The Ming Dynasty began from Sarhu

Chapter 11 Killing the General

"Fei Yangwu, go and gather the Bayalas in the banner to stop this Ming army."

"Liu Jing is so bold as to attack our Bordered Blue Banner. I will skin him alive!"

A young general bumped shoulders with Amin, performed the Jianzhou greeting, raised his head to the Second Beile, and waited for Amin to finish speaking before saying slowly:

"Second brother, did the Great Prince tell you?"

Amin was stunned for a moment, and his eyes were shining.

"Say what?"

He knew that Fei Yangwu had a calm temperament and was not very old, but he was like a thousand-year-old turtle in the Hunhe River. He always did things slowly and methodically.

Thanks to his character, he was able to escape death when the Khan killed his other nephews.

Seeing that his brother was hesitant to speak, Amin dismissed the Goshas around him. Jirgalang and Li Yongfang, who were standing nearby, tactfully walked away a few steps.

Seeing that there was no one around, Fei Yangwu spoke:

"Second brother, I heard in Hetuala that the great prince Daishan is trying to persuade the Koreans to surrender, and Jiang Hongli, the Korean commander-in-chief of the Eastern Route Army, is going to surrender to our Great Jin."

Amin looked surprised, and after a while, he looked a little disdainful.

Nurhaci did not send himself to negotiate peace with Korea for such an important matter, but let Daishan, who could not even speak fluently, do it. You know, Amin could speak Korean.

Amin was already used to being isolated by Nurhaci, and after hearing Fei Yangwu's words, he disagreed:

"So what? Korea's military preparations are lax. Last winter, hundreds of soldiers starved to death, and they still beg our Great Jin for aid. Whether Korea surrenders or resists, I will defeat Liu Jing! I will slay this southern barbarian army!"

Seeing his brother like this, Fei Yangwu stopped talking nonsense and went straight to the point:

"An Keshan came back to report that Korean archers shot at us at the South Gate, killing many soldiers."

An Keshan is a Niulu Ezhen under Fei Yangwu, and also a confidant of the young prince. Amin frowned slightly:

"Maybe they're the Korean retainers recruited by Liu Jing. Ignore them and focus on besieging these cavalry!"

"Second brother, this matter may not be as simple as we think!"

As the eighth son of Shurhaci, Fei Yangwu is only fifteen years old this year. He commands three Niulu and more than a thousand soldiers, becoming a middle-level general of the Bordered Blue Banner.

This man is meticulous and among his brothers, he is a general with both wisdom and courage. He is also recognized as Amin's successor. He is not on good terms with Jirgalang. He usually has an ambiguous and distant relationship with several beiles of the Bordered Yellow Banner and the Plain Yellow Banner, but he is very close to Amin.

The Jianzhou Jurchens doted on their youngest sons. When Shulhaci was alive, they doted on the little prince. When Shulhaci was killed, Fei Yangwu was less than six years old. The upper echelons of the Eight Banners regarded him as a disaster and avoided him as much as possible.

Fei Yangwu was lonely and pitiful. Amin raised him at the risk of being beheaded. The young prince was very grateful to Amin and treated him as a father figure. He usually listened to his brother's words. Amin was not wary of his younger brother and regarded him as one of the few relatives he could completely trust.

Upon hearing that Korean soldiers appeared in the camp, Fei Yangwu hurried over to explain to his brother and express his concerns.

"Second brother, do you think those Korean soldiers have some plan with Daishan to specifically target our Bordered Blue Banner? If the Bordered Yellow Banner were here, we would definitely not encounter the Korean soldiers!"

Amin looked at this younger brother in surprise. He had never expected him to be so cunning at such a young age. Witnessing his father being imprisoned and his brothers being slaughtered, even the most innocent and kind-hearted person would quickly grow up.

"Daishan isn't that mean, but you're right. We must be on guard. The Koreans are truly despicable. They killed our ginseng pickers years ago. During the Imjin War, the Khan requested troops to help them fight the pirates. Now they're helping the southern barbarians fight us. When I reorganize my troops, I'll definitely capture Seoul and capture that bastard Gwanghaegun and behead him!"

Fei Yangwu was not interested in distant things and interrupted his brother:
"Second brother, how do we deal with this group of Ming troops?"

"Kill them all! Send their heads to Liu Jing tomorrow and let him see the consequences of opposing the Jin army!"

The Second Prince would certainly not give these cavalrymen a chance to escape. If the Ming army was allowed to just walk away, the Bordered Blue Banner would be embarrassed.

Li Yongfang and Jirgalang were both waiting to see the Bordered Blue Banner make a fool of itself, but Amin would not let them succeed.

"You take Bayala with you and stop them. Don't let Jirgalang interfere. This bastard has been close to Daishan recently. Be careful of him!"

The Bordered Yellow Banner and the Plain Yellow Banner had just won a victory, and the other banners had also made considerable gains, so their morale was high.

If the Bordered Blue Banner was ambushed by the Ming army and suffered heavy losses, Amin's position in the banner would be unstable. Not to mention that Daishan Huangtaiji would cause trouble for him, even the middle-level generals in the banner would make small moves behind his back, especially Jirgalang.

Fei Yangwu knew what his second brother was thinking and left.

At this time, the Bordered Blue Banner camp gradually returned to calm. The baoyi who blew up the camp were either killed by the Ming army or killed by the real Yi soldiers. Their end was very miserable.

Liu Zhaosun led his servants to charge northward, gathering up the scattered servants along the way and killing all the Jiannu who blocked their way.

A team of elite cavalry formed a red iron stream, invincible.

The dead soldiers wearing heavy armor and waving shields rushed up one after another. When they got close, they threw the iron bones and flying axes in their hands.

Throwing weapons at this distance can cause terrifying damage, and anyone hit will either die or be injured.

The servants used their lances to slash and pierce the dead soldiers, but the dead soldiers could not be retreated and could not be killed.

One after another, the Ten Thousand Enemies bombs exploded in the shield formation. Amid the violent explosions, blood splattered all over the field, and the painful wails of dead soldiers were heard everywhere. They fought to the death and the positions that had been blown up were quickly replaced by others.

The soldiers of the Bordered Blue Banner who caught up with them bit the servants' tails, and the two sides fought on horseback, resulting in casualties on both sides.

The Jiannu had the advantage in numbers and began to push their servants towards the dead soldiers' shield formation little by little.

"Master Thirteen, what should we do?"

Liu Zhaosun was furious as he looked at the increasing number of Blue Banner soldiers who could not be killed. Before charging into the battle, he had underestimated the combat effectiveness of the dead soldiers. He did not expect that these young women were so difficult to deal with!

The retainers did not carry armor-piercing arrows, and the light arrows had limited damage to the dead soldiers. The cavalry, having lost their cavalry advantage, were no match for ordinary infantry in combat effectiveness.

Liu Zhaosun brandished his lance and shouted to the elite soldiers behind him:
"Throw out ten thousand enemies at once, blow open a gap, and rush out!"

More than a dozen missiles were thrown at the dead soldiers' formation. After a loud bang, a gap was blown in the thick shield formation.

"Xiao Shisan! Take the brothers away!"

Liu Tianxing whipped his horse, whipped his mace, and charged at the Zhenyi armored soldiers behind him. After a moment's hesitation, several trusted servants also rushed forward. When Liu Zhaosun looked back, he saw a young Later Jin general a hundred paces away, shouting loudly from his horse, commanding the Zhenyi armored soldiers to attack the Ming army.

Liu Zhaosun opened two stone bows, took out a heavy arrow, took aim slightly, roared, and shot at the enemy general.

"die!"

The heavy arrows whizzed towards him, and the enemy general fell off his horse.

Liu Zhaosun was about to drive his horse forward to cut off the head when suddenly a dense crowd of Zhenyi armored soldiers rushed out from behind.

The blood-thirsty Zhenyi soldiers of the Bordered Blue Banner wielded their heavy swords and slashed wildly at the horse's legs. Liu Zhaosun rode his horse back a few steps.

When he looked up again, the main force of the Bordered Blue Banner had surrounded him.

Fourth brother Liu Tianxing spurred his horse into the enemy camp, using the horse's power to swing his mace and smash it hard at the Zhenyi. All those who were hit were lifted off the ground and flew high into the air. Several servants around him slashed and killed with heavy swords. Under their charge, the offensive of the Zhenyi soldiers was slightly slowed down.

Liu Tianxing wiped the blood and turned to the two remaining servants and said:
"Donkey Ball, I've fought with the General all my life, killed countless people, and today I killed more than a dozen Tartars! That's enough!"

The two servants also laughed wildly towards the sky. The three of them and their three horses faced two thousand elite soldiers of the Bordered Blue Banner without any fear.

"kill!"

The Bayala on the opposite side shot a dense stream of heavy arrows. The warhorse under Liu Tianxing's crotch was frightened by the arrows and its front hooves flew into the air, throwing him to the ground. More than a dozen heavy swords came at him at the same time.

This most powerful adopted son under Liu Jing was drowned by the iron hooves of the cavalry of the Bordered Blue Banner.

Liu Zhaosun watched his fourth brother die heroically in battle. He wiped the blood off his lance vigorously to sharpen it. He glared forward, tilting his lance slightly forward.
"Kill the Jiannu!"

The servants raised their heavy swords and spears, ready to launch the final charge.

At this moment, the shield formation of the dead soldiers behind him loosened, and the dead soldiers turned around and fled towards the camp gate.

Then, from the direction of the camp gate came the dense sound of armor vibrating and the harsh metallic sound of spears piercing the armor.

More and more dead soldiers screamed and turned around to fight the enemies rushing towards them from behind.

Pei Dahu was ready to die with the Jiannu and was about to attack the Zhenyi soldiers when he was stopped by Liu Zhaosun.

"Pei Dahu, keep your life and kill more Tartars in the future! Deng Qilong is coming, follow me and kill him!"

Liu Zhaosun led the remaining servants across the horse trap and rushed out of the north gate.

The north gate was littered with the corpses of dead Jiannu soldiers. The Zhenyi soldiers of the Bordered Blue Banner, armed with heavy swords and axes, were defeated step by step under the fierce spear attacks of the Zhejiang soldiers.

These dead soldiers who came from the deep mountains and old forests possessed strong physical strength and martial arts, but in the face of the dense thrusts of the spearmen, their personal bravery was worthless and they could only be killed one after another.

The Zhenyi armored soldiers who were pursuing behind ran head-on into this group of spearmen, and their fate was similar to that of the dead soldiers.

The spearmen wielded specially treated thick bamboo poles, making them light yet strong, with sharp, duck-billed tips that could easily penetrate armor. The Jianzhou Jurchens had never encountered the Qi family army wielding spears. Their ferocious, slashing, and slashing tactics against the Liao soldiers seemed useless against these spearmen. Their broadswords couldn't reach the spearmen, and every attack was met with a simultaneous counterattack from several opposing spearmen.

"Kill all these southern barbarians!"

The Zhenyi warriors in the front were furious and raised their round shields to madly charge at the spear heads.

They were extremely angry that the Ming army spearmen, numbering less than a thousand, dared to block the advance of the army.

"Tiger! Tiger! Tiger!"

Five hundred Zhejiang soldiers formed three tight square rows. They were not afraid at all. Taking advantage of the terrain, they frantically assassinated the Zhenyi armored soldiers who tried to rush up.

The soldiers of the Bordered Blue Banner had to climb a gentle slope to enter the attack range. They had to hold their swords with both hands, so they had to give up their round shields. The heavy swords posed no threat to the spearmen, and the thrown axes were also blocked by the Ming army's shields.

With a few whooshing sounds, the sound of arrows breaking through the air cut through the sky.

The Zhenyi soldiers who were at the front fell down one after another, but the remaining Zhenyi soldiers were not afraid at all and rushed towards this side fiercely.

Jin Yinghe led the elite archers and appeared at the north gate in time. These Korean soldiers were not good in close combat, but their archery was better than Bayara.

The short-tipped bow had an astonishing speed. A Korean archer took out the arrow from the quiver and shot it out without even aiming.

A sharp arrow shot through the air and pierced straight into the throat of a Blue Banner soldier.

With an astonishing rate of fire, two hundred archers suppressed the attack of five or six hundred Zhenyi soldiers of the Bordered Blue Banner and blocked them behind the Ming army servants.

"Kill him while he is sick and take his life!"

Liu Zhaosun raised his spear and stabbed a Jiannu sword and shield soldier, lifted him up high and slammed him to the ground.

Deng Qilong commanded the Zhejiang soldiers to charge bravely on the mountain, thrusting their spears wildly and killing all the Later Jin soldiers who tried to advance.

The remaining troops slowly withdrew from the camp, and only the spearmen were still fighting with the Jiannu at the camp gate.

The long spears were like sickles, constantly reaping the lives of the Jiannu people. The bamboo spears were incredibly long and moved like dragons, making them difficult to defend against.

The heavy swords and clubs of the Zhenyi soldiers could not hurt the Ming army. They had a limited number of flying axes and iron bones. After throwing them, they had to face hand-to-hand combat with the Ming army.

Jin Yinghe led the archers to fight and retreat. They changed the light arrows to armor-piercing arrows and shot at close range.

The armor-piercing arrows were incredibly powerful. In the blink of an eye, countless Blue Banner archers were shot, rolling over and screaming.

The Later Jin soldiers did not dare to shoot at the Korean archers anymore and retreated one after another.

"General Jin, retreat!"

Liu Zhaosun roared, and he and more than 20 servants were responsible for guarding the rear, shooting heavy arrows at the white-armored Jiannu soldiers who were chasing them.

Under their cover, the spearmen and archers escaped the pursuit of the slaves and sneaked into the endless night.

(End of this chapter)