the smoke of gunpowder, and gave a loud order: "Where can there be so many artillery pieces to venture into the city?" First dispatch two musket battalions to cover 12 mortars 100 meters close to the city gate, don't save Lao Tzu. Give all the 240 big medicine bags you brought to Lao Tzu and blast them into the city! ”

With the roar of the artillery battalion commander Li Hanlin, two groups of mortar guns within 100 meters of the castle were ignited and fired in unison, and twelve huge medicine bags carried strong gunpowder smoke **** out, drawing a parabola of more than 400 meters over the two castles and falling rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, the depths of the two castles suddenly rose dozens of meters high smoke and flames, and the violent explosion shook the ground in a radius of five miles, and the broken bricks and tiles and stumps and broken arms rose into the sky in the roaring heat wave, and the blazing smoke that rolled rapidly rose like an angry black dragon soaring into the sky, which was clearly visible ten miles away.

On both sides of the Yalu River, hundreds of people fell to the ground in the earth-shattering explosion, and everyone looked in horror at the foot of the North Mountain on the west bank of the Yalu River, the deafening explosion filled the heaven and the earth, and the two castles at the foot of the North Mountain were soon enveloped in flames and gunsmoke.

On the high ground behind the artillery position, Li Kan, the defense of Anju, who was watching the battle, and Zheng Jinyi, who was defending Yiju, were already shocked and their faces were colorless.

Through the thick smoke of gunpowder, the two of them saw the hellish scene of the two fortified cities, the cracks in the stone walls appeared, the flames rising in the castle flickered in the continuous violent explosions, and the continuous billowing smoke covered the sky and the sun, and even the large grass and trees on the stone hill behind the castle were burning in the whistling air.

Under such a terrifying and tragic continuous bombardment, the two castles with a radius of no more than 500 meters have been completely destroyed, and the thousands of Tartars and more than 1,000 war horses in the turtle castle will be burned to death by the raging flames, if not killed.

After eight rounds of volleys, Wu Jicheng, the commander-in-chief of the Dongjiang Army, finally issued an order to stop the shelling under the persuasion of several generals and colonels.

Thousands of officers and men of the Dongjiang Army, whose ears roared and their faces turned pale, climbed out of their rear bunkers, and it took nearly ten minutes for them to assemble again, staggering up the wooden ladder into the burning and ruined castle.

All the buildings inside the castle were either on fire or had long since collapsed, and the blazing ground was littered with mutilated and bleeding corpses and broken bricks and trees.

An ordnance warehouse and two granaries were still under fire, and it took more than two hours for four battalions of 2,000 officers and men to find a single outlet, and the only trophy was the cutting off of more than 700 intact Tartar heads.

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