The Ming Dynasty began from Sarhu

Chapter 118: Farewell
The low sound of a conch shell rang out on the north shore, breaking the brief and beautiful tranquility.

The two men looked up at the opposite bank and saw countless elite cavalry crossing the hills and sweeping across the north bank.

The small white flags waving behind the Zhenyi armored soldiers were like the Milky Way flowing backwards, dazzling and colorful.

The river flowed through the hills and shrubs, rolling in and instantly flooding the Kaiyuan army camp.

"Huang Taiji, you are finally here."

A group of black spots appeared in Liu Zhaosun's vision. They waved their weapons to block the armored soldiers of the Zhengbai Banner from crossing the river.

The black dot is weak and alone, like a remaining chess piece, surrounded by dense white pieces, like a beast in a cage, tearing and biting wildly.

This group of people blocked the attack of the Zhengbai Banner troops, defended the Hunhe pontoon bridge, and fought to the death!

"Who is this guy? Using a small group of soldiers to stop a large army, that's incredible!"

Liu Zhaosun's blood boiled in his chest and he looked at Jin Yuji.

"When I crossed the river, the camp was already deserted."

Liu Zhaosun looked at the knight on the north bank and murmured to himself:

"No matter who they are, they are all good men of the Han family!"

After saying that, he began to walk towards the floating bridge on the south bank. Two guards stood in front of Liu Zhaosun, swinging their swords to chop the flying arrows.

Jin Yuji followed.

Qin Jianxun and Mao Wenlong, along with the White Spear Soldiers and the remnants of the Liaozhen Army, were violently ramming the gates of the city wall with battering rams.

After suffering two hundred casualties, the outer fortifications of the North Gate City were completely destroyed by the Ming army. The Haixi Jurchens trapped in the city were about to face the judgment of fate.

"Kill the slaves! Kill the slaves! Kill the slaves!"

Hundreds of people shouted slogans together and pushed the battering ram with all their might. The city gate creaked and sparse dust fell from the city wall.

"Climb over! Open the Thousand Gold Gate!"

Qin Jianxun roared loudly with red eyes.

There were no traces of the Later Jin soldiers on the north gate wall. Occasionally, a few arrows were shot from behind the battlements, but they were not very accurate.

A team of Liaozhen soldiers quickly climbed over the city wall along the burning ladders. Soon, shouts of Yehe people were heard from behind the city gate. The Yehe people, who had just been slaughtering the city, fell into a panic state where they saw enemies everywhere.

The appearance of the Liao soldiers surprised them.

The two long-pai holders stood in the front, covering their teammates as they pulled the jack, until the long-pai were overturned by the Jurchens who swarmed forward, and the long-pai holders were hacked to death.

However, more Ming troops climbed down from the top of the city wall.

The Jurchens did not know how to defend a city.

Their number was originally small, and now they were scattered throughout the city.

There were only a hundred or so people left at the north gate, and they were no match for the vengeful Ming army.

If they let this Ming army in, they would definitely not survive.

Liu Zhaosun's attention was drawn to the siege at the north gate, and earth-shaking shouts came from behind him.

Looking back, the morale of the Zhenglan Banner Bayara, who had been almost killed just now, suddenly rose and they cheered enthusiastically.

Suddenly, large groups of soldiers of the Zhengbai Banner and Zhenyi armored troops emerged from the corridor of the east gate.

They were in high spirits. After leaving the city, without even forming a battle line, they rushed like a tide towards the Kaiyuan soldiers and the Zhenglan Banner line who were fighting fiercely.

The support of thousands of elite soldiers of the Bordered White Banner was like a huge and powerful arm, firmly holding back the Zhenglan Banner, which was about to be destroyed, from behind.

"The Bordered White Banner has been dispatched! Captain Deng can't handle it, so I'm going to the East Gate to take command!"

After Liu Zhaosun finished speaking, he looked back at the floating bridge on the north bank, hesitated for a moment, and finally turned and headed towards the east gate.

"Sir, I'm going too!"

Liu Zhaosun looked back at the beauty and waved his hand to stop her.

Jin Yuji burst into tears:
"Sir, you just said that you want to be together in life and death!"

Liu Zhaosun felt sad in his heart, but he forced a smile, hugged her gently, and whispered:

"Jin Yuji, the destiny is with me. Today I will kill the chieftain, avenge your family, and avenge the Liao people! When I return, I will take you to listen to the White Snake."

After Liu Zhaosun finished speaking, he gently pushed Jin Yuji away without looking back.

"Protect Miss Jin. I'll be back soon!"

Jin Yuji burst into tears.

Liu Zhaosun whipped his horse and headed towards the battle formation at the east gate with determination.

The north gate and the east gate were filled with shouts and cries of killing, and the knights on the other side of the river were quickly overwhelmed by the armored soldiers of the Plain White Banner.

Two guards raised long signs to protect Jin Yuji and looked around vigilantly.

Jin Yuji looked at the husband's receding back and couldn't stop crying.

She cried for a while, then suddenly wiped away her tears, her expression stern:

"Gather the men and defend the pontoon bridge!"

With a dull creaking sound, the city gate was finally knocked open by the battering ram.

There was a cry of surprise from inside, and dust fell from above.

Qin Jianxun, with disheveled hair and bloodstains, swung his heavy sword and slashed at a Yehe soldier who was rushing towards him.

Fifty white-pole soldiers formed a row of spears and advanced towards the city wall with roars.

The sharp tips of the white spears filled the entire corridor of the city gate, and the weapons flashed with cold light, pointing at the Yehe soldiers who were still resisting in the city.

More than two hundred Yehe riders stared blankly at the white-pole soldiers rushing in.

They were all draped in newly looted jewelry, and their cotton armor was splattered with blood from the massacre of the Liao people.

This group of Yehe people had witnessed the combat effectiveness of the White Spear Soldiers.

That day, they witnessed with their own eyes the Khorchin people and the two yellow flags being slaughtered by the white-spear soldiers on the north bank.

The Yehe people's fighting power was comparable to that of the Khorchin people, and they originally came to Shenyang to collect money.

At this time, facing such a powerful army, everyone's legs became weak and they turned around and fled.

Some brave Yehe people rushed out of the city gate waving their swords.

After running just two steps, they were stabbed by dense spears and fell in a pool of blood.

"Kill them all!"

Qin Jianxun drew his bow and shot an arrow, which flew out towards a Yehe man who was rushing towards him.

"Brothers from Sichuan, do you need help from Liaozhen?"

Mao Wenlong shouted towards the city wall through the city gate.

He led the last 300 Liaozhen brothers to guard outside the city, guarding against possible attacks by the Later Jin soldiers.

"After we enter the main city, if you guys come up, I'll kill all these Tartar dogs!"

Qin Jianxun shouted to the person behind him, and swung the heavy sword in his hand towards a Yehe soldier in front who was still shooting arrows.

Mao Wenlong didn't say anything else, and his face returned to its stern look.

Looking up at the Hunhe River filled with floating corpses, he thought of his dead fourth brother.

If they were defeated in the battle of Hunhe today and the Tartars occupied Liaodong, the more than 100 members of the Mao family in Yiyang would also be killed by the Tartars.

"I'm not leaving today. Together with General Liu, I'll defend Shenyang to the death!"

The five hundred Liao soldiers brought out from the east gate had just fought a bloody battle with the Zhenglan Banner, and another two hundred of them died.

The last three hundred brothers in front of us are the last resistance force of Liaozhen in the Hunhe battlefield.

The Liao soldiers all looked up at Mao Wenlong.

Their armor was torn, the heavy swords in their hands had holes in them, their bodies were exhausted, and fire was in their eyes.

"General, look! This is General Liu's banner!"

Mao Wenlong followed the sound and looked towards the east gate.

Amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, a 17-foot-tall general's flag was still fluttering brightly on the battlefield.

Under the general's command flag, General Liu, fully armored, galloped on his horse and waved the flag frequently.

Behind the Blue Banner formation, a rain of arrows continued to rise.

While Mao Wenlong was stopping to look, two of General Liu's horses had been shot.

The sound of war drums suddenly became intense and rapid, this was the order for a general attack!
A hundred steps away from the general's flag, there was an earthen slope built during the construction of the Hunhe River fortifications, which was almost as high as the city wall.

At some point, the Kaiyuan army's golden drums had been pushed to the top of the earthen slope.

The golden drum, more than eight feet high, is firmly fixed on a wooden frame.

Four bare-chested drummers swung their drumsticks wildly at the giant drums that were a head taller than themselves.

In Mao Wenlong's field of vision, he could vaguely see the drummer's majestic back, dancing on the hillside like a Vajra Arhat.

Cold arrows, like locusts, shot towards the top of the slope from all directions from time to time.

The four golden drummers seemed completely unaware and paid no attention to the sharp arrows.

They were like tireless puppets, waving their drumsticks with all their might under the gaze of tens of thousands of people on both sides.

The sound of drums is like thousands of troops breaking through the ice.

It's like the rolling spring thunder, with a momentum that can topple mountains.

Mao Wenlong, who was two miles away, felt his blood boiling when he heard this.

He looked up at the drummer and shouted his praises.

"What a hero! He boosts the morale of our army!"

More than 300 Liao soldiers could no longer hold back and were clamoring to go into the city to seek revenge on the Tartars!

Suddenly, a Liao soldier in front of me shouted:
"Look! There are Tartars on the north bank!"

More than 300 Liao soldiers looked towards the north.

But on the north bank, war horses were neighing, and the overwhelming number of soldiers of the Plain White Banner rushed towards the pontoon bridge like a tide.

The wave of armored soldiers quickly overwhelmed a group of Ming people holding weapons.

"The White Banner is coming! We can't let Huang Taiji cross the river! Otherwise, Shenyang will be finished!"

Mao Wenlong roared, took off the damaged chain mail on his body, stripped off the fine armor from the corpse of Bayala next to him, and put it on himself.

He turned around and looked at his brothers.

"If you want to kill the Tartars, follow me!"

The three hundred Liao soldiers raised their heads and shouted in unison:

"Kill the Tartars!"

Mao Wenlong nodded:

"Change your armor! Dig through the dead bodies for spears, bows, and shields, and find some gunpowder!"

"Everyone says we in Liaozhen are cowards. Today, we're three hundred against three thousand. We must defend this bridge!"

(End of this chapter)