At the south gate of the Xilan Banner camp, Jin Yinghe held a two-stone hard bow and kept shooting at the slave thieves.
Within fifty steps, armor-piercing arrows could easily penetrate chainmail. Those coated auxiliary soldiers who came out to die wearing only a piece of cotton armor were directly shot through. Many people struggled and rolled into the horse pit, and were killed. The sharp bamboo sticks inside are tied into hedgehogs.
The North Korean archers occupied a favorable position and blocked the south gate road. Two hundred bowstrings vibrated at the same time, buzzing like a swarm of bees flying across the sky.
Some soldiers and soldiers with blue flags who rushed out of the camp gate in a panic were killed by heavy arrows before they could figure out what was going on.
After dozens of corpses fell at the south gate of the Xianglan Banner camp, soldiers finally arrived and raised their bows to fight back against the Ming army. However, their vision was blocked and they were downwind. They were hit by many heavy arrows and had to retreat to the camp.
Jin Yinghe leaned against the willow tree, took the coconut gourd from his body and drank water.
At this time, the camp opposite was filled with flames, countless tents were ignited by fire, and tens of thousands of enemies exploded like muffled thunder, which made people frightened.
Baoyi was like a group of horses, running wildly around the camp.
The slaves and thieves were no longer visible at the camp gate in front of him. Jin Yinghe guessed that they had turned around to put out the fire, so he blew the whistle and summoned the archers.
"Get close to the camp gate, change to light arrows and shoot towards the north!"
The Ming army artillerymen who followed the Korean archers were hiding behind the woods. Seeing that there was no danger around them, they quickly rushed to the gate of the camp with a basket and beheaded the slave thief. Jin Yinghe looked at the running back, helpless:
"Qi Shaobao once said that when the Northern troops are in battle, they specialize in fighting for credit. If they kill a thief, thirty or fifty people will compete with each other. It seems that these Southern soldiers are also going to be infected with the Northern soldiers' habit of loving heads!"
After saying that, he put on light arrows and rode towards the entrance of the camp. The archer behind him said in confusion:
"General, the heavenly soldiers are still charging at the camp. We are afraid of hurting our own people if we throw them over like this."
Jin Yinghe's expression remained unchanged, he turned his horse's head and looked at the crowd:
"Boss Liu and the others are all covered in armor and can't be hurt by light arrows. The slave thieves are not armored yet, so we can kill more with missiles. When the pikemen arrive, we will shoot against the white-armored soldiers again! Let the Tatars know that North Korea is not unmanned. !”
In the camp a few hundred steps away from Jinying River, hundreds of sacred fire flying crows were ignited by the Ming army, spinning and flying into the sky. They flew everywhere in the air like goddesses scattering flowers, and finally returned to the ground. After a violent explosion, they exploded. The tent was set on fire.
The so-called Divine Fire Flying Crow is a prototype of a rocket, which is quite crudely made. A bamboo branch is covered with paper and filled with gunpowder. It is not very accurate when launched, so it is usually used for concentrated launch to cause damage to the enemy. Its flight trajectory is weird, and It was difficult to guard against a ten thousand enemy, and one of them turned around and flew directly towards Liu Zhaosun's head after being ignited.
Groups of soldiers rushed out of the tent before they could put on their armor. They were armed with swords, spears and other weapons, trying to stop the Ming army's servants.
However, these people obviously overestimated their combat power and were quickly killed by the servants.
Liu Zhaosun rode his horse to avoid being assassinated by a spear, and swung a big stick to knock the oncoming Hou Jin soldiers to the ground. Jian Nu was quite strong and struggled to stand up. The servant behind him followed up with his horse and stabbed Hou Jin Bing's abdomen. The horse's speed did not slow down and he was lifted high with a lance. When he fell again, the Baishi Cavalry servants roared past, and the golden soldiers turned into meat.
Liu Zhaosun set fire to ten thousand enemies, shouted to his servants, and ordered them to throw them into tents.
There were people neighing and neighing everywhere, and it was unclear whether the servants heard him.
The coated soldiers were probably beaten and scolded too much by their masters on weekdays, and their spirits were highly depressed. Under the stimulation of the night raids, many of them suffered mental breakdowns and ran around in the camp, making meaningless screams.
Liu Zhaosun slapped the horse's belly with the handle of his knife. The river horse neighed, spewed out large clouds of white air, and accelerated forward.
They have broken through the south of the camp and entered the Chinese army's main camp. The number of resisting soldiers around them has begun to increase, and there are even Baya elites. These elites from the Eight Banners are not in a hurry to attack their opponents at this time, but form a battle on the spot. Formation, approaching here step by step, it seems that they want to eat Liu Zhaosun and the others.
Thousands of enemies were thrown into a tent. A moment later, screams came from the tent. A group of soldiers who had no time to put on their armor, their bodies covered with stones and nails, rushed out screaming. They waved their weapons and roared with anger. curse. Before he could launch a counterattack, he was stabbed to death by the cavalry who rushed up from behind with a thread gun.
Amin did not expect that Liu Wei, who was alone and deep in the army, would dare to attack him at night.
If Erbeile had to make another choice, he would never camp on Dong'e Road. The surrounding area is high and the middle is low. The terrain is not conducive to one's defense at all, nor can he use the power of the blue flag step shot.
The enemy cavalry attacked from top to bottom, and the impact was inexhaustible.
When Liu Zhaosun led his servants to attack downwards, the momentum of more than two hundred people was like a rainbow, and there was a vague formation of a thousand people attacking at night.
The servants broke through the Nanying Gate and began to advance north. Some scattered soldiers were killed. Liu Zhaosun was panicked because he never encountered a counterattack from the main force of the Xianglan Banner. He knew in his heart that with his two to three hundred men, he was no match for Xianglan Banner. If Deng Qilong could not arrive in time to form a battle formation to cover the retreat, hundreds of dead soldiers could kill them all here without Ba Ya La making a move.
But now he couldn't care about that much. Liu Zhaosun's thoughts flashed and he saw an injured wrapper huddled up on the roadside, shouting for mercy. The wrapper's leg was injured and he could no longer escape.
"Where is that bastard Amin!"
Liu Zhao and Sun Ce immediately stepped forward and put the tip of the gun on the wrapper's neck.
Two servants came up from behind to protect the Thirteenth Master from different directions to prevent slave thieves from attacking. Bao Yi was frightened by this formation and spoke incoherently:
"Go back to the master, master, sir, don't kill me. Erbeile's camp is in the east. I will take you there right now,"
Liu Zhaosun's heart was filled with unknown anger:
"I don't need slaves, get out!"
Following the direction of the wrapping finger, a group of soldiers was gathering. They were quite fierce. They were holding thick shields and some weapons such as throwing axes and spears. Although the camp was in chaos, these armored soldiers seemed calm and leisurely.
Liu Zhaosun's heart felt tense: "Building slaves and dying soldiers?"
When the coated slave heard this, he quickly echoed:
"Yes, Grandpa Ming Jun, these are the virgins that the masters just captured from the north of Hetuala. They are not afraid of death, but they are very powerful. One person can beat ten Han people..."
It seems that the situation developed as he expected, and the Amin dog thief launched a counterattack in such a short period of time.
"Grandpa Ming Jun, don't kill me. I can ride a horse and help you kill..."
Liu Zhaosun's eyes flashed with cold light, and he stabbed out with his lance quickly. Before the coated slave could react, he was stabbed through the neck. He made a "hehe" sound in his mouth and fell softly to the ground.
Liu Zhaosun didn't even look at the wrapped corpse, and called several servants to come forward:
"Call a few more people and follow me to kill Amin!"
The two servants were stunned for a moment. They were both brave men and had no regard for life and death. However, they felt a little surprised when Master Thirteen said this.
Liu Zhaosun saw their thoughts and said with a smile:
"Thousands of soldiers will immediately surround us. We have no other way. We must kill them and exit through the north gate!"
The two servants agreed in unison and immediately turned their horses to greet the others.
At this time, fires were everywhere, and the ground was full of injured soldiers running around. Soldiers with blue flags and horse soldiers began to gather.
The place behind where the servants had just charged into battle was now densely packed with soldiers. At least half of them were already wearing armor, and their fine armor radiated a cold sheen.
Concentrate all your forces to kill Amin. Even if you can't kill the bastard, you can still escape by taking advantage of the chaos.
The servants came one after another and did a rough inventory. They found that there were more than 260 horses left. In less than half an hour, more than 30 people were lost.
Liu Zhaosun looked around and saw that all the servants were covered in blood. He didn't know whether it was the blood of the slaves or their own.
There were shouts of kill in Manchu and the rumble of horse hooves coming from behind. These blue-flag warriors had just defeated Juniper and Marin, and their morale was high. Suddenly they were attacked by the Ming army at night, and were bombarded by Ming army rockets and tens of thousands of enemies. Some of them were People were trampled and injured by the running packs. How could they not be angry in their hearts? Everyone wanted to capture this group of Ming army cavalry alive and cut them into pieces with thousands of knives to relieve the cruelty in their hearts.
Liu Zhaosun's body trembled slightly. He didn't feel scared during the bloody battle just now. At this moment, when he heard the rumble of horse hooves, he finally saw the true strength of Jiannu. He felt as if the entire camp was shaking and panicked in his heart.
"The thieves are coming! Thirteenth Master, Pei takes the first step!"
Pei Dahu turned the horse's head, facing the direction of the pursuers, slowly drew out his sword, and prepared to drive the horse into the formation for the final battle.
His horse's head turned, and the reins were pulled.
"Lao Pei, let's go, let me kill Amin!"
At this time, screams came from the south gate, and hundreds of light arrows pierced the night sky, pouring like raindrops on the heads of the soldiers with blue flags.
Many soldiers who had not had time to put on armor were shot by light arrows and rolled on the ground wailing.
"It's the Koreans who shoot arrows. Jin Yinghe is still quite capable! Otherwise, he wouldn't dare to shoot arrows at this time,"
Liu Zhaosun shouted loudly, gathered his servants and continued to charge. He raised his gun and pointed it at Amin's tent:
"Come! Kill Amin, the commander-in-chief will reward you heavily!"
More than two hundred and sixty cavalrymen lined up in a strict formation, with ten men in teams, charging forward in turn.
The overwhelming momentum rushed towards the Chinese army's tent. Some coated soldiers who could not dodge were knocked down by the horses' heads and were submerged in the galloping horses' hooves.
At the main tent of the Chinese army, the elite Geshiha under Amin saw the Ming army rushing towards them and immediately launched a counterattack. They stood fifty steps away from the flanks and shot at the servants with heavy arrows. Within this distance, armor-piercing bows could be easily torn apart. The Ming army had double-layered armor, and soon several people were shot and fell.
The servant was quite fierce. After being attacked by Goshiha, he immediately launched a counterattack, turning sideways and using a three-eyed gun to fight back.
When Liu Zhaosun saw this, he shouted loudly:
"Ignore them and charge forward!"
There are not many of these Goshiha. They are the most elite warriors among the Eight Banners. A mere dozen of them can pose a serious threat to more than two hundred cavalry.
"Deng Qilong should have arrived at the North Gate. Where is Jin Yinghe? Let him quickly go to the North Gate to cover the spearmen's confrontation!"
Plans are always faster than changes. According to the original plan, Deng Qilong and Jin Yinghe should fight against the Xianglan Banner soldiers at the south gate at this time and cover the evacuation of the servants from the south gate. Unexpectedly, Amin's defense was so empty. It was just a charge and he was about to die. Break through the camp.
Of course, it was impossible to return to the south gate at this time. Liu Zhaosun estimated that there were at least three thousand Zhenyi soldiers chasing them behind them.
A servant turned off his horse and went to notify Jin Yinghe. Liu Zhaosun looked at the servant's back and disappeared into the chaotic camp, silently praying for him.
Amin's Chinese army's tent is right in front of him. Killing Amin is just a talk. Only by attacking the Jiannu's army's tent can he attract the main force of Xianglan Banner. Jin Yinghe and Deng Qilong can more easily break through the north gate.
Generally speaking, the night attack went quite smoothly, but most of those killed so far were coated auxiliary soldiers. These auxiliary soldiers were good at filling trenches and digging ditches, but they definitely had no fighting power when it came to fighting others on the battlefield.
The seven thousand men and horses with the blue flag were like a giant beast that had regained its consciousness and was waving its claws to kill these hundreds of them.
The servants were halfway through the charge when more and more dead Jiannu soldiers appeared in front.
These dead soldiers come from the more remote mountains and forests north of Hetuala, also known as the Jurchens.
Compared with Jianzhou Jurchen, the Sheng Jurchen tribe was backward in development and more powerful in combat. They were kidnapped by Jianzhou Jurchen and used as cannon fodder in the war to consume the enemy's firepower.
The dead soldiers held thick shields and formed a strict queue, blocking the way of the servants. Liu Zhaosun saw that the shield was three inches thick and knew that a heavy arrow could not penetrate it, let alone a three-eyed gun.
If they were chopped with a sniper gun or a saber, more than two hundred people would be caught in a fierce battle with the dead soldiers. When the soldiers behind them gathered around, everyone would die without a place to bury them.
Thinking of this, Liu Zhaosun ordered to bypass the formation of dead soldiers, gallop past, and throw all the remaining ten thousand enemies, gray bottles and other objects on each person towards the phalanx of dead soldiers.
The dead soldiers did not wait for the cavalry to approach, and then shot with their rifle bows. Fortunately, the surrounding light was dim, and the opponent attacked the Ming army from a bright place. Most of the arrows missed the target and did not hit the target.
Heavy arrows whizzed past Liu Zhaosun's head. Several people around him were hit by the arrows and fell off their horses. The remaining people clung to the horse's belly, narrowly avoiding the bow and arrow fire, and hurriedly rushed north.
