The Ming Dynasty began from Sarhu

Chapter 23 Turnaround
General Liu stood firm as a mountain, and everyone was ready to attack like fire, to confront the enemy with a fierce battle.

If Liu Jing died in battle, these foreign soldiers would be like fish on the chopping board in Liaozhen without the protection of their superiors.

Of course, for some southern soldiers, the idea of surrendering to the Qing army and becoming baoyi was also present.

However, to persuade these soldiers from the southern countryside, who have strong clan ideology, to shave their pigtails and speak the barbarian language for the rest of their lives is more painful than chopping off their heads.

Without hair, you cannot recognize your ancestors and become a lonely ghost who will go to hell.

The two military supervisors' servants were incorporated into the battle array to fight a desperate battle with the Jiannu.

The two men also changed into chain mail and held weapons in their hands.

Although civil servants in the Ming Dynasty had various shortcomings, most of them had good integrity.

"Defeat the Jiannu and you will survive!"

More than 300 servants raised their arms and shouted:
"Kill the Jiannu!"

Liu Zhaosun, holding a lance, was the first to rush down the hill.

The servants spurred their horses and followed the captain's horse closely. The three hundred cavalrymen rushed towards the bandits at the foot of the mountain like a rolling torrent.

Kang Yingqian and Qiao Yiqi looked at each other in surprise.

The two men rode forward, feeling a surge of excitement and grandeur in their hearts.

Qiao Yiqi drew his sword, slapped the back of the blade against the horse's belly, and laughed wildly to the sky:

"Why don't men take Wu Gou and take over the fifty states of Guanshan? That's what a real man should do! Kill the Jiannu!"

The setting sun enveloped the earth, and blood flowed like a ravine through the white snow. Jin Yinghe leaned against a tall willow tree, shouting at the top of his lungs.

Three large bows were thrown around the Korean general. The bowstring of one of them had broken, and the black bow body looked like a hibernating snake.

Five or six steps away from the willow tree, there is a trench more than two feet deep, extending from Shajianzi Hill to the bank of Hunjiang River.

The edge of the trench was densely packed with arrows, and from time to time light arrows fell from the sky and pierced the corpses.

There were corpses lying all around the trench, including spearmen wearing battle jackets, well-equipped Korean archers, and some Bayaras wearing white armor.

Some people in the trench began to move with difficulty. Their bodies were covered in blood, and it was impossible to tell whether they were Ming soldiers or Korean soldiers.

After the comrades above made sure that there was no danger, the people below hurriedly piled up the bodies outside the trench, stacking them up like sandbags to block the heavy arrows whizzing from the opposite side.

"General Deng!"

A burly Ming army general and several servants used rattan shields to shield the general's body, and they staggered back to the edge of the trench.

Deng Qilong had more than a dozen arrow feathers stuck in his body, and his red battle jacket was stained with countless blood.

Two hundred steps behind him, the Zhenyi warriors, armed with thick shields and broadswords, stepped on the dense corpses of spearmen on the ground and surged towards this side like a tide.

Four thousand Zhejiang soldiers fought hard for two hours, killing and wounding more than a thousand soldiers of the Bordered Blue Banner Zhenyi. As the artillery in the rear exploded and the Korean gunners collapsed, this isolated army gradually lost all support and finally collapsed across the board.

Long spears and double-layer armor were not conducive to retreat. The Zhenyi soldiers in the front approached the fleeing soldiers at an astonishing speed, hacking and killing them from behind. As a result, the defeated Zhejiang soldiers became the biggest achievement of the Bordered Blue Banner in this battle.

When the front line collapsed, Deng Qilong sent elite servants to supervise the battle, but it was of little use. Faced with the rout of thousands of people, the role of just dozens of servants was too weak and they were quickly overwhelmed by the tide of spearmen.

Despite this, there were still five or six hundred brave Zhejiang soldiers who did not flee and made a final resistance. Without the advantage of the formation, the spearmen's combat effectiveness was greatly reduced, and they were no match for the Jurchen hunters in a single fight.

These Ming troops, who had nowhere to escape, faced the overwhelming force of the Jiannu army and the imminent destruction of their army, and finally chose to break up into small groups.

The Qi family army started with the Mandarin Duck Formation, and this formation is deeply rooted in the blood of every Zhejiang soldier.

They quickly dispersed into seventy or eighty mandarin duck formations, with long shields and spears in front and halberds, maces and wolf-milling weapons in the back, specifically to kill the sporadic Jiannu who advanced rashly.

The Zhenyi armored soldiers who rushed up from behind avoided these tough hedgehogs, bypassed the defensive mandarin duck formations, and chased the collapsed Ming army in front.

Soldiers of the Bordered Blue Banner came continuously to the south, and the Bayala wearing white armor appeared in front of the formation. They rushed towards the various Yuanyang battle formations with long shields in hand. These strong and ferocious Bayala attacked the thin Yuanyang battle formations of the Ming army like wild beasts.

These Bayalas smashed open gaps in the mandarin duck formations, and those holding long shields were knocked over by them.

The white-armored soldiers rushed into the Ming army with unstoppable momentum. The spears and halberds in the hands of the Zhejiang soldiers became useless at this time. Bayara roared like a beast, waving the long axes and swords in his hands, and madly hacked and killed the surrounding Ming soldiers.

The Zhejiang soldiers, who were forced into a desperate situation, used long swords to stab these ferocious enemies. Their weapons were no match for heavy soldiers such as spears and maces. A young Zhejiang soldier had his head shattered by a mace, but his arms were still tightly holding a white-armored soldier, stabbing his dagger into his neck.

The Mandarin Duck Formation was torn apart one by one by the well-equipped Bayala. This small battle formation could stop the lightly armored Japanese pirates. However, with the formation not tight and equipment missing, they were no match for the elite Bayala white-armored soldiers of the Later Jin Dynasty. A formation of Zhejiang soldiers could only kill one white-armored soldier after suffering heavy casualties.

The Zhejiang soldiers in the Mandarin Duck Formation at the back watched their comrades die in battle, but they just silently clenched their halberds or spears, preparing for death.

The front-line battle formation has been completely broken through, and the final massacre of the Zhejiang soldiers has begun.

Bayara also suffered heavy losses. In a blink of an eye, more than 20 people were killed or injured. The Niulu Ezhen looked at the fallen white-armored soldiers and gritted their teeth.

In front of the position, an aggressive white-armored soldier broke into the Mandarin Duck Formation. This Ming army was fairly well-equipped, with both wolf-whip, long spears and short weapons. Densely packed weapons surrounded this Bayara.

He roared, and then two spearmen came up quickly, two spears rushing towards him at the same time. Bayala immediately dispersed, blocking the spears with a mace and retreating. At this time, a halberd came from the side and he dodged, and a spear suddenly pierced his calf. He smashed the spear with the mace, and the halberd pierced his lower abdomen. The iron mace hit him in the face, and he took two steps back against his body and collapsed to the ground. The dense weapons pierced his body...

After witnessing the death of Bayala, the most elite soldier in the flag, Fei Yingwu decided not to waste any more time. With a command, a group of archers stepped forward, approached the various mandarin duck formations, aimed at the positions that could not be blocked by the long-shield soldiers in the front, and shot the halberd soldiers in the back with heavy arrows.

The Ming army had long lost the protection of bows and arrows, and most of the soldiers in the Mandarin Duck Formation had no bows, arrows or muskets, so they could only hide behind shields and take the beating.

The archers of the Bordered Blue Banner were shooting with great enthusiasm, and kept advancing forward, until one unlucky archer was hit in the face by a flying axe thrown from the Mandarin Duck Formation, and fell to the ground and rolled over. The rest of the people took a few steps back.

The heavy arrows hit the long shield heavily, making a buzzing sound. Ming soldiers were constantly hit by arrows and fell to the ground with muffled groans.

Gradually, only a square formation of more than 30 long shields remained on the battlefield, with the Zhejiang soldiers who were fighting stubbornly hiding behind them.

"Let's go out and fight them! I'd rather be shot to death than be a bondservant!"

Behind the long shield, Pu Gang, the halberd-wielding soldier, spat, and the long shield in front of him made a buzzing sound, and another heavy arrow hit the cowhide shield.

Their team, a temporary mandarin duck formation, had only ten people, and they were missing a wolf-milling warrior. The remaining ten people were surrounded by the Zhenyi warriors at a distance of fifty steps from the trench. One of the only two long shields left was damaged, and they could not hold out for long. Once the archers got around behind them, they would be finished.

The two nodded at the same time, ignoring the flag captain's scolding, and prepared to rush out of the long board.

Suddenly, bursts of snowflakes began to billow in the distance and the earth shook violently, as if tens of millions of war horses were galloping towards them.

The archer with the Bordered Blue Banner who was shooting fiercely in the front had not yet reacted when his body was hit by the horse's head and flew backwards. Before he landed on the ground, he was picked up by the lance behind him and fell to the ground, where he was quickly turned into meat paste by the messy horse hooves.

"Ming Army Cavalry!"

(End of this chapter)