The Ming Dynasty began from Sarhu

Chapter 422 Great Victory
Liu Zhaosun was in a murderous mood. He mounted his horse and swung his spear. He used a Liquan spear, which was as thick as a bowl, and he struck and hit the gunners, killing countless people and knocking down their horses.

There were also gunners who risked their lives. More than a dozen of them dragged the red cannon and fired at Emperor Wuding. Liu Zhaosun rode his horse to the front and stabbed down with his spear. The long spear was like a kebab of lamb, killing five or six people on the spot.

"kill!"

The morale of the Qi army was high. Zhang Dong led the remaining cavalry and rushed over, madly hacking at the isolated Ming troops. With Emperor Wu Ding leading the way, more than a hundred cavalrymen only needed to harvest the fleeing soldiers. They came like a black iron stream, rolling in and invincible.

In a short moment, most of Huang Degong's gunners were killed. The Ming soldiers who survived had no fighting spirit and fled in all directions. It was not their fault. After all, the general commander, Mr. Huang, had already fled. How could these defeated soldiers resist the god-like Emperor Wu Ding?

"Your Majesty, that bastard Huang Degong escaped!"

Zhang Mazi reined in his horse and rushed forward, breathing heavily, his helmet and armor covered in blood. He raised his sword and pointed it towards the east. Liu Zhaosun saw that a mile away, a group of servants were surrounding a chubby general and fleeing eastward.

Zhang Dong was about to spurr forward to give chase, but Liu Zhaosun shouted, "Forget him, let's kill these gunners first! Leave Fatty Huang to me!"

Zhang Dong nodded and was about to leave when he saw Emperor Wuding dismount from his horse.

"Your Majesty, you..."

Zhang Mazi was still surprised when he saw Emperor Wuding striding forward, swinging his hammer to kill two gunners who rushed up, and going straight to a red cannon. Liu Zhaosun grabbed the cannon wheel with both hands, bent forward, and dug his feet into the soil like tree roots. He looked up to the sky and let out a long roar. The red cannon weighing more than 3,000 pounds was actually moved, and the muzzle was pointed directly at Huang Degong who was fleeing in panic.

Liu Zhaosun skillfully picked up the wool brush next to the gun carriage, cleaned the barrel, and then used a long-handled gunpowder spoon to scoop a spoonful of gunpowder from the wooden barrel, filled the barrel with it, and then compacted the gunpowder with a loading pestle...
boom!
With a loud bang, an iron ball weighing more than eight pounds burst out from the barrel of the Red Cannon. The iron ball passed over the tragic battlefield and hit Huang Degong's mount which was fleeing quickly a mile away.

Zhang Dong stabbed a fleeing artilleryman with his sword, sheathed it, looked up at Emperor Wu Ding, then glanced eastward, muttering:

"Can this be hit?"

Emperor Wu Ding mounted his horse and rushed forward to the archers of Liu Zeqing who were still resisting stubbornly. Without even turning his head, he said:
"Let the cannonballs fly for a while."

As soon as he finished speaking, the round ball of flesh that was running wildly a mile away was hit by a shell. Huang Degong didn't even have time to scream before his fat body shattered into pieces.

Zhang Mazi opened his mouth wide and remained silent for a long time.

By this time, it was already bright outside, and Huang Degong's troops had already fled in all directions. Most of his 20,000-plus soldiers had escaped, and were killed by the enemy. Thousands were trampled to death by their own people. The rest wished their parents had not given them two more legs, and before Liu Zhaosun could kill them, they dropped their weapons and fled in all directions.

The surviving Qi soldiers on the Guangji Gate witnessed the hearty slaughter below. New recruits, newly recruited a month earlier, began to ask their comrades who this godlike general, capable of defeating a hundred enemies on his own, was.

"Fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine!"

A musketeer forgot to press down the ammunition with a cleaning rod when he was halfway through loading it. He stared blankly at the red figure whistling like the wind below the city. Every time the general killed an enemy soldier, he would draw a white line on the city wall with chalk. Before he knew it, he had counted to sixty.

"Oh my goodness, the gods have come down to earth,"

The surrounding soldiers stopped their work, the gunners forgot to fire, the archers stopped drawing their bows, and they all lay on the battlements of the city wall and looked down. The Ming army archers and artillerymen who had been fighting with them just now were now fleeing in all directions on the battlefield like frightened rabbits. Thousands of them were chased and killed by more than a hundred cavalrymen. These Ming army soldiers who were as fierce as wolves and tigers just now would rather die than look back and take a look at the enemy general who was like a murderous god.

When Pu Gang heard the news, he hurried over from the east gate, Weiwu Gate. Under his supervision, the auxiliary soldiers had just put out the fire that was set last night. Compared with the west gate, Guangji Gate, which was in the midst of fighting, there were almost no enemies in the east.

General Pu Gang, who was calm by nature, flew into a rage when he saw this scene on the city wall. He pointed at the two pheasants in charge of this section of the city wall and shouted:
"What are you all doing? Looking at the scenery on the top of the city?" (You are looking at the lonely scenery)

A pheasant captain raised his arm and pointed tremblingly in the distance, pointing to the red figure rushing around and charging into the enemy formation, and said excitedly:

"General Pu, what is that?"

Pu Gang grabbed the telescope, furious. According to Kaiyuan military law, these new recruits should be beheaded...

Pu Gang was about to order the pacification soldiers to come up and beat them with military sticks when his expression suddenly changed. The Jiangbei Four Battalions stationed across the moat had become a mess. There was no one in the camp of Wu Sangui and Zuo Liangyu. The camp of Liu Zeqing and Huang Degong was slightly better. A group of defeated soldiers were running around like headless flies. It seemed that the camp had been blown up.

Suddenly, that familiar figure appeared.

Under the siege of hundreds of Liu Zeqing's servants, the general swung his spear, which was as thick as a bowl, and stabbed, thrust, hit, blocked, grabbed, pounced, pointed and pushed. He rode forward and charged at high speed, and servants were constantly stabbed to death by the spear.

"Emperor,"

Pu Gang, who was dressed in armor and stern, suddenly jumped up like a child, jumping three feet high. He hugged the bewildered Zhi Chang beside him and laughed loudly:
"Hahaha! The emperor is back! The emperor is back! The emperor is back!!" The new soldiers on the city wall stared at their commander in amazement. Most of them had never seen Emperor Wuding. Even if they had, they could not see clearly the fierce man who could fight against a hundred enemies alone two miles away.

"General Pu, the bandits have been defeated. Should we give chase?"

Pu Gang regained his composure at this moment. He coughed twice, cleared his throat, and tried hard to suppress his inner ecstasy. He said seriously in front of the soldiers:

"Ahem, pass on my orders. All soldiers in the city are mobilized. The cavalry battalion will attack the enemy's flanks. The musketeers will form up outside the city and pursue the enemy in battle formation to welcome Emperor Wu Ding into the city!"

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Thunderous shouts rang out from the four gates of Linqing, and the thousand-pound gates creaked up. The soldiers in the city, who had been impatient for a long time, swarmed out like a tide, and the black antelope flag of the 14th Guards Army instantly flooded the battlefield.

Flags covered the sky, swords and spears were like a forest, armor rang, and horses' hooves flew.

The deep sounds of cymbals, gongs and trumpets rang in their ears. The Qi army, which had been trapped in the isolated city for two months, attacked under the command of the battalion commanders. They joined forces from the four gates of Linqing to the battlefield of Guangjimen. The soldiers vented all the anger that had been suppressed in their hearts for more than two months and chased after the defeated troops of Huang Degong and Liu Zeqing who were fleeing in front of them.

Eight hundred Kaiyuan cavalrymen roared out of the city. After crossing the moat, their horses spread out into two wings, like a sharply curved scythe, encircling the fleeing remnants of Huang Degong and Liu Zeqing's army from both sides. The cavalrymen stood on their horses, the wind whistling in their ears, and from time to time, infantry field artillery passed overhead, smashing into the enemy lines ahead. As they drew closer, stragglers began to appear in front of them. The Kaiyuan cavalry, swinging their scimitars, used their horses' speed to cut down these stragglers one by one. Once they reached the main enemy formation, the riders spared no effort in their ammunition and arrows, using their flintlock muskets and horse bows to fiercely attack the fleeing Ming troops on both wings.

Huang Degong and Liu Zeqing's troops were almost completely destroyed, and half of the tens of thousands of troops escaped. The remaining ten thousand or so were already frightened birds. Many of them abandoned their weapons and armor, but still failed to escape. In the end, many of them were trapped in the narrow space in front of them, which was four or five hundred meters long and two or three hundred meters wide, and were left to be slaughtered by the Qi army.

The cavalry swept across the two wings at high speed, and hundreds of corpses fell on the plains. The surviving Ming army was even more terrified and moved desperately to the center of the formation. In the middle were elite soldiers and the servants of the two generals. They were pushed by the panicked crowd in front, behind, and left and right. They had nowhere to retreat and kept waving their swords to chop at the screaming and running fleeing soldiers.

More than a thousand musketeers formed three horizontal rows, and with the passionate drumbeats, they quickly approached the enemy's formation. In order to avoid being attacked by the cavalry, many of the panicked Ming soldiers turned around and rushed towards the musketeers.

At the command of their flag captain, the three hundred musketeers in the front row began to load ammunition into their flintlock rifles. The sword and shield soldiers hurried forward, holding up their long shields to protect their teammates who were loading ammunition. A hundred steps away, a large group of defeated soldiers rushed towards this side, shouting wildly. Some of the archers who were trapped among them raised their bows and shot at the musketeers.

Arrows banged against the long shields outside, and occasionally one or two arrow feathers passed through the gaps between the shields and hit the musketeers hiding behind them.

"Load!"

"Compact!"

"Raise the gun!"

The flag captain shouted at the top of his lungs, and as a sharp bamboo whistle sounded, the long shields in front were immediately withdrawn, and the front-row musketeers pulled the triggers one after another. At the same time, dozens of light arrows whizzed into the crowd, and screams were heard from the musketeers.

boom! boom!
After a round of volleys, the Ming army that had rushed to within fifty steps fell to the ground one after another, like a wheat field blown by a strong wind. More than two hundred corpses fell to the ground. Some people were shot in the limbs and were not dead yet. They twisted their bodies like big snakes and howled on the ground.

"Raise the gun!"

"Fire!"

Without waiting for the enemy to react, the second round of musketeers pulled the trigger again, and the enemy fell down again. Of the five or six hundred defeated soldiers, only dozens were still standing.

In the end, these dozens of people were covered in blood, with bloodstains on their heads and bodies from the people around them. They looked at each other, and without waiting for the third round of volleys to sound, they screamed and fled in all directions.

The musketeers began firing freely. After three rounds of continuous firing, the ground ahead was littered with corpses, with over a thousand Ming soldiers lying helpless. The commander blew a bamboo whistle, and the musketeers retreated. The black antelope battle flag fluttered fiercely. Two thousand spearmen, the main force of the 14th Guards Army, marched under the banner. They formed five dense forests of spears and marched in a steady pace, plowing across the battlefield like razors, piercing every enemy who was still alive...
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Emperor Wuding, his face covered in blood, rode his horse slowly through the Guangji Gate of Linqing, surrounded by the Central Army Guard and officers of the 14th Guard Army. The city walls were filled with onlookers, including soldiers and civilians. Among the huge crowd, many newly recruited soldiers and local people climbed up the battlements, risking their lives to get a glimpse of Emperor Wuding.

Emperor Wuding had just fought a fierce battle, killing or wounding more than a hundred enemy soldiers. He changed his warhorse three times and personally led his soldiers to pursue the enemy to the north, fighting another fierce battle. Only at this time did he feel physically exhausted and waved to the tens of thousands of Linqing soldiers and civilians.

"The Qi army will win!"

"Wan Sheng!"

Thunderous cheers rang out all around, and Liu Zhaosun felt like his ears were about to be deafened. He slowly glanced around, feeling angry without being intimidating, and forced himself to cheer up.

"The Emperor is mighty!"

"The Emperor is mighty!"

(End of this chapter)