Following Shen Lie's order, all the selected sharpshooters stepped forward one after another and hit him head and face with their rifle butts or sheathed swords.
The blood-stained gun butt hit the howling Tatar nobles so hard that their faces were covered in blood. They were tied up with ropes and tied to the tails of horses, and dragged away like animals.
Near Longquanyi Ferry, tens of thousands of people from far and near witnessed this scene, looking at these Ming warriors wearing brown military uniforms with awe.
Some are timid and some are cheerful.
In the midst of an inexplicable commotion.
Shen Lie put the musket on his shoulder and looked up at the sky.
It's noon.
Then Shen Lie let out another low shout: "The men don't take off their armor, and the horses don't take off their saddles. The scouts are sent out along the river for twenty miles, and they are on guard..."
Beware of extreme joy leading to sorrow, and being killed by the remnants of the Fire Rabbit.
"Someone is coming!"
As Shen Lie reached into his arms and took off the tiger head waistband, he shouted again: "Take my waistband and go to the nearby border town... and ask the city to send troops to respond."
Too many were seized.
Piles like mountains.
It will take some time to move back.
Less than thirty miles away from Longquanyi, there is a border town called Ningqian.
Two hours later.
When a tall and thin middle-aged guard arrived with more than 200 cavalry and more than 2,000 infantry, he looked at the ferry where all kinds of supplies were piled up.
The guards and generals under his command were stunned.
In chaos.
The guard wearing bright red cotton armor and an eight-petal helmet woke up from his surprise and hurriedly asked around for the whereabouts of Master Qianhu.
Not long after.
The tall and thin guard then galloped over with his bodyguards, rolled his saddle and dismounted at the ferry, and respectfully handed back the tiger head badge in his hand.
"Xia Guan Ningqian is guarding Ma Lin. See Mr. Qian Hu."
Shen Lie, who was resting at the ferry, looked at the tall and thin middle-aged guard and realized that he was actually a general, and his heart moved slightly.
Shen Liehu asked: "What is your name?"
The guard hurriedly said: "I'm going to be the official Ma Lin."
"Why?"
This time it was Shen Lie's turn to be slightly surprised. He looked closely at the thin face of the guard and vaguely remembered this person. Isn't this the coach of the West Route Army who played soy sauce in the Battle of Saarhu decades later?
a long time.
Shen Liecai asked: "May I ask your Majesty..."
Ma Lin's thin face showed deep embarrassment, and he whispered: "Master Qianhu has good eyesight, and my late father Taifang... died of illness last year when he was serving as the commander-in-chief of the Xuanfu."
Shen Lie was speechless.
Okay.
It’s really him!
A casual capture of the Xuan Mansion revealed that there was another famous general. This seemingly submissive guard turned out to be the son of Ma Fang, the most powerful general in Jiajing Dynasty.
This guy has been doing soy sauce all his life.
Depressed and frustrated.
Later, he was sent to guard Kaiyuan, an isolated city in the northernmost part of the Ming Dynasty and the most awkward position.
And later...
In the Battle of Sarhu, which determined the fate of the Ming Dynasty and the Qing Dynasty, Ma Lin led all 12,000 troops to fight for the last time in his life, and then died heroically.
Looking at the horse general and the relatively sophisticated equipment of his more than two thousand soldiers and horses, Shen Lie couldn't help but touched his head and muttered in his heart.
How many famous generals are there in this Xuanda land?
Isn't this a big handful?
But why?
The Tatars beat him so hard that he didn't even dare to leave the house.
When speaking.
Ma Lin also clasped his fists in embarrassment, came over and defended in a low voice: "Master Qianhu is so generous, I am really..."
Shen Lie waved his hand and said boringly: "Okay, you are a general in the garrison, and your official position is higher than mine."
I understand.
Stop explaining.
As a descendant of Ma Fang, the most powerful general of the Jiajing Dynasty, this man was a son of a general. He learned a lot of military tactics and strategies, but he had no way to serve his country.
Being squeezed out from above and below, living in the fortress of this border city is a waste of dust and sand.
You are dissatisfied, right?
A leader of the Tatar tribe can serve as the deputy commander-in-chief of Ningxia. General Huzi, the former commander-in-chief of Xuanda, had no one to take care of him in the court, so he could only serve as a guard in front of the gate in this inhospitable place.
His dissatisfaction is understandable.
On whom to put it.
I always complained when I encountered this kind of nonsense.
At this time, Ma Lin blushed and started to defend himself: "I don't dare to lower my rank. It's really... the governor and the commander-in-chief strictly ordered us to defend the border town and not to fight in vain."
Shen Lie waved his hand again.
Seen too much.
These are all excuses.
Shen Lie felt a little bored in his heart, so he looked at the more than 2,000 elite soldiers under Ma Shouwei's command, and he understood clearly.
Presumably this is the old foundation left to him by his father Ma Fang.
Anyway.
This is a man who comes from a general family and knows his integrity.
After some conversation.
Several more Ming troops received the news one after another, and as soldiers and horses from all walks of life came to help in large numbers, there were at least tens of thousands of people, squeezing the small Longquanyi to the limit.
In the commotion.
Shen Lie didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Looking at these elite soldiers and generals who appeared out of nowhere, he sighed quietly.
Is it impossible to defeat so many soldiers and horses?
Whose fault is it?
But suddenly, no one knew who was in that corner, and suddenly shouted excitedly: "The Ming army... is mighty!"
The shouting was a bit hoarse.
Broken gong throat.
But very loud and excited.
After the war, Longquanyi became quiet.
In an instant.
The excited Ming soldiers and some generals raised their arms and shouted: "The Ming army is mighty... I, the Ming Dynasty, will be victorious!"
"Wonderful victory, ten thousand victory, ten thousand victory!"
The roars and shouts gradually gathered.
Shout loudly for victory.
The sound waves went straight into the sky, making people's blood rush.
Shen Lie was slightly stunned. He looked at the soldiers of the Ming Army who were raising their arms and shouting in the wilderness in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel excited.
Perhaps this is the will of the people.
This is military spirit.
But as a wave of fatigue hit, Shen Lie felt his forehead was a little hot. When he wanted to get up, his strong body suddenly shook.
Then Shen Lie fell straight down.
Consciousness gradually becomes blurred.
Several exclamations came to my ears: "Sir...Sir Qianhu!"
"Medical officer, medical officer!"
My eyesight went dark.
A few days of fighting.
After being injured continuously, Shen Lie fainted.
As night falls.
The numerous torches illuminate Longquanyi in every detail.
After nightfall.
Datong Mansion.
In the deathly silent governor's office, the anxious Datong Governor Hu Laigong kept rubbing his sore forehead and the blisters on the corners of his mouth.
Sighing.
As a third-grade governor of Datong, he is in charge of the army and the people.
Hu Laigong knew nothing about fighting, he didn't know how to manage civil affairs, and he didn't know anything about local governance. He only knew how to read the books of sages.
actually.
He didn't even read the sages' books well, and his score of 228th in the general examination was really not good in this era when heroes were judged by their ranking in the imperial examination.
As for the sixth place in the second class of the palace examination, it is purely a matter of luck.
Even among his classmates, there are many people who are dissatisfied with him, and they all know how he came to be ranked sixth in the second place in the imperial examination.
How can there be so much luck in this world?
This is all tricky.
He is a native of Ye County, Shandong Province, and was single-handedly selected by members of the Qi Party who were increasingly marginalized in the late Jiajing Dynasty.
After all, compared with the Jiangsu and Zhejiang regions where the imperial examinations are well developed, it is not easy for the Qi Party to produce a Jinshi. Among the shortest people to choose a general, Mr. Hu was chosen.