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

Chapter 200 The first confrontation at Anshanyi

When Zu Dale led more than a thousand private soldiers to Anshan Post, Tan Ma who was waiting here came out early to greet him.

"Where are the Jurchens?"

Zu Dale reined in his horse and stopped, first looking up at the mountains in the distance. In addition to the endless virgin forests, there were mountains undulating towards the distance, quiet and desolate.

"Replying to your lord, more than three hundred Jurchen cavalry seemed to have detected something. They had already left a quarter of an hour ago. The remaining three thousand women, children, old and young, were heading towards Liaoyang City along the Qianshan Road, planning to pass through Liaoyang City. Then go east and go directly to Fushunsuo"

The Tanma obviously picked up a lot of gossip, and he bowed to Zu Dale and said: "Now most of the Jurchens in Shenyang City are in chaos. Many of the banner leaders, Beile, have taken their families and went east first. Most of them have We believe that besieging Shenyang City is an act of waiting for death. If we don’t want to be besieged in Shenyang City, we should go directly to Fushun, then wait for an opportunity to return to Hetuala, and then make long-term plans.”

"I don't care so much, let's eat these enemies in front of us first!" Zu Dale waved his riding whip, pointed at the probing horse and said: "Tian Qianhu, you lead the way, and we can catch up with that group in the shortest possible time. Jurchens, maybe they have more important information!"

"Got the order!" The Qianhu official surnamed Tian bowed, then quickly got on his horse, led his scouts one step ahead, and galloped towards Qianshan Road in the distance.

"Everyone, follow up!!" Zu Dale ordered at the same time: "The first achievement in Liaodong is already close at hand!"

Qianshan Road is an extremely hidden trail. It is located between plains and hills, at the intersection of primeval forests and vast plains. It is also the closest mountain road to Liaoyang City. It is the place where hunters and gangsters in Wuthering Mountains have traveled for many years. A trail opened over ten years.
  If they hadn't walked this thousand-mountain trail, this group of Jurchens, a team of more than 3,000 people, were all old, weak, women and children. Wouldn't they have been targeted?
  Zu Dale led the ancestral private soldiers this time, equipped with full armor and Liaodong war horses. Their combat effectiveness was not comparable to that of ordinary Ming armies. More than a thousand people quickly caught up with the Jurchens on their way to migration.
  "There are more than 500 soldiers in total, and more than 200 guards at the front and rear. In the middle of the team, there should be officials from the Eight Banners of Jianzhou. They didn't have time to catch up with the large army. They were two days late." Tian Qianhu accompanied Zu Dale on the horse. In a hilly and mountainous area, looking at the slowly moving Jianzhou troops not far away: "You may also think that our army has just crossed the Liao River and will not easily send troops to occupy Liaoyang City."

After all, this place is only a mere thirty miles away from Liaoyang City, and the cavalry will arrive in an instant.

"Hey, fat sheep," Zu Dale looked at the team in the distance with a touch of disdain on his lips: "The wars in the past few years have made many Jurchen people suddenly rich and have a lot of wealth. This retreat will make They are bleeding profusely, and if I were the general, I would not be willing to give up the wealth I had already obtained and return to Hetuala."

After saying that, Zu Dale raised his head and looked at the sky. I don't know when it started, but the sky has quietly been covered with a layer of dim yellow. It is estimated that in about a quarter of an hour, the sun will set. Disadvantage: "Send the order, everyone mounts up, hides the flag, the archers attack first, then flank the formation, the swordsmen follow behind, cut into the battlefield head-on, the battle will be resolved within a quarter of an hour, we have to go back to drink and celebrate before the sun sets. !”

"As ordered!"

As Zu Dale's order was issued, the sound of a sharp blade being unsheathed came, like a life-threatening knife edge, the black and white iron rope, and boundless murderous intent spread towards the Jurchen team moving in the distance.

"Everyone, kill!"

In the distance, Zhenghongqi Niulu Erzhen Erden was leading the team towards Liaoyang City in fear.

He was originally the nephew of Heli, deputy commander of Zhenghong Banner, and was sent to garrison Anshan Station in Liaoyang City. The retreat should have been completed three days ago, but Erden's family had too much wealth, so he just collected the jewelry and silver. Thirty boxes were filled, not counting the silks and satins, as well as more than a hundred female relatives in the back house, all of which were personal property that had to be brought with them.

After all, who knows what the situation will be like after returning to Shenyang City, or finally returning to Hetuala?

Let’s hold on to the treasures and people in our hands first!

"Sir, it's getting dark. We have to reach Liaoyang City before the sun sets. Let's make the team move faster!" His subordinates came to Erden on horseback, with worries on their faces.

"I have already sent the cavalry out to Liaoyang City to find someone to take over. Don't worry." Erden waved his hand and said it didn't matter: "It is impossible for the Ming army to enter Liaoyang City so quickly. Besides, our soldiers in Liaoyang City The horses are still there, the land is only thirty miles away, it will be there in a blink of an eye, it doesn’t matter.”

"But..." The attendant wanted to say something, but the next second, his expression changed. Not far away, the sound of galloping horses could be heard faintly.

"It's the Ming army!"

Many people in the team have heard the sound. There are more than 500 soldiers, as well as countless women and children. In the final analysis, they have no fighting power at all. Facing an unknown number of enemy troops, they are already in chaos.

"Don't panic!" Erden still looked quite calm: "There will definitely not be too many enemies. Stop the guards immediately. Hold on for a quarter of an hour, and reinforcements will arrive!"

The cavalry team sent by Erden has arrived in Liaoyang City according to time.

"kill!"

Without giving Erden much time to stop the defense, the cavalry team led by Zu Dale quickly arrived.

Before the cavalry fight came, the arrows flying all over the sky had already arrived first.

The entire Jurchen army suffered heavy casualties in an instant.

"Turn the car sideways and place it on the outside! To stop the impact of its war horses, everyone takes up arms and holds on for a quarter of an hour!" Erden is tall and strong. Although he is used to enjoying wealth, he has not yet degenerated into a war horse like that of later generations. The disciples of the Eight Banners, who are even beyond his reach, still have some strength and courage to control horses and wield swords.

On the battlefield, the two opposing sides instantly fought together.

The Ming army's offensive was overwhelming, but after a moment of panic, the Jurchens immediately stopped the counterattack. With the help of carriages and bows and arrows, more than 500 soldiers were able to block the enemy for a while, preventing them from immediately attacking the camp.

"Damn! It's so hard for old, weak, women and children to chew on a stick!"

Zu Dale pulled off his collar and spat on the ground, holding a steel knife in his hand: "The archers from the front will continue to attack. The rest of the brothers, follow me and attack from the flanks!"

"kill!"

Soldiers clashed, war horses neighed, and the sound of sharp blades going into the intestines was heard.

As Zu Dale led his men to attack from the flank, the battlefield situation changed instantly.

"The treacherous Ming army!" Erden was already injured and bandaged the wound indiscriminately. Niulu Erzhen turned his head and looked to the north, which was the direction from which the reinforcements were coming.

Will reinforcements from Liaoyang City come?
  After all, there were too many women, children, old and young, and more than 500 soldiers could not protect too many people.

"Sir, retreat first! The soldiers and horses from Liaoyang City will not come. We will protect you and take the first step," he said, protecting Erden and breaking out into the distance.

(End of this chapter)