The Ming Dynasty began from Sarhu

Chapter 112 The City of Doom
Two hundred white-pole soldiers mixed with a flag team from the 1,000th headquarters rushed to the front of the pontoon bridge.

Qin Jianxun and a flag captain named Wang Quan were responsible for commanding these 400 elite soldiers.

As the spearhead of the Kaiyuan Army, the four hundred elite soldiers must advance fearlessly, tear open the Zhenglan Banner defense line on the south bank, and pave the way for the combat soldiers and cavalry to cross the river smoothly.

Qin Jianxun, who was less than seventeen years old, grew into a man of great stature overnight after experiencing the bloody battle on the north bank of Shura Hell.

Qin Jianxun's father, uncle and countless White Spear Soldiers brothers who grew up together were killed in battle yesterday. The blood of the southwestern heroes was spilled on the land of Liaodong, and 5,000 heroic souls sleep forever on both sides of the Hunhe River.

Qin Jianxun said that instead of leaving bloodlines for the White Spear Soldiers, it would be better to fight to the death and dig out the heart and liver of the slave chief as a sacrifice to the millions of dead souls.

Burdened with national hatred and family feuds, Liu Zhaosun had no reason to stop the young general from crossing the river to seek revenge.

In addition to these, there is another reason for Qin Jianxun to cross the river and risk his life.

As the captain of the mountain warfare battalion, all his brothers are now trapped in the city. Nurhaci, who has fallen into the devil's way, is madly slaughtering people in the city, and he needs to go into the city to rescue people.

Qin Jianxun held his white spear at an angle, bent over and walked behind the two soldiers and card players.

The divine fire crows rose from the north bank and slid over their heads, dragging dark red flames.

Qin Jianxun caught a glimpse of countless wronged souls from Liaodong turning into evil spirits, screaming and rushing towards their enemies in a sea of red fireworks.

The bridge was littered with corpses from yesterday's bloody battle. Qin Jianxun had led his White Spear Soldiers in a bloody battle against the Yellow Banner Bayala last night, and was quite familiar with the area around the bridge. He warned the soldiers around him to be careful on the bridge ahead, as the Tartars had already removed the planks in some places. Anyone who stepped forward could easily fall into the river if they were not careful.

Fifty steps away from them was the Later Jin army position on the south bank. After several rounds of bombing by the Divine Fire Flying Crow, a large number of Later Jin soldiers lay on the ground.
Qin Jianxun estimated that the Jiannu suffered more than 2,000 casualties, with the Zhenglan Banner suffering the most.

Many of them were injured but not dead yet, rolling on the ground in pain.

Qin Jianxun saw the two Bayaras who had fought a bloody battle with the White Spear Soldiers last night, now stuck in the mud of the Hunhe River, like little ghosts in the reincarnation path, slowly sinking into the underworld hell.

All the surviving archers fell into chaos. Many of them dropped their bows and stared blankly at the sky, while others looked at the archers lying on the ground and screaming in pain, at a loss.

The Divine Fire Crow carried not only tung oil, but also a large amount of caltrops and ceramic fragments. These things were blown away by the explosion, causing enough damage to be fatal.

It just so happened that the Later Jin archers were arranged in a very compact formation, probably because the Khan wanted to pursue the visual communication art of thousands of people shooting at the same time, covering the sky and the sun. In short, each fire phoenix that was reborn from the ashes could take away the precious lives of seven or eight Later Jin warriors.

After being swept three times by the Divine Fire Flying Crow, the morale of the archers from the four major flags has plummeted to the bottom.

Of course, this does not include the archers of the two yellow flags.

When the second round of rockets from the north bank came, these warriors went crazy, dropped their bows and arrows, and fled to the rear, so there was no morale problem. Bayala, who was supervising the battle, killed dozens of them in a row but could not stop them.

Bayala turned around and whipped the archers who had not yet escaped, forcing them to continue shooting arrows at the bridge.

Qin Jianxun felt a little comforted when he looked at the chaotic Later Jin soldiers on the other side of the river.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the Later Jin army on the opposite bank, they quickened their pace and soon arrived about thirty steps away from the south bank.

As the distance between him and the Jiannu army grew closer, Qin Jianxun felt his heart beating faster and faster, and the hand holding the gun trembled slightly, but this was certainly not because of fear.

He had fought against the Jiannu several times and had killed at least dozens of Tatars with his own hands. He no longer had any fear of the Jiannu.

Today is the decisive battle between the Kaiyuan Army and the Later Jin, and it is a crucial battle that determines the fate of millions of Liao people.

Lord Liu agreed to let him serve as the vanguard of the entire army, acting as Lord's sword to chop off the heads of the Later Jin people!

How could Qin Jianxun not feel that this was an honor?!

National hatred, family feuds, brotherhood, and the honor of Sichuan soldiers, all kinds of emotions were mixed together. For a moment, Qin Jianxun was overwhelmed with emotions, his whole body felt hot, and his throat was a little dry.

"Kill the Tartars! Avenge the Sichuan soldiers!"

He roared, venting his passionate emotions.

The two hundred white-pole soldiers behind also shouted, and the morale of the army was immediately boosted.

The Jiannu soldiers more than 30 steps away seemed to be intimidated by the Kaiyuan Army vanguard and retreated a few steps in fear. Several Bayalas holding longbows in the back row looked over here and talked to each other in the barbarian language.

Qin Jianxun's youthful arrogance erupted again, and he smiled at the white-pole soldiers following closely behind him:

"The Tartars know how powerful our Sichuan soldiers are. Look at them stretching their necks, they are waiting for us to chop off their heads!"

Qin Jianxun felt a ball of fire burning in his chest, as if it was going to burn the entire floating bridge.

He suddenly felt a surge of pride and turned to look towards the north bank. The 2,000th Headquarters' soldiers began crossing the bridge. Under the general's banner, a group of Liao soldiers surrounded Lord Liu.

Qin Jianxun had been in Shenyang for more than a month and was very familiar with the Zhejiang soldiers, the White Spear soldiers, and the Liao soldiers. He looked for a while but couldn't see clearly who they were.

All I could see was a red flag with a white border rising among the Liao soldiers, and I could vaguely see the big word "Mao" written on it.

"Mao Wenlong?"

At this time, the two long-handed players guarding Qin Jianxun had already taken five or six steps forward, and Qin Jianxun hurriedly followed.

Just after taking a few steps, the long card player in front suddenly shouted:
"Oh no, there's oil."

Another long card player bent down to pick up a ball of yellow soil, sniffed it, and suddenly shouted loudly:

"And sulfur! Quick! Don't go!"

Seventeen-year-old Qin Jianxun looked past the two long-card holders in front of him and saw clearly that thirty steps away, the group of Bayala who had been waiting for him to behead them were slowly raising their bows and aiming at him, with burning arrows on the bowstrings.

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Two miles away from Qin Jianxun, on the North-South Street of Shenyang City.

The streets were filled with black smoke and were littered with cloth and furniture. Some Liao people who did not submit to the Khan in time were chased around, screaming miserably. Some people knelt on the ground and begged for mercy from those chasing them.

"Do you have any more silver? I remember your family has more than 20 taels of silver! Give me another 10 taels, and I'll spare your son's life."

A Liao citizen with Jurchen appearance swung a big stick and hit the ground hard. On the ground, there was a Liao citizen with a child, and both father and son were trembling.

There were a dozen or so Han Chinese who looked like Mongols and Jurchens standing in a circle around them. However, judging from their clothes and hairstyles, it would be impossible to believe that they were foreigners.

What is even more unbelievable is that it happened just two hours ago.

The mob wielding sticks and the father and son being beaten on the ground were actually two harmonious and friendly neighbors.

"Ma Tianxing, Master Ma, I really have no money left. Didn't I just give you ten taels?"

The Jurchen Han holding a big stick said angrily:

"Ten taels isn't enough! Give me more! If you don't have any silver, I'll accuse you of being a spy for Liu Zhaosun and have your entire family skinned alive!"

After the man said this, he reached out to grab the child on the ground.

"You are a bunch of Tartar dogs who are wearing Han people's clothes but doing beastly things. I will fight you to the death!"

The Liao man who was kneeling on the ground suddenly stood up, swung an axe from his sleeve, and chopped it hard on the head of his old neighbor.

As soon as he swung his axe, his body was submerged in a sea of swinging knives and sticks.

After chopping the Liao man into a pulp, the mob turned and looked at the child on the ground.

The child was so frightened that he took a few steps back, got up, and ran towards the north entrance of the alley.

At the north alley entrance, five or six drunken Yehe riders, carrying sabers and axes in their hands, staggered to the door of a Liao family's house.

Several Jurchens were about to break down the door when a young man with a youthful appearance appeared from behind them. His accent sounded like he was from Jizhou or Zhangjiakou.

This young man made full use of his advantage as a local boss and immediately introduced the property and income status of another Liao family next door to several Yehe masters.

As he spoke, he gestured with his hands, telling the Yehe people that this family was a fur merchant and looked quite wealthy from the outside.

In addition, he has two concubines at home, both of whom are as beautiful as flowers. When the master is done with them, they can be given to him as rewards.

The Yehe man pushed the young man away, picked up the axe and started to smash the door.

There were messy footsteps and exclamations coming from the yard.

At the corner of the alley in front of the courtyard, Rong Touqiang, dressed as a southern goods merchant, crouched down and looked around vigilantly.

Five or six steps behind him, in the shadows of the alley, a dozen or so wolf soldiers were raising their scorpion-tail hooks, looking as if they were facing a formidable enemy. There were also several injured people leaning against the wall, looking seriously injured.

Peng Yong, the white-pole soldier, looked out at the street that looked like hell, then at the child running toward him. He raised his short crossbow and whispered to the shadows in the alley:

"I can't bear to watch this anymore. I don't care if Ding Bi is nearby or not. I'm going to go over and kill a few people first!!"

(End of this chapter)