September 19, the second year of the Great Tomorrow Apocalypse.

Liaoyang City, as the first male city in this major confrontation, at this moment the black clouds are rolling, the soldiers are about to urge, and the downpour is coming.

Dozens of Ming army Daxu fluttered in the distance, the Ming army's formation was separated from each other by a distance, but it was not independent of each other, and there were also connections with each other, with flags, war drums, and cavalry to communicate with each other, in order to seek mutual support in the rapidly changing battlefield, and advance and retreat together.

"Most of the soldiers and horses of the Ming army have been stationed outside the city for more than ten miles, and it looks like they are going to fight a protracted war of attrition with us!"

At the head of Liaoyang City, Wei Qi stood at the battlements, observing the movement of the Ming army in the distance with a clairvoyant mirror, and behind him were Zhenglan Qijiala and a group of Niu Lu, as well as some officials dressed as Han Chinese.

"You say, how many Ming troops are there outside the city?" Wei Qi put down the clairvoyant mirror and thought thoughtfully.

"Look, there should be more than 100,000," Erden smacked his lips, his eyes full of hatred, just now he has been looking for the banner of Zu Dale.

"It won't be less than seventy or eighty thousand," the other Jia La's voice really began, and his tone was a little uncertain.

"Looking at its formation and camp, it should be all the belongings of the Ming army in Liaodong," the civil official in Han costume also spoke.

After listening to everyone's words, Wei Qi chuckled: "Whether it's 100,000 or 70,000, it's not something I can fight with now." ”

Once the number of soldiers exceeds 50,000, it is already all over the mountains, and there are countless as far as the eye can see, even if it is an old soldier who has been in the battle formation for a long time, at a glance, it is impossible to estimate how many people and horses there are outside the city.

And when the Jurchens in the city heard Wei Qi's words, they all turned their heads to look at the Ming army stationed outside the city, and they were in full swing, and they did not speak.

What are the plans of the high-level political kings of the Eight Banners, at present, in Liaoyang City, except for Wei Qi, the rest of the people do not know, but judging from the content of yesterday's military meeting to prepare for war, everyone already understands in their hearts. This time, there will be a battle between the Jurchens and the Han people!

"My lord, all the cavalry in the city has been transferred, and there is not much combat power in Liaoyang City," Erden held on to the battlements, looked at the Ming army in the distance, and muttered: "What do the kings of the council mean?" ”

"The minister wants to turn things around in a war, but the main battlefield is not in Liaoyang City, and there is no need to fight hard here," Wei Qi stretched out his hand and pressed the long knife on his waist, the armor was lowered, almost covering the corners of his eyebrows, and no one could see the expression of the deputy commander of the Zhenglan Banner: "But before leaving, but make a show for that group of Ming troops!" ”

The generals behind him were shocked when they heard this.

Wei Qi stretched out his hand and patted the battlements, and had already begun to issue military orders: "Order all Han slaves in the city to prepare to fight to the death, inferior soldiers and coats, wait for military orders, and go out of the city to fight to the death with the Ming army!" All the rest of the bannermen ascended to the city to supervise the battle, and those who retreated without permission were killed! ”

Hannu defends to the death, and the bannerman supervises the battle?

Is it pretentious?

All the generals bowed: "Wow! ”

And at this moment, as if to set off the atmosphere of the war, in the sky above Liaoyang City, dark gray clouds have begun to accumulate, slowly pressing towards the ground, making the entire battlefield, everyone's heart is like pressing a stone.

Daxu hunted loudly, and Zu Dashou, who was dressed in white heavy armor, came out of the camp tent and looked at Liaoyang City, which was still standing under the black clouds in the distance.

That city was once the first important town of the Ming Dynasty in Liaodong, and it was also the location of the Jingluo Mansion, and this battle was extremely important!

"All ready?" Zu Dashou opened his mouth and asked his cousin on the side.

"Just wait for the adult's order!" Zu Dale's expression was excited, and even his tone was trembling with excitement.

This battle will be won!

Looking up at the black sky again, Zu Dashou seemed to be waiting for something, and after getting up, dozens of generals were also silent, waiting for the moment when the big war started.

At the same time, in the camps of the left and right armies, Cao Wenzhao, Zhao Shujiao and others had already taken the reins of horses, led the generals, and enjoyed a moment of peace before the start of the war.

Thundered.

The thunder rolled in as if it were right in the ears, accompanied by a flash of lightning, and the heavy rain seemed to follow.

Click!!

Suddenly, a thunderbolt suddenly sounded from the sky, as if the sky had been torn apart, and the next second, there was a bang, and the heavy rain poured down directly.

"Trumpet!" The moment the thunder started, Zu Dashou struggled to pull out the long knife on his waist, the rain poured down, the knife edge pointed obliquely at the long sky, and the roar burst out from between his chest: "Siege !! ”

Woowoo!!

The whimpering trumpets accompanied by thunder quickly spread towards the entire Daming camp.

Kill!!!!

Almost instantly, the sound of killing had already overshadowed the sound of thunder and pouring rain, and in just a few dozen breaths, more than 10,000 Ming elites rushed out of the camp and headed towards Liaoyang City in the distance.

Zu Dashouzhong's military camp, Cao Wenzhao's left battalion, Zhao Shujiao's right battalion, as well as Qin Erbao, Lu Xiangsheng, Man Gui, Luo Yiyi and others who swept the array, almost in an instant, the entire south of Liaoyang City, on the frontal battlefield, was full of killing intent, pressing towards Liaoyang City - the original Ming army town, and now the first stop of the confrontation between Jianzhou and Daming.

"The Ming army is here!" At the head of the city, Erden and the others had already seen the Ming army all over the mountains, braving the pouring rain and killing towards Liaoyang City.

"Let the coats and soldiers out of the city!" Wei Qi, the deputy commander of the Blue Banner, did not change his face, as if he had expected this scene a long time ago: "In any case, first consume part of the combat power of the Ming army." ”

With the slow opening of the south gate of Liaoyang City.

Driven by the Jurchen cavalry and persecuted by the archers, tens of thousands of clothed slaves and some low-level soldiers were killed against the heavily armed Ming army.

If you don't kill the past, then you will die directly in the same place.

No one wants to die, not even if they are living clothes, slaves without personality.

Almost instantly, the entire battlefield was already full of flesh and blood.

Compared with a few years ago, the combat effectiveness of the Ming army has been greatly improved, and in the face of the rabble composed of coatings and efforts, it is almost effortless to chop melons and vegetables.

Zu Dale led the ancestral family to ride the iron horse, taking the lead, rushing left and right in the crowd, and between the knife edges flying, all the stumps and broken arms were harvested, and human lives were harvested.

And almost all the Ming troops did not have any psychological burden to deal with the rabble in front of them and kill them.

Lives?

Exploits!

Former compatriots?

It's just a cheap life now!

Soon, under the fighting and killing of the Ming army like a bulldozer, the army soon approached the city of Liaoyang.

Zu Dashou's military camp moved forward, and you can almost see the three big characters engraved on the bell tower of Liaoyang City in the distance: Liaoyang City!

"Whoever is the first to climb the head of Liaoyang City will be rewarded!!"

In the face of such a devastating battle, Zu Dashou couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, and the arrogance and arrogance could hardly be suppressed: "All the Chinese troops will be pressed, and all the Eight Banners soldiers in the city will be beheaded within an hour!" I'm going to report to the court! Great victory! What a victory! ”

The prancing horse whipped up, and Zu Dashou commanded the battle while beginning to imagine that after the victory of the war, the ancestral family would become the first family in Liaodong in one fell swoop!

At that time, even if Lang Guogong went to Liao, he would have to give his ancestor three points of face for his birthday!

At this moment, when Zu Dashou's Chinese army pressed up, the entire battlefield From Wei Qi's point of view, the Ming Dynasty army had actually begun to lose touch.

Zu Dashou's central military camp rushed too fast, and the left and right flank battalions on both sides did not keep up, if at this time, the soldiers and horses in Wei Qi's hands concentrated a little and attacked Zu Dashou's central military camp, it was very likely to inflict heavy damage on his army.

"Dividing the army and fighting alone, the battlefield is taboo, that ancestor Dashou is afraid that he has been consumed by the desire for profit and is arrogant."

As if he didn't see the Ming army that rushed to the city more than 100 steps away, Wei Qi, the deputy commander of the Blue Banner, casually commented on the general of the Ming army.

"My lord, are we not going to act?"

Erden wiped the sweat from his head and asked.

If you don't do it again, the Ming army will climb to the top of the city, and the two sides will fight with white knives!

"Prepare the herald archers!" Finally, when the Ming army arrived more than fifty steps below the city, Wei Qi ordered the Eight Banners Archers to step forward.

At the same time, the garrison army of soldiers and slaves was already in place, ready to fight to the death against the Ming army.

At this moment, Cao Wenzhao, who had just been promoted to deputy commander-in-chief, was commanding his army to attack Liaoyang City from the west.

Under the heavy rain, it was not easy to attack the city, all the siege equipment was moving slowly in the mud and heavy rain, and at the same time, there were still a large number of enemies to block, and Cao Wenzhao's flank troops could not support the Chinese army in a short time.

On the other side, Zhao Shujiao is also facing this problem.

For a time, the situation on the battlefield was deadlocked.

"Archer!"

With the waving of the flag, on the city tower, thousands of eight-banner archers in armor stood up, and the cold arrow cluster pointed downward, facing the Ming army close at hand, within fifty steps, the arrow cluster was as powerful as a throwing spear.

"Shoot !!"

As the flag waved, a loud shout came out of the herald's mouth.

In an instant, clusters of icy arrows shot straight out, shuttling through the rain curtain and the shouts of killing.

Poof!!

At such a close distance, even a torrential rain could not weaken the power of the arrows.

As long as the shot is fired into the front, the enemy directly loses its combat effectiveness.

Between breaths, on the frontal battlefield, the attack of Zu Dashou's army has been blocked.

And on the tower of the city, the defenders composed of clothed slaves and soldiers also began to play a role, and under the knife of the war camp, they fought desperately with the Ming army who climbed the city.

For a time, the offensive of the entire Liaoyang City fell into a stalemate.

"My lord," several cronies and generals came to Wei Qi's side on the city tower, "It's ready, and you can withdraw at any time." ”

Wei Qi looked at the white-hot battle in the distance, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "If this battle allows me to let go of my hands and feet, I may not be able to win the battle."

Helplessly, the minister of the council had an order, and it was a pity to retreat first and let Wei Qi for him: "Let these Ming troops be arrogant for a few days, and it won't be long before they die." ”

Thinking of this, Wei Qi took one last look at the battlefield in the distance before turning around: "Order, all the houses and buildings in the city are overfired, and all the soldiers and horses of the Eight Banners retreat!" Go from the outer city, don't give the Ming army any chance"

From beginning to end, Wei Qi did not intend to fight with Zu Dashou and other Ming troops.

Death of some coats and minions, nothing, a little hindrance is already the completion of the task.

Wei Qi turned his head to look at the ancestral family, and said silently in his heart: The most important thing is to invite you into the urn.

At the moment, under the city.

"Cao Wenzhao and Zhao Shujiao!" Zu Dashou looked at the one-sided battle that had fallen into the city, and scolded sharply: "The two of them have not succeeded enough, and they have more than enough defeat, at such a critical moment, why didn't they lead the army to attack the Jurchens from the flank?" Otherwise, Lao Tzu can directly take the south city gate and directly attack Liaoyang City! ”

At this moment, at the west gate of Liaoyang City, Cao Wenzhao had already taken the lead, his face was fierce and bloody, and he led his men to make a fierce charge towards the west gate.

"Archer cover, battering ram smash me !!" Cao Wenzhao pushed away the guards who were protecting him, and directly pointed at the city gate in the distance with the knife in his hand: "Zuo Qianhu, take your people to give me the city gate to smash open, after this battle, you will be promoted to guerrilla!" ”

Heavy rain poured down, and killing and death were constantly staged inside and outside Liaoyang City.

Of course, as time passed, the scales of victory began to think about the tilt of the Ming army.

Woowoo!!

Zu Dashou, who was fighting bloodily, flashed in his eyes, and the west gate of Liaoyang City in the distance was already full of fire, even if it was pouring heavy rain, it would not be extinguished for a while.

It seems that Cao Wenzhao has led people to attack the west gate of Liaoyang, and the white-knuckle battle and the battle for the city gate have begun.

"My lord, the army of Lord Cao and Lord Zhao has also been killed under the city, and the three flanking attacks, Jianzhou will not last long!"

At the same time, his subordinates also came to report the latest situation on the battlefield to Zu Dashou.

"Tell Zu Dale to lead people to the city! Be sure to take Nancheng in one fell swoop, my ancestral family will be the first to take Liaoyang City! ”

"Kill !!"

With the issuance of Zu Dashou's military order, the Ming army's offensive became more fierce, and the entire Liaoyang City was already crumbling.

About a quarter of an hour later, Zu Dale was covered in blood and broke open the gate of Liaoyang City, holding the control of the south gate in his hands.

"Ascend the Tower! Kill all the Jurchens! Zu Dale wiped a handful of blood, and now his entire armor and boots are full of rain and blood, and the slightest movement is a heavy shaking, but this gives Zu Dale a sense of blood.

Shake?

It's just the fun of killing.

After a short time, wait for Zu Dale to lead his troops to climb the city tower.

"What about the Jurchen generals?" Zu Dale glanced at the entire southern city tower of Liaoyang City, almost all the slaves in Han costumes who had fallen to the ground, and some low-level soldiers, in addition, the soldiers and horses of the Eight Banners didn't seem to have many casualties: "What about those Jurchens?" ”

"If you go back to your lordship, when I wait to climb the tower, the Jurchens have already withdrawn, leaving only these soldiers and clothed minions to resist here."

"Ran ahead of schedule?" Zu Dale was stunned for a moment, and then laughed and said: "It seems that the Jurchens are really at the end of the crossbow, and they don't dare to take a little bit of the front of my army!" ”

Not long ago, when Zu Dashou's Chinese army entered Liaoyang City and heard that Allah had retreated, he was still shocked for a long time.

After all, this battle was originally intended to annihilate the soldiers and horses of the Eight Banners here.

However, Zu Dashou quickly figured it out by himself, Liaoyang City is divided into the outer city and the inner city, the city in the south is actually part of the inner city, when the Ming army attacked, it was relatively easy, and the outer city in the north was generally stationed in the army, depending on the situation, it should be the Jurchens who saw that the situation was not good, and withdrew most of the Eight Banners soldiers and horses in advance, leaving some inconsequential clothed minions to preserve their strength.

"It doesn't matter, even if this battle doesn't completely annihilate the Jurchen defenders, it is still a hearty victory!" Zu Dashou laughed loudly: "Immediately report to Lord Jingluo!" ”

(End of chapter)