"Fei Yangwu, go and summon the Ba Ya La from the banner to block the path of this Ming army. I think Liu Wei has taken the courage of a leopard and dared to attack our Xianglan Banner. I will have to chop him alive!"
A young general bumped shoulders with Amin, performed the common greeting ceremony among Jianzhou nobles, and raised his head to Erbeile. After Amin finished speaking, he said calmly:
"Second brother, did Big Belle tell you?"
Amin was stunned for a moment, and his eyes were filled with light.
"Say what?"
He knew that Fei Yangwu had a peaceful temperament and was not very old, but he was like a thousand-year-old turtle in the Hun River, always doing things in a leisurely manner.
Thanks to his temperament, he survived when the Great Khan killed his other nephews.
Seeing that his brother was hesitant to speak, Amin scolded the surrounding Ge Shiha. Jierhalang and Li Yongfang, who were standing next to him, walked away a few steps knowingly.
Seeing that there was no one around, Fei Yangwu opened his mouth and said:
"Second brother, when I was in Hetuala, I heard people say that Daishan was recruiting Koreans to surrender. Marshal of the Eastern Route Army in North Korea, a civil servant named Jiang Hongli, heard that he wanted to join us."
Amin looked surprised, and after a while, he became a little disdainful.
For such a major matter as negotiating peace, Nurhachi did not send himself there. Instead, he asked Daishan, who could not speak a single word, to do it, knowing that he could speak Korean.
Amin is now used to being isolated by Nurhachi. After hearing Fei Yangwu's words, he didn't take it seriously:
"So what? North Korea's armaments are lax. Hundreds of soldiers starved to death last winter, and they still need help from us, Daikin. Whether they surrender to us, Daikin, has nothing to do with this east-route war!"
When Fei Yangwu saw his brother like this, he stopped talking nonsense and said straight to the point:
"An Keshan came back just now to report that North Korean archers shot at us at the south gate, and many soldiers died."
An Keshan is Fei Yangwu's subordinate Niulu Erzhen, and is also a confidant of Little Belle. Amin frowned slightly:
"Xu is a North Korean servant recruited by Liu Wei. Leave him alone and attack this group of horse soldiers with all your strength!"
"Second brother, I'm afraid this matter is not as simple as we think!"
As the eighth son of Shuerhaqi, Fei Yangwu was only fifteen years old this year, the age of high school students in later generations, but he commanded three Niulu and more than a thousand soldiers, becoming a middle-level general of the Xianglan Banner.
This person is thoughtful and thoughtful. Among the brothers, he is a wise and courageous general. He is also recognized as Amin's successor. He does not get along with Jierhalang. He is usually distant and distant from several Belles of Xianghuangqi and Zhenghuangqi. On the contrary, he got very close to Amin.
The Jurchens in Jianzhou doted on their young sons. When Shuerhachi was alive, they doted on little Beile. When Shuerhaci was killed, Fei Yangwu was less than six years old. The upper echelons of the Eight Banners regarded him as a disaster star and avoided him for fear of being killed. . Fei Yangwu was lonely and pitiful, and Amin raised him at the risk of being beheaded. Little Belle was very grateful to Amin and regarded him as a father figure. He usually obeyed his elder brother, but Amin had nothing to do with his younger brother. Be careful and treat him as one of the few relatives you can completely trust.
When he heard that North Korean soldiers had appeared in the camp, Fei Yangwu immediately rushed to explain to his brother and expressed his worries at the same time.
"Second brother, do you think that the North Korean soldiers have any plan with Daishan to attack our Xianglan flag? If the Xianghuang flag and the Zhenghuang flag are here, they will definitely not encounter this group of North Korean soldiers!"
Amin looked at this little brother in surprise. He didn't expect him to be so deep at his young age. However, it was understandable that after witnessing his father being imprisoned and his brothers being slaughtered, even a simple and kind-hearted person would grow up quickly.
"Daishan is not so cruel, but you are right. We must be on guard in the future. The Koreans are really hateful. They killed our ginseng collectors in the early years. When the Japanese invaded during the Imchen period, the Great Khan asked for troops to help them repel the Japanese pirates. , was rejected, and now he is helping the Southern Barbarians to attack us. When I reorganize my troops in the future, I must capture Seoul and personally capture that thief Gwanghae Jun!"
Fei Yangwu was not interested in distant things. He interrupted his brother and asked:
"Second brother, how to deal with this group of Ming troops now?"
"Close the door and beat the dogs, kill them all! Tomorrow, give the heads to Liu Wei, let him take a good look! What will happen if you go against my Golden Army!"
Of course, Erbeile would not give this group of horse soldiers a chance to escape. If the Ming army was allowed to pat their butts and leave, there would be no place for their faces with blue flags.
The two dog thieves, Li Yongfang and Jier Harang, are all waiting to see the blue flag joke, and of course Amin will not let them succeed.
"You personally lead Bagya to stop them. By the way, don't let Jierhalang interfere. This bitch has been getting close to Daishan recently, so be on guard against him!"
Amin was actually a little panicked. Xianghuang Banner and Zhenghuang Banner had just won the battle, and the other flags had also achieved quite a lot. Everyone's morale was high. If Xianglan Banner was attacked by the Ming army, his status among the flags would be unstable. Don't It is said that Daishan Emperor Taiji is causing trouble for him, and even some middle-level generals in the banner will make small moves behind his back.
Fei Yangwu knew what his second brother was thinking and quickly took the order and left.
At this time, the Xianglan Banner camp gradually returned to calm. Bao Yi, who was running around, was either killed by the servants of the Ming army or killed by the soldiers of the Hou Jin Dynasty. The end was quite miserable.
Liu Zhaosun led the remaining servants and ran all the way north, collecting the scattered servants along the way and killing all the slaves and thieves blocking the way.
A group of elite cavalry formed a red iron stream and were invincible. However, they were blocked by dead soldiers at the north gate of the camp.
Dead soldiers wearing heavy armor and wielding shields rushed up one after another. After approaching the cavalry, they violently threw the iron bones and flying axes in their hands.
The lethality of weapons thrown within this distance is terrifying, and those who are hit will either die or be injured. The servants stabbed the dead soldiers violently with their spears, but the dead soldiers refused to retreat and continued to kill them.
Thousands of enemies exploded in the shield array. In the violent explosions, rain of blood splashed in the field, and the painful wails of dead soldiers were heard everywhere. They fought to the death, and the positions that were exploded were immediately refilled. .
"withdraw!"
Liu Zhaosun shouted loudly, and for the first time he felt an inexplicable fear of the dead soldiers of Jiannu.
The servants could no longer escape, and the soldiers with the blue flag who caught up bit the cavalry's tail. Both sides were on horseback and killed each other, killing and wounding each other. The slaves and thieves had the upper hand, and they pushed the Ming army's servants towards the dead soldiers one by one in a shield formation. Forced to go.
"Master Thirteen, what should I do?"
Liu Zhaosun felt a sense of despair in his heart as he looked at the increasing number of dead soldiers with blue flags who were unable to kill them.
Before charging into the battle, he underestimated the combat effectiveness of the dead soldiers, but now it was too late to regret it.
He was unwilling to die here within a day of traveling through time.
The servants did not carry armor-piercing arrows, and light arrows had limited damage to dead soldiers. The cavalry, which had lost the advantage of cavalry, was not as powerful as ordinary infantry.
"Whoever has ten thousand enemies, throw them out together, blast the gap, rush out, run away if you can, and kill yourself if you can't escape!"
The last five missiles fired at the phalanx of tens of thousands of enemies were ignited and thrown towards the phalanx of dead soldiers. There were several loud bangs, and a hole was blown open in the thick shield array.
There were shouts in Manchu from behind. A very young general from Houjin, riding on a horse, shouted loudly and directed Zhenyi to attack the Ming army.
The red-eyed Zhenyi armor soldiers with the blue flag slashed wildly at the horse's legs with their swords. A servant's horse was frightened and fell to the ground. More than a dozen swords struck him at once and chopped him into pieces in a matter of seconds. Into meat paste.
The gap in the shield array that just appeared in front was quickly filled by dead soldiers. Looking at the dark Jurchen hunters behind him like a tide, Liu Zhaosun's legs clamping the horse's belly began to tremble a little. He was not afraid of death, but he regretted it now. Why didn't you just give up when you didn't see a good situation? After killing several Jiannu, you immediately attacked north.
But there is no point in regretting. Fortunately, the servants in front of them are loyal enough to the Liu family, and they are not afraid of death. Otherwise, if other people had faced this situation, they would all have fled long ago.
"Kill! Kill all the slaves!"
Liu Zhaosun knew that he was bound to die, so he no longer cared about the shield formation of dead soldiers in front of him. He turned his horse's head and prepared to charge towards the thousands of Zhenyi soldiers behind him.
Seeing the commander like this, the remaining servants also pulled out their swords and line guns, looked up at the densely packed Jiannu soldiers in the distance, and let out a low roar.
At this critical moment, someone discovered that the shield formation of the dead soldiers behind them was somewhat loose, and some of the dead soldiers turned around and headed towards the camp gate.
Then, there was a dense sound of armor vibrating in the distance, and the harsh metal sound of spears piercing the armor.
More and more dead soldiers screamed, turning to face the enemies rushing from behind.
Pei Dahu was ready to die with Jiannu. The most loyal servant under Liu Wei would rather die than fall into the hands of slave thieves.
"Pei Dahu, save your life and kill the Tatars! Did you see that Deng Qilong is coming? Follow me and kill him!"
Liu Zhaosun led the remaining two hundred people to cross the horse pit and fence and rushed out of the north gate. On the ground at the north gate, there were dense corpses of soldiers. Groups of blue-flag warriors armed with knives and axes were retreating steadily under the intensive spear offensive of the Zhejiang soldiers. These Jurchen hunters possess strong physical strength and force. , However, facing the concentrated thrust of spearmen, the bravery of a single person is of little value.
"kill!"
The soldiers chasing the Ming army servants with Xianglan Banner ran into the pikemen who came to reinforce the Zhejiang army. These pikemen used thick bamboo poles and the spear heads were quite sharp. They pierced the soldiers. Jianzhou Jurchens had never encountered this before. The Qi army who used long spears to deal with the Liao soldiers seemed to be of no use here. Their broadswords could not cut down the Ming army, but they would be attacked by several spears at the same time.
"Kill all these southern barbarians!"
The soldiers at the front got angry and slashed at the spear heads with their swords. They were furious that the less than a thousand Ming army spearmen in front of them dared to block the way of the army.
"Tiger! Tiger! Tiger!"
Five hundred Zhejiang soldiers formed three rows of tight square formations. They were not afraid at all. Taking advantage of the terrain, they frantically assassinated those soldiers who tried to rush up.
The soldiers with the blue flag had to climb a gentle slope to enter the attack range. However, their swords posed no threat to the pikemen, and the throwing axes were blocked by the shields of the opposite Ming army.
There were a few whooshes, and the sound of arrows piercing the sky streaked across the sky.
The Zhenyi soldiers who rushed at the front fell to the ground. The remaining soldiers were not afraid at all and rushed towards this side fiercely.
Jin Yinghe led the elite archers and appeared near the north gate in time. These Korean soldiers were weak in close combat, but their archery was still better than Ba Ya La.
The short-tip bow fired at an astonishing speed. A North Korean archer took out the arrow cluster from the arrow holder without aiming, and then shot it out. The sharp arrow shot out of the air and went straight into the throat of a soldier with a blue flag.
Two hundred archers actually suppressed the attack of five or six hundred Xianglan Banner Zhenyi, blocking them behind the Ming army's servants.
When Liu Zhaosun saw the reinforcements arriving, he was as happy as a drowning man grabbing a straw.
"Quickly leave! Don't be obsessed with fighting! We won't be able to leave until dawn!"
Deng Qilong commanded the Zhejiang soldiers to rush forward bravely in front of the mountain, thrusting their spears wildly, killing all the Houjin soldiers who tried to come forward. All the troops had withdrawn from the camp, and only the pikemen were still fighting with the soldiers with blue flags at the gate of the camp.
The spear was like a sickle, constantly harvesting the lives of the slaves. The bamboo spear was astonishingly long and moved like a dragon, making it difficult to defend.
The swords and sticks of the Zhenyi warriors could not harm the Ming army. The number of their flying axes and iron bones was limited. After throwing them, they had to face hand-to-hand combat with the Ming army.
Jin Yinghe led the archers to fight and retreat. They replaced the light arrows with armor-piercing arrows and fired at close range. The armor-piercing arrows were amazingly powerful. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen blue-flag archers were shot, rolling and firing. Screaming, the Zhenyi soldiers did not dare to shoot at the Korean soldiers anymore, and the formation was a little messy.
"withdraw!"
Liu Zhaosun roared loudly and led everyone to rush out of the camp gate.
Under the night, more than a dozen wounded soldiers died. Medical technology in this era was backward, and there was basically no possibility of being revived if injured on the battlefield.
Liu Zhaosun ordered that the bodies of the dead soldiers be brought back for burial. He could not leave these Paoze brothers here as lonely ghosts.
Of course, you can't take back the corpses in the camp. You can take back as many as you can.
Half an hour later, with the help of elite servants, the spearmen and Korean archers escaped from the pursuit of the slave thieves and sneaked into the invisible night.
