Chapter 337 Decisive Battle at Biti Pavilion VI
Most of the people left behind in Fenshuiyuan were from the Eight Banners of the Han Army. After these people left with the food and grass, there were only more than 2,000 people from the Eight Banners of the Han Army and more than 1,000 people from the Eight Banners of the Jurchen Army left behind.
When Shuo Tuo hurriedly dressed and opened the door, groups of soldiers with muskets rushed into the Fenshuiyuan camp. For a while, the battle was fierce.
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Zhang Yingwu couldn't understand the Jurchen language. At this moment, he told Liu Xingzuo to disperse and kill the enemy. He could only grab the Korean next to him and question him. Finally, he learned that the Jurchen general who stayed behind was leading the way.
"Shuo Tuo ran away?"
Liu Xingzuo was so angry that if he hadn't learned that the person in the Fenshuiyuan camp was Shuo Tuo when he finally captured several Jurchen prisoners, he would have killed Shuo Tuo even at the risk of his life.
After all, they were both members of the so-called "yellow belt" of the Nurhachi lineage, and they were also the second sons of Daishan. If they could kill Shuo Tuo, it would be a great achievement.
"Expand the results of the war and burn all the Tatar army rations here."
Zhang Yingwu found Liu Xingzuo with a serious look on his face and said: "The news I just got from the prisoners is that the grain team that left earlier was ordered by Amin to rush to Biti Pavilion. The Tatars said that they won a big victory in Biti Pavilion. This is I’m going to reward the army.”
Liu Xingzuo's breathing was a little rapid. His original mission was to surround and attack Amin's rear. However, he changed his strategy because he got the news from Fenshuiyuan temporarily. Amin would not spread false news to Shuo Tuo in the rear for no reason. If it was true, Yes, then the situation over at Biti Pavilion is very critical.
Zhang Yingwu said anxiously: "General Liu, the prince's side is more important."
Liu Xingzuo looked at Zhang Yingwu, and then said: "Give me a brigade, I will go north to block Amin's retreat."
Zhang Yingwu quickly opened the map and then looked up: "General Liu, have you thought clearly?"
"Fenshuiyuan is a great victory. No matter how powerful Amin is, there is no way he can destroy the prince's army without military rations. Besides, our army is still an all-firearms force, so..."
Liu Xingzuo looked to the north: "Shuo Tuo will not dare to run back to Ping'an Road alone, otherwise Daishan will not be able to protect him. He has at least a thousand people under his command. I want to make sure Amin never comes back this time."
Since the troops were to be divided, this meant that Zhang Yingwu had to lead the army alone. Liu Xingzuo still took good care of him and said: "Several guerrillas under my command have been with me in North Korea for many years. They are familiar with the terrain and are sent to you as guides. In addition, the North Korean Man, maybe you can still help the prince."
Zhang Yingwu stopped being pretentious and bowed his hands towards Liu Xingzuo, then saluted him and turned around to leave.
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Seeing the infantry retreating like a torrent, Amin didn't feel bad. After all, he fought all night last night. His purpose was to tire out the Ming army and then step into the small city of Bukhan Mountain City before nightfall.
Mang Gurtai wanted to kill someone. Looking at the Koreans retreating in a hurry, he felt that there was nowhere to vent his evil fire.
"How is it? How is the Ming army's artillery?"
Li Sizhong clasped his fists: "Baylor, calm down. The long-barreled artillery is almost the same as our red barbarian cannon. It's just that the short-barreled artillery that was blown up made the general unclear. The short-barreled cannon was made of iron. The general looked carefully at the gun barrel and found that there was no gunpowder residue formed after firing."
Amin stared at the smoky battlefield in the distance: "I heard those red-haired ghosts explain that China's Shanghai artillery factory is very powerful. Maybe the short-barreled cannon is made of steel and is more durable than bronze."
"Amin, I'm going to fuck you."
Amin frowned and looked at Mang Gurtai who was coming, and shook his head: "Don't think that you are righteous because you won a big victory last night. Didn't you see the corpse outside the city?"
Mang Gurtai disagreed: "Do lowly Koreans and Han people deserve Ben Beile's sympathy?"
Several of Amin's confidants felt that Mang Gurtai was a reckless man in war, and that the previous siege was just a test. But even so, only four or five hundred of the first wave of 3,000 people who rushed forward came back, and There were still many people injured. In the second wave of the Han Eight Banners' charge of 5,000 people, only 3,000 came back. If the fight continued like this, could they only choose to use corpses to build roads?
Amin pointed to the west: "The army of Prince Lee of Joseon has almost arrived at the west gate. I estimate that after they arrive in the evening, they will launch a general attack at night. Now...
You should rest more and recuperate. You can fight tonight if you have some. "
Mang Gurtai did not dare to argue with Amin, so he cursed and left. Amin took a rifle from Li Sizhong's hand. The rifle with the bayonet on it was two meters long. The blood that had solidified on it definitely did not belong to his opponent: "How's it going?"
"It's similar to the flintlock musket of the red-haired man, but I don't know what kind of gunpowder it uses."
"Take this batch of firearms from the Ming army back and let Geng Zhongming's minions study how to make them. We will also make them and let Ming Gou suffer."
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The sound of artillery in Tushan Valley stopped, and the smoke was slowly dissipating. Tang Yannian wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then looked at Liu Butang beside him: "Is it the prince's side?"
There were many corpses of Tatars lying at the entrance and exit in the distance. Liu Butang put down his telescope and said, "Maybe, maybe not, but judging from how much Jiannu attaches importance to this place, they probably regard us as their main force."
"Who cares? The prince ordered an encirclement and sneak attack to disperse Jiannu's troops. I propose to rest immediately and wait until nightfall to use up all the artillery shells, and then give a fatal blow to Jiannu at Taniguchi."
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"Your Majesty, Jian Nu has withdrawn."
"Um..."
Chen Cao responded, then opened his eyes: "Let's all go and rest. They will definitely take action again in the evening."
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On the surface of the Han River, a fleet of ships was traveling. Although the flag of North Korea was hung on it, the soldiers on the ship were all dressed as Ming people.
"Master Hou, we are less than three miles away from Baishi Field..."
"Send the order and the entire army will disembark at Baishi Field and immediately support the Bijou Pavilion."
"yes..."
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Time passed quickly. When Chen Cao opened his eyes, fierce shouts of killing had already sounded outside the mountain city.
Chen Cao, who could not tell whether he was happy or angry, was escorted by a group of generals to the east city of the mountain city. On one side of the hill, he looked at the North Korean cannon fodder that was trotting to attack the city.
"Convey the order to the people in the artillery camp. After firing all the artillery shells, destroy every artillery piece."
Zhao Xin looked at Chen Cao in disbelief. Seeing that no one else said anything to stop him, he handed over his hand and said, "I'll do it now."
"Your Majesty, the North Korean army at Ximen just attacked the city and was defeated by our army."
Cao Shixiu, who came over, had a sarcastic look on his face: "Those guys took our rifles and they actually fired, but their accuracy is really bad."
Chen Cao squinted half of his eyes, looking a little angry, and said in a bad tone: "Why, do you still think they will kill a few more of our brothers?"
"The general made a mistake..."
"The captured soldiers must have been forced to teach the Koreans under pressure." Xu Fuyuan said with certainty, because Li Xianyun's brigade had previously captured nearly a thousand people, and the rifles naturally fell into the hands of the Koreans.
Chen Cao wants to cheer up his troops, because they are in a foreign country, and tonight's battle is the key. If they fail, they will have no chance to return to the Ming Dynasty.
"Slavery is rampant, and Koreans are untrustworthy, but who are we? We are people of the Ming Dynasty, and we belong to the Kingdom of Heaven. We are superior to these people by birth, but why?
Why have we been bullied by the slave builders since the early years of Wanli, and after the Saarhu, our Ming Dynasty collapsed, and today, those people in the Northern Dynasties have actually given up on Liaodong and the territory that has belonged to us Han people since the Qin Dynasty?
Our Ming Dynasty will never be dominated by the barbarians of Jianzhou, nor can we be oppressed by the rebellious Koreans. I am here today to live and die with all the soldiers. Remember, in this battle, you must live or you must die. born..."
"If you must live, you must die, if you must die, you must live..."
"If you must live, you must die, if you must die, you must live..."
"If you must live, you must die, if you must die, you must live..."
Tens of thousands of people shouted in unison, and the military morale suddenly reached a peak.
"What are they shouting in there?"
After Ning Wan, I listened carefully for a long time, then shook my head: "I'm not sure, maybe it was the mobilization before the war."
"Amin..." Mang Gurtai came on horseback: "Our troops are almost rested. We were not very happy with the charge last night. Let's watch my battle tonight."
"Akito's firearms are sharp, so be careful."
"Don't worry..." Mang Gurtai turned to look at the trusted servant beside him and shouted: "Go and call me that bastard Gerile. Don't their Mongolian cavalry claim to be invincible on the grassland?"
Chen Cao has armor, but he is absolutely unwilling to charge into the battle in person until the last moment, because today is different from the past. Furthermore, even now, he has not yet reached the point where he has run out of ammunition and food. The reason for riding on the vanguard is to increase morale. .
"They won't send out the cavalry until the critical moment."
Chen Cao muttered a sentence, and then watched the Koreans and Han Eight Banners carrying matchlock guns and blunderbuss rushing forward.
"Send the order, free fire."
The sound of gunshots covered up the sounds of gasping and wailing. Gun smoke filled the sky over Bukhan Mountain City after dusk. The flocks of crows flying above the black smoke were extremely courageous and they were also looking for the best foraging opportunities.
The sound of artillery that had stopped for a long time sounded, the intensity was very dense, and the explosion range was much wider than before. It was like flowers blooming in the military formation of more than 20,000 people. Every time a piece of soil was splashed, there must be casualties. Dozens of people.
"Is this Akito's artillery?"
The several battles were basically at night. Before nightfall, through the afterglow of dusk, Amin finally saw clearly the explosion in the forward formation.
"Go...tell Mang Gurtai to suppress the Koreans. If they dare to retreat, no one will be left behind."
Nearly a hundred artillery shells were all fired, and the muzzle of the field gun even turned slightly red due to the residual heat generated by the shell being ejected from the chamber.
As far as the eye could see, the military formation of more than 20,000 people in front was completely in chaos. Mang Gurtai, who was holding the formation, was killing the Koreans and the firearms troops of the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty who were escaping hastily.
Li Sizhong rode his horse to Amin's side: "Please show mercy to Baylor."
Amin glanced sideways at Li Sizhong: "General Li, didn't you see they were about to attack the formation?"
