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

Chapter 208 Elegy outside Shenyang City ()
  For a moment, Yuan Chonghuan almost doubted whether his eyes were seeing the wrong thing because of excessive worry.

As the most powerful prince in Jianzhou at present, in charge of the entire Jurchen Eight Banners, the powerful minister of political affairs - led his cavalry to directly confront tens of thousands of Ming troops at the foot of Shenyang City!
  With such courage and decisiveness, if you give an example, wouldn't it be Wang Qi who led Qin Erbao, Lu Xiangsheng and others to go deep into the Eight Banners Hetuala and fight against Jiannu?

Yuan Chonghuan didn't dare to think about such a scene.

When Yuan Chonghuan saw Daishan coming with a small group of cavalry, Xiong Tingbi of the Chinese army naturally got the news.

After a moment of astonishment, the experienced Liaodong manager immediately calmed down and discovered the key: below Shenyang City, for dozens of miles in radius, it is all plains, with no danger to defend, and no mountainous hinterland. , can lead the cavalry to attack suddenly under the eyes of the Ming army without being discovered by the scouts who are scattered around to explore, it can only show that the cavalry led by Daishan definitely does not exceed 3,000, or even more than 1,000. Up to the sky.

"Wu Jing camp has already detached part of the Jiannu troops, and now Dai Shan leads a small group of cavalry to dare to go out of the city to fight with me. Judging from this, the Jurchens are probably torn apart and fighting on their own," Xiong Tingbi said. , half true and half false, not only to stabilize the morale of the military, but also to weaken the prestige of others.

At this time, Yuan Chonghuan also came up from the rear of the army. As the military officer responsible for transporting the army, Yuan Chonghuan had a heavy responsibility.
  "Sir, Dai Shan personally led his troops to kill from the flank!" Yuan Chonghuan looked anxious. Starting from Hupiyi Station yesterday, Yuan Chonghuan began to advise Xiong Tingbi. The matter is urgent and should be slowed down. Don't rush on the edge of the cliff. Being urged by the enemy to make a decision, the current situation made him even more confused: "Sir, we'd better station troops first and wait for several large armies to encircle us before taking action!"

"The army has already reached the city. If we retreat any further, it will disturb the morale of our army. I will kill them!" Xiong Tingbi's eyes turned cold, he drew out the sword from his waist and said solemnly to the generals around him:
  "Everyone, no matter who is the Jurchen who leads the army to kill today, our Ming Dynasty's tens of thousands of soldiers are still targeting Shenyang City! The army of Fengji Fort has swept all the way to the east, and the army on the side of Wujing Camp has also attracted There are nearly 10,000 Jurchen troops. Now, Daishan, seeing that the situation is not good, personally leads the army and wants to use his body as a bait to lure our army to change direction, give up the attack on the city and drive away their people. I can see through this trick at a glance! As a result, Shenyang City will definitely be depleted of troops. If we don’t attack now, then when will we wait?”

Xiong Tingbi's words made Yuan Chonghuan's face suddenly turn red, and he could not utter a word. When he came just now, the words organized in his mind were also thrown back into his stomach. Looking at the already murderous Liaodong Manager, Yuan Chonghuan finally said He nodded: "I will obey your orders!"

Hearing that Yuan Chonghuan no longer objected, Xiong Tingbi lowered his brows, glanced at everyone, and said solemnly: "Pass my military order, Zu Dale immediately led the Zuoying army to block the incoming Jurchen soldiers and horses. At the same time, Zhao led his troops The archers provide cover and must kill Daishan under Shenyang City. No matter what, he must not be allowed to return to the city! I want to show the slaves of Shenyang City that defending means death, and counterattacking means death. No matter what, today is my big day. Tomorrow is the beginning of taking back Liaodong!"

"The last will obey!"

The marching army changes formation very quickly.

Before Dai Shan led his army to reach the front, he had already changed his formation. The central army did not move, the forward battalion turned around, and the archer battalion went out. Not long after, Zu Dale led the Zu family cavalry to fight, and Zhao Lijiao led the army. A battalion of archers and infantry provided cover. The rest of the army filled the vacancy, and continued to march towards Shenyang City under the full command of Zu Dashou.

Xiong Tingbi will not give the Jurchens any breathing space. All deployments and actions revolve around Shenyang City. Xiong Tingbi will not change his plans because of the arrival of Daishan, so as to give the Jurchen Prince a face. Separate some troops and horses to block it!
  And, more importantly, Qin Erbao and others have led their troops from Fengji Fort and are heading towards Shenyang City. Within an hour, the two armies must turn around, otherwise, things will change in the long run. The plain outside Shenyang City Above all, Xiong Tingbi is not willing to start a war with the Jurchens with the same military strength!
  call out! ! !
  The goshawk screamed, shaking the sky and choking the clouds.

Looking down from a high place, the entire plain was divided into two very obvious parts.

Part of the Ming army rushed towards Shenyang City, which was waiting for them, while another part of the Ming army galloped towards the northwest, towards the Jurchen cavalry led by Daishan.

Wherever the battle is resolved first, the victorious party will take control of the entire battlefield. In other words, whoever wins first can tilt the balance of the war in an instant.

Daishan led his most elite cavalry and hid in the dense forest from the day before the Ming army arrived at Hupiyi, waiting for a surprise attack when the Ming army attacked the city.

And the missing group of scouts was obviously the work of Daishan's soldiers.

"Everyone! Mount your bows and horses, draw your bows to the full moon, and within thirty steps, defeat the leading troops of the Ming army first!"

Daishan held a machete in his hand and led the horse. With a clatter, the sound of the blade being unsheathed was extremely loud as the horse galloped. Under the sunlight, the reflection of the blade was cold.

Zu Dale led the Zu family cavalry and Daishan's Xianglan Banner army were less than a hundred steps away from each other at this moment.

"Draw the sword! Everyone, draw the sword!" Zu Dale rode his horse at a gallop. At this moment, he could already see the braids on the necks of the Jurchens in the distance, and it seemed that he could smell the bloody smell of the Jurchens with his nose: "Kill more people. , the higher the bounty! Those who are above the solid mountain will be given ten thousand gold!"

Zu Dale roared to encourage his cavalry, waved the long sword in his hand, and led his men to kill the enemy.

At this time, the two armies were less than fifty steps apart.

"Sir, be careful of the Jurchens' horse archers!" The deputy general obviously saw that everyone in the Jurchen army had already mounted their bows and horses, aiming in their own direction.

That feeling was like a cluster of bright arrows pressing against his forehead, threatening to penetrate the Tianling Cap at any time.

It's heart-pounding.

"Command the flag!!!" Zu Dale shouted: "Let Zhao lead the army to cover!"

At this moment, the two armies were thirty steps apart.

"shoot!!!"

Daishan's long sword pointed at the sky, and more than a thousand arrows behind him clashed in an instant, heading towards the Ming army thirty steps away.

On the Ming army's side, the archer battalion responsible for covering Zu Dale had just completed their formation.

There was no running-in between Zhao Shujiao and Zu Dalue.

The two parties seemed to be fighting on their own. After all, in Liaodong, the Zu family had never been willing to cooperate with other battalion members.

The ancestral home is the ancestral home, and Liaodong is Liaodong.

At this time, the archers had just finished forming their formation. Seeing that both sides of the army were already charging into each other, Zhao Shujiao ordered to release arrows in a panic, almost roaring: "Cover General Zu! Everyone, shoot in the direction of the Jurchens!!" "

There is a saying that a slight error can make a difference a thousand miles.

On the ever-changing battlefield, a moment's deviation in breathing is enough to cause overturning consequences.

Just at this moment, the Ming army's archer battalion was half a beat behind the Jurchens. On the battlefield, more than half of the ancestral cavalry charging at the forefront had fallen dead.

After all, the Jurchens' first wave of riding and shooting did not face any threat.

When the Ming army's arrows struck, the two parties were already fighting together.

Who is dead?

Even Zhao Shujiao himself couldn't tell the difference.

In the center of the battlefield, Zu Dale, who was fighting with the Jurchens, felt his heart sink to the deepest level at this moment.

As soon as the two armies came into contact, Zu Dale knew that the Jurchens he was facing were truly elite.

This time, Daishan really came here to fight to the death.

The elite troops of Xianglan Banner faced off against the ancestral cavalry. As soon as the battle began, it was a one-sided killing.

It seems that the Jurchens are born experts in riding and archery, while compared with each other, the Ming troops on the opposite side are recovering from serious illnesses and are extremely slow. Not only because of the round of arrow feathers thirty steps away, the Ming army suffered heavy losses and their morale sank, but more importantly, everyone in the cavalry under Dai Shan's command seemed to be heading towards them with the intention of killing. The ancestral cavalry camp attacked and slashed with their swords.

Every blow made Zu Dalue extremely frightened.

Within a quarter of an hour, the cavalry troops led by Zu Dale began to collapse, and some people began to run backwards uncontrollably.

On the battlefield, the attrition and death in a very short period of time had a huge impact on the soldiers. At this time, the ancestral cavalry felt that they were facing an invincible enemy.

Fleeing and abandoning armor are the only options.

"Who dares to retreat! Where is the personal guard? Press on me!" Zu Dale didn't want to give up yet. He still wanted to command his troops and push back the Jurchens on the opposite side.

"Sir, please retreat first! If you don't retreat, you will be attacked by Jurchens, and there will be no chance!"

The deputy general's voice rang in Zu Dale's ears.

"Whoever dares to retreat will be killed by me!" Zu Dale held a long knife and raised his eyebrows as he faced his own entourage.

"You protect the adults, retreat first, I'll wait and cover behind!" As if he didn't hear Zu Dalue's threatening words, the deputy general followed him personally, protected Zu Dalue, and began to go north.

"I won't retreat!" Zu Dale shouted, as if he wanted to fight to the death with the Jurchens.

But when he sat down, the reins of his war horse were pulled by his followers, and he ran away in the direction of the large army.

As the general fled, dispersion followed.

The Zu family cavalry, which could barely maintain their formation, collapsed thousands of miles away after Zu Dale took the lead to go north.

No one was going to swing their swords at the Jurchens or turn their horses around anymore. At this time, it was safer to run as far away as possible.

At the same time, when the ancestral cavalry collapsed, Zhao led the archer battalion led by Jiaozheng to block the Jurchens on the flanks.

"General Zu has led the army to flee north!"

The deputy general didn't need to speak, Zhao Shujiao, who was covered in blood, could naturally see it.

"The ancestor's family belongs to his grandmother!" After spitting out the blood foam in his mouth, Zhao Shujiao raised his head and looked at the Jurchens not far away who were gathering their troops and heading towards the Archer Camp.

The archer battalion did not have the protection of the cavalry in front. At this moment, facing the Jurchens, there was no hope of victory.

The ancestral cavalry is vulnerable to this group of Jurchens, let alone the archer camp?

This was not a duel between cavalry and infantry phalanxes.

It was a one-sided massacre of the archer battalion by the cavalry.

In the distance, the Jurchens have gathered together, and Daishan obviously no longer wants to chase the escaping Zu Dale. The Jurchen Li prince turns his horse's head and looks at a group of lambs to be slaughtered with bloodthirsty - this is how archers are in the eyes of cavalry. Vulnerable.

"Sir?" The guards gathered around Zhao Shujiao, with more than a thousand archers, waiting for their master to give the final order.

run?
  A beast with four hooves that can outrun him?

It would be better to die fighting with a knife and end up in peace.

"He died in battle today." Zhao led the teachings and slowly drew out the long knife from his waist and glanced at all the brothers and sisters: "I just want to kill a few more slaves and pay more tribute to the land of Liaodong. Brothers, please follow me." I'm going to fight forward, don't look back!"

Zhao Shujiao shouted those two words again, shouting with almost all his strength: "Kill the slave!"

"Kill slaves!!!"

Thousands of archers abandoned their bows and arrows. All of them held long knives with fearless expressions on their faces. They roared out, causing eagles to fly high in the sky.

"court death!!!"

Daishan's expression suddenly turned cold, and he naturally understood what the Ming army not far away was shouting: "Kill them all, don't leave any whole corpses behind!"

As Daishan's military order was issued, the Jurchens, who had suffered almost no damage, once again galloped on their horses and killed the Ming army.

"kill!"

Zhao took the lead and led the soldiers behind him to face the powerful enemy.

Pfft! ! !
  Flesh and flesh cannot withstand the sharp edge of the knife, and human power cannot withstand the trampling of war horses after all. The cavalry has always been the domain of infantry. When the sword is swung downward, every knife strikes the fatal part of the Ming army's neck and shoulder armor.

Although Zhao Shujiao and other Ming army officers were eager to kill the enemy, the reality was a one-sided massacre.

It didn't take much time for the elite soldiers with the blue flag. After six repeated charges, no one on the Ming army could stand on the spot anymore.

Zhao Shujiao's body was lying on the battlefield, almost no different from other soldiers. The armor and saber had been lost, and the wounds on his body were no less than those of the others.

Daishan didn't have time to flog the enemy's corpses. He had more important things to do. Soon, the Jurchens gathered their troops and headed towards Shenyang City.

On this battlefield, there was nothing but corpses everywhere.

No, vultures and rodents soon followed.

The goshawk fled far away, and the vulture, which had not been seen for a long time, swooped down and landed on the battlefield where flesh and blood had just been scattered, feasting on it.

Zhao Shujiao was lying on the ground illuminated by the sun, his body gradually turning cold.

The second before he died, this general who grew up in Liaodong did not look south to his father or north to Shenyang City. Instead, he reached out with difficulty and grabbed a handful of soil from the Liaodong land, even though it was already sticky. There was thick blood and mud, but Zhao Shujiao still felt satisfied: what happened after he died in battle had nothing to do with him anymore.

(End of this chapter)