September 19th, the second year of the Great Ming Dynasty.

Liaoyang City, as the first heroic city in this war, is now surrounded by dark clouds, fighting is about to begin, and heavy rain is about to come.

Dozens of Ming army banners were fluttering in the distance. The formations of the Ming army were separated from each other by a certain distance, but they were not independent formations. They were also connected with each other. They used flags, war drums, and cavalry to communicate with each other.

In order to seek mutual support and advance and retreat together in the ever-changing battlefield.

"Most of the Ming army's troops have already camped more than ten miles outside the city. It looks like they are going to engage in a protracted war of attrition with us!"

At the head of Liaoyang City, Wei Qi stood on the battlements, observing the movements of the Ming army in the distance with a telescope. Behind him were Zhenglan Banner Jia La and a group of Niu Lu, as well as some officials in Han attire.

"How many people do you think there are in the Ming army outside the city?" Wei Qi put down his telescope and looked thoughtful.

"Look, there should be more than 100,000," Erden smacked his lips, his eyes full of hatred. Just now he had been looking for Zu Dalue's flag...

"It will never be less than 70,000 to 80,000," another Jia La Ezhen said, with some uncertainty in his tone.

"Looking at their formations and camps, it seems that this is all the property of the Ming army in Liaodong," the civil servant in Han attire also said.

After listening to everyone's words, Wei Qi chuckled: "Whether it's one hundred thousand or seventy or eighty thousand, it's not something we can compete with right now."

Once the number of military formations exceeds 50,000, the mountains and plains will be filled with countless soldiers as far as the eye can see. Even veterans who have been in battle formations cannot estimate at a glance just how many troops there are outside the city.

After listening to Wei Qi's words, the Jurchens at the top of the city turned to look at the Ming army encamped outside the city in full swing without saying a word.

At present, no one in Liaoyang City except Wei Qi knows what the plans of the senior Eight Banners councilors are. However, judging from the contents of yesterday's war preparation military meeting, everyone already understands...

This time, there must be a battle between the Jurchens and the Han people!

"Sir, all the cavalry in the city have been transferred. There is not much combat power in Liaoyang City," Erden supported the battlements, looked at the Ming army in the distance, and murmured: "What do the political kings mean?"<

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"The Minister of Political Affairs wants to change the situation in one battle, but the main battlefield is not in Liaoyang City, and there is no need to defend here desperately," Wei Qi stretched out his hand to press the long knife on his waist, and lowered his armor, almost covering his eyebrows.

No one could clearly see the expression of the deputy commander of the Zhenglan Banner: "But before leaving, just show off to those Ming troops!"

The generals behind him were solemn after hearing this.

Wei Qi reached out and patted the battlements, and had already begun to issue military orders: "Order all the Han slaves in the city to prepare for battle and defend the city. The lower-class soldiers and Bao Yi will wait for military orders and go out of the city to fight to the death with the Ming army! All other bannermen will go to the city to supervise the battle. Those who retreat without authorization

,Kill without mercy!"

The Han slaves defended and the bannermen supervised the battle?

Are you just showing off?

All the generals bowed: "Cha!"

At this moment, as if to heighten the atmosphere of the war, dark gray clouds have begun to accumulate in the sky above Liaoyang City, slowly pressing towards the ground, making everyone on the entire battlefield feel as if a stone is weighing on their hearts.
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With the sound of hunting, Zu Dashou, who was dressed in white heavy armor, came out of the camp and looked at the Liaoyang City that was still standing majestically under the black clouds in the distance.

That city was once the Ming Dynasty's most important town in Liaodong and the seat of the Imperial Office. This battle was extremely important!

"Are you all ready?" Zu Dashou asked his cousin on the side.

"Just wait for your order!" Zu Dale looked excited, and even his tone was trembling with excitement.

This battle must be won!

Looking up at the dark sky again, Zu Dashou seemed to be waiting for something. After getting up, dozens of generals were silent, waiting for the moment when the war began.

At the same time, in the main camp of the left and right armies, Cao Wenzhao, Zhao Lejiao and others had also reined in their horses and led the generals, enjoying the moment of peace before the war began.

Rumble...

The thunder was rolling, as if it was right next to my ears, and accompanied by lightning flashes, heavy rain seemed to follow.

Click!!!

Suddenly, a thunder exploded from the sky, as if a hole had been torn in the sky. The next second, heavy rain poured down from the sky.

"Military bugle!" The moment the thunder sounded, Zu Dashou pulled out the long knife from his waist with all his strength. Rain poured down, and the knife edge pointed toward the sky. A roar burst out from his chest: "Attack the city!!!"<

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Woohoo!!!

The whimpering bugle sound, accompanied by thunder, quickly spread to the entire Ming Dynasty's camp.

Kill!!!

Almost in an instant, the killing cries drowned out the sounds of thunder and pouring rain. In just a few dozen breaths, more than ten thousand Ming elites rushed out of the camp and headed towards the distant Liaoyang City.

Zu Dashou's middle camp, Cao Wenzhao's left camp, Zhao Lijiao's right camp, as well as Qin Erbao, Lu Xiangsheng, Man Gui, Luo Yiguan and others who raided the formation, almost in an instant, the entire south of Liaoyang City, on the frontal battlefield,

The sky is full of murderous intent, pressing towards Liaoyang City - the original stronghold of the Ming army, and now the first stop of the confrontation between Jianzhou and Ming Dynasty.

"The Ming army is coming!" On top of the city, Erden and others had already seen the Ming army all over the mountains and plains, braving the pouring rain and heading towards Liaoyang City.

"Let the Bao Yi and the soldiers leave the city!" Wei Qi, the deputy commander of the Zhenglan Banner, showed no change in his expression, as if he had anticipated this situation: "No matter what, let's consume part of the Ming army's combat power first."

As the south gate of Liaoyang City slowly opens.

Driven by Jurchen cavalry and forced by archers, tens of thousands of coated slaves and some low-level soldiers attacked the heavily armed Ming army.

If you don’t kill him, you will die where you are.

No one wants to die, even a living wrapper and a slave without any personality.

Almost instantly, the entire battlefield was covered in flesh and blood.

Compared with a few years ago, the combat effectiveness of the Ming army has been greatly improved. Facing the ragtag crowd composed of coats and hard work, it is almost effortless to chop melons and vegetables.

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Zu Dale led the ancestral cavalry, taking the lead, charging left and right in the crowd, with swords flying, leaving limbs and arms, harvesting human lives.

And almost all the Ming army had no psychological burden in killing the rabble in front of them.

Human life?

War exploits!

Former compatriots?

It’s just a cheap life now!

Soon, under the Ming army's bulldozer-like fighting and killing, the army quickly approached the foot of Daoliaoyang City.

Zu Dashou's Chinese army camp moved forward, and he could almost see the three characters engraved on the bell tower of Liaoyang City in the distance: Liaoyang City!

"Whoever is the first to reach the top of Liaoyang City will be rewarded!!"

Facing such a devastating battle, Zu Dashou could not suppress the excitement in his heart, and his arrogance and arrogance could hardly be suppressed: "All the Chinese troops are pressing forward, and within an hour all the Eight Banners soldiers in the city will be defeated! This general is going to

Report to the imperial court! What a great victory! What a great victory!"

With the prancing horse waving his whip, Zu Dashou was directing the battle while beginning to imagine that after the victory of the war, his family would become the number one family in Liaodong!

At that time, even if Duke Lang went to Liao, he would still give his ancestor Dashou three points of honor!

At this moment, when Zu Dashou's army was pressing forward, from the perspective of Wei Qi on the entire battlefield, the Ming Dynasty army had actually begun to lose touch.

Zu Dashou's central camp rushed too fast, and the left and right flank camps on both sides failed to keep up. If Wei Qi's troops were concentrated at this time and charged towards Zu Dashou's central camp, it would most likely severely damage his army.

"Dividing troops and fighting alone is a taboo on the battlefield. I am afraid that Zu Dashou has become greedy and arrogant."

As if he did not see the Ming army rushing more than a hundred steps away from the city, Wei Qi, the deputy commander of the Zhenglan Banner, casually commented on the Ming army general.

"Sir, why don't we take action yet?"

Erden wiped the sweat from his head and asked.

If we don't take action, the Ming army will climb up to the top of the city and the two sides will fight hand-to-hand!

"Command the archers to prepare!" Finally, when the Ming army arrived more than fifty steps below the city, Wei Qi ordered the Eight Banners archers to step forward.

At the same time, the city's defenders, composed of soldiers and slaves, were already in position, ready to fight the Ming army to the death.

At this moment, Cao Wenzhao, who had just been promoted to deputy commander-in-chief, was commanding his army to attack Liaoyang City from the west.

Under the heavy rain, it was not easy to siege the city. All the siege equipment moved slowly in the mud and heavy rain. At the same time, there were still a large number of enemies blocking the way. Cao Wenzhao's flank troops could not attack the Chinese army in a short time.

There is support.

Zhao Shujiao on the other side also faced this problem.

For a time, the battlefield situation was at a stalemate.

"Archer!"

As the flags were waved, thousands of Eight Banners archers in armor stood up on the city tower, pointing their icy arrow clusters downwards. Facing the Ming army just around the corner, within fifty steps, the power of the arrow clusters was comparable to

Throw a gun.

"Cum!!!"

As the flag was waved, loud shouts came from the mouth of the herald.

In an instant, clusters of icy arrows shot out, flying through the rain and murderous shouts.
To be continued...