The Ming Dynasty began from Sarhu

Chapter 107: Soul-Calming Bottle, Never Divided

This Later Jin soldier did not flee, but chose to stay and fight with Bayara.

Liu Zhaosun glanced at him, pointed his Miao Dao forward at an angle, and spurred his horse to rush towards the oncoming Later Jin soldiers.

The two sides crossed each other, and Liu Zhaosun changed the momentum of his sword, chopping towards the opponent's neck with a forceful force.

The Later Jin soldiers raised their maces to block, and the weapons collided, sparks flying.

The Later Jin soldier suddenly took out a flying axe from his waist and threw it out.

Liu Zhaosun fell off his horse. The Later Jin soldier thought he had hit him, so he roared and rushed forward to finish him off.

He had just taken two steps when he heard a loud bang in front of him. His mace was hit by a lead bullet, and his grip loosened, and the weapon fell off.

When he looked up again, a broken Miao knife had already pierced his lower abdomen.

This ill-fated Miao Dao now had another wound and could no longer cut people.

Just as he was about to throw it away, he suddenly remembered that Jin Yuji had said she liked this knife. He sheathed the knife, mounted his horse, and looked around.

Bonfires dotted the north and south banks like stars.

The Later Jin soldiers treated them as if they were facing a formidable enemy and lit dozens of bonfires on the south bank. Bayala ran back and forth on the shore holding a torch, directing the bannermen Aha to reinforce the fortifications.

The Chahar riders roared and passed in front of the White Spear Soldiers' battle formation, chasing the fleeing Later Jin armored soldiers all the way west.

The defeated soldiers of the two yellow flags were chased to the front of the pontoon bridge. The armored soldiers and bannermen were crowded on the narrow pontoon bridge, scrambling to escape to the south bank.

The Chahar riders leisurely shot arrows from behind.

Some excited Mongolian cavalry rushed to the bridge and shot arrows at Bayara on the opposite side.

Liu Zhaosun looked at the crazy figure in front of him and felt vaguely uneasy.

Li Yuchen, with an excited look on his face, rode forward and shouted:
"The Mongols are truly brave! They chased the Tartars all the way to the south bank. Many of the Later Jin soldiers on the bridge fell into the river. I wonder how many Tartar dogs must have drowned. Hahaha! What a relief!"

Liu Zhaosun frowned and asked:

"Why are their morale so high all of a sudden?"

Li Yuchen had spent some time with Lin Danhan's men and had a good understanding of the Mongols. He explained:

"Sir, they went there to rob silver. The silver and cloth of the Two Yellow Banners and the Plain Blue Banner are all on the south bank. They just captured a Niulu Ezhen of the Bordered Yellow Banner and found out through interrogation."

“People die for money.”

Liu Zhaosun sighed slightly.

"Let's not go over there yet. We just defeated the armored soldiers of the two yellow flags who were capable of night fighting. The main force of the Later Jin is still there."

Li Yuchen muttered:

"Sir, the cavalry battalion is so brave, why should we fear the Later Jin? We can destroy the other four flags in one fell swoop."

Liu Zhaosun glanced at him, shook his head and smiled:

"Pride comes before a fall. The cavalry battalion consists of 700 to 800 men, plus the white-pole soldiers, less than 3,000. After a small victory, you're going to annihilate 50,000 to 60,000 Jiannu?"

"Your courage is commendable, but the timing is not right yet. Wait until the soldiers arrive. Go to the other side and force the Mongols to retreat!"

Li Yuchen looked reluctant.

"Go! This is a military order!"

Liu Zhaosun didn't explain much. He blew his bamboo whistle, summoning the cavalry battalion to assemble and prepare to encircle and annihilate the Bayala who were still resisting.

The Bayara of the two yellow flags, totaling more than 500 people, were the core of this night battle.

After suffering the first round of attacks from the Divine Fire Crows, they organized archers to counterattack, and then suffered the second and third rounds of attacks.

These firearms of the Ming army were not very powerful, and not many people were actually killed, but they had a great impact on the morale of the Later Jin soldiers.

When the Ming cavalry began to attack, they were not used to this reckless fighting style.

Under the Ming army's reckless attack, a gap was finally torn in the weak flanks of the two yellow flags.

Then, the chieftain soldiers that made all the flags tremble with fear emerged from the night.

The white-pole soldiers became the last straw that broke the camel's back for the two yellow flags.

Liu Zhaosun knew very well that if he did not eliminate these last few hundred people, he would be surrounded when Nurhaci mobilized heavy troops.

Liu Zhaosun planned to first eliminate the Bayara on the north bank, and then go to the east gate to rescue the Zhejiang soldiers.

Finally, he joined forces with the Zhejiang troops and fought a decisive battle with the Later Jin.

Even if they could not defeat the Later Jin, they had to severely damage Nurhaci's vitality and make him unable to recover.

Liu Zhaosun rode his horse to the flank of the White Spear Army formation, where Qin Bangping was leading the White Spear Army in a bloody battle with Bayara.

The white-pole soldiers formed a tight array and used their white-pole spears to push the white-armored soldiers towards the Hun River.

Faced with the fierce and warlike White Spear Soldiers who were bent on revenge, and faced with the impenetrable White Spear battle formation, the long axe and heavy sword in Bayala's hands were of little use.

After a wave of flying axes and iron bones killed the first row of white-pole soldiers, they lost their ability to attack.

Some people shot with heavy arrows, but were immediately pierced into a honeycomb by the long spears that were forced up.

In front of the blood-thirsty White Spear Soldiers, some desperate Bayalas jumped directly into the Hun River.

In the end, only a small number of troops broke through the encirclement and fled to the south bank of the Hun River.

Liu Zhaosun was still hesitating whether to send all his cavalry forward to help the White Spear Soldiers wipe out the remaining enemies as quickly as possible.

Suddenly, screams came from the south bank, like a collapsed dam.

Liu Zhaosun rode his horse and looked towards the south bank, only to see thousands of Ligdan Khan's riders trapped in an endless sea of fire.

In a sea of torches.

The Zhenglan Banner blocked the retreat route of the pontoon bridge and blocked the advancing Mongols on the south bank.

They lost their organization when crossing the bridge, their troops were in chaos, and when they were suddenly attacked, they were defeated.

"Incompetent bungler!"

Lin Danhan promised to personally lead an army of 400,000 to reinforce Hunhe and arrive tomorrow.

Even if I don’t have 400,000, I should at least have 40,000.

Liu Zhaosun knew very well that in the end, this cavalry might be the new force that determines the outcome of the battle.

"Li Yuchen, send cavalry across the bridge to support the Mongols. Charge the Blue Banner soldiers and force them to retreat!"

"Sir, how many cavalrymen should we send across the river?"

"all!"

~~~~~~
On the south bank of the Hun River, the main camp of the Later Jin army.

Goshiha, who came from the east of the city, stood in front of the tent and asked Tong Yangxing, who had a gloomy face.

"Tong Efu, is the Great Khan discussing matters with the Great Shaman again?"

Tong Yangxing ignored Ge Shiha. The fifteen-year-old leader of the Bordered White Banner, Du Du, who was standing next to him, said coldly:
"She's not the Great Shaman of Hetuala, but a witch from Ningguta. She carries a strange and evil bottle that she claims can calm souls. I think she's a charlatan. There are so many charlatans around the Khan."

When Tong Yangxing heard this, he glared at Du Du fiercely behind his back.

Goshiha had no intention of harboring any grudge between the two, and said anxiously:

"My master has an urgent matter to report to the Khan!"

Tong Yangxing looked annoyed and stared at Zhenghongqi Geshiha and said:
"Nothing is more important than the Great Khan's calming of souls! The Great Khan doesn't even care about Liu Zhaosun, yet he still cares about your affairs. You three flags have been attacking the Zhejiang chariot camp for a long time, but you haven't taken it yet. Wait for the Great Khan to punish you!"

After he said that, he looked at Du Du, the leader of the Bordered White Banner who had just retreated from the east gate with a charming smile.

Du Du glared at Tong Yangxing, then turned around and led Bayala away.

The Chinese military tent.

Nurhaci sat cross-legged in the southeast, carefully looking at the sun, moon, stars, dragon and snake soul-calming bottle in the master's hand, and asked calmly:
"Can this thing really hold the soul in the bottle, preventing it from escaping and causing trouble?"

A mysterious witch who came from the bitter cold land of the far north is calming the soul of the Khan of the Later Jin Dynasty. Tonight she wants to get rid of an evil spirit with glowing hair.

The witch is wearing divine clothes and a divine hat, holding a drum in her left hand and a hammer in her right hand, and sitting cross-legged in the northwest corner at the "Ta Le Lan" (divine position).

She is over 70 years old, hunched over, yet vigorous and energetic. Her divine robe, made of Gypsophila feathers, reveals boundless divine power. Her eyes, murky like muddy river water, can see through the yin and yang of the world.

"Great Khan, if we want to subdue this young ghost and stop him from causing trouble, we need one more thing."

"what?"

Nurhaci looked at his master.

"The heart and liver of the Han Chinese Nikan must be dug out alive."

Nurhaci was not averse to the belief of stopping killing by killing and nodded.

He turned to his personal assistant, Goshha:
"Go kill a Baoyi."

The tone is like asking the chef to kill a chicken.

Soon, the steaming hot wrapped liver was brought to the witch.

The old woman held her heart in her hands and sang while beating a basin.

"woo woo woo woo!"

"Hahahaha!"

She placed the soul-calming bottle left over from the ancient times on the white cloth.

Human blood drew the shape of the evil god on the white cloth, and the witch suddenly chanted a spell loudly.

In Nurhaci's eyes, the evil god on the cloth gradually took shape and turned into golden light, attached to the soul-calming bottle of the sun, moon and stars, which was decorated with dragon and snake evil gods and inlaid with talismans.

This witch's magical powers are far greater than those of a shaman. It was a good decision to invite her to exorcise the demon today.

The witch suddenly felt exhausted and it took her a long time to recover.

Nurhaci looked at her:
"What if I want to subdue more evil spirits?"

The old lady looked at the Khan of the Later Jin Dynasty in silence, her cloudy eyes showing fear.

"I want to subdue the evil spirits of the Ming army!"

"White Spear Soldiers, Zhejiang Soldiers, Liaozhen, and... and Liu Zhaosun and his Kaiyuan Soldiers."

"How many undead does the Khan need to suppress?"

"Eighty thousand."

"All the Nikan troops who dared to oppose me! I will make them suffer eternal damnation!"

The old lady fell into deep thought, her back hunched as she gazed towards the dark night of Hunhe River.

In the turbid eyes, countless souls broke free from the suffering earth and slowly rose into the sky.

She suddenly opened her eyes, the wrinkles between her brows relaxed, and she took a long breath. The Khan was looking at her with a sharp gaze.

"Great Khan, if we want to subdue these evil spirits, we need a larger magical weapon."

"A bigger magical weapon?"

The old witch, covered in bird feathers, stretched out her withered hands, faced north, and prostrated herself on the ground in worship.

"Hunhe River."

"Hunhe River."

Nurhaci smiled slightly and repeated that he felt he had received an oracle.

"That's exactly what I want. Once I defeat Liu Zhaosun, I'll kill them all!"

"And all the Han people in Shenyang who are against the Great Jin!"

"The Great Khan is wise!"

~~~~~

Two Goshas came hurriedly and reported the battle situation at the east gate to the Khan.

"Great Khan, the young prince led Bayala to capture the east gate half an hour ago, killing 223 Liaozhen soldiers and taking no prisoners. Commander Mao Wenlong fled north with the remnants of his troops, and the leader of the Bordered White Banner has sent men in pursuit! Mao Wenlong must be beheaded!"

"The Bordered Red Banner and the Plain Red Banner engaged the Zhejiang troops in a fierce battle. Their firearms were so powerful that they couldn't break through for two days. The Grand Prince sent cavalry to harass them repeatedly, exhausting their artillery ammunition. When I arrived, the white-armored soldiers of the two Red Banners were charging into the chariot camp. The Grand Prince said they would capture the city before sunrise. My master also requested that I implore the Khan to take no prisoners after breaking through the enemy lines and to execute all of these Zhejiang troops!"

Nurhaci nodded slightly. "With the East Gate captured, the Zhejiang troops outside the city would be isolated. Their only strength was firearms. Now they were out of gunpowder, and after two days of fighting, they were already exhausted. Daishan would soon capture them."

It's just a pity that Mao Wenlong, who escaped, although he had some military talent, could not be used by the Jin Dynasty.

This man was clearly a general of Liaozhen, but he wanted to team up with Xiong Tingbi and took the lead in dealing with Ding Bi and Li Ruzhen.

Mao Wenlong was deceived by the Ming court and was willing to be a running dog of Emperor Wanli. He was truly a hopeless case.

Thinking of this, he felt that the Han Chinese Nikan was really hateful.

The state governance strategies established in the past also need to be readjusted.

In the future, those Han people who are useless to the Great Jin can be kept or not.

Nurhaci looked toward the north bank, a faint smile playing on his lips. Compared to half an hour ago, the torches on the north bank were even less numerous. The Ming army's offensive was growing weaker.

The stubborn cavalry continued to attack the pontoon bridge. A mere thousand people dared to fight against the elite troops of the Zhenglan Banner and the Two Yellow Banners.

"It would be better if more of them died. Liu Zhaosun would be best killed as well. I will use your hearts and livers to sacrifice to the Hunhe magic weapon..."

The Khan of the Later Jin Dynasty talked to himself, imagining the scene of the complete destruction of the Ming army after dawn. He didn't know what Liu Zhaosun was feeling, and he wanted to see it with his own eyes.

Nurhaci's expression remained unchanged. He turned and looked at Tong Yangxing who was kneeling on the ground. This servant had been waiting for a long time.

Tong Yangxing bit his index finger, trying hard to stop himself from sobbing.

He learned this from a Bayala from the Zhenghuang Banner who had escaped back.

His elder brother Tong Yangzhen died in battle on the north bank. Before his death, he asked Liu Zhaosun to chop off his head and abandon his body in the wilderness. The war horses trampled his brother's body into meat paste, without even a piece of intact meat.

What did the Fushun Tong family do wrong to make Liu Zhaosun treat them so cruelly?

"Sweat profusely."

Tong Yangxing slowly raised his head, his face looking extremely calm.

"Yesterday, I suggested that the Red Banner and the Bordered White Banner mobilize their forces to attack and destroy Liu Zhaosun in one fell swoop. Why has the Khan been so reluctant to agree?"

Nurhaci's eyes changed. This servant never dared to speak to him like this. Thinking that Tong Yangzhen had just been killed, the Khan suppressed his anger.

"I have my own decision on this matter, you don't need to say more."

Tong Yangxing ignored Nurhaci's displeasure and continued loudly:
"Great Khan, Liu Zhaosun is cunning and ruthless, we must be on guard!"

"Right now, the Khorchins have lost their will to fight, the Yehe cavalry is wavering, and the two red and white banners are being held back by the Zhejiang troops! The white and blue banners are all in the north and can't return for a while. We have a hundred thousand troops on paper, but in reality, only forty thousand are capable of fighting!"

"Liu Zhaosun must be destroyed as soon as possible, no matter if he has 30,000 or 3,000 soldiers! This bastard is a disaster! He was the one who killed Li Yongfang! He was the one who killed Lieutenant General Ding! He was the one who killed my brother! The Eighth Prince and the Fourth Prince were also..."

Tong Yangxing was so shocked by his brother's tragic death that he spoke without any care. It was not until he said the last few words that he realized he had gone too far and stopped immediately.

Since the death of Manggurtai, the Khan's temperament has changed drastically and he has become more and more moody. These days, several high-ranking bondservants have angered the Khan for no apparent reason.

The servants all hoped that this witch could destroy the evil spirit Huifa and let the Khan return to the wise Khan who was calm and cautious in the face of adversities and acted after careful planning.

Tong Yangxing knelt on the ground, crawling on the ground, not daring to look up.

Nurhaci slowly helped the Han minister up and stared at Tong Yangxing's face with a calm expression:

"Tong Efu, I heard that you lost your father at a young age and that your elder brother raised you. You consider him your father. You two have a deep brotherly bond. Don't worry, Tong Yangzhen died fighting for the Great Jin. His loyalty and bravery are commendable. He was a good servant. I will provide him with a good pension and will never let these loyal ministers down!"

Tong Yangxing's eyes were red, and he kowtowed and knelt in thanks:

"Thank you, Master, for your great grace! I, the servant, thank you on behalf of the deceased Tong Yangzhen! From now on, even if it means risking my life, I will kill all the southern barbarians and relieve you of your worries! I will also make great contributions to the Great Jin!"

Nurhaci smiled and helped Tong Yangxing up, saying in a calm tone:

"There's no need to kill all the Han people. People like Lieutenant General Ding should be given important positions."

"Tong Efu, I know you are sad. My two sons, the Eighth Prince and the Fourth Prince, were also killed by Liu Zhaosun. I will not let this scoundrel Liu Zhaosun die so easily!

"Talks about ghosts and gods are all nonsense, don't I know that?"

Tong Yangxing looked up at the Khan with a respectful expression and listened to what the Khan said.

"My destiny is determined by heaven, so why should I listen to the nonsense of sorcerers and witches? However, what this witch said today makes some sense. She said that she wanted to make a powerful weapon for the Ming army, and this magic weapon is the Hun River."

Tong Yangxing had never heard of the Hunhe magic weapon and was about to ask what it was.

But Nurhaci slammed the table and stood up:

"Five thousand armored soldiers of the Bordered Blue Banner are forty miles from Shenyang and are speeding towards us. Three thousand soldiers of the Plain White Banner are also approaching. Liu Zhaosun has killed so many loyal ministers and patriots of the Great Jin. He deserves to be executed!"

"The Hun River is his soul-calming bottle. He and his rabble will never be able to escape reincarnation!"

Nurhaci reached into the sleeve of his robe with five-colored dragon patterns and took out the sun, moon, and stars soul-calming bottle that was crawling with dragons, snakes, and strange beasts.

Tong Yangxing took a look at the bottle and took a step back timidly. Even from a distance, he could feel the evil nature of the bottle.

He lowered his head and did not dare to look at the Khan of the Later Jin Dynasty.

Tong Yangxing didn’t know if it was because the soul-calming bottle was working, but he felt that the Khan’s voice became more powerful and resolute.

"I'm not allowing the Zhenghong Banner and the Xiangbai Banner to mobilize troops, so that they can attack the Zhejiang troops with all their strength and destroy them as soon as possible, leaving Liu Zhaosun no chance of a comeback!"

"I still have 10,000 troops from the Zhenglan Banner, and 10,000 armored soldiers from the two Huang Banners. Liu Zhaosun, being too clever, has taken a long detour, running from Kaiyuan to Tieling and now attacking Shenyang, thinking he's been able to deceive the world and decide who's better with me."

"Then I will grant his wish and avenge Huang Taiji and Manggurtai! Avenge your brother!"

Nurhaci looked up at the north bank. The torches of the Ming cavalry had disappeared. Liu Zhaosun's cavalry stopped attacking and accepted their fate of failure.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Amidst a burst of laughter, the buzzing sound that had troubled the Khan for years finally disappeared, and the soul of the broken-faced boy turned into a wisp of green smoke and was slowly collected into the soul-calming bottle.

"Liu Zhaosun, the same goes for you. I will also torture you to death. Your body and soul will be destroyed, and you will never be able to be reborn!"

Tong Yangxing stared blankly at the Khan. The Khan opened and closed the soul-calming bottle by himself, talking to himself around him, but no one knew what he was saying.

~~~~~~
Liu Zhaosun looked back to the north, but the north was very far away from him.

He felt a sharp pain in his left arm. If it weren't for the chain mail, his hand would have been chopped off by the long axe.

They fought with the Later Jin soldiers on the pontoon bridge for half an hour just to protect those teammates who valued money more than their lives.

Niulu Ezhen, who led a thousand Zhenyi armored soldiers across the pontoon bridge and hit Liu Zhaosun's left arm with a long axe, was now lying on the river bank, shaking slightly.

Liu Zhaosun drew out his dagger and stabbed him in the neck.

After killing Niulu Ezhen, he was extremely tired and sat down to rest.

More than 1,500 remnants of the army slumped against the riverbank, their bodies piled high on the ground. Li Yuchen collapsed beside Liu Zhaosun, staring at the dark night sky and muttering,

"Sir, have the Tartars crossed the river?"

"No."

Liu Zhaosun couldn't remember how many times he had asked, but the Tartars really wouldn't come.

Just now, after a fierce battle with Bayala, Li Yuchen's leg was cut and he bled a lot.

This cavalry battalion officer, who came from a poor family in Liaozhen, had long been unable to ride a horse or even walk, and now, even his breathing had become rapid.

Liu Zhaosun was used to seeing life and death, and at this moment, he felt a rare sense of relief.

For others and for yourself.

The dead will ascend to heaven, leaving this land that has been ravaged by disasters beyond redemption.

What about the living?
He didn't know how many bloody battles he had experienced since traveling through time.

I don’t know how many times we have been separated by life and death.

Li Yuchen's breathing became weak and his cracked lips moved slightly.

Liu Zhaosun struggled to take off the coconut ladle on the left side with his right hand, shook it, and there was still water.

Slowly stretching it to Li Yuchen's mouth, the 19-year-old Liao Zhenye Bushu took a small sip, and the water overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

Li Yuchen looked blankly at the Later Jin camp on the south bank.

"The Tartars won't come. The cavalry battalion scared them. Thousands of armored soldiers were killed. The bodies are piled up like a mountain by the river. You are all heroes..."

The bodies of the Zhenglan Banner soldiers piled up like a small hill beside the bridge. From the other side came the occasional sound of bowstrings. Several wounded war horses wailed mournfully by the river.

Liu Zhaosun was still talking to Li Yuchen when he noticed that his head had tilted to one side.

Liu Zhaosun was stunned for a moment, and when he put his hand in front of his nostrils, he was already dead.

Reach out and close the dead person's eyes.

All the cavalrymen who were still able to move came over here, fell on Li Yuchen, and shouted the battalion commander's name loudly.

At dawn, the Liaodong Plain is full of life, the wilderness is filled with the chirping of autumn insects, and a few stars hang in the sky.

Still no reinforcements arrived.

Whether it is Ligdan Khan or the war camp.

Perhaps, the soldiers were surrounded by the Later Jin soldiers who came back to support them and could never reach the Hunhe River.

His eyes were slightly red.

The darkness before dawn is darkest.

He wanted to light up the darkness, but finally found that he was just a dot across the night sky, just like the fireworks last night.

But where is Jin Yu Ji?
The water of Hunhe River flows quietly and silently.

Under his feet were broken armor and shattered weapons.

The bodies of the White-Pole Soldiers and Bayala were piled at both ends of the pontoon bridge.

The battlefield was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Liu Zhaosun had long been accustomed to the atmosphere of the battlefield. This was the smell he smelled when he first came here.

He sat there for an unknown amount of time until he felt hungry. He then remembered that he hadn't eaten anything since noon yesterday, and he shouted:
"Jin Yuji, give..."

Jin Yu Ji is gone.

The foreign girl who took care of his daily life, accompanied him in his battles, and even shielded him from arrows.

Suddenly gone.

Before she died that day, she was still thinking about protecting him.

Now, he couldn't find even a bone of her.

Just like that mysterious night half a year ago.

She came from Hunjiang River, Hongfu ran at night.

She walked towards the Hun River and her body was nowhere to be found.

He suddenly realized how ridiculous and selfish he was.

I have never cherished this extraordinary woman.

The people around me are leaving one by one.

But he wants to live.

Perhaps being alive is the real obsession.

This obsession will soon dissipate.

There were screams coming from the other side of the river. Lin Danhan's 3,000 cavalrymen were besieged by the armored soldiers of the Zhenglan Banner, and the encirclement was shrinking little by little.

The Mongols will soon be destroyed, and next will be Liu Zhaosun and his men.

He had no sympathy for these money-hungry fence-sitters.

If the Mongols had not advanced recklessly just now, the cavalry battalion and the White Spear Soldiers would not have suffered such heavy casualties.

At least, they could still hold the north bank and escape unscathed.

He didn't expect that this time, Nurhaci was waiting for him in Shenyang.

His deception was ultimately not enough to fool Wild Boar Skin.

Could this be the unspeakable fate? Is this what some people call destiny?

Could this be the end of the story?

Do not!
If this is fate.

Then, what is the meaning of the death of adoptive father, Jin Yuji, Xiong Tingbi... everyone?
If the way of heaven is the soul-calming bottle that calms the souls of millions of heroes!
If the Way of Heaven is that the Jiannu used literary inquisitions for three hundred years and used political tactics to keep the Chinese people ignorant, they would never be able to be reborn!
Then he will break the laws of nature!

This is the ultimate meaning of his existence.

Perhaps, I will eventually be like the weeds in Hunhe River, reduced to ashes in the raging fire.

However, even if there are tens of millions of people, I will still go!
He is not afraid of death and does it even though he knows it is impossible!
This is the fate of a hero!

Liu Zhaosun was thinking hard in the dark night.

Time seems to have spanned thousands of years, and the Hunhe River has experienced tremendous changes.

Perhaps, he has fallen into another time and space.

One thousand years at a glance.

The east is already bright, and the sky is finally getting light.

He stood up slowly.

On the north bank, there are only about 1,500 people left.

Enduring the pain, he climbed onto the horse, and in his hand there was a goose-feather knife, which was the memory left by Li Yuchen.

"Those who can fight, follow me across the river to rescue the Zhejiang soldiers!"

Liu Zhaosun was disheveled and covered in blood.

His voice was hoarse and he shouted with all his might, like a wild grass on the Liaodong Plain.

He carried a goose-feather knife and rode his horse onto the floating bridge.

On the south bank of the Hunhe River, the Bayaras of the Zhenglan Banner and the Lianghuang Banner were sharpening their swords, the Later Jin archers pulled their heavy bows to full length, and thousands of eyes were staring at Liu Zhaosun.

Rescue Zhao Yun at Changbanpo! Drive back Cao Cao's million-strong army!
Qin Jianxun wiped the blood off his face, roared, and followed the second one up.

More than 800 white-pole soldiers raised their rattan shields and followed Qin Jianxun.

The last 500 riders of the Kaiyuan Cavalry Battalion galloped their horses and followed behind General Liu.

Liu Zhaosun stepped onto the floating bridge.

Whoosh!
A heavy arrow flew past his cheek.

Another bloody cut appeared on his scarred face.

Liu Zhaosun took off the bow and held it with his injured left hand.

He took an arrow from the quiver with his right hand, placed it on the string, and pulled it, but it didn't come loose.

A group of Bayalas were laughing on the other side of the river. The archer was about to draw his bow, but was stopped by the Bayalas.

Today, they are going to punish General Nikan, who killed countless warriors of the Eight Banners, and make him live a life worse than death.

Two heavy arrows landed in front of the war horse's hooves. The horse was frightened and raised its front hooves. Liu Zhaosun fell off the horse, his face covered with dust and blood.

Two personal soldiers stepped forward to help him, but Liu Zhaosun waved his hands, leaned on his goose-feather knife, and climbed up with difficulty, looking up at the other side with contempt.

There was laughter on the south bank. A Han official pushed aside the Later Jin soldiers in front of him and walked onto the pontoon bridge. He had an angry look on his face and drew his bow and arrow, aiming at this side.

suddenly.

The sound of hooves could be heard faintly in the distant valley.

Everyone looked towards the north. Liu Zhaosun turned his horse around and also looked towards the north.

The cavalrymen behind him shouted, and the combat battalion finally arrived to reinforce.

Liu Zhaosun rode his horse and looked around.

When he saw who it was, his eyes, which had just lit up with hope, dimmed again.

"Liu Zhaosun! You bastard! You killed so many people in the Great Jin! Your doomsday has come! Your little conspiracy and tricks can't be hidden from the Khan! Look behind you! The masters of the Bordered Blue Banner have returned to Shenyang! They are here to kill you! I don't need to shoot you, the masters will kill you too! And your subordinates are a bunch of nikkans! Hahahaha! Liu Zhaosun! You killed my brother, I will tie you to the back of a horse, drag you from Shenyang to Hetuala, and drag you into pieces!..."

Liu Zhaosun looked at Tong Yangxing, who was cursing non-stop on the south bank, with contempt, and made a beheading gesture with his palm.

Then he turned his horse and galloped north.

Two miles away, two scout horses with small triangular flags and blue flags on their backs came rolling in, with a cloud of dust behind them and countless elite cavalry following faintly.

Liu Zhaosun glared at the enemy formation and laughed coldly:
"Jirgalang, the haunting ghost is finally here!"

He laughed twice, then suddenly shouted:
"Since everything started from Hunhe River, let it end there!"

The Hunjiang River flows into the Liaohe Plain and is called the Hunhe River.

Liu Zhaosun's story began in Hunhe River, and perhaps it will also end in Hunhe River.

"kill!"

He drew his goose-feather knife, patted his horse's belly, and galloped north.

Five hundred elite cavalry shouted loudly, spurred their horses to gallop, raised their broken and fractured weapons, and charged towards the Blue Banner.

Qin Jianxun watched the cavalry battalion disappear into the distance, and knew that General Liu was seeking death because he did not want to fall into the hands of the Jiannu.

The White Spear Soldiers were all killed or wounded. The Qin family was a loyal and brave family. His father and uncle both died in the battle in Liaodong. He himself had no face to live in this world.

With a look of grief and indignation on his face, he angrily said to the remaining eight hundred or so White-Pole Soldiers:

"Men of Shizhu, follow General Liu and kill the Tartars! Avenge our fallen men!"

As the sun rises, the rolling hills regain their color, and above the wilderness, the hideous face of war finally reveals itself.

There were densely packed corpses lying on the ground, with different appearances of death.

A crow swooped down, looked around, gouged out the eyes of the Later Jin soldier, and swallowed them in one gulp.

The wilderness was filled with large, black birds. The crows, having devoured human flesh, had bloodshot eyes and were extremely courageous. They would only move when a warhorse passed by.

Liu Zhaosun had good horsepower and quickly ran to the front.

He galloped on his horse, passed by the artillery position captured last night, and killed a crow with his sword.

The horses bumped along the rolling hills for more than a mile, and the ground was littered with corpses.

When he was only two hundred steps away from the Blue Banner scouts, he raised his left hand with difficulty and pressed down on his helmet out of habit.

When the two sides were within a hundred steps of each other, the two scouts on the opposite side looked nervous, as if they were ready to kill the cavalryman with one sword.

He raised his goose-feather knife and pointed it diagonally forward, and the image of thousands of Blue Banner cavalrymen galloping appeared in his mind.

And the ferocious look on Jirgalang's mouth.

For a moment, my heart was filled with anger and sorrow.

Thinking of many people and many things.

That warm little home in Kaiyuan.

And her fourteen-year-old wife, who was only in name only, was still leading her fat maid to feed porridge to the homeless on the streets.

When will he be able to pay back the money he owes to Joe Dazui?
Is Xu Xiake, who worked hard to mine, still alive?
And Kang Yingqian who was waiting for his triumphant return in the north of the city.

Finally, he thought of her.

Tears mixed with dried blood blurred my eyes.

After turning a small dirt slope, the horses of both sides were within fifty steps of each other.

Thirty steps ahead, a thin figure slowly emerged from the weeds.

Liu Zhaosun's gloomy eyes immediately brightened.

The familiar figure slowly turned around and looked over here vigilantly. Seeing the mandarin duck battle jacket on Liu Zhaosun, a look of confusion appeared on his face.

When she saw the scarred face under the helmet, she was filled with surprise, and then heartache.

Liu Zhaosun's whole body was trembling, and his hands stretched forward involuntarily.

Jin Yuji looked at Liu Zhaosun riding his horse towards her, her bright eyes filled with clear stars.

She was leaning on a broken spear, her armor was shattered, there were several wounds on her face and legs.

She came stumbling over.

Like a toddler, trying to go faster.

"I'm fine..."

Before Liu Zhaosun could shout, two Later Jin scouts rushed towards him.

He suddenly squeezed the horse's belly, and the mount let out a long neigh and accelerated forward.

Two scouts with the Bordered Blue Banner spotted the presence of Ming troops, and subconsciously swung their iron-bone swords and flying axes at the figure in the mandarin duck-shaped battle jacket running in front of them.

Liu Zhaosun, regardless of falling off his horse, loosened the reins, gestured with his hands, and shouted to Jin Yuji, who was more than twenty steps away:
"Lower your head!"

The thin Jin Yuji shrank her body, and the sharp axe blade flew past her hair and cut a small tree in half.

An iron sword came whistling from behind, brushed past her left shoulder, and slammed heavily a few steps in front of Liu Zhaosun.

Jin Yu Ji flew away lightly like a kite with a broken string.

Liu Zhaosun's eyes were bloodshot, he endured the excruciating pain, raised his left hand that was hit by the long axe, and suddenly pulled out the flintlock pistol that was inserted in the gong belt.

He roared, spurred his horse to speed, and charged at the two scouts. Two heavy swords came at him from both sides at the same time, but he ignored them and pulled the trigger at a blurry figure that crossed his path.

boom!
The whistling heavy sword cut through the chain mail, and with a full-strength blow, Liu Zhaosun's body fell off the saddle and flew into the air.

A pain like tearing flesh and bones.

Fortunately we meet again, but we are separated.

He will die before Liaodong is pacified.

His body slammed into the bushes, covered in thorns. He felt wounded all over from the heavy blow he had just received, and his injured left arm was in so much pain that it felt like it was about to break.

Why is my path filled with thorns?

"Sir..."

Hearing Jin Yuji's faint cry for help, Liu Zhaosun struggled to get up, held onto a small tree, and looked around.

A few steps away from the bushes, lay Jin Yuji, who had been hit by the iron bone flower.

Ten steps away, the scout who was hit by the musket was injured but not dead, and was looking at him in fear.

Liu Zhaosun suddenly roared like a ferocious beast, and used his last strength to run in front of the Later Jin soldiers, raised his goose-feather knife, and slashed down fiercely.

The sound of horses neighing came from the front. Two hundred steps away, another Later Jin scout who passed by looked at his companion lying on the ground in astonishment, glared at Liu Zhaosun, slowly drew his sword, and spurred his horse to charge again.

Liu Zhaosun stood in front of Jin Yuji, holding the goose-feather knife unsteadily.

The broken wound was bleeding profusely, and the blood trickled down the chain mail plates, staining the grass beneath his feet red.

He held his head high, ready for the final battle.

The scout horse ran forward a few steps, suddenly looked behind Liu Zhaosun, put away his sword, and rode towards Shenyang without looking back.

Seeing the scouts walking away, Liu Zhaosun collapsed to the ground, crawled to Jin Yuji and asked her where she was injured.

Jin Yuji burst into tears as she looked at Liu Zhaosun, who was covered in blood. She raised her hand with difficulty and carefully touched the wounds on his face.

Finally, the two smiled at each other, supported each other and stood up with difficulty.

The rumbling sound of hooves was getting closer and closer, and the mortal enemy, the Bordered Blue Banner, had finally arrived.

Both were seriously injured and had nowhere to escape.

They sat under an ancient pine tree, Liu Zhaosun hugged Jin Yuji and listened to her whispers.

"Sir, before you left yesterday, you wanted to tell me something, but you only said half of it..."

Golden morning light, all is quiet.

Jin Yuji's eyes gradually became blurred and her voice began to become weak.

Liu Zhaosun held her cold hand, and a tear fell on her black hair.

"I said, the road ahead is full of thorns, but I will never give up. I will never be separated from you in this life."

Liu Zhaosun looked at the galloping enemy horses and muttered to himself.

He said it to Jin Yu Ji, and also to himself.

(End of this chapter)