Nurhaci, who led his army to the west, was not worried but happy.
Today's attack on Fushun was his first direct battle with the Ming army. Although Li Yongfang had been persuaded by him, the last intelligence coming out of Fushun in early April was that a Qian general under Li Yongfang had several
The boss is still opposed to allowing a large number of Jurchens to enter the horse market in the middle of the month.
Therefore, Nurhachi released the "Seven Hatreds of the Ming Dynasty" in his hometown two days ago, and when he led the banner leaders to go on the expedition, he told the Jurchen warriors that there might still be head-to-head fighting in Fushun.
However, there were companions who had sneaked into the city disguised as merchants in advance to assist them, and the bribed city soldiers opened a city gate. Their numbers and combat power were far superior to the Jurchens who were defending the army, so they would not be afraid of being overthrown by General Qian.
It's even better when it's windy and rainy now. I heard that the firearms called blunderbuss made by the Chinese are very poorly made. The gunpowder is easily blown away by the wind, and the fuse is even worse when it gets wet in the rain.
Nurhachi looked at the infantry and archers in the front row of the front line, as well as the hundreds of elite silver-armored Bajala warriors in each banner, and the coated minions carrying the tools for climbing the city, and looked at them with satisfaction.
Huang Taiji, his son, said: "I will make sure your Ba Ya La people will be well fed today!"
"Ama is wise and brave!" Huang Taiji said excitedly.
Huang Taiji was also in a very good mood.
The leader of the Zhengbai Banner, who is as ambitious and cunning as his father, has been divided into two parts since last year. One is used for fighting, and the other is used to deal with his two brothers. The leader of the Zhenghong Banner, Dai Shan,
, Mang Gurtai, the leader of Hezhenglan Banner.
At least for now, it seems that he has the upper hand.
This time to attack Fushun, the Eight Banners troops were divided into two groups. Nurhachi ordered Huang Taiji to take Bagala and Jia soldiers to accompany him, while he sent Mang Gurtai to attack Magendan, the fortress in the southeast of Fushun, and placed Daishan in the rear army.
As support.
Speaking of which, it is because Mang Gurtai is brave and Daishan is calm.
In fact, even a fool can see that Nurhaci gave Huang Taiji a big favor, and he was able to immediately let his Niu Luzhen people grab the best goods and treasures in the Ming Dynasty, as well as the strongest and most fertile women.
livestock.
The father and son, who were bound to win, and the leader of the Xianglan Banner, Amin, led more than 10,000 troops, successfully broke through the Fushun Pass, crossed the Hun River at the narrowest point, and arrived at Cao Cao, which is only more than a mile away from Fushun.
On the slope, the horse stopped.
Nurhachi took Huang Taiji to the formation of forward Amin and looked around.
The rain has subsided, and in the large carriage and horse shops outside the city, people continue to come out, leading animals or pushing trucks, like chickens and ducks looking for food, gathering into more than ten dense crowds.
The weather of Liaodong’s largest Malaysian city is beginning to emerge.
Compared with the business atmosphere, military vigilance is much weaker.
On the long city wall, there were soldiers walking back and forth on the front urn and the main city tower, but they were just like ants crawling along the mud marks, sparse and small.
Nurhaci looked at the skylight. Although there were dense clouds and there was no shadow of the sun anywhere, an experienced hunter could still estimate the approximate time from the changes in light and shadow.
"Ama! Over there, it's coming!" Huang Taiji raised his finger and pointed to the right.
A large group of cavalry appeared on the ridge of Mount Gaoer in the grassland north of the city.
The cavalry array came south at a slow pace and spread out on the green carpet of the slope. Relying on the light, Nurhaci and his nephew could clearly see the totem of the Khalkha Mongolian Warm Rabbit tribe erected by the forward knight: big group.
The horsehair holds the symbol of the trident.
"It's that boy from Zaisai," Nurhachi turned to his son Huang Taiji, with a sarcastic look in his eyes and mouth, "Look at the spears in their hands. The Mongols are not like our Jianzhou warriors who can fire a walking bow. No matter how good they are in riding,
, can only use a small bow and light arrows, and can only rely on a wooden pole with an iron head to break armor."
Huang Taiji also expressed disdain.
The iron spears used in close combat were poking one after another, but their heavy bows and arrows were not as effective as they were.
However, my father was right to ask Zaisai to get a share of the pie. With two to three thousand Mongolians, there would be no problem in containing the Ming army's rescue forces in the surrounding fortresses.
"Dang, bang..." Several loud rales came from the top of Fushun City.
The city gate slowly opened.
The Fushun Horse Market started in the spring of the 46th year of Wanli Period.
However, in a moment, there was chaos at the city gate.
The loud voices were obviously not the noise of merchants coming in, but the wild shouts of people fleeing.
Nurhachi looked ferocious, everything was under his control. The Jurchen warriors who entered Fushun as horse dealers with Li Yongfang's permission the day before yesterday took action in the city.
The opportunity was fleeting. Nurhaci was not worried that the wolves under his command would not be able to deal with the weak soldiers defending the city. What he was more hungry for was robbing things and people.
"Amin, attack the city!" Nurhaci ordered his nephew.
Amin rode forward and came to the front line of the wolves.
He suddenly shrank.
The hunting instinct inherited from his father Shuerhaqi made him keenly aware that the crowds of people pushing trucks pouring out of the city gate like a flood were arranged in a strange way.
"Amin, are you a stupid roe deer? Attack the city!"
The cruel and suspicious uncle shouted from behind.
Amin shook his shoulders and made a gesture to the soldiers beside him who were giving orders.
"Woo..."
The sound of conch shells sounded like wolves howling, rushing straight into the leaden sky.
The command flags inlaid with blue flags were raised one after another. Niu Lu'erzhen immediately commanded the armored soldiers to drive away the lowly soldiers and rush forward.
The Bajala warriors with shining silver armor gripped their swords tightly on their horses and pushed against the front line at a slightly slower speed.
The bagaras of each banner are the best among the best. After the armored soldiers shoot down the targets with rifle bows, the bagara warriors will rush forward to add glory to the cake.
At the same time, they are also the executors of military orders. Any armored soldier or soldier who turns around and runs away during the fierce battle without receiving the order will be mercilessly chopped in half by the guarding Bagala.
However, these Bagala warriors could not have imagined that in a short while, they would become the first corpses outside Fushun City.
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"boom……"
The first six-pound iron bullet hit Bagala's line with a blue flag.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! With the help of high-speed power, the hard metal ruthlessly crushed a piece of human flesh, then ejected and continued forward, cutting a path like a devil's finger.
A road of blood and flesh.
Baya La, who was hit by the iron bullet first, was actually lucky, as several others fell into pieces and became ghosts unprepared.
The real pain was felt by those soldiers of the Later Jin Dynasty who were affected by the broken but still terrifying iron pieces.
At this time, Nurhaci's strength was that the so-called "armor" given to ordinary Houjin soldiers was definitely not as good as the armor of the Bajalas, which was just a back armor made of cowhide with some iron plates.
So, after the second, third, and fourth iron bullets flew, they hit the target and then bounced on the ground. The dense rain of iron flakes, like the evil locusts from hell, either scratched half of the Jin soldiers' faces or chipped them off.
Half an arm, half a leg.
A slightly larger piece of iron can directly penetrate their cowhide protective gear.
Dark red with white small intestines, or rectums with yellow-green feces, flowed out from the bodies of Hou Jin soldiers who screamed and fell to the ground, making them look better than their companions whose arms or thighs were bleeding profusely.
Even more shocking.
A soldier in front of Amin was also hit in the eye by a small piece of iron, and the knife fell. He covered his face and screamed in pain.
The war horses even slowed down and neighed.
The Jurchen hunters trained their war horses in the cruel climate of heaven and earth, thinking that they would train them into warriors as powerful as Bagala.
But the loud noise they had never experienced made these four-hoofed warriors confused for a moment, and then they screamed and raised their chests, then swung their backs in panic, stepped on the ground to retreat, and were scolded and even killed by their masters on their backs.
Only after being beaten was he unable to turn around.
Less than a mile away from this tragic scene, at the head of Fushun City, white smoke billowed out from the muzzle of a falcon gun. On the ground next to the cannon, there were cowhide sheets for rain protection.
After each falcon fired three rounds, it would pause. The Guangdong gunner hired by Zheng Haizhu was using a long wet wool brush to quickly clean and cool down the gun barrel.
Sun Yuanhua handed the telescope to Mao Wenlong.
It was after meeting Sun Yuanhua in Liaoyang that Mao Wenlong came into contact with a telescope for the first time. When several people arrived, at the military meeting between Zhang Quan and Zhang Chengyin, Mao Wenlong saw that Marshal Ma Xianglin of the Shilichuan Army also brought a
, couldn’t help but become even more greedy.
This thing is very useful for fighting. You can see fresh things from the West in the south. I will ask Zheng's niece to get a batch for herself later.
But at this moment, Mao Wenlong waved his hand to Sun Yuanhua, laughed and said: "No need, this man fell on his back, it must be your cannon."
Sun Yuanhua said seriously: "General Mao, you can still see clearly through the telescope. Miss Zheng told us before that every flag of the Hou Jin Army has a bagara, which should be at the back of the array and wearing full armor. The gunners' calculation just now was quite accurate.
After adjusting the elevation angle correctly, seven of the twelve iron bullets from the four guns hit the Bagala team in the vanguard. Unfortunately, they were still some distance away from the flag owner, and they could not hit Nurhachi's camp."
After hearing this, Mao Wenlong finally picked up the telescope and muttered while looking: "This foreign artillery is quite skillful in using it."
Putting down the mirror, he praised the two female students brought by Zheng Haizhu sincerely: "The little girls are amazing."
The two female students only gave Mao Wenlong a quick blessing, then turned around and stared ahead.
Miss Zheng said that if they dared to go up to the tower with the gunners, they would be rewarded with a small reward. If they could use the blunderbuss with the Cantonese gunners to calculate the elevation angle of the cannon and hit the enemy's silver-armored soldiers, they would be rewarded with a big reward.
The grand prize is actually twenty taels of silver!
The two thirteen-year-old girls figured out that even if their parents farmed and spun cloth in Songjiang for a whole year, they could not save even five taels of silver, and they immediately became exhausted.
I don't want to let this General Mao delay me from making money.
Seeing that there are so many soldiers in the field, two rounds of artillery will be fired later.
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When water and fire blend together, the play is beautiful.
When artillery shells flew out of the city of Fushun, the faces of Magendan Fortress and Ma Junhe, more than ten miles away, also began to change.
When Mang Gurtai led his troops to look at the Ma Jun River in the distance, he saw scattered Ming troops hurriedly dismounting their horses by the river, galloping across the river beach toward the Magen Dan Fortress.
Fire arrows while running.
Several shining fire bombs took off across the river with crisp crackling sounds.
Mang Gurtai smiled ferociously and said to the two Niu Lu Ezhen beside him: "Is it still too late to report the news at this time! Stupid Nikan."
The two Niulu Ezhen were a little lonely at first, chattering all the way. Their flag owner fell out of favor with the Khan, so Zhenglan Banner could not go to Fushun City, which was full of Ming Dynasty goods, but now they saw Ma
There were many Zhuangzi behind the Gendan fortress, and there were herds of cattle and sheep in the fields, which lifted their spirits.
They were eager to charge and took the lead in occupying the Magendan Fortress. Although the master Mang Gurtai had a bad temper, he had always been very generous to his subordinates who had made meritorious deeds when dividing the spoils of war.
The two Niulu Erzhen then waved their flags and ordered the coatmen to carry various wooden instruments across the river first, and then led the armored soldiers to step into the river with their horses.
It was late spring weather and the water was not cold. The well-trained war horses exchanged hooves and tested the depth of the water while heading to the other side of the river.
Suddenly a loud bang of firecrackers came from the forest on the right, and Mang Gurtai instinctively pulled the reins of his horse.
Soon, as if in response, many soldiers rushed out of the Ming Army fortress on the other side, and those in the front row began to set off firecrackers.
Mang Gurtai smiled instead.
Those three-eye blunderbuss firearms of the Ming and Liao soldiers are indeed similar to firecrackers, they just make a sound.
No, it's not even as good as firecrackers. Firecrackers explode into the sky anyway. It is said that the Ming Army's firearms often explode, causing harm to themselves.
Mang Gurtai and several tough Niulu Erzhen shouted at the top of their lungs: "Charge over, don't be afraid of those rags. Warriors, use your bows and arrows to shoot through the chests of the Nikans and rip them off."
rob their robes and rob their cattle, sheep and women!”
"Ah wow wow..."
The soldiers of Hou Jin howled.
They are not so much inspired by their generals as they are motivated by survival and reproduction.
The desire to kill burst out from their wild bodies, driving them like wild beasts to rush forward without thinking and relying solely on primitive instinct.
The beasts who were eager to cross the river did not realize that the river was rising.
The Jurchens who were charging only stared ahead. The first group of companions had already stepped onto the land on the other side of the river, so they had no doubts.
Until the first horse suddenly submerged into the water, and the armor on its back slipped off unprepared.
Before more people and horses could react, suddenly the river roared.
A large stream of water rushed out from the direction of the mountain forest, rushing forward with excitement.
The men and horses in the river could not stop the water. Instead, they seemed to offend the river god. They screamed and fell into the turbulent waves while struggling.
Mang Gurtai, who was guarding the formation, and his own soldiers had not yet stepped into the Majun River.
He stared in confusion at the sudden deterioration of the situation.
"Peng..." The familiar crackling sound in the forest sounded again.
Mang Gurtai turned towards the mountains and forests, and he suddenly realized that the sudden flood was a trap set by the Ming army.
His rage had just rushed to his head when more Ming troops rushed out of Magendan Fortress in front.
They passed over their comrades who were the first to fire guns and arrows. They held a shield in one hand and a knife in the other, like another flood, rushing towards the first batch of Houjin soldiers who came ashore.
Mang Gurtai's spine felt cold. He was convinced that his father had miscalculated, and the Ming army had obviously known about their attack for a long time.
Not to mention the water breakthrough, just looking at the formation, archery skills and infantry desire of these Ming troops who dared to take the initiative to attack, they are by no means comparable to the old and weak soldiers who only dared to huddle behind the fort wall when faced with temporary provocation.
The coated soldiers who were the first to come ashore in Houjin were no match for these Ming troops, and they all screamed and died under the sword.
The armor soldiers behind the coat were not weak, but even if they crossed the waves and landed, many of their bows and quivers were washed away by the river water, and the advantage of Houjin's most lethal heavy arrows was completely lost.
The Ming army put down their muskets and stepped forward with their guns to stab. The armored soldiers were immediately at a disadvantage.
Behind the armored soldiers were more than 300 Bagala warriors of the Zhenglan Banner who were still struggling to cross the river.
This force, which was originally the trump card of the Jianzhou Army, encountered the strongest torrent today.
Wearing full armor suddenly became a fatal burden.
Mang Gurtai watched helplessly as the two bulls in front of him fell down from their horses and were rushed downstream like dead pigs with white heads.
…
On the hillside, Zhang Fengyi exclaimed with satisfaction the joy of watching a play.
She turned to Zheng Haizhu and said, "Your method of storing water and discharging floods is really interesting."
Then he asked: "The Ming army that is approaching the enemy is so fierce. Is it General Zou from Qinghe Fort?"
Zheng Haizhu nodded: "General Zou's fighting style is the same as that of Jiannu. There is no need for car formations or firearms. He shoots with bows and arrows first, and then rushes directly to engage in close combat with swords and guns. Although the two armies are about the same number today, we have the upper hand.
, I will definitely not lose. But..."
She turned to Kong Youde and said: "Ma Gendan's own garrison is not bad. Although he does not have strong soldiers, no news has been leaked these days, and he has done a neat job of responding to General Zou in the middle of the night. We have to report his merits to Zhang Shilang
.In war, military merit is not only achieved by stabbing someone with a knife or cutting off someone's head."
Hearing this, Zhang Fengyi smiled and said, "General Qin also said what Miss Zheng said."
Zheng Haizhu smiled: "No wonder General Qin and General Ma brought out such outstanding stone soldiers. By the way, Miss Fengyi is also a meritorious person who is an effective sentinel, so she should be credited."
Zhang Fengyi clapped her hands and said: "I'm going to capture the village owner Tong now. With the dozens of elite soldiers Xianglin gave me, there will be no problem in capturing the village."
As soon as Zhang Fengyi finished speaking, she heard the conch sound of the Hou Jin Army coming from the river below the mountain.
"Mang Gurtai will not cross the river anymore. He will retreat with the remaining Niulu." Zheng Haizhu said.
The military drums sounded loudly on the mountainside. An ambush force left by Zou Chuxian on the Majun River last night climbed over the grass slope and, with the advantage of shooting from below, released a rain of arrows at Mang Gurtai's team and wiped out many of them.
The post-Golden Knights in defeat.
Zhang Fengyi stamped her feet: "Hey, I can do this, it makes my hands itch."
Zheng Haizhu lamented that in different situations on the battlefield, hot and cold weapons each have the best time to use them. In the situation like this, artillery and muskets are not as useful as bows and arrows.
I don’t know what’s going on over there in Fushun City.
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"Wenlong, these various firearms are really easy to use and can suppress the Tatar bows and arrows!"
The deputy commander of the Liaodong Army, Po Yanxiang, climbed to the top of Fushun City and said to Mao Wenlong.
Mao Wenlong leaned over to his superior to respond.
He knew that the show was not over yet.
After three rounds of long-range artillery strikes, Nurhachi did not immediately cease his troops. Instead, he and Huang Taiji led nearly 10,000 armored troops from the Zhengyang, Xianghuang, and Zhengbai flags to make up for the heavy losses of the Xianglan flag.
The dark Hou Jin army quickly ran out of the range of the cannon and approached the city gate in front of Fushun.
On both sides of the city, where caravans had previously gathered, the mules and horses dispersed, revealing the Crouching Tiger Cannon embedded in the ground.
These traditional artillery pieces used by Qi Jiguang to attack Japanese pirates in hilly areas were very powerful when bombarding Jiannu knights at close range.
In the open space two hundred steps outside the city gate, the Hou Jin army once again fell on their backs.
But it wasn't the last time.
When the unwilling invaders approached the city wall fifty or sixty steps, Qi Jin's chariot troops began to show off their power.
Nurhaci did not know that what he thought was one of his own who opened the city gate a moment ago was actually a guest soldier from the Zhejiang Army. And his Houjin warriors who entered Fushun City disguised as horse traders were already in the city last night.
, became the target of Mao Wenlong's subordinates.
At this moment, the Jianzhou Jurchen leader will taste a completely different style of fighting from the Liaodong soldiers, bringing a new level of cruelty to themselves.
Following Qi Jin's order, the Zhejiang soldiers in the car formation raised their muskets that had been used for several months and fired fiercely at the foreign knights who were running towards them.
The sound of explosions was endless. Although it did not shake the ground as much as the previous cannons on the city head, it was more powerful due to its density.
Nurhachi could only see the main entrance of Fushun City and the walls on both sides, which were soon submerged in thick white smoke. The Jianzhou warriors he was so proud of fell one after another in front of this terrifying white smoke.
The splashing blood mist, mixed with grayish-yellow dust, reflected the white smoke, like a painting on silk.
This round of fire attack, which was coordinated by the squatting cannon on both sides and the machine gun in the middle, killed many more Houjin elites.
Nurhachi and Huang Taiji, father and son, both had eyes that were about to burst.
They didn't believe what they saw and experienced. They couldn't accept the effort of a stick of incense. The attack they had planned for a long time failed completely.
Attack, keep attacking!
You must not run away with your tail between your legs because of long-range strikes from firearms before a close encounter.
The optimal shooting range of the infantry bow is within fifty steps, but the Ming army hiding behind the chariot, using machine guns, was able to suppress the charging Hou Jin army from fifty steps away.
The Houjin soldiers of the four banners exchanged their lives for opportunities and rushed through the death zone. Bagala and the soldiers were like violent beasts, pounced on the Qi Jiajun and Mao Jiajun below the city.
The two Ming armies were also jealous.
The close-quarters attacks of Qi Jin's men were still in neat mandarin duck formations, while the soldiers of Mao Wenlong's men had extremely strong individual combat capabilities.
Regardless of the fighting style, the well-matched troops, sophisticated equipment and the courage to fight in hand-to-hand combat have caused the Houjin Army, which was instilled by Nurhachi with the concept that "the Ming army is unable to fight", to lose the victory they had hoped for half an hour ago.
When the first Bagara was pierced through the silver armor by a spear thrust out of the Yuanyang Formation of the Qi Army, and when another Bagara was slashed in the neck by a strong soldier under Mao Wenlong's command, the momentum of the Ming army continued to rise, and then
Among the Jin army, not to mention the ordinary armored soldiers and coats, even among the iron-tower-like Ba Ya Lazhong, there were also many Hailuoyin who were beginning to look forward to withdrawing their troops.
"If you can't kill the people, you can't enter the city." Nurhachi felt that part of his soul flew out of his body and lingered in his ears, making this judgment.
"You can't back down. This is the first battle for Fuming. You can't back down." Another voice sounded in his ears again.
Just when Nurhaci was in a daze, on the hillside north of the city, Zai Sai's cavalry rushed down the mountain, shouting to kill.
Nurhachi was overjoyed for a moment, but then felt frightened.
No, those were not Zai Sai's men and horses. He was too familiar with the Mongols. When their men and horses attacked, they would not use drum beats, but the sound of horns.
Nurhachi's doubts were quickly answered.
Huang Taiji, the leader of the Zhengbai Banner who was responsible for attacking the northern city wall, obviously saw clearly that the cavalry were Ming troops disguised as Mongolians, and quickly ordered the horses to turn around and prepare to form a formation to attack.