"Liaodong is about to change. In the past twenty years, Li Chengliang and his son have raised slaves like this. Raising tigers will be a disaster! It will be a disaster for future generations!"
On March 6, the forty-seventh year of Wanli, at the first quarter of the hour, at Shajianzi Camp, the commander-in-chief Liu Wei looked at the men and horses with blue flags all over the mountains and plains in the distance, shaking his head and sighing.
Liu Zhaosun followed behind his adoptive father. Pei Dahu and his servants were guarding the surroundings. The servants held shields and looked warily in the direction of the Jin army, always on guard against sudden cold arrows.
Under the threat of the white-armored soldiers, the Ming army kept retreating at night and was suppressed near their own camp. At this time, a group of white-armored soldiers suddenly appeared and fired cold arrows, killing the commander-in-chief. It was not impossible.
"Father, I don't know whether Li Rubai is dead or alive. Is Liao Zhen really going to die without saving him?"
As a time traveler, although Liu Zhaosun knew the final choice of Liao Town, when he entered this period of history immersed in it, he still had a little bit of emotion. Although the hope was slim, he still wanted to confirm whether Li Rubai really wanted to escape. Abandon the southern soldiers.
The adoptive father Liu Wei stroked his beard gently, and the gray beard became sparser and thinner. The bun on the top of his head was like a bunch of withered grass. When he spoke, his head shook involuntarily.
"Zhaosun, I am sixty-seven years old. I followed my father to pacify the chieftains when I was thirteen years old. I have spent my whole life killing the chieftains. I am so lucky to be wrapped in horse leather. I am content to die here today. But,"
The old soldier looked at the young adopted son in front of him, suddenly burst into tears and looked sad.
When Liu Zhaosun saw this, he quickly advised:
"Father, don't say that. It's not like we have no chance of victory. My son has sent servants to contact Ye He's tribe. They should have set off and will arrive in the next few days. Ye He's elite soldiers are brave and will be able to defeat the enemy. My son And we swore an alliance with the Koreans..."
Liu Wei slowly raised his hand to signal Liu Zhaosun to stop talking, with a look of exhaustion unique to the elderly on his face.
After the Imjin Japanese Rebellion, I left Liaodong for twenty years in the blink of an eye.
When Liu Wei was fighting in Korea, he had never met Nurhaci. His knowledge of the slave chief's strength was limited to various rumors.
Before coming to Liaodong, Liu Wei's impression of the Jianzhou Jurchens was just a small tribe on the border of the empire robbing families and homes.
It wasn't until Juniper's disastrous defeat and Marin's retreat the day before yesterday, and today's witnessing the powerful troops of Xianglan Banner with overwhelming momentum, that Liu Wei realized the true strength of Nurhachi.
"Li Rubai won't come. Liao Zhen still thinks that the southern army will die. Ye He's tribe can be counted on, but how many days can we hold on?"
Liu Zhaosun felt that Liu Wei was too pessimistic, but as a time traveler, his grasp of historical details was certainly not as comprehensive as Liu Wei's. Whether the reinforcements that his adoptive father was worried about could come in time would determine the outcome of the battlefield.
"Zhaosun, do you still remember "Better the Rongman" that Jiang Hongli sang before he died?"
"Remember, why did my adoptive father say this?"
Liu Zhaosun was shocked. Although his adoptive father had some knowledge of pen and ink, he did not look like a Confucian general reciting poems and composing poems. He did not know what he was going to sing.
"At the junction of the Tang Dynasty and Tubo, native Han people lived together, and the living customs of the Han people in the border areas were the same as those of the Tubo. When the general was fighting against the Tubo, he was captured by a Han citizen who thought he was a Tubo. The Tubo Han people told his life experience, and this poem came out. "
When Liu Wei said this, his cloudy eyes suddenly brightened, and he looked at his adopted son with bright eyes.
"Zhaosun, do you really think there is only one Li Yongfang in Fushun?"
"ah,"
Liu Zhaosun was speechless. He never expected Liu Wei to say these words. As a time traveler, he didn't expect this. He couldn't help but respect the Ming Dynasty general soldier in front of him a little more.
Liu Wei's ability to analyze the situation in Liaodong in this way is inseparable from what he saw and heard when he was leading the army.
In the early years of Wanli, the Toungoo dynasty of Myanmar continued to expand, which attracted the attention of the court.
In Dali, Yunnan, Jinzhi, Lin'an, Yuanjiang and other places, "the barbarian sentiments were against each other, and some officials moved infrequently, and could not get the key points." When Liu Wei led his troops to fight the Burmese soldiers, he found that the local Han people did not distinguish between Hua and Yi. Whether in terms of emotions or living habits, the local Han people are more inclined to be "barbarians" in a foreign land, and are gradually drifting away from the articles, allusions, customs and etiquette of the Central Dynasty.
From the front of the Shajianzi position, there was the sound of Korean gunfire crackling, and the crackling sound was like setting off firecrackers during the New Year.
Liu Zhao and Sun Xunxun looked around and were shocked to see the gray stream of people extending from the north. There were wrapped Aha all over the mountains and plains, carrying bags of sand and soil on their shoulders, like a dense ant colony, slowly walking towards the Ming army's position.
Behind the wrapped Aha, blue-flag-inlaid Zhenyi wearing fine armor filled the path, stretching all the way to the sky.
At the end of the sky, a huge golden dragon banner was raised. Under the banner, several senior generals of the Xianglan Banner were looking towards the Ming army's position.
"Amin is here! All the blue flags are here!"
Liu Zhaosun murmured to himself that this was the first time he had seen such a large battle. The visual impact of the majestic battles in the cold weapon era was not something that could be felt in later movies.
"Zhaosun, what do you think are the chances of winning this battle?"
Liu Zhaosun did not expect that his adoptive father would ask this question. He looked at the densely packed Aha in the distance and stretched out five fingers:
"Be 50% sure,"
The night attack the day before yesterday had already taken away the morale of Xianglan Banner. In addition, the defenses of Shajianzi Camp were strong enough.
The Ming army's troop deployment was much more reasonable than in the original historical plane. At least there would be no such low-level mistakes as smoke blocking the line of sight.
After paying the soldiers, beheading Jiang Hongli, raiding the enemy camp at night, and burying and providing compensation, after some operations, this Ming army was no longer the chaotic army it was before.
At least those who participated in the night attack would fight to the end in the ensuing battle.
Therefore, Liu Zhaosun said that he has a five-point chance of winning, which is relatively conservative.
"No chance of winning,"
Liu Qing looked down the mountain, and the North Korean gunners fired freely, hitting the coated soldiers indiscriminately.
"No chance of winning?"
Liu Zhaosun's eyes widened. He knew the outcome of the Battle of Saarhu. He believed that it would be possible to save his life by doing all he could.
The Ming-Burma War lasted intermittently for more than fifty years from the thirty-fifth year of Jiajing to the thirty-fourth year of Wanli.
Liaodong and Yunnan are very similar. They are both plagued by tiger breeding, and the native people collude with barbarians.
"Recruiting grandsons, Liaodong is no longer the court's Liaodong. The Han people in Liaodong speak Yi language. On the surface, they appear to be the people of the Ming Dynasty, but in fact they have been assimilated by the slaves and thieves."
Liu Zhaosun nodded slightly and listened to his adoptive father continue:
"Do you think these wrapped Aha at the foot of the mountain are all coerced by slaves and thieves?"
As a time traveler, Liu Zhaosun only saw national justice and ethnic conflicts. He did not understand the real situation of ordinary Han people in Liaodong during the late Ming Dynasty.
"This battle may be able to repel the Xianglan Banner, but it will be difficult for the imperial court to restore Liaodong."
Liu Zhaosun suddenly remembered that Yuan Chonghuan boasted in front of the young emperor that Haikou had been peaceful for five years, and he couldn't help but ask:
"In my opinion, how many years will it take to restore Liao?"
Liu Wei was silent for a moment: "It has to be ten years!"
Liu Zhaosun took a breath. The situation in Liaodong was far more dangerous than he imagined. He comforted his adoptive father and said:
"Father, these important matters should be left to the officials of the Six Departments to decide!"
Liu Wei looked at Liu Zhaosun with relief, thinking that this boy had made great progress in the past few days and might not be able to enter the Sixth Division in the future.
"That's right. Go to the riding camp and be careful not to be outflanked by slave thieves."
Liu Zhaosun said goodbye to his adoptive father, told Pei Dahu to protect Liu Wei, and rode towards the left wing position of Shajianzi.
Around the camp of the Ming army, densely packed coats of Aha seemed to have been beaten to death. They continued to pour sand and soil into the trenches regardless of the Koreans' cannon fire. The trenches in the outer positions of the Ming army were filled with these coats at a speed visible to the naked eye.
There were about two to three thousand people in charge, most of them were young and strong laborers. Liu Zhaosun could not see a trace of sadness on their faces, and many of them looked quite excited.
Behind Baoyi, well-equipped and well-organized dead soldiers formed a square formation, waiting for the order to attack.
"This is people's war,"
Liu Zhaosun sneered and said, the strong fighting power of the wrapped minions made him feel like he was in another world.
Who is the just party?
He rode his horse to the left-wing cavalry position that he was responsible for. When the cavalry soldiers saw General Liu approaching, they all signaled to him.
"Thirteenth Master, do you want your brothers to kill them? These bastard Tartars! They don't even recognize their ancestors!"
Liu Zhaosun looked at the coated Aha who was carrying earth and rocks to fill the trench in the distance, and shook his head at the angry cavalry soldiers under his command, feeling very complicated.
The classic story that the travelers originally expected, "The Han people in Liaodong were oppressed by the Hou Jin Dynasty, the travelers raised their arms and resisted Nurhaci, and the liberation of Aha was achieved" was not performed.
On the contrary, the Ming Dynasty represented by our own side has now become the target of revolution by the undercovers.
"Is Liaodong really going to change?"
Liu Zhaosun was in a low mood and waved his hand to stop the cavalry from moving.
Nurhaci is unstoppable in Liaodong. It is impossible to say that he does not have the support of some Han people in Liaodong.
He wanted to know what heinous things Emperor Wanli and his loyal ministers and generals had done in Liaodong, so that so many Han people voluntarily joined the Hou Jin Dynasty and strived to be Nurhaci's leading party.
Just when Liu Zhaosun was thinking wildly, a dull explosion came from the trench position, like thunder in the distance. Amidst the screams that did not sound like human voices, only a few eager Bao Yi fell to the ground and struggled. He was also affected by the explosion and rolled around on the ground holding his head.
Liu Zhaosun smiled coldly, knowing that Bao Yi had stepped on the mine cannon.
During the late Ming Dynasty, various types of landmines came out one after another. There were more than ten kinds of landmines used by the Ming army. They were classified according to the detonation method, including combustion, pull, trip, machine, etc.
In addition to single-shot grenades, there are also so-called alphabet mines.
However, the most famous one is the steel wheel flint detonation device "steel wheel fire" made by Qi Jiguang when he was guarding Jizhou in the eighth year of Wanli.
This kind of landmine has a transmission mechanism installed in the machine box. When the enemy steps on the machine cable, the falling stone in the box falls, driving the steel wheel to rotate, causing sharp friction with the flint and igniting, detonating the mine.
Steel wheel ignition has greatly improved the accuracy and reliability of mine ignition timing. However, due to its high cost and cumbersome manufacturing, it has not been widely promoted.
What the East Route Army carried with them this time was the traditional incendiary thunder, which was similar in shape to the Ten Thousand Enemy, but was much larger than the Ten Thousand Enemy.
When the landmines were originally laid, the target was to build slaves and Zhenyi. Unexpectedly, Amin was able to mobilize thousands of soldiers to fill the trenches. Liu Zhaosun began to re-evaluate Houjin's human resources.
During the Wanli Dynasty, Liaodong experienced great changes, and the Han people and the government were at odds with each other. Of course, all this was beyond the imagination of the Southern soldiers who were thousands of miles away.
The trench-filling team panicked for a while, but soon regained their composure. As they got closer and closer to the Shajianzi Camp, the trench-filling soldiers suffered more and more attacks. The North Korean gunners were in a position where there was no threat and could shoot calmly. , amidst the crackling sound of firecrackers, coated Aha was hit by lead bullets from time to time, and the casualties of the trench-filling team began to increase.
The French cannons arranged on the mountainside have been silent. According to the previously formulated combat plan, these precious artillery will not start speaking until the Zhenyi soldiers enter the range. There is no need to waste cannons to deal with these coated Aha.
