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

Chapter 204 Blood soaked in water

It is September 19th, the second year of the Great Ming Dynasty.

Liaoyang City, as the first heroic city in this war, is now surrounded by dark clouds, fighting is about to begin, and heavy rain is coming.

Dozens of Ming army banners were fluttering in the distance. The formations of the Ming army were separated from each other by a certain distance, but they were not independent formations. They were also connected with each other. They used flags, war drums, and cavalry to communicate with each other. In order to seek mutual support and advance and retreat together in the ever-changing battlefield.

"Most of the Ming army's troops have already camped more than ten miles outside the city. It looks like they are going to engage in a protracted war of attrition with us!"

At the head of Liaoyang City, Wei Qi stood on the battlements, observing the movements of the Ming army in the distance with a telescope. Behind him were Zhenglan Banner Jia La and a group of Niu Lu, as well as some officials in Han attire.

"How many people do you think there are in the Ming army outside the city?" Wei Qi put down his telescope and looked thoughtful.

"Look, there should be more than 100,000," Erden smacked his lips, his eyes full of hatred. He had been looking for Zu Dalue's flag just now.
  "It will never be less than 70,000 to 80,000," another Jia La Ezhen said, with some uncertainty in his tone.

"Looking at their formations and camps, it seems that this is all the property of the Ming army in Liaodong," the civil servant in Han attire also said.

After listening to everyone's words, Wei Qi chuckled: "Whether it's one hundred thousand or seventy or eighty thousand, it's not something we can compete with right now."

Once the number of military formations exceeds 50,000, they are already spread all over the mountains and plains. As far as the eye can see, there are countless soldiers. Even veterans who have been in battle formations cannot estimate at a glance how many troops there are outside the city.

After hearing Wei Qi's words, the Jurchens at the top of the city all turned to look at the Ming army encamped outside the city in full swing without saying a word.

At present, no one in Liaoyang City except Wei Qi knows what the plans of the Eight Banners' high-level political leaders are. However, judging from the content of yesterday's military preparation meeting, everyone already understands. This time, the Jurchens and There must be a battle between the Han people!
  "Sir, all the cavalry in the city have been mobilized. There is not much combat power in Liaoyang City," Erden supported the battlements, looked at the Ming army in the distance, and murmured: "What do the political kings mean?"

"The Minister of Political Affairs wants to change the situation in one battle, but the main battlefield is not in Liaoyang City, and there is no need to defend here desperately," Wei Qi stretched out his hand to press the long knife on his waist, and lowered his armor, almost covering his eyebrows. No one could clearly see the expression of the deputy commander of the Zhenglan Banner: "But before leaving, just show off to those Ming troops!"

The generals behind him were solemn after hearing this.

Wei Qi reached out and patted the battlements, and had already begun to issue military orders: "Order all Han slaves in the city to prepare to fight and defend. The lower-class soldiers and Bao Yi will wait for military orders and go out of the city to fight to the death with the Ming army! All other bannermen will go to the city to supervise the battle. Those who retreat without authorization , Kill without mercy!"

The Han slaves defended and the bannermen supervised the battle?
  Just for show?
  All the generals bowed: "Cha!"

At this moment, as if to heighten the atmosphere of the war, dark gray clouds began to accumulate in the sky above Liaoyang City, slowly pressing towards the ground, making everyone on the entire battlefield feel as if a stone was weighing on their hearts.

With the sound of hunting, Zu Dashou, who was dressed in white heavy armor, came out of the camp and looked at the still majestic Liaoyang City under the black clouds in the distance.

That city was once the Ming Dynasty's most important town in Liaodong and the seat of the Imperial Government Office. This battle was extremely important!

"Are you all ready?" Zu Dashou asked his cousin beside him.

"Just wait for your order!" Zu Dale looked excited, and even his tone was trembling with excitement.

This battle must be won!

Looking up at the dark sky again, Zu Dashou seemed to be waiting for something. After getting up, dozens of generals were silent, waiting for the moment when the war started.

At the same time, in the main camp of the left and right armies, Cao Wenzhao, Zhao Lejiao and others had also reined in their horses and led the generals, enjoying the moment of peace before the war began.

Boom.
  The thunder was rolling, as if it was right next to my ears, accompanied by lightning flashes, and heavy rain seemed to follow.

Click! ! !

Suddenly, a thunder exploded from the sky, as if a hole had been torn in the sky. The next second, heavy rain poured down from the sky.

"Military bugle!" The moment the thunder sounded, Zu Dashou pulled out the long knife from his waist with all his strength. Rain poured down, and the knife edge pointed toward the sky. A roar burst out from his chest: "Attack the city!!!"

Woohoo! ! !
  The whimpering bugles, accompanied by thunder, quickly spread to the entire Daming camp.

kill! ! ! !
  Almost in an instant, the killing cries drowned out the sounds of thunder and pouring rain. In just a few dozen breaths, more than ten thousand Ming elites rushed out of the camp and headed towards Liaoyang City in the distance.

Zu Dashouzhong's military camp, Cao Wenzhao's left camp, Zhao Lijiao's right camp, as well as Qin Erbao, Lu Xiangsheng, Man Gui, Luo Yiguan and others who raided the formation, almost in an instant, the entire south of Liaoyang City, on the front battlefield, The sky is full of murderous intent, pressing towards Liaoyang City - the original stronghold of the Ming army, now the first stop of the battle between Jianzhou and Ming Dynasty.

"The Ming army is coming!" On top of the city, Erden and others had seen the Ming army all over the mountains and plains, braving the pouring rain and heading towards Liaoyang City.

"Let the Bao Yi and the soldiers leave the city!" Wei Qi, the deputy commander of the Zhenglan Banner, showed no change in his expression, as if he had anticipated this situation: "No matter what, let's consume part of the Ming army's combat power first."

As the south gate of Liaoyang City slowly opened.

Driven by the Jurchen cavalry and forced by the archers, tens of thousands of coated slaves and some low-level soldiers attacked the heavily armed Ming army.

If you don't kill him, you will die on the spot.

No one wants to die, not even a living wrapper, a slave without personality.

Almost instantly, the entire battlefield was covered in flesh and blood.

Compared with a few years ago, the combat effectiveness of the Ming army has been greatly improved. Facing the ragtag crowd composed of coats and hard work, it is almost effortless to chop melons and vegetables.

Zu Dale led the ancestral cavalry, taking the lead, charging left and right in the crowd, killing limbs and arms as the swords flew.

And almost all the Ming army had no psychological burden to kill the mob in front of them.

Human life?

War exploits!

Former compatriots?
  It’s just a cheap life now!
  Soon, under the Ming army's bulldozer-like fighting and killing, the army quickly approached the city of Daoliaoyang.

Zu Dashou's Chinese army camp moved forward, and he could almost see the three characters engraved on the bell tower of Liaoyang City in the distance: Liaoyang City!

"Whoever is the first to reach the top of Liaoyang City will be rewarded!!"

Facing such a devastating battle, Zu Dashou could not suppress the excitement in his heart. His arrogance and arrogance could hardly be suppressed: "All the Chinese troops are pressing forward. Within an hour, all the Eight Banners soldiers in the city will be defeated! This general is going to Report to the imperial court! What a great victory! What a great victory!"

The prancing horse whipped, and while Zu Dashou was directing the battle, he began to imagine that after the victory of the war, his family would become the number one family in Liaodong!

At that time, even if Duke Lang went to Liao, he would still give his ancestor Dashou three cents of face!

At this moment, when Zu Dashou's army was pressing forward, from the perspective of Wei Qi, the Ming Dynasty army had actually begun to lose touch with the entire battlefield.

Zu Dashou's central military camp rushed too fast, and the left and right flank camps on both sides failed to keep up. If Wei Qi's soldiers and horses were concentrated at this time and attacked Zu Dashou's central military camp, it would most likely severely damage his army.

"Dividing your troops and fighting alone is a taboo on the battlefield. I'm afraid Zu Dashou has become greedy and arrogant."

As if he did not see the Ming army rushing more than a hundred steps away from the city, Wei Qi, the deputy commander of the Zhenglan Banner, casually commented on the Ming army general. “Sir, why haven’t we taken action yet?”

Erden wiped the sweat from his head and asked.

If we don't take action, the Ming army will climb to the top of the city, and both sides will fight hand-to-hand!

"Command the archers to prepare!" 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 defensive army composed of soldiers and slaves was already in position, ready to fight the Ming army to the death.

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 moved slowly in the mud and heavy rain. At the same time, there were still a large number of enemies blocking the way. Cao Wenzhao's flank troops could not attack the Chinese army in a short time. Some support.

Zhao Shujiao on the other side also faced this problem.

For a time, the battlefield situation was at a stalemate.

"Archer!"

As the flags were waved, thousands of Eight Banners archers in armor stood up on the city tower. Clusters of ice-cold arrows pointed downwards. Facing the Ming army just around the corner, within fifty steps, the power of the arrow clusters was comparable to Throw a gun.

"shoot!!!"

As the flag was waved, loud shouts came from the mouth of the herald.

In an instant, clusters of ice-cold arrows shot out, flying through the rain and killing cries.

Pfft! ! !
  At such a close distance, even a heavy rainstorm could not weaken the power of the arrow cluster.

As long as it is shot into the front, the enemy will directly lose combat effectiveness.

In the blink of an eye, on the frontal battlefield, Zu Dashou's army's attack had been blocked.

On the city tower, the defenders composed of coated slaves and soldiers also began to play their role. Under the knife of the war supervisor battalion, they fought to the death against the Ming army climbing up the city.

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

"Sir," several close aides and generals came to Wei Qi on the city tower: "We are ready and can evacuate at any time."

Wei Qi looked at the fierce battle in the distance with a sneer on his lips: "If I let go of this battle, I may not be able to win."

Reluctantly, the Minister of Political Affairs had an order to retreat first and let his guards retreat. It was a pity: "Let these Ming troops be arrogant for a few days. 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 houses and buildings in the city are to be destroyed, and all Eight Banners soldiers and horses are to retreat! Leave from the outer city and do not give any warning to the enemy." Any opportunity the military can take advantage of"

From the beginning to the end, Wei Qi had no intention of confronting Zu Dashou and other Ming troops head-on.

It doesn't matter if you kill some coats and minions. If you block it for a while, you have completed the task.

Wei Qi turned to look at the ancestral banner, and said silently in his heart: The most important thing is to invite you to enter the jar.

At this moment, below the city.

"Where are Cao Wenzhao and Zhao Lejiao!" Zu Dashou looked at the one-sided battle on the city wall and yelled: "The two of them failed more than succeeded, but failed more than once. At such a critical moment, why didn't they lead their troops to attack the women from the flanks? Real person? Otherwise, I can directly take the south gate and attack Liaoyang City directly!"

At this moment, at the west gate of Liaoyang City, Cao Wenzhao was already taking the lead, with a fierce and bloody face, leading his men to violently charge towards the west gate.

"Archers cover, let me hit the siege ram!!!" Cao Wenzhao pushed away the guards protecting him and pointed directly at the city gate in the distance with the edge of his knife: "Zuo Qianhu, take your people to attack I will break down the city gate, and after this battle, I will promote you to guerrilla service!"

Heavy rain poured down, and killings and deaths continued to take place inside and outside Liaoyang City.

Of course, as time passed, the balance of victory began to tilt toward the Ming army.

Woohoo! ! !
  Zu Dashou's eyes flashed as he was fighting bloody battles. In the distance, flames were already burning at the west gate of Liaoyang City. Even if it rained heavily, it would not be able to extinguish it for a while.

It seems that Cao Wenzhao has led his men to attack the west gate of Liaoyang, and hand-to-hand combat and the battle for the city gate have begun.

"Sir, the armies of Master Cao and Master Zhao have also reached the city. They are attacking from three sides. Jianzhou cannot hold on for long!"

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

"Instruct Zu Dalue and ask him to lead people to the city! We must capture Nancheng in one fell swoop. My family will be the first to capture Liaoyang City!"

"kill!!!"

As Zu Dashou's military order was issued, 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, covered in blood, broke open the gate of Liaoyang City and took control of the south gate in his hands.

"Climb the city tower! Kill all the Jurchens!" Zu Dale wiped a handful of blood. Now his entire armor and boots were filled with a mixture of rain and blood. The slightest movement would cause heavy shaking, but this was even more disturbing. It gave Zu Dale a sense of bloodshed.

trembling?

Just the fun of killing.

Not long after, Zu Dale led his troops to the city tower.

"Where are the Jurchen generals?" Zu Dale glanced at the entire southern city of Liaoyang City. On the towers, almost all slaves in Han attire fell to the ground, as well as some low-level soldiers. Apart from that, there seemed to be no casualties among the Eight Banners troops. How many: "Where are those Jurchens?"

"My lord, by the time we climbed up to the city tower, the Jurchens had already withdrawn, leaving only these soldiers and coated slaves to resist here."

"Run away early?" Zu Dale was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly and said: "It seems that the Jurchens are really at the end of their game, and they don't dare to provoke the front of my army!"

Not long after, when Zu Dashou's army entered Liaoyang City and heard that the female main force had retreated, he was still surprised for a long time.

After all, this battle was originally intended to wipe out all the Eight Banners troops here.

However, Zu Dashou soon figured it out on his own. Liaoyang City was divided into an outer city and an inner city. The southern city was actually part of the inner city. When the Ming army attacked, it was relatively easy, while the northern outer city usually stationed large armies. , depending on the situation, it should be that the Jurchens saw that the situation was not good and withdrew most of the Eight Banners soldiers and horses in advance, leaving some unimportant subordinates in order to preserve their strength.

"It doesn't matter, even if the Jurchen defenders were not completely wiped out in this battle, it would still be a hearty victory!" Zu Dashou laughed loudly: "Immediately report your merits to Lord Jinlue!"

(End of this chapter)