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

Chapter 234 Liaoyang City is full of fierce soldiers

When the two capitals and several provinces of the Ming Dynasty were experiencing undercurrents due to the invasion of gold, the war in Liaodong was already on the verge of breaking out.

Yesterday morning, as Wang Qi's order was issued, Qin Erbao, the commander-in-chief of Liaodong, personally led more than 40,000 troops to cross the Liaohe River and advance towards Liaoyang City.

On November 7th, amid the ice and snow, the Ming army, which had traveled thousands of miles, had arrived at the first stop they wanted to attack.

The most powerful city in Liaodong is Liaoyang City.

Two long streams of white air were emitted from the nose of the war horse, and its four hooves stepped on the snow, leaving messy traces. Looking from a distance, an army stretching for several miles was marching on the endless plains, and the heavy snow had not stopped yet. , the footsteps of the march had just passed not far away, and the traces of horseshoes and ruts, as well as the march of infantry, had been quickly covered up.

Before long, the earth will become vast and white again, as if no one has ever appeared.

Qin Erbao likes black brass breastplates, so they are extremely eye-catching in the white sky and earth. Many of his generals also follow suit, wearing black armor and red hoods.

At this moment, the commander-in-chief of Liaodong, who had taken over Zu Dashou's military post, squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of Liaoyang City: "Send the order, the army will camp at the foot of Qianshan Mountain, fifty miles south of Liaoyang City, and they will spend the night at the foot of the mountain tonight. !”

"As ordered!"

The guards received the military orders from the Commander-in-Chief, and without any hesitation or hesitation, they directly sent the order to the troops. Then the flag bearers, infantrymen, cavalrymen, and scouts all shuttled among the army, delivering the Commander-in-Chief's military orders in less than a day. In the time it takes to burn incense, the military order has been issued to everyone's ears.

The foothills of Qianshan Mountain are the remnant of Anping Mountain, and they suddenly emerge in the middle of the entire Liaodong Plain. Looking down from the sky, the tall and handsome peaks tower over the earth, and then quickly spread to the four sides, and then there is the vast plain of Liaodong Plain. The topography of the Liaodong Plain is considered to be high in the center. The surrounding areas are low, and Liaoyang City is located just north of the foothills of Qianshan Mountain.

During the battle, the cavalry clashed with each other, which was truly spectacular.

When Qin Erbao led the army to garrison more than fifty miles outside Liaoyang City.

Standing at the head of Liaoyang City, looking at the vast smoke between the distant mountains, Azige said bitterly: "Then Wang Qi is nothing more than that. When the army went out, he only besieged but not attacked, and the city was still nearly fifty miles away." , dare to set up camp, it is not worthy of the name!"

Since the day Wang Qi went to Liao, Dai Shan had begun to continuously increase his troops to Liaoyang City to prevent Wang Qi's sudden attack.

Since peace talks are not possible and peace is not the most important thing, there is no need to have any tolerance for Wang Qi.

"The Ming army wants Liaoyang City? Let's kill and injure tens of thousands of people first!"

This is Daishan's fatal order to Azig and Erden: to defend Liaoyang City, the Ming army must be dragged south of Liaodong. In the cold winter, even with Wang Qi leading the army, the Ming army will definitely suffer casualties. heavy!

Erden, who was following Azig, tightened his thick velvet armor and echoed: "The weather suddenly turned cold. Wang Qi must not have expected that tens of thousands of people would eat, drink, and have diarrhea. In any case, not Maybe it can be solved in the short term and slowly wear him to death!"

There is no need to go out of the city to fight with them, just relax and wait for work!
  This was the decision made by Daishan and the political kings.

After all, as long as there are variables in doing things, it is easy to make mistakes, and Wang Qi will catch the flaw, which is not as safe as defending the city.

Anyway, it is definitely not Daikin who is anxious.

"As far as I know, the one who led the troops was Qin Erbao, the new commander-in-chief of Liaodong Army of the Ming Dynasty. That Wang Qi has not yet appeared," Erden frowned and stood aside, a little confused.

"In any case, there is nothing wrong with the main force of the Ming army here. Send more scouts and scouts out, and always pay attention to the movements of the Ming army. If there is any abnormality, come and report to me immediately!" After observing for a long time, Azig was no longer there. Without showing any interest, he gave a few instructions, then turned and left.

"Farewell, Your Majesty!" Erden received the order and bowed to see Azig off.

Currently, there are more than 20,000 Houjin soldiers and horses stationed in the entire Liaoyang City. They are all elite soldiers from hundreds of battles. Most of them are veterans who survived the Battle of Saarhu. Facing the Ming army, they have natural psychological advantage.

At present, Hou Jin's strategy is that Shenyang City is the strategic core, Daishan personally leads the army to defend the center, surrounded by Fushun, Puhe, Pinglu Fort, and Fengji Fort, guarding Shenyang City within it, and the outer center, It takes Liaoyang City as the strategic fulcrum and radiates to the entire southern Liaoning region. As long as Liaoyang City is there, the Ming army cannot take a step north!
  Of course, if you are familiar with the map of Liaodong, there is a way to go north. That is for the Ming army to bypass Liaoyang City, go east and then around the foothills of Pingding Mountain, then go north, wade across the Taizi River upstream, and then go west to reach Shenyang. Under the city.

However, the difficulty is so great that it is better to directly attack Liaoyang City with a large army. Otherwise, in the severe cold winter and traveling through mountains and rivers, even if they bypass Liaoyang City and reach Shenyang City, they will not have much combat power.

Not only is the geographical environment harsh, but also the Jurchen troops are guarding and resisting at all levels, which makes people feel desperate.

Therefore, after heavy snow fell and Liaodong was frozen, Dai Shan had the determination and confidence to fight Wang Qi.

The night in Liaodong came earlier than usual, with a white halo. The sun, hidden by thick clouds, had disappeared before the end of the day. The land of Liaodong seemed to have suddenly fallen into darkness.

On the northwest side of the foothills of Qianshan Mountain, torches illuminated the entire foothills like bright daylight. It only took tens of thousands of Ming troops only two hours to set up a camp in this camp surrounded by mountains and rivers.

Within three miles of the camp, there were Ming army scouts in golden clothes patrolling for twelve hours, and there were also scouts on horseback who traveled back and forth from the direction of Liaoyang City continuously.

The security work of the entire Ming army camp can be said to be airtight.

Woohoo! ! ! !

At night, the cold wind howled, causing the flames of the torches to flicker on and off.

Leaning behind the pile of dry firewood, the flag officer Jiao Yao took a leisurely sip of shochu, then smacked his lips with satisfaction, and tied the brass flask back to his waist carefully and heavily.

The subordinate Ding Fu on the side rubbed his hands, swallowed, and said with a flattering smile: "Sir, can you give me a taste?"

"What are you trying?" Jiao Yao's eyes widened: "This wine is a secret recipe handed down from the Duke of Guo's house. Guo Gong's wine is much more powerful than other sakes on the market. I only have this one pot, so you guys are here to make some plans too. ?”

At that time, when Wang Qi was in Liaodong, he handed over the craftsmanship of later distilled liquor to the craftsmen of the distillery. More than a year later, this kind of spicy drink, which makes people's stomach, heart and lungs burn, has taken over the entire Liaodong. Even the Jurchens like this kind of wine and regard it as a must-have for banquets.

"Hehe," Ding Fu licked his lips and moved his eyes away from the wine bottle with reluctance. He looked at the flag officer and said, "Sir, tell me, the commander-in-chief asked us to station here. When will the war begin? ah?"

"Want to fight the Jurchens?" The twisted scars on Jiao Yao's face looked unusually ferocious under the firelight.

"It was too frustrating last time," Ding Fu nodded regretfully: "This time, with Duke Lang here, I have to kill a few Jurchens to avenge their shame!"

"You still have some ambition," Jiao Yao nodded with satisfaction, casually took off the wine bottle from his waist and threw it to his subordinates: "Warm yourself up."

"Hey!" Ding Fu's eyes lit up, he took the wine bottle with both hands carefully and heavily, wiped the body of the bottle, put it to his nose and smelled it, and then gently opened the mouth of the bottle, the fragrance of strong liquor mixed with it. The smell of burnt wood bursts out from the air, making people feel like a fire is burning in their chests.

Without much hesitation, he held the bottle tightly with both hands, then tilted his head back to pour the bottle from the mouth. The clear wine flowed out like water from the cliff, directly into the man's mouth.

Gududu.
  As the Adam's apple rolled, the wine also entered the chest and abdomen.

"Hey!!! You kid, leave some for me," Jiao Yao's eyes shrank, his heart seemed to be bleeding, and he stepped forward to grab the wine bottle.

woo woo woo woo! ! ! !
  Suddenly, at this moment, the thumping of military drums and the wailing of bugles resounded across the foothills of Qianshan Mountain.

That was the signal for the army to assemble. "The army is gathering?" Jiao Yao turned his head and looked at Hao Sheng's hands, his brows full of doubts.

"Gather at this time." Ding Fu put the wine bottle down and felt a sharp pain in his throat, as if his stomach was on fire.

"There's going to be a war," Jiao Yao's mouth moved slightly, and the scar on his face was like an earthworm, twisting and turning, and then he stepped away: "Let's go, let's gather!"

After swallowing, Ding Fu looked down at the wine bottle in his hand, then quietly stuffed it into his waist, thinking about returning it to the adults later.

"Order from the Commander-in-Chief! All battalions must assemble!!!"

"Cavalry, infantry, spearmen, shield soldiers, firearms battalions!"

With the sound of drums and the messengers galloping between the camps, in a short while, more than 40,000 Ming troops had gathered at the foot of Qianshan Mountain.

In the night, the torches illuminated the entire Ming army camp like day. In the school grounds, all the generals stood under the stage, solemnly waiting for the arrival of the chief military officer.

As for the soldiers at all levels further away, no one dared to make any unnecessary moves at this moment.
  Da da da! ! !
  Not long after, as everyone was waiting, Qin Erbao, dressed in fine black armor, led a group of his bodyguards onto the high platform of the school ground.

"You must have been very tired after marching hundreds of miles today. The army has just gathered again, so you can't rest. I'm really sorry." After Qin Erbao came to power, he did not issue an order, but said sorry.

In the audience, no one dared to answer.

If Wang Qi were here, everyone would probably answer in unison: I will die in service to you, and I dare not say I am tired!
  But now it is the notorious Qin Erbao, the general officer of Liaodong who was promoted from a personal guard under Wang Qi. He is known for his decisive killing and cold-blooded ruthlessness. He has always been unsmiling. Apart from Wang Qi, I am afraid no one can Able to command others.

"Friend Zuo, how are the generals under my command?" Qin Erbao turned his eyes and looked at the guerrilla generals under his command.

"Reporting to the Commander-in-Chief, from the moment we cross the Liaohe River, the general's more than 3,000 Han soldiers are ready to fight to the death with Jiannu at any time! We will be prepared to act according to orders and kill the slaves without any hesitation!!"

Zuo Dayou was originally from a hundred households in Ningyuan City. Wang Qi promoted him and has been fighting under Qin Erbao.

"What about you?" Qin Erbao glanced at the others.

"The final general is waiting for the moment, ready to fight to the death with Jiannu at any time!"

"Stay ready!"

"Fight to the death!"

"Slave killing!"

He raised his right hand, and within a few breaths, the voices in the audience quickly became muffled, and then quickly became quiet again.

"No more unnecessary words," Qin Erbao's instructions were as concise as ever: "The battalions will follow the pre-war arrangements. Within a quarter of an hour, everyone will set off towards Liaoyang City, which is more than fifty miles away!"

The flags were fluttering, the horses neighed, and the Ming army's camp moved quickly and murderously.

At the same time, the Jiannu scouts who had been monitoring the Ming army on the periphery naturally discovered the enemy's movements.

"Report to the prince quickly!!"

"The Ming army is suspected of dispatching its entire army to attack Liaoyang City at night!"

"The enemy is attacking! The Ming army is attacking!"

Soon, the scout's information reached the hands of Gushan Erden of Zhenglan Banner.

"Enemy attack?" Without enough time to put on the cotton-lined clothes, Erden pulled his face cloak from the side and led his men to Prince Ying's Mansion.

Azig had not thought about the possibility that the Ming army was leaking water, but he had just entered the Qianshan Mountains and had not yet set up camp for the night, and he was going to send troops to fight?

After Azig received Erden's report, he almost felt that Qin Erbao had taken the wrong medicine.

"Our troops are exhausted and our horses are exhausted. I wish you could fight with me at this time!"

Azig felt that Qin Erbao was sending himself to death!

"Sir, why don't you investigate first? After all, the Ming army is treacherous, and Wang Qi is behind you, so we have to be on guard!" Erden still wanted to find out more about the reality of the Ming army.

"After all, from beginning to end, our scouts and detectives have not received any news from Wang Qi."

Ever since the Ming army crossed the Liao River, Erden had been receiving news from Qin Erbao, the commander-in-chief of Liaodong, but Wang Qi seemed to have disappeared.

This thought, like a nightmare, shrouded Erden's mind, making him restless.

"The main force of the Ming army is right in front of us. Does it matter where Wang Qi is?" Azige sneered: "Unless he alone can defeat thousands of troops."

One person is worth a thousand troops?

Erden shook his head.

He believes in Buddhism, but he does not believe that there are real gods in the world.

"Assemble the army and gather at various city defense points to prepare for battle!"

Azige stood up suddenly: "I didn't have the chance before, but now I just have the opportunity to learn from him. So what are the methods of Duke Lang of the Ming Dynasty!"

The city of Liaoyang is strong and the pond is deep.

Azige is confident that no one can take Liaoyang City away from him in a short time!

At least on this winter day, Liaoyang City must be in the hands of Dajin!
  Boom boom boom! ! !
  It was Ye Chou, and all the slave-building soldiers in Liaoyang City were summoned. Whether they were old, young, sick, weak, or capable soldiers, they were all ordered to immediately pick up their weapons, put on their armor, and climb to the top of the city to prepare for a battle with the Ming army!
  Wow! ! !

The horse stopped and looked at the Liaoyang City standing in the darkness in the distance. There was a strange emotion of greed and hope in Qin Erbao's eyes.

It was the nostalgia for the homeland, the hatred for the enemy, and the fanatical expectation and joy of the war.

(End of this chapter)