Hundreds of households in Liaodong, covering the light with one hand

Chapter 132 Ding Liao (two chapters in one)

Mao Wenlong is dead, but the beacon fire in Ningyuan City is far from extinguished.

Mang Gurtai led his Eight Banners soldiers to the top of Ningyuan City. Daishan and Amin had joined forces and killed the Ming army in the east city until they lost their armor.

Countless soldiers of the Ming army jumped down from the city and fought to the death with Hou Jin's soldiers. The common people, with their bare hands and bare hands, risked their lives for the sake of their wives and family members, using fists, teeth, flax, and door bolts to stop Hou Jin's footsteps.

Wolf smoke is everywhere, mountains of scorched earth and corpses are everywhere, people are like blood men, and horses are like blood horses.

Xiong Tingbi stood at the Drum Tower, looking at the soldiers from the two armies who had begun to fight at close range at the top of the city, and the sadness finally came to his heart.

When we were talking at night in the study, the sentence "If the city is broken, I will die in the south" began to echo in my ears.

Holding the long sword tightly, the blood in the Liaodong manager's body began to flow rapidly, his heart beat faster and faster, and the courage to kill oneself permeated his entire body.

Today the city has been destroyed, and we have no face to see the people of the Central Plains. We have no choice but to die!
  Xiong Tingbi raised his head and closed his eyes slightly. The smell of blood in the air was almost lingering in his nose. It was heart-wrenching and dizzying.

"Go and prepare! As soon as Hou Jin's soldiers and horses cross the city, more than 130 burning points in the entire Ningyuan City will be set ablaze at the same time. I would rather the city be in ruins and the prosperity reduced to ashes than leave it to the Jurchens!"

"Sir, won't you wait a moment longer?" The guards behind Xiong Tingbi looked hesitant!

"What are you waiting for?" Xiong Tingbi held the sword in his hand, facing the vast land to the north, not daring to look south at all.

"Almost all the soldiers and civilians in the city are still waiting for the news of the victory of the Commander-in-Chief." The guard said in a sincere tone. When he mentioned Wang Qi, it was as if a flame of hope instantly ignited the whole body, giving people unlimited hope.

These days, Xiong Tingbi is also looking forward to a miracle, but until this last moment, there is no movement on the distant horizon except the undulating mountains and the afterglow of the sun. The showdown between Wang Qi and Lao Nu has not happened for half a month. There was no response, and the north seemed to be completely silent, which already made people fall into despair and darkness.

On the top of the city, Man Gui slashed to death the Hou Jin soldiers who were rushing toward him. His blood-stained eyes looked north, as if he was also expecting something.

At the east gate, Zhao Shujiao was besieged by soldiers of the Hou Jin Dynasty. He leaned against the wall and was forced into a blind corner. He held a knife in both hands. At the last moment of his life, his eyes were still looking at the northern horizon, looking forward to the handsome flag with the character "王". The emergence of the Great Wall.

At the north gate, Yuan Chonghuan and Cao Qianhu raised their swords to face the soldiers of the Hou Jin Dynasty who were once again surrounded. Their armors were in pieces, and wounds all over their bodies were bleeding profusely.

"If we die here in battle, I wonder if we can leave a name in the history books, or maybe we can all be remembered as soldiers of the Ming Dynasty and Liaodong." Yuan Chonghuan glanced at the northern horizon for the last time, and then looked away, with a trace of regret after all.

"Why should we care about our reputation before and after our lives, and why should we regret whether we are emperors or not? The court will discuss merits in our hearts. I will die in the country and die in the country. I know that the country will think of me like this." Lao Cao weighed the long knife in his hand, full of pride.

kill! ! !

Finally, with a loud bang, the Hou Jin soldiers bombarded and attacked again and again day and night. After all, the northern wall of Ningyuan City could not bear it. It was in the dust, in the blood, and in the charred earth. , collapsed among countless corpses, burying corpses all over the ground, and the collapsed thoughts of the defenders.

At this moment, everyone in Ningyuan City knew that the situation was over.

"Enter Ningyuan City and massacre the city for three days. Kill all the Han people! Enjoy their wives and children!!!!"

Mang Gurtai jumped on his horse and whipped his whip, with extremely arrogant and joyful expression on his face.

By capturing Ningyuan City, the entire Liaodong will fall into the hands of the Jurchens. In time, restoring the glory of the Yuan Empire may not be the moon in the water or the flower in the mirror, but a realistic goal.

Xiong Tingbi naturally saw the scene of the city's collapse. His body softened and he took a few steps back. Only with the help of his personal guards was he able to stabilize his body. Finally, he let out a long sigh and spit out those two words from his chest. : "Destroy the city."

"Sir!" The guard felt a little unbearable. These are tens of thousands of people, being burned to the ground like this?
  "Can you bear to see the blood of the Han family being humiliated, being enslaved and being ravaged by others!!?" Xiong Tingbi suddenly became angry, pulled the clothes of his guards and almost said: "Set fire and destroy the city!!! "

Whoooo! ! ! !

As soon as he finished speaking, as if he was murmuring in a dream, Xiong Tingbi, who was standing at the top of the city and had already fallen into despair, suddenly narrowed his eyes, as if he heard something, and turned around to stare at the horizon in the distance.

It seemed like a team of soldiers had arrived.

Almost at the moment when the city collapsed, the soldiers of the two armies who were fighting fiercely heard the whimpering of drums and trumpets in the distance, and also felt the slight tremor of the ground.

"what sound?"

"Drums, cavalry?"

"It's from the north!"

Along with the whining sounds of drums and trumpets, the earth trembled more violently.

Mang Gurtai turned around with doubts and looked at the horizon in the distance, which should be the direction where Nurhachi led the guard battalion.

Suddenly, an extremely dangerous thought appeared in my mind.
  A few breaths later, in the eyes of everyone, a large flag with a king character slowly appeared on the horizon. The afterglow of the sun fell on the flagpole. The golden light was covered with clouds, and the eyes were shining, as holy as a god.

Then came black armor and silver spears, and thousands of Ming Army cavalry on horseback galloping, like divine soldiers descending from the sky, coming with thunder and boundless murderous intent.

"Nurhaci has been executed, why don't you surrender quickly!!!"

"Nurhachi will be executed. You must surrender immediately!!!"

"I'm going to kill you, I'll come down quickly!"

Thousands of cavalry, with momentum like a rainbow, appeared from the horizon on horseback, carrying boundless killing intent and carrying unparalleled power. Their sound was like the roar of a tiger, and the entire Ningyuan City battlefield was trembling.

All Han people knew that this was the arrival of Wang Qi, the commander-in-chief of Liaodong.

After traveling thousands of miles and fighting the old slave bloodyly, he finally rushed to the frontal battlefield of Ningyuan.

Save the world in one moment and save the country from danger.

"Marquis Dingyuan has arrived, the old slave is dead, this battle will be won! All the sons of the Han family!" Xiong Tingbi burst into tears for a moment, put down the collar of his guard, took two steps forward, walked to the front of the tower, pointed his sword at the sky, He shouted three times: "Kill the thief! Kill the thief! Kill the thief!"

Seeing the Ming army rushing for reinforcements on the horizon in the distance, Man Gui's already gloomy eyes suddenly lit up. Regardless of the critical injuries all over his body, he supported his body with a knife, staggered to his feet, and commanded all his subordinates who could breathe. The soldiers of the army were killing the Houjin soldiers beside them.

The near-death situation suddenly reversed.

"The Great Khan is dead?" Mang Gurtai was in disbelief at first, and then with a fierce look in his eyes, he waved his sword and commanded the soldiers of the Eight Banners: "No matter what, take Ningyuan City and Liaodong, I will be the Great Khan! Pass the order Shan, Amin, divide your troops to intercept the Ming army coming for reinforcements. As long as they are held back and Ningyuan City is captured, the situation will be determined!"

Mang Gurtai's Eight Banners soldiers were fearless, and under the leadership of their commander, they fought desperately towards the city.

However, the soldiers and people of Ningyuan City were full of fighting spirit at this moment. Under the city walls, the two sides fought fiercely in the urn city, and there was a stalemate.

From the perspective of the general, Mang Gurtai's decision before the battle cannot be said to be wrong, and it even seems decisive due to his quick wit.

But after the death of the old slave, Hou Jin was leaderless. Dai Shan had always been mature and prudent. He knew that the current situation was no longer something that Ningyuan City could resolve, so he directly withdrew his troops and returned to Shenyang. He considered the long term, recommended new Khans, and recharged his energy, so that Hou Jin could return in the future. Have the strength to fight. If all the family wealth is wiped out in this battle, decades of hard work will be ruined.

"Go back and tell Sanbeile to withdraw your troops quickly and return to Shenyang. Then you will have a chance to make a comeback. If you fight to the death, there will be no other use than to bury the Great Khan!" Daishan rejected Mang Gurtai's suggestion and went directly to the two men. Lan Qi issued an order to withdraw the troops. At the same time, Amin, along with Daishan, began to withdraw his troops.
  "Daishan, Amin ruined our country's affairs for his own selfish reasons!" After hearing the news and looking at the weakened offensive in the east, Mang Gurtai almost vomited blood and immediately cursed: "The two blue flags are the most brave. In order to preserve his strength, he withdrew his troops first and ignored me. He is the sinner of my Jurchen!!"

"Your Majesty, what should we do?" The white flags all looked at their own Baylor.

"Is there anyone who turns his back on our founding state?" Mang Gurtai looked back at the Ming army coming with boundless power, raised his knife and shouted angrily: "Come and kill with me!"

"kill!!!"

Following Mang Gurtai's order, the men with white flags turned and killed the Ming army who came for reinforcements.

When reinforcements from the Ming Dynasty arrived and Mang Gurtai still decided to fight in Si, he was already prepared to die in Si.

The long sword numbly slashed at the enemy. In the blur of blood, Mang Gurtai's eyes caught a glimpse of the large banner representing Wang Qi.

Since its appearance, this banner has been continuously harvesting the heads of the Houjin Aixinjueluo family.

From Huang Taiji, to Nurhaci, and then to myself.
  As if it were a magic spell, in the end, Wang Qi's military exploits were all added up to.

"I wish I could eat his flesh alive!!" Mang Gurtai rushed through the crowd, with countless wounds on his body and his armor had already fallen off.

With a clang, Mang Gurtai slashed down with his sword, and the Ming army on the opposite side tried to block it.

The force of the reaction was so great that Mang Gurtai sat down and staggered on his horse's hooves. He whined and knelt on the ground. Suddenly, Mang Gurtai could not react in time and rolled directly to the ground. Even the weapon in his hand fell to the ground. Throw it aside.

Keng! ! ! !

In an instant, countless swords, guns, swords and halberds were placed directly on Mang Gurtai's head.

"Catch them alive!!" Lu Xiangsheng roared when he saw this.

puff!

Lu Xiangsheng was not given a chance. In just a moment, without any hesitation, Mang Gurtai twisted his neck, and his artery was scraped directly on the sharp edge of the knife.

Gududu blood came out like a stream of water.
  I can't live anymore.

Mang Gurtai had a big mouth, tilted his head and stared in the northeast direction, across the sea and over the mountains. There was Hetuala.

There was silence all around for a moment.
  Almost all the Hou Jin soldiers were stunned on the spot.

The news of the old slave's death came, and although everyone was panicked, it was far less impactful than the tragic scene like Mang Gurtai.

Caught in the enemy's blade, he stepped forward and killed himself, ending up with his head missing and his body wrapped in horse leather.

"The prince is dead!"

"The Ming army killed Sanbeile!"

With a plop, Mang Gurtai's body fell in front of everyone.

It directly shattered the minds of the Jurchens, and the last thoughts of resistance in the hearts of countless Jin soldiers were shattered.

"Nurhaci is dead, Mang Gurtai was killed, and you haven't surrendered yet, why bother struggling to the death!!"

The Ming army was so powerful that the troops of Hou Jin, who had no coach, were defeated steadily.

Countless soldiers of the Hou Jin Dynasty abandoned their helmets and armor. Mang Gurtai died. Without the commander, the battle was meaningless. With white flags on their faces, nearly ten thousand people, from the capital commander to Niu Lu to the lower-level soldiers, immediately fell into disgrace. The beasts do it and scatter in all directions.

No Jurchen came to collect the corpse, and no one dared to collect the corpse.

Following the death of Mang Gurtai, Daishan and others fled to the north.

In just one month, Houjin was defeated. This battle was a complete defeat, and decades of accumulation were wiped out. Only Daishan and Amin fled to Shenyang City with their remaining troops.
  "Sir, Hou Jin has fled, and the siege of Ningyuan City has been resolved." Qin Erbao, Lu Xiangsheng, Zu Dashou and others gathered around Wang Qi, looking at the isolated city standing in the land of Liaodong from a distance.

The ground is covered with scorched earth and corpses are lying in the fields. This war has almost destroyed the entire city so far. If Wang Qi had arrived a step later, then I am afraid that Xiong Tingbi and others would have been caught in the raging fire, and Ningyuan City would be destroyed. went.

At this moment, most people in Ningyuan City did not react. In such a tragic battle, they should have died in the city, but they suddenly won and survived.

In Ningyuan City, countless people and soldiers stood up from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood. They looked at the enemies who had fled, looked at the surrounding houses that had collapsed on the scorched earth, and looked at the streets blocked by corpses. The joy of surviving the disaster comes from the sadness.

"Gather all the surviving soldiers and civilians to welcome Marquis Dingyuan!" Xiong Tingbi stood blankly on the tower, looking at Wang Qi who was leading the army in the distance and quietly riding the horse in front, and felt a little dazed for a moment.

Such a young Marquis Dingyuan will be truly unbeatable after this battle.

After Liaodong was pacified, was there any place in the world that could accommodate him?

Xiong Tingbi already had a big question mark in his heart.

Soon, the corpses everywhere were cleared away, the gates of the city towers were removed, and the bricks and tiles of the city walls were swept away, leaving a wide avenue into the city.

"Xiong Tingbi leads the people of Ningyuan City to welcome Marquis Dingyuan back to the city!! Congratulations to the Lord for this great victory in defeating Jiannu!"

With Xiong Tingbi in front and the other Liaodong generals behind, all the soldiers and civilians left the city spontaneously and bowed deeply to Wang Qi who was sitting on the horse.

"Congratulations to the Marquis of Dingyuan!!!"

"Congratulations to the General Soldier of Liaodong!"

"Congratulations to Daming!"

The cheers of the people, the reverence of the soldiers, the glory created by countless corpses and seas of blood, at this moment, the moment when Hou Jin was defeated and left, established Wang Qi's position in Liaodong and the Ming Dynasty.

As for the remaining Jurchens entrenched in Shenyang, they no longer pose the slightest threat to Liaodong of the Ming Dynasty. When Wang Qi frees up his hands to sweep holes, no one can stop Wang Qi from covering the sky with one hand in Liaodong.

Dorgon? Haug? Dodo? Jilharang, Azig? Either they are still young, or they are just superficial, no one is the enemy of Yihe.

"Excuse me, my lords." Wang Qi sat on the horse. He did not listen to the cheers and respectful words of the people, but looked further south, with deep eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

(End of this chapter)