Located in the Nenjiang River basin and adjacent to Jianzhou, the Nenkorqin tribe was the first Mongolian tribe to surrender wild boar skins. The upper echelons of the two tribes continued to intermarry, and the Empress Zhezhe of Huang Taiji and the newly accepted Imperial Concubine Bumu Butai were both from the Nen Horqin Ministry.

Hearing the large-scale invasion of the Ming army, Shetu Khan Oba, the head of the Nenkorqin tribe, immediately gathered his men and horses and went to Shengjing City with 20,000 Mongolian warriors.

Along the way, Oba was full of spirit, and the legend said how powerful the Ming army was, but in his eyes, he didn't take it seriously. In the past, the Ming army relied on strong cities to win, but now when it comes to Saiwai, it is the world of cavalry and the hunting ground of their Mongolian warriors!

But after entering the territory of Daikin, Oba could not help but be surprised, he passed by more than a dozen granges in a row, and saw only some women and children, not even men whose heads were more than the wheels, and in a trance, it seemed that he had arrived in the country of daughters.

Where have all the men gone?

Oba was full of suspicion, and walked for dozens of miles, and finally there was a welcoming team in front, and Prince Hauge of Su ran in front, and when he saw Oba, he seemed extremely enthusiastic.

"Your Majesty Tushetu Khan, who has come from afar to help Dajin, Your Majesty and each of us remember your generosity, Korqin and Dajin are eternal brothers!"

Hauge offered three glasses of wine, and Oba knew it was the courtesy of the guests and drank them without hesitation.

"Your Royal Highness, we received the edict from His Majesty the Dajin Emperor and rushed here immediately, may I ask Your Royal Highness, is the war ahead very tense?"

Hauge smiled slightly: "King Khan, it has been twenty days since the Ming army left Haizhou, but it has not advanced for more than a hundred miles, and there has been no formal battle. ”

Twenty days, a hundred miles? It's only five miles a day!

Could it be that the Ming army is disabled, why is it so slow! Oba rolled his eyes and immediately burst into laughter: "Hahaha." The Ming army is really a group of rice bucket cowards, afraid of the enemy and avoiding battle, such an opponent is not the opponent of the Mongolian warriors at all! ”

After he finished speaking, Taiji Manggus and the others behind him all laughed and were extremely happy.

But only Hauge knew what it was like, and the slower the Ming army went, the greater the pressure on them. If the Ming army advanced quickly, the loss of the castle in front would also be lost, but now. There are dozens of letters every day, and I know that more urgent documents are sent to Shengjing, which makes people panic.

A large number of granges have been abandoned, countless people have crowded into the big cities, and there are more and more people, and there is a great danger of getting out of control. Zhang Ke's intentions are very sinister, he just forces Dajin to fight hard and use his flesh and blood to consume their firearms.

Hauge was thinking about it when he suddenly saw Oba and the others. Suddenly, my eyes lit up, isn't the cannon fodder coming!

……

"Grandpa Guo, there is Anshan Post in front!"

Following the direction of Tang Hui's finger, a sturdy city appeared in front of everyone. There are walls more than three zhang high, the foundations are made of granite, the towers are tall, and the defense is complete. There are also three trenches outside the city wall, in which the antlers of the horse and the deer are stacked in a staggered manner.

"Well, Jiannu still used some effort. Who is defending the city? ”

"Grandpa Qiqiguo, it is reported that it is Yue Tuo and Li Yongfang, all of whom are defeated subordinates, and they are not worth mentioning." Tang Hui patted his chest and said.

"Hehe, who knows if it's a trench to grow wise, tell the brothers not to be careless, and attack the city tomorrow!"

After Zhang Ke returned to the barracks from the mound, he rested early after assigning combat tasks. But just after the third watch, he heard a muffled sound, and then shouted to kill the sky, and Zhang Ke woke up suddenly.

"Let's find out, what's going on?"

"Yes!" His subordinates hurriedly ran out, and Zhang Ke hurriedly came to the outside of the camp with all his weapons. Looking to the west, I saw a burst of fire into the sky, illuminating half of the sky, and the sound of guns and shouts of killing was endless.

"It's Sun Degong's big camp, and I don't know if he can hold it!" Zhang Ke's eyebrows furrowed.

At this moment, the camp in the west had been slaughtered into a pot of porridge.

It turned out that Sun Degong, as the general soldier of a town, would be the main force of the attack tomorrow. His soldiers are recuperated and ready to show their skills.

When the time was approaching the third watch, a team of partial box trucks suddenly came, and someone approached the barracks under the banner of the Ming army.

The soldiers in charge of the sentry immediately rushed out from both sides of the road.

"What for?"

"Hehe, brother, we were sent by Grandpa Guo to send you arms."

"Sending arms? What kind of arms are sent so late, can't they be delivered during the day? ”

"Xu is in a hurry, anyway, how do we know about the above things!" The other party responded as he rushed forward.

A young sentry had a calm face, staring at the carriage opposite, and couldn't help but think: the carriage with munitions should be heavy, how could the carriage on the opposite side be light?

"That's not right!"

The soldier shouted: "Stop, password!" ”

As soon as he shouted his words, the bowstring on the opposite side rang out, and he was immediately hit by an arrow in the throat.

"It's a Tartar!" Another soldier hurriedly pulled the trigger, and the sound of gunfire cut through the silence. The tartars on the cart could no longer be loaded, and they immediately rushed to kill, slashed the soldiers, and rushed towards the trench outside the Ming army camp.

When they reached the edge of the trench, the Tartars hurriedly removed large wooden planks from their carts and put them on the trenches, and they stepped on the planks and rushed forward quickly.

Obviously, they studied the fortifications of the Ming army very well, and even broke through the three trenches directly, pushed away the horses, and hundreds of Tartars rushed into the camp of the Ming army.

Suddenly the gunfire roared, and the soldiers of the Ming army were alarmed, and they didn't have time to get dressed, so they only took fire guns and killed them. The gunshots rang out, and there were many Jiannu killed and wounded, but more Jiannu rushed up from behind, and the fierce bows and arrows rushed into the body of the transparent army, and the sporadic firecrackers could not block their attacks at all, so they could only fight and retreat.

The Tartars rose up and lit one tent after another with torches, the flames soared into the sky, the tongues of fire flew wildly, the periphery of the camp fell into a sea of fire, and the Ming army ran and shouted, and it was a mess.

"Fuck it!"

Sun Degong rushed out of the tent and killed two Tartars head-on, seeing that he might be a big official, he rushed up without hesitation.

"Die!"

Sun Degong took out two short firearms from his back waist, pulled the trigger, and there were two deafening crisp sounds, and a hole the size of a fist came out of the Tartar's chest, and blood and internal organs flowed out.

After killing two Tartars. Sun Degong became even more furious.

"Dare to steal Lao Tzu's battalion! Dog tartar, don't want to go! Sun Degong beckoned his cronies and rushed forward against the tartars.

At this time, the Tartars had already seized two layers of peripheral camps and rushed straight to the Chinese army.

The two sides are strangled together, the fire gun has lost its effect, and if it is not done well, it will hurt its own people, and everyone can only rely on cold weapons to kill desperately.

Jiannu was extremely conceited about their ability, and he succeeded in a sneak attack, and he rushed extremely violently. But the Ming army was also resilient. At first, they retreated, but they did not fall into chaos. In the firelight, the Ming army quickly gathered together, leaned on each other, and formed a battle formation.

The sword and shield soldiers are in front, the pikemen are behind, the soldiers in front are blocking Jiannu's bows and arrows, and the soldiers in the back are taking the opportunity to attack. The spears are like strange pythons, piercing from tricky angles. The sharp tip of the spear easily pierced Jiannu's armor and pierced his chest.

The Ming army continued to advance and counterattack, and there were more and more Tartar corpses on the ground, leaving them howling as they wanted. No matter how desperately he is, he is blocked by death, and he can't take a step forward.

Both sides tried their best, and Jiannu must break the camp. Shake the morale of the Ming army, and the Ming army is to defend its dignity and must not lose to the Tartars!

The soldiers covered in blood did not care about their own life or death. Swinging his weapon and slashing wildly at the Tartar, the tent around him was still burning and the flames were scurrying. From time to time, Tartars were pushed into the fire and burned to death, and there were also tragic deaths in the Ming army.

A thick layer of corpses piled up on the ground, and everyone was red-eyed and desperate.

The Tartars rushed three times in a row, but they were all blocked by Sun Degong, and time passed minute by minute, and the battlefield took a turn.

"Uncle Sun, the little nephew is here!"

He An carried a machete, led the cavalry to rush like a whirlwind, a big knife like a spinning wheel, after meeting, without the slightest politeness, the Tartar was killed, stained with death, and was instantly cut down by four or five people.

With this general taking the lead, the morale of the Ming army was high, and at the same time, reinforcements from all walks of life came together, and the sky gradually became clear, and the remaining 100 Tartars fled back to the city, leaving more than 800 corpses of Jiannu in the barracks.

However, Sun Degong did not show a trace of joy, and his soldiers also lost almost a thousand men, some of whom were killed in battle and some were burned.

The losses of the Ming army actually exceeded that of Jiannu, which is simply unreasonable!

Sun Degong didn't even change his bloody clothes, and ran directly to Zhang Ke's barracks.

"Despicable and incompetent, he was attacked by Jiannu, lost his soldiers, and humiliated the military prestige! The lowly is willing to make credit for the crime and attack Anshan Station. If you can't take it, you are willing to sacrifice your head! ”

Writ of Order!

Zhang Ke nodded slightly: "Mr. Sun, since this is the case, you will attack the city with the artillery battalion." ”

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At about nine o'clock in the morning, just in front of the Ming army's formation, hundreds of Francophone cannons were lined up, and there were even more huge red-coated cannons behind, and the swarthy muzzles were aimed at the city wall.

The first to open the curtain of bombardment was the Franc cannon, although the power is not as good as the red-coated cannon, but hundreds of artillery pieces roared together, and the power is by no means small!

One could only hear the earth-shattering sound of artillery, which opened fire one after another, and the shells were densely packed like hail, hitting the trenches and walls of Jiannu. Bursts of sand and dust were raised, coupled with the smoke of gunpowder, and the sound of artillery was incessant.

The Jiannu in the city is like a boat in the sea, drifting back and forth, unable to decide their own fate at all. At first, Jiannu had a few artillery pieces to fight back, but they were soon dumbfounded by the Ming army.

The battlefield was completely a show of the Ming army, and throughout the morning, the trenches of Jiannu were completely flattened, the soil was turned over, and the Tartars did not flee back to the city, but most of them were turned into parts and melted into the soft earth.

At noon, the muzzles of the guns were concentrated at the south gate, and a flowering bullet fell on the head of the city, and in an instant, the red and white banner symbolizing Baylor was blown to pieces!

The Jiannu at the head of the city was blown up and couldn't muster a trace of courage. (To be continued......)