Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 240: Instead of running away, you approached me? (Two chapters in one)

Niuhulu Turg, who was ordered by the emperor to guard Liaoyang, soon led 15,000 auxiliary troops south and encountered enemy troops.

The slaves in various garrisons were also forced to follow their bannermen masters into battle. Their hands and feet were tied together with ropes, and they looked like a group of hardworking ants pushing ammunition and food carts.

When the grain carts arrived, they were driven to the side and rear by a group of armed guards.

In the center of the battlefield was a grassland with a mound about one meter high, surrounded by dense woods. The lingering white mist filled the forest, making it impossible to see if there was anything hidden in the forest.

Two thousand poorly dressed Beiwei soldiers stood two miles away from the Eight Banners soldiers.

The Beiwei army stood in a loose position, as if a few hundred cavalrymen could rush over and cut through the two thousand men like a hot knife through butter.

The weapons of the Beiwei Army were of inferior quality and crude. Some had simple spears and shields, some had a steel knife and half a door panel, some had a wooden pitchfork, some had a kitchen knife tied to a wooden root, and some even took out the captured iron pots and hung them on their chests as protective gear.

"I thought the Han dogs who took Gaizhou and Haizhou were some powerful Ming army, but I didn't expect them to be just a bunch of rabble, not even fully equipped with weapons. How dare they dare to fight our Qing warriors head-on?"

Turge laughed, laughing at the Ming army's unawareness of their own capabilities, their ignorance of life and death, and their daring to fight against the Eight Banners soldiers.

At the very least, the Qing dynasty bannermen would wear thick cloth clothes, or chain mail and leather.

Their weapons and training levels were not at the same level. Turge didn't understand why these Ming soldiers would jump out to fight against the Qing warriors even though they knew they would die?

Are you really eager to see the King of Hell?

Turge secretly cursed the defenders of Gaizhou and Haizhou, wondering what they were doing, as they couldn't even defeat such a weak Ming army.

Unless the troops sent out in this battle were not the elite of the Beiwei Army, but a group of "newly recruited" soldiers. The real elite troops might be hiding in the woods on both sides.

Turge smiled contemptuously, thinking that the enemy had few soldiers and no strategy, and that they looked down on his combat experience.

He is a veteran who has fought with Emperor Huang Taiji for many years. How could he be fooled by such trivial tricks?

He immediately sent out a thousand Qing cavalrymen in two groups to shoot arrows into the woods, making sure to force out the "ambush troops" hiding in the woods.

Tan Tai, who was on horseback nearby, seemed to remember something and drove his warhorse to Turge's side to warn him—

The enemy possesses a special sharp bird gun that can accurately kill targets from two or three hundred steps away.

Tan Tai persuaded Turge to dismount quickly and hide in the infantry formation, otherwise he would be killed by the enemy's "Thunder Gun", and the more than 10,000 auxiliary soldiers would be instantly defeated, and the slaves accompanying the army would also be taken advantage of by the enemy soldiers for nothing.

Turge originally wanted to reject Tan Tai's proposal because if the commander dismounted, the soldiers would not be able to see him, which would not only bring shame to himself but also lower the morale of the soldiers.

Tan Tai used to be Gushan Ezhen, but now he has been demoted to the commander of the guards. It can be said that his influence is not taken seriously.

However, considering that Tan Tai had once entered the pass and fought against the Black Flag Camp, and that both the Beiwei Army and the Black Flag Camp were trained by one person, it is not surprising that he learned the technique of making sharp bird guns.

So Turge cautiously accepted Tan Tai's suggestion, dismounted, and joined the infantry.

Tan Tai followed closely behind, reminding him all the time not to expose his body and to make sure there were a few people in front of him to serve as "human shields".

Turge thought to himself, isn't Tan Tai too cautious?

If there is always someone standing in front of me, how can I kill the Han dogs with my own hands?

At this moment, thousands of Qing cavalry who had attacked returned safely. Each of them shot ten arrows intermittently, but they did not force out any enemy soldiers, nor did they hear the screams of any prey.

Some Qing cavalry even dismounted and went into the woods to investigate, where they saw arrows stuck in the ground but no enemy bodies.

It's impossible that all the members of the Beiwei Army were half-buried underground, dying silently after being shot by arrows, just to cover up other brothers who were hiding, right?
"Hahaha!"

Turge was relieved. The Beiwei Army really only had 2,000 weak soldiers. The 15,000 auxiliary troops he had specially assembled had become a sledgehammer to overkill. What a waste.

He guessed that the main force of the Beiwei Army had either suffered heavy losses or gone to the surrounding garrisons to kill flags and seize slaves, and only used this weak brigade to delay the reinforcements from Liaoyang.

There is just one thing that Turge is very worried about, as there has been no news from His Majesty for several days.

The latest news about His Majesty's whereabouts was reported back from Gaizhou a few days ago - the grain transport team failed to return north, and the scouts sent out never returned.

Before His Majesty went on the expedition, he issued strict orders to the garrisons in various places, forbidding them to leave their garrisons without permission. If they encountered the guerrilla forces of the Beiwei Army, they had to organize three to five times as many auxiliary troops to fight them. That was why the defenders of Gaizhou did not dare to go south to investigate without permission.

There is still no news from Your Majesty. Could it be that you have reached Jinzhou and Lushun and are still organizing the defeated soldiers and Han slaves, making it difficult for you to return for the time being?
Turge shook his head to get rid of these distracting thoughts.

No matter what, this encounter is a battle between 15,000 auxiliary troops and 2,000 weak soldiers, and the advantage is on the side of the Qing Dynasty!
No, Turge suddenly thought that he couldn't just wipe out the Beiwei Army.

He wanted to torture the Beiwei Army for a few days in front of the slaves to deter the slaves from their restless hearts.

Even if the Beiwei Army took advantage of the absence of the main force of the Qing Dynasty and managed to break into the Liaozhong Plain, it would only be temporary. These slaves will always be the "two-legged donkeys" of the Qing Dynasty!
When the slaves saw the Beiwei Army, they despaired.

Lin Di also had a sad face, and felt as if an iron hand was grabbing his heart, and the blood in his body seemed to be flowing back and clogging up.

My eldest brother collapsed on the ground from exhaustion and was whipped to death by the Baoyi. My brothers and others hoped that the Beiwei Army would scatter nectar, but they were betrayed by a traitor. Now the Beiwei Army has indeed arrived as promised, but they look too weak -

Even if Lindy squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, he could still see a vague and thin outline.

How can such a weak line withstand the superior forces of the Tartars?
The hope that had been ignited with great difficulty was shattered again. Lin Di wondered, are the violent Tartars the "justice" that follows the will of heaven?

"Forward!" Turge shouted loudly, and the Eight Banners soldiers formed into several waves of horizontal rows and advanced slowly.

The distance between the two armies was soon shortened by half, and Turge, hiding behind the soldiers, could hear the angry roars from the Beiwei army to boost their courage.

"Come here, wild boar skin!"

The Beiwei Army still stood stupidly in a loose formation, as if waiting for the Eight Banners Army to approach them.

Gazing at the enemy's poor weapons and loose formation, Turge smiled disdainfully: "Haha, they are indeed newly trained auxiliary troops, without even a hint of military tactics."

When they reached a certain distance, Turge shouted, "Archers, move forward!"

Thousands of archers walked out from the gaps between the soldiers, drew their bows and shot arrows into the air.

Thousands of arrows flew out, whistling and drawing chaotic parabolas in the air.

Whistling arrows fell from the sky into the Beiwei army's position, but because the Beiwei army was poorly equipped, their shields and iron pots could only barely block them.

The first round of arrows fell to the ground, and the second round of arrows was already thrown into the air.

They shot into the bodies of the Ming army without any hindrance, and the arrows pierced into the soft flesh without armor or leather, like a dagger inserted into a piece of white lard, causing bursts of screams and cries of pain.

There was no need for any command for the subsequent volleys; all the archers followed their usual combat rhythm and simultaneously released their hands that were holding the bowstrings.

In the distance, many members of the Beiwei Army screamed and fell to the ground, wailing while covering their wounds. Occasionally, one could hear the crisp sound of arrows hitting wooden shields, or the muffled sound of arrows sticking into the ground.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

The dull sound of arrows cutting through the air seemed to be right next to his ears. Turg realized that if the Beiwei Army continued to be "taken advantage of" by the archers like this, it would collapse due to heavy casualties in just a few rounds.

Turge swallowed his saliva and waited calmly for the Ming army to be defeated amid screams and wails.

The archers would fire several rounds in a row and then retreat to take a rest, and a new round of archers would take their place to continue firing.

When he saw that the morale of the Beiwei Army was unstable because of the sixth round of projectiles, and some people began to shout words such as "We can't win", "Let's run", "The dog Tartars are too fast", which showed a tendency towards defeat, he immediately realized that this was a good opportunity to make the final decision!
"Draw your sword and charge, break the enemy's line!" Turge drew his sword and his loud voice floated over the grass.

The spearmen and sword and shield soldiers quickened their pace and marched forward, and all the archers dismounted and fought on foot. After all, there were trees on both sides of the enemy, making it difficult for the cavalry to charge.

Turge mixed in with the charging team, put his bow on his back, drew the steel knife from his waist, and joined the charge of the large army.

"Come on!"

The army of tens of thousands of mixed combat and auxiliary troops was like a surging wave. With an explosive roar, the Eight Banners Army and the Beiwei Army engaged in close combat.

Turge was mixed in with the soldiers and could not see the specific details of the battle in front of him, but he could vaguely hear the dull sound of metal weapons and spear arrows piercing the flesh, and the sound of blood splattering.

The wooden shafts of the spears collided with each other with a loud clattering sound. Turge felt as if he was in a forest of spears, with his vision blocked by the wooden shafts.

The flag soldiers roared strangely and the Ming soldiers screamed. Turge raised his long sword and desperately pushed away the surrounding spearmen, trying to get closer to the enemy infantry and chop off a few heads with his own hands.

The flag bearers were crowded together and motionless. Turge suddenly felt as if he was being squeezed in the center and pushed by the armored men who were vying for military merit.

In fact, when Turge was being swept along by the flag soldiers and running, he felt a little confused.

The enemy's morale had clearly plummeted after being hit by several rounds of volleys, so why was our formation and advance so slowly that they were crowded together?
Turge sniffed sharply, and a moist mist mixed with the smell of blood filled his nostrils, and his brows immediately furrowed.

"Retreat! Retreat!" Some Ming soldiers, unable to bear the casualties, began to shout. "Run! Run if you want to live!"

"The Tartars are too strong, we are no match for them!"

"run!"

The mood of defeat spread like a surging wave, and more and more people retreated. Although the leader of the Beiwei Army roared loudly to "continue fighting", he still could not suppress the chain rout of the entire army.

As a short spear was thrown through the air, it hit the neck of the Beiwei army leader. The latter's whole body stiffened and he fell down with his head tilted back.

The large-scale rout could no longer be reversed, and the Ming army fled in panic.

The Ming army's defense line showed countless gaps, and the Eight Banners soldiers took advantage of the situation to push forward. Turge suddenly felt the pressure of the crowd around him relieved, and his vision suddenly became clear.

Turge suddenly felt that he had underestimated this "weak brigade" of the Beiwei Army. They fought in close combat for a long time before they collapsed.

"Charge forward and kill them all!" The extremely excited flag soldier yelled at the top of his voice.

Is this victory?
Turge didn't have time to think, he picked up his long sword and followed the Eight Banners soldiers to chase the defeated soldiers.

His heart was pounding like a luxury supercar running at full capacity after being filled with gas. The joy of defeating the Beiwei Army brought him endless excitement and pride. At this moment, his self-confidence grew from a thatched hut on the ground to a three-story building.

A weak team is a weak team, hahaha!

Turge's throat was dry and his whole body was hot from excitement. The cries of the defeated and killed Ming soldiers were like a glass of fine wine, which made Turge slightly tipsy and his chest seemed to be filled with a ball of burning flames.

At this moment, he couldn't help but want to announce his great victory to the prince who stayed behind in Shenyang!
He felt that he was very powerful at the moment, and could even challenge the elite of the Beiwei Army one-on-one!
Turge roared in his heart, where are the elite Beiwei Army with one black top and five captives!

He wants to fight ten people alone!
"Kill! Kill! Beat these bastards up!"

Turge roared loudly, and the air was filled with the stench of blood and urine from the dead. A large number of Ming soldiers were defeated and killed.

Countless armored men seemed to have transformed into hunters in the grass and woods, chasing after the fleeing soldiers with their backs exposed.

Although Turge is almost fifty years old, he still has a lot of physical strength, even not inferior to some men in their thirties or forties.

He quickly stepped forward and kicked down a young Ming soldier who was fighting hard, and stabbed him in the chest and abdomen. The boy fell to the ground after being stabbed, but he still locked his steel knife and cursed before he died, without any fear that a defeated soldier should have.

Without carrying out the idea of ​​torturing the enemy soldiers, Turge lowered the steel knife heavily, pierced the chest of the young Ming soldier, then pulled it out and stabbed it again at the heart.

"Ahhh!" The sudden screams of several Eight Banners soldiers attracted the attention of all the armored men.

The remaining Beiwei troops ran away from both sides, and a shadow loomed over them.

Turge discovered a phalanx of infantry in front of him, ready for battle. At a glance, there were about two thousand people.

Two thousand soldiers were armed with spears and square shields, covered in iron plates and chain mail, and wearing black combat boots. The luxurious equipment and the fierce murderous aura made Turge shudder.

Could this be the true elite of the Beiwei Army, whose weapons, equipment, and military bearing are even more rigorous and powerful than those of the Eight Banners Army?!
"Wind! Strong wind! Strong wind!"

Suddenly, a powerful shout was heard, and the spear phalanx roared and moved forward, like an iron wall closing in step by step.

As if infected and summoned, the previously fleeing weak troops stopped, picked up weapons left on the roadside, and joined the battle again.

Why are there so many soldiers here?

Just now, the archers scouted around the woods and the battlefield, but they didn't notice that there were reserve troops behind the weak brigade!

"kill!"

Turge didn't waste any more time talking to the Beiwei Army and directly ordered a full-scale attack. The Eight Banners soldiers, who were originally stunned by the sudden appearance of the elite infantry phalanx, regained their killing intent and launched a charge towards the "Ming Army" in front.

Some Qing soldiers even rushed into the woods, intending to flank and attack the Beiwei army formation from both sides.

However, the Beiwei army formations showed no fear at all. They raised their spears in unison. When hundreds of enemies rushed towards them, they roared in unison, "Kill the Tartars!"

The spears in the front row stabbed together, piercing hundreds of Eight Banner soldiers. The screams were soon drowned out by the sound of the advancing infantry phalanx.

The flag soldiers continued to crowd into the phalanx, and then fell down like wheat harvested by a giant sickle.

The Beiwei army phalanx accepted all comers, and when soldiers came, they would fight them; when water came, they would block it with earth. It seemed that no one could stop the advance of the infantry phalanx.

They ruthlessly crushed all the spearmen and sword and shield soldiers who rushed up. They just mechanically raised their spears and thrust, raised their spears and thrust. It was so simple and mindless, relying on their bravery, like steel smashing eggs, tore through the Eight Banners soldiers' lines as they advanced.

Even if the Beiwei army died in hand-to-hand combat, teammates in the back row would step forward to fill their positions.

Even though they still had the advantage in numbers, Turge knew that the gap in strength between the enemy and us was huge. This was not a one-sided massacre of the weak Beiwei troops by the Eight Banners soldiers, but more like the elite Ming army beating up children.

He was immersed in the joy of victory just now, but in an instant he fell to the bottom. The strong contrast and mental pressure made Turge choke in his throat and at a loss.

The Beiwei Army, which had been beaten and fled in panic, seemed to be energized this time, and launched an orderly counterattack relying on its elite infantry phalanxes.

What was even more terrifying was that a large number of elite soldiers of the Beiwei Army suddenly emerged from the woods on both sides, with a total number of two thousand!

Dust and broken leaves kept falling from their bodies, as if they had just been lying on the ground waiting for a long time.

Turge felt his hands and feet were cold and his limbs were weak. Tan Tai lost his courage and ran back.

Since the enemy has such a powerful force, why didn't they use it earlier, but wait for the Beiwei Army to be defeated?
Aren’t they afraid that the fake retreat will turn into a real defeat, leading to the collapse of the entire army’s front?
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The screams of the flag bearer prompted Turge to look around. He felt as if his heart was being grabbed by an invisible hand, and a biting chill pierced his spine to the back of his head.

Another reserve force of the Beiwei Army emerged from the woods and was stuck two miles away from the retreating Eight Banners Army!
The two thousand weak troops were just bait to lure the enemy deeper into the territory. They actually had a full five thousand troops hidden in the surrounding area!
You already have 7,000 soldiers and horses, why didn't you deploy them and fight in a formal battle earlier?

There was also a group of hundreds of crossbowmen who rushed out from the front of the Beiwei army on both sides. They stepped on the backs of their teammates to form a dense phalanx.

"Xu Jin shoot!"

As the crossbowman leader roared, the phalanx soldiers handed their spears to their teammates behind them, drew their steel knives and followed the crossbowmen.

Hundreds of crossbowmen were divided into two horizontal teams.

One team fired arrows at the Eight Banners soldiers, then bent down to reload, while the other team quickly stepped forward, raised their crossbows and pulled the triggers.

When the second round of volleys was fired, the first row had finished reloading and moved to the front of the second row to fire crossbow arrows.

"Wind! Strong wind!" The phalanx soldiers continued to shout, helping the crossbowmen to kill any Tatars who dared to rush up for hand-to-hand combat.

The two teams of crossbowmen continued to shoot and advance.

The three-sided attack squeezed the living space of the Eight Banners soldiers. No matter which side they fought on, they had no way to escape. The Eight Banners soldiers were forced to retreat under the three-sided attack, barely relying on the wooden shields of the sword and shield soldiers to resist the crossbow arrows.

But the wooden shield could not protect all parts of the body, and crossbow arrows still shot in from unprotected areas.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” Screams, groans, calls for help, howls… kept changing in my ears.

The Qing troops continued to retreat, but the Beiwei army was blocking the road behind them. From time to time, Beiwei soldiers hurriedly dressed in their armor and rushed out of the woods to thicken the infantry formation.

Eight hundred bird-gun soldiers appeared from the rear of the retreating Qing troops, with the front row kneeling on one knee and the back row standing with their backs straight.

"Fire!" The gunner captain slashed his sword fiercely, and the gunners in the first row pulled the trigger and fired in unison.

The death whistles of javelins and gunshots flew past his head. Turge tried to lower his body to avoid them, but the crowded Eight Banners soldiers were rapidly consuming the air in the center.

Turge and Tan Tai were pinned down in the center of the Eight Banners Army.

The hot air rising from the soldier's head condensed into a thin mist. He was sweating profusely and had difficulty breathing. The instinct for survival prompted him to hold on to the guards around him, lift his feet two feet off the ground, and stick his head out into the open air to breathe fresh air.

His breathing was rapid and panicked, like a porcupine screaming after being stabbed in the thigh, but the arrows flying from both sides scared him so much that he wanted to retreat back to the line.

However, the Eight Banners soldiers who wanted to retreat inward from all sides were so crowded that Turge was stuck in mid-air by the shoulders and arms of the guards and could not move up or down.

The Beiwei Army used the lives of two thousand "auxiliary soldiers" as bait and successfully lured a group of wild boars into the circle.

Turge was immediately enveloped in despair. His personal situation of being trapped and dying was like the situation of all the Eight Banners soldiers.

They were surrounded by the cunning Beiwei army!

(End of this chapter)