The Ming Dynasty began from Sarhu

Chapter 109 Car Camp
East of Shenyang City, south bank of Hunhe River.

A 17-foot-tall banner with the character "Qi" on it stood above the chariot camp.

The red flag with a white background was riddled with arrow holes, but it still fluttered fiercely in the morning breeze of Hunhe River.

Suddenly, a light arrow brushed past the flagpole and whizzed past.

Arrows flew over the armor and corpses on the ground and fell rapidly.

"Oh!"

Lin Yu felt a slight numbness in his palm and said loudly to the person behind him:
"The Tartar dogs are shooting arrows again, everyone, keep your feet down. Remember, you only have one long card player left!"

Behind Lin Yu, three or four dusty Zhejiang soldiers also began to curse.

Suddenly, dialects from all over eastern Zhejiang rang out from behind the long sign, including some swear words.

The two halberd fighters quickly hid behind Lin Yu.

The musketeer at the back fumbled around as if searching for something, until a light arrow clanged and hit the chain mail on his chest.

He didn't dare to hesitate and quickly squeezed over.

The leader of this team's Mandarin Duck Formation was killed by Bayala last night, and team leader Lin Yu had to take over this position.

Lin Yu was originally a spearman and was not used to using long cards, but he felt that the others were not very reliable.

The rain of arrows became more and more intense, hitting the long shield with a bang, like a Taoist priest beating a funeral drum for the dead, which made the four Zhejiang soldiers feel upset.

Lin Yu held a long shield with a gloomy face, and the musketeers behind him were still cursing.

"Damn it! If I had gunpowder, I'd beat you to death, you Tartar dogs!"

He cursed while groping in his jacket. After groping for a long time, his little eyes lit up and it looked as if he had found gunpowder.

A bit of fried noodles was held in his palm.

Without waiting for the musketeer to retract his hand, the halberd-wielder snatched the fried noodles and gobbled them up in big mouthfuls.

"You son of a bitch, I haven't eaten for two days! You're rushing to eat the last meal!"

The musketeers swung their three-barreled guns and fired.

The banging of long cards outside suddenly stopped.

No one spoke, just looked at each other.

The action of chewing fried noodles with hands also stopped.

The world fell silent, with only the Zhejiang soldiers who were shot around still groaning.

Lin Yu slipped the long card through the crack, quickly glanced outside, took a long breath, picked up the coconut ladle and gulped it down. After a long time, he said loudly:

"The Tartars are coming again!"

"Open your eyes, and kill as many people as possible this time! There will be no next time! For those who are still alive, remember to burn paper for your brothers!"

On the south bank of the Hun River, the sound of low conch shells and drums continued like water flooding Jinshan Mountain.

The two red flags launched their eighth attack on the Zhejiang chariot camp.

Lin Yu grabbed the musketeer whose fried noodles were stolen and said to him with a smile:

"Wang San'er, I have some fried noodles for you. Don't fight for a while. Let the white-armored soldiers come closer. When the spears can reach them, use the three-barreled guns."

Wang Saner knew that the captain was dissatisfied with the fact that his three-barreled gun could not penetrate the armor and wanted to finish off the injured Jiannu. He became even more angry when he heard this.

"Fuck you! I'm out of gunpowder, what am I going to use to fight? How did my musket break?"

Wang San's bird gun was broken by Lin Yu.

Lin Yu's spear had just broken when Bayala led his armored soldiers over the camp gate. In a hurry, Lin Yu snatched the bird gun from Wang San's hand.

He attacked a Later Jin sword and shield soldier fiercely.

The gun barrel broke, and along with it, the sword and shield soldier's neck.

Thinking of this, Wang San got angry.

How can he be a musketeer without a firearm?

He didn't want to fight Bayala with a sword in hand.

The three-barreled gun in his hand can't even kill a layer of cotton armor.

Lin Yu smiled, pointed at the bodies of several Zhejiang soldiers lying in front of him, and curled his lips at him.

"Go and feel it, there are still some."

The musketeer glared at him and turned to look for gunpowder on the dead body.

From outside the long board came the urgent sound of bamboo whistles from the captains of each flag.

The rain of arrows just now killed and injured dozens of Zhejiang soldiers.

The damaged Mandarin Duck battle formation needed to be reorganized, and several flag captains shouted loudly to the spearmen and halberdmen.

No one called for the musketeers because the camp was out of gunpowder and the musketeers had to do other work.

Lin Yu was about to go over and continue serving as a spearman, but when he turned around suddenly, he saw several dusty brothers staring at him blankly.

He sighed, sat down on the ground, and began to pull out the arrowhead stuck in the long shield.

The enemy is approaching.

There was a constant stream of people and horses in the camp.

More than 300 mandarin duck formations were busy changing their formations, turning into a small three-talent formation in a vertical row.

The spearmen and halberd-bearers rushed to the front, while the musketeers and sword-and-shield-bearers retreated.

The musketeer picked up the sword of his dead comrade and came to the back of the queue to become a substitute for the sword and shield soldiers.

Of course, there were also some brave musketeers who volunteered to serve as spearmen in the front.

Wang San'er was not brave at all. He liked to use a musket to kill the Tartars from a distance. Not to mention a spear, he didn't even dare to use a sword.

Everything was ready, and everyone looked towards the opened hole in front of the camp.

There, a human wall was formed with the corpses of the Later Jin soldiers.

However, the Zhejiang soldiers were not optimistic about this human wall.

The flesh and blood bodies of the Tartars were far less strong than the previous shield carts and could be easily knocked away by Bayala.

The lookout on the watchtower stood in the air more than five meters above the ground, waving command flags continuously to report the military situation outside the camp to the commanders of each camp.

The bannermen of the two red flags were cutting down trees on the north bank, probably to build more shield vehicles.

The remaining cavalry of Liu Zhaosun retreated to the north, and the north bank of the Hun River was reoccupied by the Later Jin army.

Everyone was full of hope for General Xuanwu Liu Zhaosun.

When he saw the White Spear Soldiers and Kaiyuan Soldiers dying in battle one after another, Liu Zhaosun finally retreated from the pontoon bridge.

Only then did they realize that no one would come to rescue the Zhejiang soldiers.

They were truly isolated.

The falconet cannons in the chariot camp stopped firing two hours ago. The bird guns and three-barreled guns were also out of gunpowder.

When the Tartar shield carts are pushed up, the gap will definitely be opened again.

By then, the only thing they can resist is their own flesh and blood.

More than three thousand people looked at the thick wall of dead bodies at the same time.

Waiting for the Jiannu to knock it open again.

Waiting for the next killing to come.

Qi Jin looked at the East Gate City Wall with concern.

Five hundred steps away from the chariot camp, the flag of the white-bordered banner was flying on the east gate tower.

A team of Zhenyi armored soldiers walked on the city wall, and they threw the Liao soldiers guarding the city off the city wall one by one.

The injured but not dead people were also thrown down directly.

Bang bang bang!
Qi Jin could hear the sound of Liao soldiers falling to the ground.

He gritted his teeth.

The Zhejiang soldiers sent to reinforce Wengcheng should have died in the battle.

Qi Jin hoped that they were all dead.

He didn't want these brothers to be thrown off the city wall by the Tartars alive and suffer again before dying.

I don’t know whether Mao Wenlong was thrown down.

Qi Jin had no time to lament life and death. As a soldier who had survived hundreds of battles in the Qi family army, he had seen more cruel scenes than this.

"Is Liu Zhaosun still alive?"

His gaze turned to the north bank again.

Five miles away from Cheying, on the north bank of the Hun River, there were dead bodies everywhere, and it was unclear whether they were White Spear Soldiers or Later Jin Soldiers.

The white-pole soldiers' shield formation held out for a day and was not conquered by the Later Jin.

Qi Jin judged that most of the dead bodies on the ground were probably those of the Later Jin soldiers.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing.

The white-flag soldiers, who were so worried about the situation, were ultimately unable to break through the encirclement of the two yellow flags, and were probably killed or wounded.

The Zhejiang soldiers under his command were unable to defeat the two red flags.

The two powerful armies faced each other across the Hunhe River.

Like two stars falling in parallel, close yet far away, they witness each other burning to ashes.

Ever since being besieged, Qi Jin has been thinking about having another drink with the Qin brothers and competing with the two veterans to see whose fist is harder.

Just like the night when Qiao Dazui came to Shenyang and got drunk.

That night, he, Qin Bangping, and Qiao Yiqi all got drunk. Oh, there was also a guy named Yuan Chonghuan.

Unfortunately, the White Spear Soldiers are finished.

Qin Bangping might have been killed by the Portuguese cannon.

Last night, the lookouts discovered that Baoyi Aha was transporting the artillery pieces to the north bank.

Qi Jin knew that the White Spear Soldiers were in great danger.

As a famous general of the Zhejiang Army, he was familiar with the tactics of the White Spear Army.

The Tusi soldiers were fierce and good at fighting. They formed a battle formation with white spears, which was comparable to the Mandarin Duck Formation.

The slight shortcoming of the White Spear Soldiers is that they do not rely on firearms.

This is different from the Zhejiang soldiers who were equipped with a large number of firearms such as the French cannon, tiger squat cannon, bird gun, and turtledove gun.

The White Spear Soldiers didn't even have three-barreled guns.

Not only did they lack firearms, they also lacked equipment to defend against artillery fire, such as shield carts.

Those shields can't stop the cannonballs.

When Liu Zhaosun arrived in the evening, Qi Jin was fighting a bloody battle with the Zhenghong Banner. He did not witness the spectacular scene of the cavalry battalion charging and ravaging the Khorchin people, nor did he see the tragic scene of the cavalry strangling the Later Jin artillery.

Because Du Du, who had just captured the east gate, joined the attack on Cheying.

The two red flags plus the white-bordered flag, the three major flags were like three vicious wolves, surrounding the chariot camp and biting it madly.

The three flags mobilized thousands of Bayaras, who, with the assistance of cannon fodder, climbed over the chariot camp, crossed the horse-blocking ditch, and rushed into the chariot camp continuously.

In just one hour, Qi Jin lost more than two hundred spearmen and more than three hundred halberdmen.

At the critical moment, the Portuguese cannon hidden behind the chariot camp fired and broke the dense shield formation of Bayara.

Immediately afterwards, the musketeers opened fire, and the halberd-wielding spearmen finished off the attack, killing two hundred Bayara.

Bayala finally couldn't hold on any longer and fled.

Qi Jin and the 3,000 remaining Zhejiang soldiers could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

However, as the vanguard of this attack, the Bordered White Banner suffered serious damage.

Du Du felt that this tough nut to crack was even harder than Mao Wenlong, although Mao Wenlong was already his nightmare.

So he led the Zhengbai Banner back to the camp on the south bank, and the tough task was handed over to the two red flags.

Two of Daishan's teeth were broken by bones, and the remaining teeth were also crumbling.

The two red flags were attacked from last night until early this morning.

Two thousand five hundred Zhenyi armored soldiers and more than three thousand bannermen were killed in the battle.

Despite paying such a heavy price, they were still unable to break through this low car camp.

Daishan thought of using artillery to bombard the chariot camp.

The Khan dragged all the artillery in Shenyang City to bombard the White Spear Soldiers.

Besides, none of the flags have gunpowder now.

Without gunpowder, artillery cannot be used.

We can only risk our lives with the warriors.

This was Daishan's first battle with orthodox Zhejiang soldiers. When Amin was still the leader of the Bordered Blue Banner, he once said that the Zhejiang soldiers' spearmen should not be underestimated.

Daishan paid no attention to the warning from the incompetent leader.

Now, he's paying the price.

Qi Jin was busy fighting and was not aware of the battle happening on the north bank.

However, he did see the Divine Fire Crow launched from the north shore last night.

That thing makes so much noise that it's hard not to notice it.

The Later Jin soldiers participating in the battle at the east gate also looked up at the sky, staring blankly at the meteors hitting the two yellow flag formations.

The launch and explosion of the Divine Fire Crow caused a small chaos among the two red flags.

This chaos gave the Zhejiang soldiers in the chariot camp a slight reprieve.

This was probably the greatest support General Xuanwu had given to the Zhejiang soldiers since he rushed to the Hunhe battlefield.

While the cavalry on the north bank defeated the two yellow flags, the two red flags here also stopped attacking, and Daishan sent people to the north bank to inquire about the news.

Then, Qi Jin learned that the Mongolian cavalry was chasing the two yellow-flag armored soldiers towards the south bank.

The surviving Zhejiang soldiers were quite excited because this was the first visible reinforcement.

Before the Zhejiang troops went to aid Liaoning, the Ministry of War promised them that once they arrived in Shenyang, they would receive continuous reinforcements and food supplies.

It turned out that only the Later Jin soldiers continued to advance.

They kept coming to attack them.

The others continued but I didn’t see them.

Just when everyone was ecstatic and thought that reinforcements had finally arrived.

The cavalry that was charging forward was surrounded by the Later Jin soldiers.

Then, Qi Jin witnessed the most tragic scene with his own eyes:
The Kaiyuan Cavalry Battalion and the White Spear Soldiers fought hard to stop the Later Jin soldiers from crossing the river.

Rows of cavalrymen rushed forward like moths to a flame.

The White Spear Soldiers were besieged by the elite Bayala on the north bank.

This bloody battle made even this veteran Zhejiang soldier terrified.

In the end, Bayala's bodies piled up like a mountain on the north bank of the pontoon bridge.

In the second half of the night, Liu Zhaosun finally stopped his counterattack.

The Later Jin troops also retreated to the south bank.

The fighting on the north bank was brutal, and the Zhejiang chariot camp was even bloodier.

After two days of fierce fighting, more than half of the Zhejiang soldiers, who originally had 7,000 men, were killed or wounded. Now, only less than 3,000 men are still able to fight.

"Liu Zhaosun was also defeated, and only the Zhejiang troops are left."

Qi Jin sighed, and his sharp eyes focused again, staring at the gap in the chariot camp ahead.

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A sentry horseman of the Bordered Blue Banner rushed across the Hunhe pontoon bridge and was stopped by Bayara of the Plain Yellow Banner on the south bank.

The Blue Banner sentry horses looked panicked, their eyes filled with fear of death.

He looked like he had seen something extremely terrifying. He opened his mouth wide and couldn't say a word for a long time. He just gestured desperately with his hands.

"I told you to return to Shenyang as soon as possible, but all you did was steal along the way! Liu Zhaosun has already fled, leaving only a thousand remnants. Did your master capture him?!"

"Liu... Liu Zhaosun is here."

Bayala had fought a bloody battle with the White Spear Soldiers last night and was filled with murderous intent. He became impatient and swung his whip to whip the servant.

As soon as he looked up, a large group of red figures appeared on the ridge of the north bank. Countless Ming soldiers wearing mandarin duck battle jackets came like a spreading tide.

Tong Yangxing, who was waiting for Liu Zhaosun to be captured, also saw the mountains full of mandarin duck battle jackets.

"Tell me! What happened to the Bordered Blue Banner? Where is your master?"

Tong Yangxing grabbed the frightened Blue Banner sentry horse, pulled his chain mail and shook it hard.

The sentry horse suddenly woke up and shouted:
"Master, Master, let them be killed. The Bordered Blue Banner is finished!"

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The great tent of the Later Jin Khan.

The Goshiha of the Zhenghong Banner knelt in front of Nurhaci, and standing beside him were Tong Yangxing, Fan Wencheng, Du Du, and several personal Goshiha.

The Zhenghongqi Geshiha, who was kneeling on the ground, his face covered in dust, shouted:

"Great Khan! Thousands of men from the two red flags have died!"

"The southern barbarians first attacked the warriors with firearms, and when the gunpowder ran out, they turned to spears and halberds. They were very ferocious!"

"Over 3,000 armored soldiers from the two Red Banners were killed. We finally managed to break through the chariot camp, but the southern barbarians formed a shield formation, similar to the white-pole soldiers on the north bank. We have no artillery, so we can only surround them and can't kill them all at once."

"Great Khan! There are only about 2,000 southern barbarians left. The Bayalas of the two red flags were killed in battle. Master Daishan begs the Khan to send 500 elite Bayalas to reinforce the two red flags."

"Last night they said they were going to capture the Zhejiang chariot camp, but they haven't taken it yet!"

Nurhaci was furious. He had just learned that the Kaiyuan Army had defeated the Bordered Blue Banner and Liu Zhaosun was about to cross the river with five or six thousand soldiers. At this time, Daishan dared to come and ask for help.

"Daishan led the Red Banner and Bordered Red Banner, more than 20,000 men, and so many bannermen, but he couldn't even defeat more than 6,000 southern barbarians. What use is he to me?!"

Nurhaci became angrier as he spoke, and a buzzing sound faintly came to his ears again.

Without Huang Taiji, these beiles are more incompetent than each other.

He suddenly became furious and pointed at the Goshiha and said:

"Go back and tell Daishan that Liu Zhaosun wants to destroy our Great Jin! There are also rebels in Shenyang ready to make trouble, and I don't have any extra troops to send to him right now!"

That Geshiha was about to speak, but Nurhaci roared:

"The Kaiyuan Army is about to join forces with the Zhejiang Army! If the two red flags can't break through the chariot camp, you will die at the east gate! Get out!"

Goshiha's face was full of horror. The Khan rarely got so angry. He was stunned for a moment and quickly turned and left.

The Hanchen and Goshiha leaders standing around were a little flustered.

Fan Wenchen kept looking at Tong Yangxing and winking at him.

Tong Yangxing pretended not to see it, took a step forward and said:

"Calm your anger, Great Khan! Liu Zhaosun has only five or six thousand men. If we can stop him on the north bank and prevent him from crossing the river, he will surely die!"

"The White Banner will arrive this afternoon. The scouts report that the Eighth Prince's injuries have improved. He will personally lead 10,000 troops. We will attack from both the north and south and wipe out the Kaiyuan army in one fell swoop."

Nurhaci nodded slightly and his emotions calmed down a little.

The Battle of Shenyang has lasted for three days. The Later Jin army suffered heavy casualties but failed to actually occupy the city.

First, the White Spear Soldiers put up a stubborn resistance on the north bank. The Plain Yellow Banner, the Bordered Yellow Banner, and the Plain Blue Banner took turns besieging them. However, after a day of siege, they failed to break through the shield formation and also wasted a large number of warriors' lives.

Then came the East Gate. Mao Wenlong and his band of Liaozhen soldiers killed at least a thousand Zhenyi armored soldiers and three thousand Baoyi from the Bordered White Banner, making Du Du vomit blood. Ding Bi had originally told Du Du that the East Gate was the easiest to attack.

Although Du Du finally captured the east gate, Mao Wenlong escaped with more than 500 Liao soldiers. No one knew where he fled to. Before leaving, he set fire to the city gate.

I guess he has already voted for Liu Zhaosun.

It is said that Mao Wenlong is a man of revenge. After killing so many people this time, he will definitely fight with the Jin Dynasty to the death.

Before sunrise, the Khorchin tribe withdrew without saying goodbye.

More than 2,000 of them were killed by Liu Zhaosun last night, and the Khan also wanted to dispatch Mongolian cavalry to attack the Zhejiang soldiers.

Several taijis discussed it and decided that since they were going to die anyway, they might as well go back to the grassland.

The most troublesome thing was that the Yehe people also began to waver, and Niyaha and Delger of the Yehe tribe had no intention of fighting anymore.

The Khan was busy calming the souls and dealing with Liu Zhaosun, and had no time to deal with this cannon fodder cavalry.

Overnight, all of the Jin's allies were gone, leaving only the Eight Banners themselves.

The Bordered Blue Banner was defeated several times by Liu Zhaosun and was completely abolished.

The Zhengbai Banner is coming from Kaiyuan and will arrive in Shenyang at the earliest tomorrow.

Now, can we destroy Liu Zhaosun with the two yellow flags, the bordered white flag and the pure blue flag?
You know, when Liu Zhaosun was in Kaiyuan, he fought against the four major flags of the Later Jin Dynasty together with Liao Zhen.

In the end, the two sides barely ended up in a draw.

Half a year later, Kaiyuan's soldiers became stronger and they even had cavalry.

"The four banners have a total of 50,000 troops, more than enough to crush them. I have sent someone to inform Huang Taiji to have the Plain White Banner abandon their baggage and speed up their advance to encircle and annihilate the Ming army! Liu Zhaosun, that monster!"

Nurhaci held the sun, moon and stars soul-calming bottle given to him by his mistress and said coldly:

"You still can't escape from my soul-soothing bottle!"

Tong Yangxing and others immediately knelt down and praised the wise Khan of the Later Jin Dynasty. Tong Yangxing thought for a while and added:

"Great Khan, the most urgent task right now is to stabilize Yehe and give them more benefits. I have a plan."

"explain."

(End of this chapter)