"It's that Sichuan Army, Ma Xianglin's Sichuan Army." Huang Taiji blurted out.
There was no obvious panic in his tone, but his quick reaction of blinking his eyelids did not escape Nurhachi's eyes.
A true son is better than a father. During his military career of intensive conquests, Nurhachi clearly remembered the characteristics of several legitimate sons.
The fourteen-year-old Huang Taiji, who had gone north to attack the Jurchen tribes and went on an expedition with his father, had an expression as ice-like but kept blinking before going into battle for the first time.
Ever since he captured the Ula tribe, Huang Taiji, who was considered a veteran in Bellary, became more and more like his father when he was twenty years old. He was calm, decisive, and fearless.
Only today, it seems that I have returned to the state of being the first brother on the battlefield.
But after only a short moment, Huang Taiji returned to normal.
"Amma, my son guessed that the Ming army on the left, which is mainly composed of chariot camps, belongs to the descendants of the Qi family army. If it is really two guest armies, the Sichuan army and the Zhejiang army, there is nothing to fear. We have fought before and are familiar with their formations.
Number of Dharma Paths.”
Yue Tuan on the side also echoed: "Yes, the Ming army has chariot camps, and our packers have made many chariots in the past few days. The Ming army has firearms, and our small cannons and musketeers are not
Decorations.”
After all, Nurhachi was a hero who had experienced hundreds of battles. When he learned about the unexpected enemy situation, he was surprised, but not panicked.
Now that he heard that the morale of his son and grandson, who relied on him as his right-hand man, was still at a high level, the old chief felt more reassured.
"The bordered yellow flag and the bordered white flag will fight against Ma Lin's troops in the middle of the Ming army. I will lead the Zhenghuang flag to meet the Zhejiang soldiers. Sibeile, your Zhengbai flag and Yue Tuo's bordered red flag can defeat Ma Xiang.
Lin?"
"Back to the Great Khan, this time I will kill the Sichuan barbarians under the banner of the Great Jin Army!" Huang Taiji said loudly.
Nurhachi patted his favorite son on the shoulder: "Wuzhenchaoha and the Koreans are also left to you."
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The next day, before daylight, in the wilderness three or four miles southwest of Kaiyuan City, two flags, white and red, with their own camp behind them, were arranging their battle lines.
Within about two miles in front, the elites of the two flags acting as vanguards, the virtuous cavalrymen of Gebushe, were galloping in the light morning mist, sometimes fast and sometimes slowly, like wild wolves on the hunt.
Their role is to form a large formation for the rear army and block the dawn reconnaissance of the Sichuan army's outpost scouts.
Huang Taiji stood on a slightly higher slope, looking up and listening.
The sound of firecrackers that came from time to time pierced the silent sky, and also suppressed the rumbling sounds of nearby artillery carts and carriages, as well as the clanking of armor and weapons as the warriors moved.
That was Ge Bushixianchaoha of the Jin Army, fighting against the Rangers of the Sichuan Army.
This kind of sporadic confrontation was the norm before the war.
At this moment, Yue Tuo was commanding the Jia La E Zhen men under his banner, leading the cavalry and infantry to deploy on the other side.
He also needs to seize the advantageous high ground before Ma Xianglin's team.
With Yue Tuo not in sight, there was no need for Huang Taiji to be polite to Mu Zaohua.
"Slave Zaohua, bring the leader of the musketeers over here." Huang Taiji ordered.
Mu Zaohua and the special agent under the pseudonym Li Zhu, and the captain of the musketeers He Jinzhu, respectfully came to the slope.
"You guys are so awesome, where are you planning to stay?"
Mu Zaohua looked around, her eyes resting on the rows of trenches dug by the Zhengbai Banner soldiers overnight.
It rained in June, so the soil on the grassland was relatively moist. The earth walls piled up behind the trenches by the packers were not low, which would make it more difficult for the war horses to jump over.
Mu Zaohua thought for a moment and said seriously: "Back to Sibeile, I want to arrange the artillery half a mile behind the trench."
"Why?"
"Because the Sichuan army mainly uses cavalry to charge into the formation, whether it is horse guns or trenches, even if it cannot stop them, it will slow them down. In this way, it will take longer for them to rush through the range of our artillery and muskets.
We can kill and injure more Sichuan soldiers and horses."
"Well, that makes sense. How many musketeers are there at Yue Tuo Baylor?" Huang Taiji asked solemnly.
Mu Zaohua looked towards the direction of the red flag, then turned her head to discuss with He Jinzhu in Korean.
A guard next to Huang Taiji stared at the two men with evil eyes.
Shaoqing, Mu Zaohua reported: "Sibeile, the Koreans mean that all the musketeers will stay here at Sibeile. Because the terrain where the red flag is set is windier, the Koreans feel that it is difficult to order medicine.
Introduction. If it had been lit, extinguished, and then lit again, the Ming army would have already crossed half a mile."
Huang Taiji glanced at the guard calmly, the guard who understood Korean, and nodded.
In the past few days, the leader of the Zhengbai Banner witnessed Mu Zaohua leading Wuzhenchaoha to blow down the walls of Guangshun Pass and Jing'an Fort, and commanding the North Korean musketeers to suppress several beacons outside Kaiyuan City.
The Ming army fired arrows, and Huang Taiji no longer doubted this Nikan woman.
Mang Gurtai and the backbone of the Tong family were either in bad health or dead because of this woman, but upon closer inspection, this woman did not do anything. It was because they were addicted to drugs, or they wanted to harvest Daijin's wool to enrich themselves.
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After dispelling his doubts, Huang Taiji became close to Yue Tuo. When it came time to face a strong general like Ma Xianglin and the Sichuan Army's tiger and wolf division, he did not want to give away his trump card.
Fortunately, Mu Zaohua, a Nikan slave, is really not as mean and stupid as ordinary women. She did not forget who the Great Khan was conferring just because Yue Tuan revealed his intention to accept her as a sidekick.
Heshuo Baylor, no, obediently placed all the firearms battalion in the position of the white flag.
Huang Taiji then ordered: "Okay, you Wu Zhenchaoha, go to the front of the formation. Obai, you don't need to worry about the firearms camp today. Follow Ben Beile and charge into the formation."
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At this time, the sunlight became stronger, reflecting the red or white Niu Lu flags on the ground, as well as the black soldiers, horses, and coats of the Jin army very clearly.
"Damn it, come on, brothers, this is the first time I've seen so many Tatars, they are as densely packed as mushrooms after the rain."
After Mangui applauded, he let go of the reins and galloped towards his own troops of Xuanda veterans and Daijun recruits. He and his lieutenants inspected the formation and military appearance again, and at the same time boosted their morale.
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"yes!"
"Are you afraid of the Tatars?"
"Don't be afraid!"
"What does Bai Jia Ba Ya La mean?"
"Count it like a bird!"
“Will Tartar copper pipes misfire?”
"meeting!"
"What are you doing following the brothers from the Sichuan Army?"
"rush!"
"What will happen to the military commander if he retreats from the battlefield?"
"cut!"
"That's right," Man Gui raised his riding crop and pointed it at the blue sky, "Babys, your surname is Zhu. Grandpa, I will bless you from above. I will open the way for you in front. Remember, the people on the other side are on the way.
Tatars, your brains are not as good as those of the Japanese pirates, and your brute force is not as good as that of the northern pirates. You did not practice Qi Shaobao's mandarin duck formation in vain. General Ma's white pole soldiers can kill three or five armored soldiers per person and one horse. All ten of you will charge forward together.
, even the white soldiers have to call you master!"
"Hahahaha..." bursts of laughter rolled through the crowd.
They are all juniors in their prime of life. If many people were still uneasy when they set up camp last night, then at this moment, under the blue sky and white sun, their morale was boosted by the leader who was confident and powerful. Looking ahead from a distance, it seemed like
A large group of Sichuan troops surged like a river. These descendants of the Daijun clan no longer cared about the unknown fear of death, only the excitement before the charge was left.
At the end of the battle formation, He Zhuo, who was accompanied by more than twenty cavalrymen from the Yehe tribe, had his eyes and mouth corners curved under his hood.
During the seven or eight years during which this young foreign woman came out of her boudoir and came to the political and military arena filled with men, she had seen too many Jurchen and Mongolian princes and nobles, and also encountered people like Ma Xianglin who she thought she thought when they first met her.
He Zhuo no longer doubts that he is a general of the Ming Dynasty who is a god in heaven. He does not fear or worship him, but only wants to walk side by side with him. It is the rough man Qiu Ba who was still laughing and joking before he risked his life.
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About half a mile away from Mangui's headquarters, in the Sichuan army formation, Ma Xianglin held up his telescope and remained silent.
Two days ago, when they negotiated with Ma Chengxun and Ma Lin on the strategy of splitting the attack and attacking together in the south of Tieling, the sentry cavalry of the Ming Army from Kaiyuan had clearly told several generals that the Jin Army had a firearms camp. According to the captured coats,
According to the confession, one of the commanders was Mu Zaohua, a Nikan woman who had taken refuge in Daijin.
At this moment, through the lens of the telescope, the gun barrels in front of the white flag formation were vaguely visible.
Ma Xianglin recalled that in the camp by the Luan River, Zheng Haizhu stared at him and said with a cold tone: "Xianglin, I have never doubted that your soldiers are incompetent, and you should not question the incompetence of my subordinates.
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"Woo, woo..."
The Jin army's shrill conch horn sounded, which was the clarion call for war.
Almost at the same time, the tooth generals beside Ma Xianglin completed the response of the flag for each cavalry square.
Ma Xianglin's white spear, which was originally parallel to the saddle, suddenly stood up, and the shiny hook-and-scythe spear head was dazzling in the scorching sun.
The owner of the silver gun roared angrily and rushed out at the lead.