"Liu Zhaosun, how can we defend Kaiyuan?"
"Hold on tight."
"The food and grass are only enough for the army for seven days. What will we eat after seven days?"
"Eat shit."
"You have a relationship with Wei Zhongxian? Let him persuade the emperor to transport us more Franchise machines..."
"dream."
On March 23, the forty-seventh year of Wanli, at night, we were at the head of Kaiyuan City.
General Liu Zhaosun looked at the defense system that had been formed around the city and looked back at Qiao Yiqi with a silly smile.
The Lord Supervisor was so angry that he always felt that Liu Zhaosun was hiding something from him. He asked for a long time, but he didn't know anything about it. He wished he could pull out Shang Fang's sword and kill the warrior.
Qiao Yiqi stared at Liu Zhaosun with bull eyes. After a long time, he felt that he had nothing to say, so he walked away and went to find Mao Yuanyi to study the Hongyi cannon.
At present, Kaiyuan City cannot do without this warrior.
Wei Zhongxian rushed back to the capital without stopping, not because he was afraid of establishing slaves. He wanted to go back quickly to raise food and salary for his brothers.
The Ming Dynasty was short of pay on all sides, and the generals in the army complained to the emperor about their poverty every day, and asked the court for money in various ways.
Wei Zhongxian only has one brother who is a subordinate. Although he does not have the ability to make money now, he still has many opportunities to help Emperor Wanli.
Liu Zhaosun remembered that he was still looking for Beizhai's younger brother Shen Lian, and asked his eldest brother to keep an eye on this younger brother when he returned. If his father-in-law thought he was a good person, he could give him a slight promotion.
If Nine Thousand Years Old can successfully become Nine Thousand Years Old as in history, Shen Lian's life in Zhenfusi will be much easier. He can at least become a Thousand Household, and it is not impossible to control Dongchang in the future.
Stars hang down in the wilderness, the moon covers the Xisha, and the earth is like a dark and alien world.
In the sky, the four flags of true red, pure white, pure blue and inlaid blue were lit like campfires, like red waves, bit by bit eroding the plains of Liaodong and eroding people's hearts.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, the four great Belles, tomorrow we will see the real chapter."
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March 24, the forty-seventh year of Wanli.
Three months earlier than in history, the army of the Hou Jin Dynasty surged forward and appeared on the Songliao Plain. After the Xianglan Banner uprooted all the forts around Kaiyuan City, they united with the Zhenghong, Zhengbai, and Zhenglan Banners, together with Bao Bao. The Yi and Mongolian tribes, totaling 23,000 people, began to attack Kaiyuan City.
Amin commanded the main force of the Xianglan Banner, totaling 8,000 troops. As the main force in this battle, he was responsible for attacking the north gate of Kaiyuan.
Daishan's four thousand Zhenyi warriors under the Zhenghong Banner served as a reserve team, arrayed in the north of Kaiyuan City, and supervised the formation behind the Xianglan Banner.
Huang Taiji and Mang Gurtai each had 5,000 men and horses, responsible for attacking the east and west gates of Kaiyuan, covering the left and right wings of the army, and being on guard for possible reinforcements.
There are troops of the Hou Jin Dynasty at the east, west and north gates. There is no army deployed at the south gate. Only a part of the Mongolian cavalry is lurking in the woods south of the city, surrounded by three and one missing. If the Ming army escapes from the south gate, let the Mongols pursue it from behind. Hold on to the Ming army and wait for the four armies to encircle them and annihilate them. However, the four Baylors all believed that Liu Zhaosun would not escape easily this time, and would at least fight the Hou Jin Army for several times. Therefore, Wei Sanque is only a back-up tool for attacking the city, and its effect is not very great.
The four banners have strengthened their sentry cavalry, and the strength of their cavalry is far superior to that of the Kaiyuan defenders.
Before the siege started, the Ming army's scout lines around Kaiyuan were all cut off by the Hou Jin army. The soldiers sent out by Ye Buzu basically never returned. Liu Zhaosun was unwilling to waste his elite troops and decisively gave up fighting with the Hou Jin army. The army's scout war.
In the early morning of the 24th, they returned for the last two nights without receiving reports. A group of them found a thousand-man infantry near Tieling. Before they could go to the outpost to investigate, they were discovered by the white-armored soldiers of Zhenghong Banner. The white-armored soldiers marched all the way. During the chase, five or six of their brothers died, and only two of them were lucky enough to come back alive.
Liu Zhaosun arranged for the two of them to rest overnight and asked them not to leave the city again, muttering in his mouth.
"The Tatars are constantly sending reinforcements. Where are our reinforcements?"
Wearing two layers of armor, and guarded by his servants, he climbed to the top of the city and looked towards the north. What he saw was that about five miles away from Kaiyuan City, the Four Flags tents shrouded Kaiyuan City like dark clouds in a continuous line. Absolutely, Liu Zhaosun sighed slightly.
"What is the Eight Hundred Mile Company Camp? This is it! It's a pity that it looks a bit like a refugee camp."
The Jurchen camps in Jianzhou are mostly small shacks built with cowhide and sheepskin. From the outside, they look exactly like refugee camps.
With the support of the commander-in-chief Ma Lin, Liu Zhaosun was elected as the commander-in-chief of Kaiyuan this time.
After all, the newly promoted general obviously has more say in the matter of killing Tatars.
At this time, all troops from Baigan soldiers to Liao soldiers had entered their respective defense areas to garrison. Liu Zhaosun was only followed by the supervisor Qiao Yiqi and his servant Pei Dahu.
"Sir, look! The slave thieves have come out of the camp!"
Following Pei Dahu's hand, three miles north of the city, some people dressed as civilians came over. They were in ragged clothes, and many of them didn't even wear shoes, walking barefoot on the cold ground.
A group of horse soldiers with flags on their backs whipped behind them to drive the people towards the Ming army.
"The Tatars are going to fill the trenches with civilians again?"
Supervisor Qiao Yiqi said angrily that he heard that in Jing'an Fort, slave thieves also drove people to fill trenches, and many innocent people died.
"It shouldn't be about filling trenches," Liu Zhaosun murmured to himself, "There are too few people to fill trenches."
The Ming troops at the top of the city all raised their heads and looked to the opposite side, wondering what conspiracy Jiannu was up to.
The horsemen with blue flags drove the people of the Ming Dynasty forward until they were four hundred steps away from the city wall. They knew that fire cannons and bows and arrows could not hit here.
Hundreds of people from the Ming Dynasty had their hands tied behind their backs and were forced to kneel in a row. The horsemen dismounted one after another, drew out their swords, and used their swords to make signs on the backs of the necks of the kneeling people.
The soldiers of the Ming army at the top of the city glared at the scene happening below the city. The people responsible for guarding the north gate were the Baigan soldiers and the new Liao army. If it weren't for the strict military discipline of the general, the Ming army would have started to curse.
Liu Zhaosun looked coldly at the killing that was about to begin below the city. At this moment, he hated the Hou Jin Army even more.
Amin, a murderer of thousands, is really a butcher. The Liao people are already suffering enough, but this guy is going to kill them.
Liu Zhaosun secretly made up his mind that Amin would not be spared this time.
He immediately turned around and told Pei Dahu:
"Go and tie the two Niulu Ezhen, the Zhenyi prisoners, and the Houjin spies captured in the city to the North Gate Tower,"
Pei Dahu nodded heavily and turned to leave. At this time, there was a scream and wail from the opposite side. Liu Zhaosun looked up and quickly lowered his head.
The horse soldiers with blue flags on the opposite side began to kill the Liao people. Amidst the fierce laughter of the Jurchens and the wails of the Liao people, heads rolled to the ground one by one.
Liu Zhaosun gritted his teeth, clenched his hands into fists, and smashed them against the city wall.
At this time, the three young Liao people behind struggled to stand up and ran towards the moat despite the loud scoldings of the Jin soldiers.
When the horse soldiers who were killing saw someone escaping, they stopped and beheaded them one after another. Everyone took off their bows from their horses. Dozens of them opened their bows together, and grinned and loosened their bow strings at the three men who were still approaching the city wall.
The three Liao citizens had already stepped onto the bank of the moat, but were easily penetrated by more than a dozen heavy arrows chasing after them in the back. They stood there and struggled for a moment before falling to the ground.
The ground beneath his feet was soaked in blood, and the blood slowly flowed into the moat along the ditch.
Liu Zhaosun looked at the blood spreading in the water and said expressionlessly:
"The first drop of blood in Kaiyuan City, I want you to repay it a hundred times!"
At this time, Pei Dahu led dozens of servants and escorted a large group of prisoners with blue banners to the top of the city.
The Ming troops at the top of the city looked at these Houjin prisoners fiercely, their eyes blazing with fire, as if they could kill.
There were more than a dozen prisoners killed by the Ming army these days. Pei Dahu counted them and said to the general:
"My lord, there are thirty-seven more, bastards, and ten spies,"
Liu Zhaosun waved his hand and said:
"Take them to the crenellations and chop them all off! Hang their heads on the city wall to show the Tatars what will happen if they offend me!"
The servants carried the Houjin prisoners in front of the city wall like chickens. Most of these prisoners were dying and had no strength to resist or escape. The servants fiddled with their money rattails.
A servant who knew Yi language shouted something loudly to the other side, causing the horsemen on the other side to yell and curse.
Pei Dahu swung his sword down violently, and dozens of servants took action at the same time. The heads of thirty-seven Houjin captives flew out of the city. This scene was seen by thousands of soldiers with blue flags on the opposite side. There was silence on the opposite side. It was quiet for a moment, and soon There was a loud chorus of curses.
"No need to fill the trenches, let the coated soldiers attack the city directly!"
Fei Yangwu turned his attention away from the group of headless corpses, looked back at Geshiha beside him, and said calmly.
Goshiha conveyed Heshubele's order to the front line. Soon, three thousand coated soldiers pushed the shield carts and ladders that had been prepared, like giant turtles, slowly advancing towards the Ming army's moat.
