"The Ming thieves are so powerful that Xijin Ferry cannot be defended, and Zhenjiang cannot be defended either. Sir, please evacuate as soon as possible."
Zhenjiang City Head.
All the Jiangnan officials watched the battle at Xijin Ferry, and they all trembled.
Below Zhenjiang City, at Xijin Ferry, at the top of Shangu Mountain.
There were about 10,000 Qing troops in Zhenjiang, deployed in Jiangxinzhou, Xijindu, Beigu Mountain, and Zhenjiang City. Now Jiangxinzhou mutinied and surrendered, and also mutinied and annihilated a Biao camp of Chen Jin. This Zhenjiang camp mutinied again, and the most elite and capable
The 2,500 Jiangning garrison Eight Banners were attacked, but now they are in a difficult situation.
The two thousand Jiangning Biao Battalion led by Tu Guobao went to reinforce, but not only failed to rescue the Eight Banners, but were trapped on the ferry battlefield.
At this time, the Qing army only had two thousand sutras in the city, and another thousand sutras stationed in Beigu Mountain.
Yan Wo Gong looked worried and angry.
"Instructions are sent that the two thousand sutra beacons in Zhenjiang City and the one thousand sutra beacons in Beigu Mountain will rush to the ferry for reinforcements immediately, and the young and strong people in the city will be summoned to help."
"This summary will be with the city today. When the city is there, people will be there. When the city is gone, people will perish."
The people who saw this attitude of loyalty and perseverance for the country were moved. But at this time, these officials in Zhenjiang City were more interested in running away before the Ming army surrounded Zhenjiang.
The several troops at this ferry have obviously been made dumplings. If we go to reinforce them now, isn't it a gift?
Look at the Yangtze River. The white sails cover the river. The Ming army at the ferry is receiving continuous reinforcements. Even the cavalry has come ashore, and even the car camp has come ashore and set up the cannons.
How can we fight this?
Most of the 2,508 flags have fallen down now.
"Master Jinglue, Jiangning is important. Zhenjiang cannot be defended, but Jiangning City must not be lost again. Come back to Jiangning quickly!"
"If Jiangning is lost, the whole of Jiangnan will not be protected."
Someone shouted, "Master Jinglue, please put the overall situation first. If Jiangning is lost, the entire south of the Yangtze River will be unable to defend itself."
"Sir, retreat quickly!"
"Sir, please make a decision immediately."
"The Ming thieves have landed. We can no longer stop them. Zhenjiang can no longer be defended. Please retreat to Jiangning quickly. Jiangning also has thousands of governor-general Ma's supervision marks. There is also a naval camp upstream, plus the civilians."
Zhuang and others, after joining forces, can still hold on with the help of a large city,"
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"Come on!"
The assistant leader, Fucha Etun, held his war horse between his legs and a lance in each arm. He bent over and charged into the formation with both guns, shouting "charge" to boost morale.
However, there were fewer and fewer Manchu cavalry behind him.
The Ming army's artillery fire never stopped, and there were more and more guns.
The further forward you go, the more intensive the artillery fire you encounter becomes.
One after another, the brave Eight Banners soldiers fell down, screaming.
Fucha'etun was full of despair, but it did not stop.
He knew he was in trouble this time.
But he knew that if he rushed forward, he would surely die, but he still didn't look back.
Since there was no way to escape by turning around, the Ming army's cavalry had already landed and took a circuitous route.
There is no way to escape from this battle.
Moreover, Chen Jin, Bashan, and Zhang Dayou were all trapped in the enemy camp and must have died in the battle. So even if he could escape, he would still be able to escape and die.
It would be better to die here in a grand way. When the court sees that he died heroically in battle, at least he will not be held accountable, and at least his son can still take up his duties.
He can only die here.
"Come on!"
A sharp cracking sound almost pierced his eardrums, and a cannonball hit not far in front of him, then jumped up, directly blowing a big hole in half of the body of a heroic Manchurian in front of him.
The shell continued its momentum, fell to the ground, and bounced up again.
Then he continued to land and rolled towards him.
He watched helplessly as the iron ball hit his horse's leg at high speed, and then the horse screamed and fell down. Etun had no time to remove the stirrup and fell to the ground with the horse.
One leg was tightly pressed under the horse's belly. He wanted to pull it out, but he couldn't.
The war horse, which had lost a leg, neighed in pain and was still struggling desperately. With every struggle, Etun felt severe pain in his leg.
Desperate, Etun wanted to cut off his legs with a knife and get out, but when he touched it, he couldn't find the knife at his waist. He didn't know when he had left it behind.
The Ming army's artillery continued to fire more and more.
A large number of infantry troops landed, especially the Shenji Battalion, which had the most artillery in the army.
Under cover of artillery fire.
The Ming infantry on the shore no longer continued to defend in formation. They began to advance forward in neat steps amidst the drums and trumpets.
The speed is very slow, but keeps moving forward.
Etun struggled hard and tried to call other soldiers to save him, but no one paid attention.
Under such fierce artillery fire and surrounded by coordinated cutting by infantry and cavalry, the One Thousand Eight Banners were now scattered. He rushed too fast, and there were not many soldiers following him.
Finally a cavalryman stopped his horse beside him, and he jumped down.
"grown ups?"
"Help me push the horse away, my leg is pinned down."
"Sir, wait a moment, I will..."
After speaking, Etun was covered with blood and flesh. The cavalryman who came to rescue him was hit by a cannonball and half of his body was gone.
The cannonball flew over his head with lots of flesh and blood intestines.
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Yan Wogong shouted that he would not retreat until he died, but was picked up by several civil and military officials and carried away.
The Ming army's offensive was too fast. Almost all of the 2,508 Banners were killed. Tu Guobao was also surrounded and was trying to break out. If it failed, it would be impossible to stop the Ming army from landing.
In this case, it is impossible for Zhenjiang City to hold on any longer. If we don't leave now, what are we waiting for?
Yan Jinglue wants to fight, but everyone has to help him regain his senses.
At this time, Jiangning City is more important than Zhenjiang.
No matter what, Jiangning, an important town in the south of the Yangtze River, must be preserved for the imperial court.
"Let me go, we can't leave. The Manchu soldiers are still fighting to the death, and we can't leave!"
"Sir, there are no Manchu soldiers left. They have all died long ago. The soldiers led by Master Tu are still fighting to the death. They can't hold on anymore. Let's leave quickly."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The officials wanted to stuff the smelly socks under their feet into Yan Jinglue's mouth to shut him up.
The Eight Banners are indeed still fighting, but they have been surrounded three levels inside and three levels outside, and there is not much left. How can they be saved?
"Put me down, I want to fight here until the last moment!"
No one paid attention to Mr. Yan, they carried him and walked away quickly.
Although everyone laments that Mr. Yan is high-ranking and loyal, who dares to let him go? If he is let go, who will dare to leave?
Only by carrying the Sutra can everyone leave.
Yan Wogong was extremely tragic along the way. Even after being carried out of Zhenjiang City, he lamented in the direction of Beijing, claiming to be incompetent and so on.
When the soldiers who were fleeing on the road heard these words, they were all moved.
The most loyal minister in the world.
Zhu Shengli led a unit of Jinwu cavalry to quickly enter Zhenjiang.
When they appeared at the gate of Zhenjiang City, no one in the city dared to stop them. Instead, they saw them coming from a distance and took the initiative to open the city gate.
The flag of the Ming Dynasty was raised on the top of Zhenjiang City.
Zhu Yihai landed at Xijin Ferry, and the battle was coming to an end.
Although Tu Guobao, the right chief envoy, failed to rescue the Eight Banners, he was still very brave. He fought with the Ming army for a long time and even broke into the Zhenjiang naval camp and rescued several scorched corpses. It is said that it was Admiral Chen Jin.
Deputy Governor of Bashan and Governor Zhang Dayou.
Tu Guobao persisted until the last moment. They had no choice but to break out after seeing that the Eight Banners had been completely annihilated.
Of course, the actual situation is that they never really got close to the battlefield, they just hung around on the side. Then as soon as Yan Wogong left Zhenjiang City, they immediately greased their feet, and the Ming army did not seriously stop them from pursuing them.
Even where those charred corpses came from is actually unclear.
In short, after they all withdrew, the Qing army still had more than 200 people fighting desperately.
They all had no horses left, so they dismounted and gathered together, dozens here and dozens there, huddled together, fighting with their armor and bravery.
Facing these Eight Banners who were fighting against the enemy, the Ming army was not in a hurry at this time.
Instead, they used horses, spears, large shields, etc. to slowly surround the trapped beasts, squeezing their space, and then called in firecrackers and archers.
The desperate Man soldiers tried to make a last-ditch struggle, and even tried to pull some backers.
However, no matter how hard their tired bodies rushed, they could not break away from the shields, and their swords and axes could only make a dull sound of despair when they hit the shields.
The remnants of the soldiers, covered in blood, roared and roared angrily, but could no longer change their fate in the slightest.
The ground was already wet and slippery with blood-soaked mud.
The Ming army silently surrounded these remaining soldiers.
They banged their shields and kept shrinking the encirclement.
They even deliberately slowed down and seemed to be enjoying the moment.
Obviously there were archers and gunmen who could kill them, and spearmen could have stabbed these people to death behind their shields long ago, but they just weren't in a hurry to deal with them.
Very cruel.
But Zhu Yihai, who had just landed on the shore, was watching the scene from a distance, watching the extremely small circles that each one had been shrunk into, watching those people chopping indiscriminately in despair and fear, and even when they were rolling in the blood-stained mud, he was still facing the scene.
Expressive.
"I would like to shout to these Manchurian Tatars that those who want to survive should abandon their weapons and kneel before me to ask for surrender."
"Your Highness, you cannot be benevolent as a woman. These Tatars are not human beings at all and cannot be spared." Several generals opposed the surrender.
Zhu Yihai looked at the battlefield and continued, "I can accept their surrender, but there are conditions. The first step is for them to kneel down here and ask for surrender. The second step is that their money tail and scalp will be captured together."
Cut it off."
"Third, they have to have two thumbs and two middle fingers cut off, as well as two big toes."
"After completing these three points, Gu will accept their surrender and spare their lives. From now on, they can become Gu's royal manor slaves."
After hearing this addition, those who objected fell silent.
This seems to be more cruel than killing.
"The Mongols in the Tatars can cut off two middle fingers less. If they are under the Han army flag, they can only cut off two thumbs. Those in the Green Camp can only cut off the thumb on their right hand."
The Tatars like to treat them differently, so just treat them differently.
The Qianniu guards went to the battlefield to announce the prisoner's pardon. After hearing this, the Tatars, who could understand Chinese, roared even more angrily. They rushed towards the Ming army's shields like a flashback, even without any regard for defense.
do not care.
"I don't want to die!"
Suddenly, a young Tatar cried and shouted, "I am willing to surrender!"
"No surrender, you coward!"
The Tatar next to him roared angrily and slashed at him with his sword.
boom!
There was a gunshot, and the Tatar who was wielding a sword was killed with a gunshot from close range.
"Come on, surrenderers!"
The young Tatar knelt down and marched towards the Ming army.
This move angered the other Tatars, and they did not hesitate to kill him. Another series of gunshots fired, and they were all knocked down.
"Come on, come back and find the right shore!"
The young Tatar looked at the corpse of his companion and cried even more miserably, but he did not stand up and continued to move forward on his knees.
If someone takes the lead in surrendering, then among the remaining dozen groups of Ming troops, there will still be a dozen or so who want to live.
However, several of them were hacked to death by the Tatars around them, and in the end, thirteen others were saved by the Ming army.
They knelt and threw themselves at the Ming army. A gap opened in the shield wall and they left the iron barrel.
"I am willing to surrender!"
Throwing away their weapons and taking off their armor, the naked Tatar, covered in blood and stained with blood, began to walk towards Lu Jianguo in Zhenjiang City on two knees.
The Ming soldiers looked at these cowardly Tatars with contempt on their faces, spitting at them, and some even urinated on them.
Qianniu guards followed them, forbidding the Ming army from throwing stones, knives and guns at them, but they did not allow them to spit or urinate.
Wherever the thirteen Tatars passed, the Ming army all raised their arms and cheered.
Zhu Yihai was sitting at the top of Zhenjiang City.
The generals nearby listened thoughtfully to the cheers one after another.
These cowardly Tatars made the soldiers in the imperial camp feel even more superior to the Tatars, and they looked down on the Tatars from the bottom of their hearts. The Tatars turned out to be so cowardly.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Behind those thirteen Tatars, there were about two hundred Tatars surrounded in more than a dozen circles.
They refused to surrender and even cursed loudly those tribesmen who knelt down to beg for surrender.
A Qianniu guard rode up.
He made a cutting gesture towards the officers.
As several orders were sounded, the shield sounded again, and the soldier continued to shrink while holding the shield.
The shield array shrank smaller and smaller, and finally the Tatars inside were squeezed together. They struggled hard but couldn't push away. They were squeezed until they were suffocated, and finally they screamed.
Their screams continued, and finally became weaker and weaker.
The thirteen Tatars were still kneeling forward, listening to the screams of their companions behind them, but they did not dare to look back. They were crying cowardly, wanting to die but not daring.
More than two hundred Tatars were finally squeezed into meat patties.
The Ming army was like squeezing oil, constantly pushing the shield and exerting all its strength.
The last bit of shouting died down, but they still didn't stop.
Just squeeze in like this over and over again.
Finally, everyone stopped.
The shield has been squeezed into the shield.
The soldiers retreated and dispersed.
A bunch of broken and deformed things were left there.
The skin is torn, the flesh is torn, the bones are broken, and the tendons are broken!
Looking at the pile of things, some people couldn't help but vomit.
Someone cheered excitedly.
Someone shouted.
At this moment, the 2,500 Manchu Eight Banners stationed in Jiangning were completely wiped out by the Yangtze River. Only thirteen cowards were left kneeling to Lu Jianguo to beg for surrender.
The Ming army cheered and cheered.
The Tatars are nothing more than that.
It only took the imperial camp less than half a year to annihilate 5,000 Manchu Eight Banners soldiers in the south and north of the Yangtze River. If divided, every ten soldiers of the imperial camp could kill one full Eight Banners Tatar.
Zhu Yihai stood up, feeling a little tired.
"When those cowardly Tatars kneel here, you will cut off their tails and scalps and leave them alive. I hope these thirteen Tatars can live forever, and I plan to keep them in the army in the future."
"Let's give them another official title."
"Thirteen people, all will be named Baylor, and eight more will be picked at random to be named the Eight Banner Leaders!"