If it is said that there is a destiny in the underworld, it should be drowned, not burned, the emperor first disagreed.

History says that the old slave died from artillery, to be precise, he was injured by artillery, and he did not heal for a long time, and died because of it a few months later, which is obviously a bit ridiculous.

Therefore, the old slave is now injured by the artillery bombardment of the Ming army, which is not destined by God, but full of evil and retribution.

Rumble! A row of muskets fired almost simultaneously, with a loud roar, and a thick white smoke rose and was quickly dispersed by the wind.

The sun had risen, and it was warm but not dazzling, not even as bright as the light that burst out of the explosion.

Muskets, bayonets, and artillery were constantly pushed to help, and the Ming army's offensive was like a tide, sweeping the entire Jiannu camp.

The enemy is retreating, and the corpses of the enemy are strewn apart. Inspired by the victory, every soldier of the Ming army marched forward bravely. This is the foil of the atmosphere and the infection of the fighting spirit, which makes people enthusiastic and fearless.

Arrows and locusts fought against muskets and artillery, and when the Ming army that entered the camp gradually formed an array and gave full play to its firepower advantage, Jiannu's counterattack and defense were to no avail.

Despite the fierce fighting, the casualty ratio between the enemy and the enemy was grossly disproportionate.

The battle array of the Ming army was like a monster spewing flames and smoke, rolling forward, with the roar of artillery and muskets deafening, and the burst of lead bullets like rain, beating the enemies in front of them to the point of flesh and blood, and corpses pillowing.

The Ming Dynasty moved all to the front of the wall, constantly adjusting the elevation angle, and finally bombarded it with the farthest range.

Defeated, the brave and invincible Jianzhou warriors were defeated like this!

The eyes of the commander Cao Dan were red, and the troops who rushed forward were quickly killed and wounded, and they still could not stop the fierce attack of the enemy.

Zuo Ling Baling, Guardian Military Academy Sunta, Yasiha, Nele...... These are all veterans who have fought for many years, bravely leading their troops forward to counterattack, but they all died one after another.

would rather die than retreat, and did not lose the face of the warriors of Jianzhou.

Cao Dan looked back, and in his sight was the fire of the explosion, the smoke and dust rising, and in the smoke of gunpowder, he couldn't see whether the team had evacuated.

When he turned back, the sound of gunfire was already very close, and the battle formation of the Ming army was pressing, but he had no more troops to send.

"Warriors, fight to the death! Rush, kill! Cao Dan knew that it would be difficult to survive today, and it was not his choice to flee in embarrassment, so he waved his war knife and rushed forward with more than two hundred people.

Boom, boom!

Two loud bangs rang out in front of him, and the Franco's cannon spewed out a dense raindrop of lead bullets, sweeping down the Jiannu in front of him.

Cao Dan's eyes were empty, the soldiers suddenly thinned, and he saw the enemy in front of him.

The two Fran cannons in front of the formation were emitting green smoke, apparently having just finished firing. Behind the cannon were rows of musketeers, raising their muskets in unison, firing a volley.

Rumble! The gunfire almost merged into one sound, flickering fires and lead bullets shot out.

The screams were repeated, just in front of and around Cao Dan, but he didn't hear it, howling, running, and continuing to charge forward.

It's close, it's close! The smoke was blown away, and Cao Dan saw the enemy on the opposite side clearly. Rows of soldiers were coming out of the crowd, all wearing iron masks, staring at him with cold eyes.

"Kill! Kill! Cao Dan howled loudly, and his pace quickened more and more. He felt insulted, so fierce and brave, but he was regarded as nothing by the enemy.

Under the gaze of the cold gaze, the Ming soldiers dozens of meters away raised their guns and fired a volley from the ground.

In the scream, Cao Dan's left shoulder was in severe pain, and he was hit by the impact of the lead bullet. He could barely stand on his feet, the pain had spread rapidly, he felt half of his body go numb, and he couldn't lift his left arm.

Despite his best armor, he could not withstand the impact of buckshot at this distance.

Ahh Summoning up Yu Yong again, Cao Dan continued to run forward, his posture becoming strange and ridiculous, like a dying patient, staggering and slow.

Another platoon of Ming troops came out of the crowd, aimed with their guns, and opened fire.

Cao Dan was shot again and fell to his knees weakly.

The buckshot did not penetrate the armor, but the impact was so powerful that it caused him severe blunt wounds, broken ribs, bruised lungs, and blood spurted out of his mouth.

Cao Dan raised his head with great difficulty, and watched as the Ming soldiers pressed forward again, their muskets roaring, but they didn't shoot at him again.

I! Cao Dan opened his mouth, blood choked on his throat, and he couldn't make a sound.

Cao Dan wanted to tell the enemy that he was still alive and could fight.

But the cold eyes of the Ming soldiers on the other side no longer looked at it, and they regarded this dying guy as a dead dog, and they didn't even bother to waste another bullet.

The vision was blurred, the strength faded, and Cao Dan vaguely saw the Ming army pushing the artillery forward.

After replacing the sub-gun, Franc let out another roar, and a buckshot flew and hit him in the head, which became the final relief.

The momentum of victory was already unstoppable, the trenches were almost completely covered, the infantry was rushing in, and the artillery wagons were constantly following up.

The sweep of the remnants of the enemy in the camp continued, and Zhang Pan's department had already struck and rushed to the back gate, and started a fierce battle with Jiannu, who was responsible for blocking the attack.

Zhang Pan's troops were established when Dongjiang Town was first established, and they grew and grew in constant battles. In terms of the will to fight, it is also second to none in the Ming army.

Therefore, this mixed association does not need to rely on momentum and atmosphere to boost morale. Even in the face of adversity, they can fight to the death.

And like Zhang Pan, there are not a few people who have a deep blood feud with Jiannu. When it comes to fighting, he is even more fearless of death and dares to fight hard.

On the contrary, although Jiannu, who was blocked, was still holding on, no matter how you looked at it, her fighting spirit was declining and she was flustered.

Of course, Zhang Pan didn't know that the old slave was injured and was rushed out of the camp, and this Jiannu was left behind. The backbone of the main heart does not know whether to live or die, and the hearts of the army are shaking, so they naturally can't beat their spirits.

Despite this, Zhang Pan did not underestimate the enemy, and still used the advantage in firepower to kill and wound the enemy first, so as to minimize the losses of his own army.

The decisive battle was won, and Pingliao was just around the corner. If possible, how Zhang Pan hopes that all the soldiers can survive, reunite with their families alive, and return home alive.

But the cruelty of war is so unkind. It doesn't matter if you have parents or relatives, whether you have a wife and children. Death is not a choice, and it often hurts the most.

Furlong machines and muskets spewed flames, arrows shot in the air, and the enemy and the enemy did their best to engage in a long-range battle.

Although the Ming army had a clear advantage and pressed Jiannu in terms of casualty ratio, this fierce battle also ended in a roundabout situation between flying horses and spear horses, appearing on the enemy's flank.

The remnants of the Jiannu retreated in panic, mounted their war horses and ran wildly. There were only more than 1,000 horses left, and they couldn't stop the impact of the Ming army's flying horses like a tide.

The flying horses and spear horses chased and killed like flying, and Zhang Pan commanded the troops to rush out of the camp and follow behind.

The fighting in the camp continued, but it was already a sporadic remnant of the enemy who resisted. More Ming troops, with a little reorganization, pursued north.

The infantry could not catch up with the cavalry, and two legs could not run a four-legged war horse, which was a normal situation.

But the infantry also has its own merits and is able to keep advancing. And the war horse carries a person, and cannot run for a long time. For long-distance maneuvers such as the Mongol cavalry, two or three spare horses were carried and mounted in rotation.

Of course, Xiong Tingbi did not have a plan to let the infantry run straight to Fushun or Liaoyang, but it was still a good choice to support the cavalry and force Jiannu to flee in panic.

By the time Xiong Tingbi entered the camp under layers of protection, the battle was almost over, although sporadic gunfire and howls could still be heard.

All you can see are corpses, broken knives, guns and armor, bloody stumps and broken arms, the ground that rises with green smoke, and the destroyed carts......

The large force had already pursued northward, leaving only a small number of troops to clean up the battlefield.

Some of the soldiers brutally threw the corpse of Jiannu onto the cart, while others carefully carried the bodies of their comrades to a packed clearing, as if they were asleep for fear of being woken up.

Xiong Tingbi's gaze quickly turned away, not because he had no benevolence, but because his heart was as hard as iron, and his understanding and feeling of war were deeper.

"Ammunition and supplies must be brought in as soon as possible." Xiong Tingbi explained without looking back, "Send someone to report to Inspector Yuan, our army will defeat the main force of Jiannu, and tomorrow we will advance to Anshan and Liaoyang." ”

"Use the signal tower to send a message to Liaoxi." Xiong Tingbi groaned for a while, calculated the time, and said, "Let them receive the order, set off in three days, and the troops will be out of the yellow mud puddle." ”

"Send a message to Mao Shuai in Liaodong, our army has won a big victory, please be more vigilant, Jiannu is afraid that they will flee to Jianzhou and Haixi."

After a pause, Xiong Tingbi decided that he still had to write the secret music himself, and report the victory to Banzai a little faster than the normal military newspaper.

Xiong Tingbi stretched out his hand and said, "Count the corpses of Jianyu as soon as possible to determine the remaining strength of the enemy." ”

The staff officers and officers recorded, and in response, they turned and went their separate ways.

"Jianyu's vitality in this battle has been greatly damaged, and it is certain that he will collapse." He Kegang said on the side: "Our army took advantage of the victory to march into Liaoyang, attack Shenyang, and strive to achieve another great victory in the Spring Festival." ”

Xiong Tingbi bowed slightly, arched his hand in the direction of the capital, and said: "Long live the full support, with the strength of the whole country to launch the battle of Pingliao, we should strive to forge ahead, live up to the emperor's order, in order to repay the emperor's kindness." ”

Patriotic, loyal to the monarch, appointed and reused by the emperor are all loyal and brave generals recorded in history. But it was not enough to reuse, the emperor also knew that the generals were in pursuit of fame.

Galloping on the battlefield and fighting hard, in exchange for success and fame, worship the generals, this is the normal feeling of people, in order to stimulate the fighting spirit and courage of the generals even more.

Not to mention the noble sentiment of treating fame and fortune as dung, the emperor thought that clear rewards and punishments were the way to control his ministers.

In a few years, like Zhang Pan, He Kegang, Huang Long, Kong Youde, Huang Degong and others, the youngest also had the rank of general. According to their age, it is not difficult to be promoted to the general soldier.

Of course, military merit is earned as much as you can, and the more the better. Everyone knows that the elimination of slaves in Pingliao is the best opportunity for meritorious promotion.

Not only generals, but also ordinary soldiers were rewarded for their heroic battles and military exploits.

Every time you win, the reward is not ambiguous, and this is only the immediate benefit. Military merits are recorded, and after retirement, land is given and taxes are preferential. Not only does it benefit the individual, but the whole family benefits from it.

But if you are greedy for life and afraid of death, and do not listen to orders, then I'm sorry, all preferential policies are not available, and you will be severely punished by military discipline.

In addition to rewards and punishments, it is the benefits and disadvantages, as long as these two points are grasped, the emperor thinks that he can control the ministers and control the generals. By extension, he, the chairman of the Ming Dynasty, is like a finger with his arm, saving worry and effort.

There was a faint sound of gunfire in the distance, Xiong Tingbi was still a little uneasy in the end, and ordered someone to lead the war horse and rush over with a group of men and horses.

The exchange of fire with the Ming army was Yanguli, who set up a blocking position on the official road, and Dai Shan, accompanied by his unconscious father Khan, had already gone far.

What to do? What to do? Dai Shan's heart was in turmoil, not only worried that the Ming army would be difficult to resist by taking advantage of the victory, but also worried that his father Khan had three longs and two shorts, and Houjin fell into chaos.

The general mobilization, the Armageddon, but fell into a situation of fiasco. This is completely different from the defeat of Quang Ninh and Ningyuan, when the Ming army still had the ability to counterattack, and now

Dai Shan can foresee the continuous defeat of Houjin in the future, whether it is weapons and equipment, or the number of troops, there is an irreparable gap between Houjin and the Ming army.

Even if the Ming army stopped attacking and gave Houjin a year or two of respite, Houjin would not be able to improve much in these two aspects.

As soon as he thought of the fierce artillery bombardment, the dense rain of musket fire, Dai Shan couldn't help but despair in his heart.

Just like a child fighting with an adult, the gap is too great, no matter how hard you try, no matter how much you plan and design, it is difficult to win.

The Ming army was already so strong, and after this great victory, it was even more morale like a rainbow and had a strong desire to attack; Houjin suffered heavy losses, storms, and could even be said to be precarious.

When he was in a sad heart, he suddenly heard his father Khan moaning, and Dai Shan hurriedly ordered to stop the car and come closer.

The old slave had strips of cloth wrapped around his head, and blood had already poured out. The flying shrapnel hit him in the head, and he was lucky not to die immediately.

The old slave slowly woke up, still dizzy and in pain, his vision was a little blurred, and he blinked his eyes sluggishly.

"Father Khan, father Khan." The call rang in my ears.

The old slave pursed his dry lips, and Dai Shan immediately asked people to feed him water. With two mouthfuls of water, the old slave's mind gradually cleared up.

"Our army is defeated." The old slave stopped his gaze on Dai Shan's face and asked in a weak voice.

Dai Shan lowered his head and was silent, not daring to make eye contact with his father Khan's gaze.

The old slave slowly closed his eyes, endured the pain and dizziness and thought quickly, and judged the future actions and arrangements.

"Father Khan, our army is moving towards Anshan." Dai Shan comforted a little weakly: "Anshan City is small, and the child thinks that Liaoyang can hold on to thwart the enemy. ”

Nurhachi slowly opened his eyes and said: "The Ming army has fierce firearms, and there are also strange tricks to attack the city, I am afraid that defending Liaoyang to the death will repeat the mistakes of Haicheng." ”

Dai Shan blinked and listened carefully.

Nurhachi thought and said: "It is better to dig a trench in a tortuous or dangerous place on the road, and to be able to keep it, and to retreat if it is difficult, than to sit in the city." ”

Dai Shan nodded vigorously and said, "The child understands, this is arranged like this along the way. ”

A sharp pain struck, and the old slave frowned vigorously, and only after a long time did he speak: "Call the generals over, I have important things to explain." ”

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