Of the 700 servants Liu Wei brought from his hometown in Jiangxi, there were only about 300 left who could still fight at this time, and more than half of them were lost in the battle.
Losing half of the servants in one battle was enough for a military leader of this era to jump into a river.
Servants are far different from ordinary soldiers.
Ordinary soldiers only need to be recruited from military households or refugees, and they are given some sticks at will. They are basically not given food and salary, and there is basically no training. As long as they do not starve to death - in fact, it does not matter if they starve to death. Anyway, the Ming Dynasty has never been short of refugees. Since Taizu There is no shortage from time to time.
One more thing, during the Chenghua period, the Jingxiang refugee uprising was as large as millions. If the Ming Dynasty had not still had national destiny at that time, it is estimated that the story of Li Chuang's entry into Beijing would have happened a hundred years earlier.
In contrast, raising servants is a lot of trouble. Not only do you have to pay your servants military wages, but they must not be too little. You must provide weapons and armor, and training must not be left behind.
On the battlefield, the servant is the person who rushes to the front to block the bullets of the generals. To the men, the servant is their lifeblood and the most lovable person.
Li Chengliang was able to dominate Liaodong back then because he had more than 3,000 elite servants at his disposal.
Liu Zongbing chose not to move like a mountain, but to live and die with the Chinese army's tent. The Ding Yizi of the family must invade like fire to meet the slaves and thieves.
It's not because everyone is like Liu Zhaosun, Liu Tianxing, Qiao Yiqi and the others, who regard death as death.
We are all not fools. If the Commander-in-Chief were to die in battle here, these guest soldiers would not have the protection of their superiors, and each of them would still have money in their hands. On the ground in Liao Town, it would be fish and meat on the chopping board. No matter how fierce they are, they will be punished. There are no bones left after eating.
Of course, the idea of surrendering to the Jian slaves to be used as coats of arms is not something that no one has thought about.
However, to convince these Qiu Ba, who are from the southern countryside and have a strong clan mentality, to let them shave their pigtails and then spend the rest of their lives speaking in barbaric language that no one can understand, is simply more uncomfortable than having their heads chopped off directly. .
Without hair, you will not be able to recognize your ancestors, and you will become a lonely ghost and go to the eighteen hells.
"Baoyi Nikan can live because their ancestors have lived here. You are different! In today's battle, whether the slaves are defeated or we are defeated, Baoyi Aha in Liaodong will continue to drag pigtails! Continue to live. Stay! This is the way of heaven and the general trend, it cannot be stopped!"
In front of the Ming army formation, Liu Zhaosun rode past 330 servants and roared with all his strength:
"In the Battle of Saarhu, three of the four armies were defeated, and only our soldiers of the Southern Army were still alive as human beings!"
"The imperial court abandoned me, Liao Town bullied me, and even North Korea wanted to harm me! Why are we fighting?!"
All the servants held their breath, listening to Mr. Liu's lecture, with a look of astonishment on their faces.
Although these rough guys have not read any books by saints and sages, they have been influenced by Confucian culture for thousands of years and everyone understands the principles of monarch, minister and minister.
Boss Liu's words sounded treasonous, but to these Qiu Ba people, he was really good!
Kang Yingqian and Qiao Yiqi stood in front of the servants, watching Liu Zhaosun confuse people's hearts without saying a word.
The servants of the two adults were organized into an array to fight to the death with Jian Nu.
Both of them put on chainmail armor and each held a weapon in their hands.
Although the civil servants of the Ming Dynasty had shortcomings of one kind or another, most of them were still good at integrity.
"Returning to Shenyang means death! Only by repelling the Jian slaves can you live! The slave thieves will not enter the customs, and your descendants will not shave their heads, and they will not become these coated Aha! Defeat the Jian slaves, and the people of the world will You don’t dare to look down on my southern soldiers!”
"Fight for our descendants! Fight for our southern soldiers!"
Pei Dahu, the head servant, raised his arms and shouted. Although he didn't understand what Xiao Shisan was shouting, he also knew that this was a time to boost morale.
More than three hundred people raised their arms and shouted:
"Fight for our descendants! Fight for our southern soldiers!"
"Kill the slaves!"
Liu Zhaosun, armed with a lance, took the lead in rushing down the hill.
The servants galloped their horses and raised their whips, and followed closely behind the commander's horse. Three hundred cavalry rushed towards the slaves and thieves down the mountain like a rolling torrent.
Kang Yingqian and Qiao Yiqi looked at each other, both showing surprise, but they both felt excitement and majesty rising in their hearts.
Qiao Yiqi pulled out his sword, slapped the horse's belly with the back of the sword, and laughed wildly:
"Why don't men take Wu Gou and collect the fifty states in Guanshan? This is what a man should do! Kill the slaves!"
The setting sun shrouded the earth, and blood flowed like gullies through the white snow. Jin Yinghe leaned against a tall willow tree and shouted to the north at the top of his lungs.
Surrounding the North Korean general were three large bows. One of the bowstrings had been broken, and the black bow body looked like a hibernating snake.
Five or six steps away from the willow tree, there is a trench more than two feet deep, extending from the Shajianzi hill to the bank of the Hun River.
The edge of the trench was densely packed with arrow clusters, and from time to time light arrows fell from the sky and stuck on the corpses.
There were corpses lying around the trench, including pikemen in battle jackets, well-equipped Korean archers, and some Bagaras wearing white armor.
Some people squirmed in the trench with difficulty. Their bodies were covered in blood, and it was no longer possible to tell whether they were Ming or Korean soldiers.
After the comrades above confirmed that there was no danger, the people below quickly piled the corpses outside the trench, stacking them up like sandbags to block the heavy arrows whizzing from the opposite side.
"General Deng! Come in quickly!"
A stout general of the Ming army, and several servants covered the general's body with shields, and they staggered back to the ditch.
Deng Qilong had more than a dozen arrow feathers stuck in his body, and there was an unknown amount of blood on his red war jacket.
Two hundred steps behind him, the Zhenyi warriors holding thick shields and broadswords stepped on the dense corpses of spearmen on the ground, rushing towards this side like a tide.
Four thousand Zhejiang soldiers fought hard for two hours, killing and wounding more than a thousand Xianglan Banner Zhenyi soldiers. As the artillery in the rear exploded, the North Korean gunmen collapsed. This lone army lost all support little by little, and finally collapsed across the board.
Both long spears and double armor were not conducive to retreat. The Zhenyi soldiers rushing in front approached the defeated soldiers at an alarming speed, slashing and killing them from behind. As a result, the defeated Zhejiang soldiers became the biggest enemy in this battle of Xianglan Banner. Results.
When the front collapsed, Deng Qilong sent elite servants to supervise the formation, but the effect was insignificant. In the face of a rout of thousands of people, the role of a few dozen servants was too weak, and they were quickly overwhelmed by the tide of spearmen.
Despite this, there were still five to six hundred brave Zhejiang soldiers who did not escape and were making final resistance.
The combat effectiveness of the spearmen who lost the advantage of the array was greatly reduced, and they were no match for the Jurchen hunters when fighting alone.
These Ming troops, who had nowhere to escape, faced the black crowd of Jiannu and faced the fate of imminent destruction. They finally chose to break up into pieces.
The Qi family army started with the Yuanyang formation, and this formation is deeply rooted in the blood of every Zhejiang soldier.
They quickly dispersed the city into a formation of 70 or 80 mandarin ducks, with the long spears in front and the Tao Palladium Wolves behind, specializing in killing the sporadic slaves who entered the city.
The Zhenyi armor soldiers who rushed up from behind avoided these tough hedgehogs and bypassed the mandarin duck formations that were huddled in defense to pursue the Ming army that collapsed in front of the group.
Soldiers with blue flags came continuously from the south. Bagaras wearing white armor appeared in front of the formation. They held long shields and rushed towards each mandarin duck battle formation. These strong and ferocious Bagaras were like beasts hitting the thin The Ming army's mandarin duck formation.
These bagas opened cracks in each mandarin duck formation, and the long card players holding long cards were knocked over by them.
The white-armored soldiers rushed into the Ming army with an unstoppable momentum. The long spears and palladium in the hands of the Zhejiang soldiers lost their effect at this time. Ba Yala roared like a wild beast, brandishing his long ax and broadsword, wildly slashing the surrounding Ming troops.
Forced into a desperate situation, the Zhejiang soldiers stabbed these beast-like enemies with swords. Their weapons were no match for heavy soldiers such as spears and maces. A young Zhejiang soldier had his brain shattered by a mace, and his arms were still holding a hand tightly. A white-armored soldier stabbed his dagger into his neck.
The Yuanyang Formation was torn apart one by one by the well-equipped Bagara. This small battle formation could stop the Japanese pirates with thin armor. However, when the array was not strict and the equipment was missing, they encountered the elite Bagara white-armored soldiers of Houjin. , already beyond their capabilities, a Zhejiang soldier in the battle formation could kill a white armor only after paying heavy casualties.
The Zhejiang soldiers in the Yuanyang formation behind them watched their comrades die in battle, and just silently clenched their weapons or spears to welcome death.
The front row battle formation has been completely broken through, and the final massacre of the Zhejiang soldiers has begun.
Bagala also suffered heavy losses. In the blink of an eye, more than twenty people were killed or injured. Everyone looked at the fallen white-armored soldiers and gritted their teeth.
In front of the position, an aggressive white-armored soldier broke into the Yuanyang formation. This Ming army's equipment was relatively complete. They were equipped with wolves, spears, and short soldiers, and densely packed weapons surrounded this Ba Ya La.
He roared, and then two spearmen came up quickly, and the two spears rushed in front of him at the same time. Bagara immediately spread out, blocked the spears with a mace, and stepped back. At this time, a spear Palladium came at him from the side again, and when he hurriedly avoided it, a spear stabbed into his calf. He hit the spear with the mace, and the mace pierced his lower abdomen. The iron wolf mill hit him in the face, and he took two steps back against his body. He collapsed to the ground, and the dense weapons pierced his body. ·····
"Shoot these Nanbarbarians to death!"
After witnessing the death of Bagala, the most elite member of the flag, Fei Yingwu decided not to waste time anymore. He gave an order, and a group of archers stepped forward one after another, approaching each mandarin duck formation, aiming at the position that could not be blocked by the long-legged soldiers in front. Use heavy arrows to kill the Palladium hand behind.
The Ming army had long lost the cover of their bows and arrows, and most of the soldiers in the Yuanyang Formation did not have bows, arrows and firecrackers, so they could only hide behind their shields and suffer the beating.
The archers with blue flags here were shooting fast, and they kept approaching the front, until an unlucky archer was hit in the face by a flying ax thrown by the Yuanyang formation, and fell to the ground rolling, and the rest of them took a few steps back.
The heavy arrows hit the long card hard, making a buzzing sound. Ming soldiers were constantly hit by bows and arrows, and fell to the ground with a groan.
Gradually, only a square formation of more than thirty long cards remained on the battlefield, behind which were hiding the stubborn Zhejiang soldiers.
"Feng Wei, rush out and fight with them. I would rather be shot to death than be a prisoner!"
Behind the long card, the player Liu Zicai spat, and the long card in front buzzed, and another heavy arrow hit the cowhide long card.
There were only ten people in their temporary Yuanyang Formation, and one of the Wolf Hunters was missing. The remaining ten people were surrounded by Zhenyi soldiers fifty steps away from the trench, and the only two long cards were damaged. One, they can't hold on for long, and when the archers get around behind them, they'll be finished.
Liu Zicai turned back to look at the spearman Feng Wei, looking at this good brother he had just known for less than half an hour. The two nodded at the same time, ignoring the flag captain's scolding, and prepared to rush out of the long card.
Suddenly, between the trenches in the distance, bursts of snowflakes appeared, and the surrounding ground shook violently, as if thousands of war horses were running towards this direction.
The archer with the blue flag who was shooting at the front was in full swing. Before he could react, his body felt like being hit by a hammer and flew backwards. Before he could land, he was picked up by the rifle from behind and fell heavily to the ground. In the messy The horse's hooves turned into pulp.
"Ming Army Horse Soldiers!"
