Ying Minghan, who was sitting on the imperial desk, slowly raised his face, looked around, and looked calmly at the arguing Belles.
Nurhachi, who is already in his 60s, has a tall and straight figure, a raised nose, and sharp eyes like an eagle, maintaining the perseverance of General Longhu.
At this moment, Nurhachi's newly shaved head was slightly glowing, and the braid on the back of his head hung on the right side of his chest. The posture of his hair hanging down the right side showed the great ambition of the late Jin Dynasty Khan to conquer the Central Plains.
He gently stroked the handle on the seat with his left hand, and flipped through a thick pile of secret letters sent from Shenyang with his right hand. He glanced at it and took out one letter from the letter. When he opened it and read it, it read "Tieling General" written on the paper. He quickly finished reading the words Ding Bi, looked up at the flag owners again, and finally said:
"The Ming army is stationed in Kaiyuan and Tieling. Liu Wei's adopted son is deceiving people in the city and massacring Jurchens. Ding Shen will take refuge in Shenyang. Do you know about this?"
Daishan, Huang Taiji, and Mang Gurtai looked at each other with incredible expressions on their faces.
Ding Bi was one of the generals of Liao Town whom Dai Jin focused on buying. With his help, several important military towns in Liaodong have already deployed internal agents. As long as the army approaches, they can be included in Dai Jin's territory without losing a fight.
Ding Bi had been operating in Tieling for many years, so why was he so easily driven away by this group of Ming soldiers?
All the Baylors knew that the Great Khan was wise and mighty, and he was kind to the Liao people and could not bear to kill. Without these internal agents, they would have no choice but to attack the city by force, and by then no one would know how many people would be killed or injured.
"Ama, what do you mean, we won't fight anymore?"
Mang Gurtai looked happy. His Ama often said that without the help of internal officials, he should not easily attack the Ming Dynasty's strong city to avoid damage. It seems that today his father Khan is finally on his side.
Nurhachi snorted, his eyes fell on the fifth elder brother, and said coldly:
"Mang Gurtai, the leader of the Zhenglan Banner, I ask you, when I set up the army with thirteen armors, overcame the thorns and obstacles, and founded the Eight Banners, what are the Eight Banners?"
Mang Gurtai, who was feeling proud, never thought that his father would ask him this question. Calling him the leader of the Zhenglan Banner clearly meant he was dissatisfied.
Mang Gurtai was frightened and didn't know how to answer. He knelt down on the ground. The back of Qian's rat tail was already soaked with sweat.
Nurhachi's eyes slowly swept over the crowd, not showing off his anger. All the Baylors lowered their heads one after another, and the Khan's powerful voice sounded in the hall.
"The Eight Banners use Niulu as a unit, and Niulu is a big arrow. One arrow is easy to break, but ten arrows are difficult to break! The purpose of dividing you into Niulu is to work together, so that you can be invincible!"
Nurhachi turned his eyes and looked at Daishan and shouted:
"Since I am the eldest brother, I have to set an example for the little Belles. If you dare to deliberately sow discord again, what should you do?!"
Daishan quickly kowtowed in apology and returned to his seat angrily.
Nurhaci looked around, stood up from the imperial desk, happened to be looking at a flying sea turtle outside the window, and said calmly:
"What I am worried about is not the Ming army in one city and one pond, but the stubborn resistance of the Han people in Liaodong."
"I said in the first year of Tianming: Why is our country divided into masters and slaves, adults and villains? If someone resents his country and comes to join us and serve us wholeheartedly, we will not let him become a slave or villain! "
When Nurhaci said this, he looked at the coated slave Li Dingguo who was still waiting outside the palace, touched his nose, and continued:
"However, the Han people have a saying that those who are not of my race must have different minds!"
"In Liao Town, there are many people who are willing to make good friends with Da Jin, but there are also a lot of people who are stubborn and want to resist Da Jin!"
"The two million and seven hundred thousand Liao people are all brave and good at fighting. Once we wake up, our hegemony of the Golden Emperor will be in vain!"
"In the past twenty years, I have divided, bribed, and killed the Liao people. I have tried my best to walk on thin ice, and even achieved a great victory in Saarhu and a situation like that of Dajin."
When Nurhachi said this, his tone suddenly became much louder and his eyes became ferocious.
"Liu Qing's adopted son is only a commander, but he resists my army with a small soldier, and uses his mantis arm like a chariot to shake the tree! He blocked the Xianglan Banner in the Hun River, severely damaging Amin, and lowering my morale! He also deceives people's hearts by summoning souls and paying them, The stupid people in Liao are all coerced by them, their power has increased greatly, and Liao Town is difficult to control. They dare to go north to Kaiyuan and openly provoke Da Jin. These thieves are ambitious and wolfish. If they are eradicated as soon as possible, they will become a serious problem for our Jin Kingdom in the future!"
"What I am worried about is the support of the people. I may not want Kaiyuan or Tieling, but I must not make the Liao people have any intention of resisting. My order!"
Hearing that the Great Khan was about to issue a royal order, several Baylors raised their heads.
"The leader of the Zhenghong flag is Daishan! The leader of the Zhenglan flag is Mang Gurtai! The leader of the Zhengbai flag is Huang Taiji! The leader of the Zhenglan flag is Amin!"
The four people immediately looked up at Houjin Khan.
"I order you to immediately lead the warriors of our banner, together with the Mongolian Aitu, Subuti and other tribes, armed with firearms, to besiege Kaiyuan and Tieling. On the day the city is broken, all the soldiers and civilians in the city will be slaughtered! No chickens or dogs will be left! The leader of the thieves, Liu Zhaosun, , was taken to Hetuala and cut to pieces with a thousand swords!”
On March 23, the forty-seventh year of Wanli, it was the first moment of noon.
The outer position of Kaiyuan City, Jingan Fort.
"Go to Xuanhu! Everyone, cover your faces! The Tatars are going to shoot arrows again!!"
In Jingan Fort, there was a constant flow of soldiers and horses. Zhejiang soldiers armed with long guns and Xuan Da soldiers armed with long knives formed a joint team, led by the generals of each battalion, and marched forward together. They stopped in front of the heavy fort gate, silently Waiting for the street fighting after the Jin army broke through the city.
A few steps away from the spearmen and swordsmen, there was a wall more than three feet high, and outside the wall there was a trench one foot and five feet wide.
Three days ago, the defenders filled the trench with bamboo sticks, poured in caltrops, and introduced water from the Qinghe River into the trench to form a small moat.
This is the basic defense of Jingan Fort.
At both ends of the wall were towering towers, on which lay some corpses of Ming soldiers. Their bodies were covered with arrow feathers. Some of them were hit by lead bullets and were not dead for a while, moaning in pain on the tower.
The Ming army archers braved the dense rain of arrows and fire muskets from the opposite side, quickly passed through the corridor, pushed the corpses of their colleagues down the hanging building, took their positions, and kept firing at the Hou Jin army with heavy arrows.
These archers are composed of Korean soldiers and Liao soldiers. The Korean soldiers have superb shooting skills, and the Liao soldiers are not afraid of death.
Most of the artillery in the fort was transferred to Kaiyuan City for defense. They now became cannon fodder, desperately guarding the suspension bridge of Jingan Fort, and were responsible for carrying out long-range attacks on the Jiannu.
If the Jin army wanted to cross the trench and invade Tunbu, they had to pass through the retracted suspension bridge in front of the pier.
A steady stream of archers climbed up from the piers and shuttled between the crenellations. Some strong men from the Liao people who came spontaneously carried the rolling stones and wood onto the city wall, and then threw a stone down to hit those Houjin who were lucky enough to pass through the ditch. soldiers.
The dense rain of arrows from both sides was like a swarm of bees flying through the sky, constantly shuttling over Jingan Fort.
Two thousand five hundred soldiers with blue flags approached to a position three hundred steps away from the pier. Two thousand five hundred short-tip bows were slightly raised, arrows pointing diagonally towards the sky, and thousands of light arrows were fired towards Sky, soared to the highest point, and then fell rapidly in the form of a parabola, using the potential energy of gravity to accelerate toward the Ming army's position.
A moment later, like a summer rainstorm, sharp arrow clusters hit the Ming army's Xuanhu, making a clanging sound.
There was a wailing sound from the Ming army on the hanging building. At least fifty or sixty people were shot. They quickly fired a wave of heavy arrows to fight back. However, the attack of the Ming army was obviously much weaker than that of the Jin army, which was only a dozen. An armored warrior fell down, and the remaining soldiers continued to shoot arrows with their bows expressionless.
Fifteen-year-old Fei Yangwu stood on his horse and stared for a long time at the word "He" and the banner "Liu" flying on the pier.
The day before yesterday, two insiders who escaped from Jingan Fort reported that the garrison in the fort was composed of He Shixian and Liu Zhaosun's subordinates, as well as some Xuan soldiers.
Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet. The various humiliations Xianglan Banner suffered after the Hunjiang War, and the bullying and suppression of the two Xianglan Banner brothers by Daishan Huang Taiji and others were all due to Liu Zhaosun.
Fei Yangwu's slightly immature eyes showed deep hatred, and he gritted his teeth and said:
"The archers stopped shooting, and Bao Yi drove the Han people forward to fill the trench! Anyone who dares to retreat will be killed without mercy!"
Bagala, with a small flag on his back, immediately drove forward on his horse, came to the rear of the army, and conveyed Heshuo Baylor's order to the aha who were eager to prepare.
"Fill the trenches for the master and kill all these southern barbarians! I will also promote you to the position of coater! Do you hear me?"
A moment later, Aha, who was wearing cotton armor and holding a sword and a wooden stick, drove a large group of refugees toward the trench like sheep.
After entering the position less than a hundred steps away from the trench, a coated Aha who looked like a collar stood up, faced the refugees who were standing in the cold wind and shivered, and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Everyone holds a stone, runs to the front of the trench, throws the stone down, and comes back to pick up the stones. The group of southern barbarians at the top of the city have been killed by the master. It's okay!"
"When the ditch is filled in, you will become the master's slaves. From now on, you will do things for the master, and you will be able to carry the flag if you have done meritorious service."
"Don't even think about running away! The master is watching from behind. Did you see that the arrow in Ba Ya La's hand is very accurate? If you want to die, just give it a try!"
After Zuoling finished speaking, he turned around and took two steps back. The dark refugees had not yet reacted and stood there blankly.
The brave men in the coat were already carrying swords and began to kill the refugees who were left behind.
The refugees were like horses whose nest had been blown up. They quickly picked up a stone from the ground and rushed towards the trench.
Cao Zhongqing saw a thin old man, holding a pebble the size of an egg in his hand, running forward unsteadily among the refugees. He took two steps forward and kicked the old man down angrily. road:
"You old guy, you still dare to fool the master, I will dig you in later!"
The old man looked at the fierce coated soldier and trembled all over. He picked up a slightly larger stone again. After taking only two steps, he was hit by a heavy arrow flying towards him and fell to the ground helplessly.
The Ming army immediately launched an attack on the pier. This kind of driving the people to fill the trenches was a common method used by slave builders. The Liao soldiers had long been accustomed to it. If they were merciful, they would just sit back and do nothing and let them fill the trenches. , that will only kill more people.
Without waiting for orders from the superior officer, the Liao Town archers under He Shixian's command immediately encountered such an attack.
Seeing this, Cao Zhongqing knew that this was a good opportunity for him to show off, so he ignored the arrows flying around him, waved his sword, and slashed at the backward refugees while shouting crazily:
"Hurry up and fill in the trenches, and kill all these southern barbarians later! Master, raise the flag for you!"
