The heavy snow in Liaodong came very quickly. Within two or three days, it was almost submerged to the knees.
Li Yingren also understood that in such weather, let alone killing the enemy, it would be very difficult for him to survive.
Simply, he directly asked people to count the population near Ninghai City.
The former Jinzhou Guard was one of the Four Guards in southern Liaoning, surrounded by the sea on three sides, close to Shandong, and rich in commercial fish and salt profits. The household registration was in each guard in Liaodong.
Nowadays, according to a rough statistics, combined with the data from the Manchu and Qing Dynasties, the population of Ninghai is only more than 30,000.
If the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty and their families are excluded, the number of soldiers in the army would be no more than 20,000.
There are more women than men, more young people and less old people.
The reason why there were no common people, that is, homesteaders, was because at the moment Nurhaci captured Liaodong, all Han and Koreans in Liaodong automatically acquired the status of slaves.
Only some surrendered troops can become the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty.
As a semi-slave society, the way for the Eight Banners aristocrats to demonstrate their power was to compete with each other on how much clothing they had under their hands.
One million people in Liaodong are equivalent to one million coats.
Baozi has no right to serve as a soldier.
"Liaonan is rich!" Shi Jizu said: "Many Manchu dignitaries own land here, and the slave chiefs also attach great importance to maritime trade supplies."
As he spoke, he took out a stack of letters, which were all records of business contacts.
"How many soldiers can we get from these 20,000 people?"
Li Yingren shook his head and asked directly.
"They are all obedient people, and you still need to cheer them up!"
Shi Jizu showed a smile.
"However, if it goes well, we can get three to four thousand people."
"good--"
Immediately, Li Yingren set off again with a large team.
This time, there were many Han Eighth Banners following them.
"Call everyone!"
Arriving at a farm, many ignorant wrappers were forced to come.
What greeted them were more than a hundred Han Eight Banners.
"Everyone comes up and stabs him -"
As he spoke, Li Yingren threw out five Han Eighth Flags and stood them in the center.
I shouted several times, but no one answered.
It was obvious that he was afraid to the core.
"Who dares to touch me among a bunch of gangsters? Wait until the army comes, ransack your home, and exterminate your clan, hahahaha——"
A wild laugh rang out, one of them was trembling and his face was red, with a fearless expression on his face.
"If you don't kill them, I will kill you -"
Li Yingren said harshly: "You don't have to wait for the Manchu people to come, we will wipe out all of your village directly."
At this time, a trembling old man came over and raised the knife tremblingly. As soon as he raised it, Li Yingren held him down with one hand and stabbed it directly into the thigh of the screamer.
"continue--"
At this time, the soldiers dragged her away one by one, and they would never let her go as long as she was an adult.
The speed immediately became much faster.
The five people's bodies were riddled with wounds and their deaths were extremely miserable.
The villagers breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Li Yingren with eyes full of fear and fear.
Unexpectedly, Li Yingren still refused to spare them: "I'll cut them all!"
Immediately there was a lot of excitement.
Hundreds of people cried together, feeling desperate for their future.
Li Yingren then said: "I'm very afraid. From today on, you are no longer Baoyi, and the land here belongs to you."
"Even if the Manchus come, I have a ship that can transport you away."
"Kill the Eight Banners and cut off your braids. The Manchus will definitely not spare you. Why not join our army..."
After some measures and propaganda, many people were forced to join the army.
With hundreds of people from the Eight Banners, Li Yingren walked around Ninghai City. These Han Eight Banners were riddled with holes and died with their eyes open.
Gu Nun
After cutting off a circle of braids, there were three thousand more soldiers and horses, which made Li Yingren overjoyed.
He has great ambitions and writes letters to go to Pi Island. As long as he has more weapons, he can subvert the empty Liaodong. It is by no means a wishful thinking.
…
At this time, outside Shanyang City, a hundred thousand troops surrounded Huai'an City.
As a crucial node, Jierhalang will never fall behind.
However, considering the losses along the way and the loss of time, he still wrote the letter.
Or use the trick of making him king to seduce Li Jingwu to surrender.
At that time, Wu Sangui was also deceived by Dorgon. The prince sealed the territory and cracked the soil before convincing him to open Shanhaiguan.
Of course, after Wu Sangui strangled Yongli to death, he finally became the prince.
As the commander of the Yellow Sea, Li Jingwu was responsible for the military deployment of the entire Huaibei. For the Manchus, he not only had great appeal, but also knew the Yellow Sea area well.
Once it surrenders, considering the chain reaction, it is very likely that it will easily go south to the Huaihai area, and the Manchu Qing will also be spared the pain of siege.
"General, there are too many princes!"
Shang Ke happily raised his hand and said, "It's really not worth it to be granted a royal title with only ten or twenty thousand troops."
Jierhalang glanced at the faces of Shang Kexi and others and immediately knew what they were thinking:
"As long as we can capture Nanjing, what does Wang Jue mean?"
"You have to know that there are a lot of castles south of Shanyang City."
Hearing this, Shang Kexi and others couldn't help but feel their hearts twitching, feeling extremely distressed.
The distance of several hundred miles was achieved bit by bit.
The main force came from the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty, which was mainly infantry.
Even if the red artillery was powerful, it still lost seven to eight thousand people.
Most of them were lost in street fighting.
Of course, the Manchu Eight Banners also had infantry, and the loss was no more than 2,000, which was very few compared to the Han Eight Banners nobles.
It was gratifying to think of this. Geng Zhongming and others couldn't help but think of Wu Sangui in Shandong.
Although they had some military exploits, Wu Sangui easily captured Jining and defeated the Yuyuan bandits. His military exploits were much greater than theirs.
In comparison, they are just some hard work.
Hauge and Luck Dehun on the side remained silent.
Obviously, the loss during this period has made it difficult for them to raise objections.
Anyway, these Han people are all princes, so there is no harm in having one more.
Inside Shanyang City.
Shanyang City has long been unrecognizable. The streets in the city are criss-crossed and narrow, which is not conducive to riding horses, and there are all kinds of traps.
This is the result of Li Jingwu's hard work.
For this city, he was determined to send down five thousand and eight banners and troops.
"Tongzhi, Bai Wang and others have gone to the south..."
At this time, the bodyguard sent a message.
"Just go!"
Li Jingwu looked at the military camp across the river and smiled: "They have rich experience in defending the city, and they are needed more in the south."
Relying on the canal, Shanyang City is strategically located and must be attacked.
Sitting here personally, Li Jingwu showed no fear.
In addition to enough food, there are also 20,000 troops stationed there, so it is no problem to defend the area for more than ten days.
"Report——"
"how?"
"Letter sent from outside the city!"
"snort!"
Li Jingwu didn't even look at it, he tore it into pieces, threw them down the city, and scattered them in the mud:
"Although I haven't seen the words about establishing slaves, I already feel that they are filthy and unbearable."