Liu Zhaosun rode his horse past the spear phalanx, the image of Jin Yuji flashed in his mind, and the voice of Hunjiang when he first saw her rang in his ears.
"Mr. Liu Qian, please stay."
Spears crossed in front of him, and he suddenly woke up. He quickly swung one of the spears and stabbed him.
Just as he dodged the spear, a flying ax whizzed over again.
Liu Zhaosun shouted loudly, raised his round shield and tried to block it, but the ax was bounced away.
In front of him, a Hou Jin soldier thrust out a spear. Liu Zhaosun tilted his head and stabbed the chest of a Tao Palladium soldier next to him with his spear. The head of the gun was stuck in the ribs, and the horse continued to run forward with its hand, and the golden soldier was dragged and staggered for two steps.
In the midst of the lightning and flint, Liu Zhaosun swung his Miao sword and slashed at the golden soldiers behind him. The Miao sword passed through the chain mail, and the blade collided with the iron leaves, sparking little sparks.
Seeing that the Miao sword could not break the armor, he tilted his position slightly and exerted force with his right hand tightly grasping the handle of the sword. The sharp Miao sword was used by the horse to quickly slide backwards to protect the neck of the Jin soldier, instantly cutting off Jiannu's neck.
The war horses fled away.
Ten steps behind him, the head and helmet of the rear golden soldier flew high into the sky, and the double-layered iron-armored corpse spurted out a stream of blood and fell to the ground with a crash.
"kill!"
Liu Zhaosun roared, turned his horse's head, and charged the Jin soldiers back again.
The Miao sword roared through the air, and the war horse felt the anger of its master. It neighed, its eyes widened, and it raised its front hooves with all its strength.
In this round of infantry and cavalry fighting, both sides suffered heavy casualties. Of course, the Houjin soldiers suffered even greater losses.
Liu Zhaosun's elite cavalry lost fifteen horses and three were missing. More than fifty people in the Houjin Square were killed, and more than thirty others were injured by stone mines.
After three hundred golden soldiers, 30% will die in one round, basically losing their combat effectiveness.
The two war horses were unable to dodge and collided directly with the sharp spear array. The broken gun shafts flew everywhere. The two rear gold soldiers in the front row were directly knocked away by the horses.
More Houjin soldiers were picked up by spears, and the huge inertia lifted them into the air. Most of the Jiannu who were stabbed by spears or palladium were killed on the spot.
The fusiliers' last strike was even more deadly. After shooting with short muskets, they threw nearly a hundred stone mines into the pikemen's square.
The stone mines filled with stones and iron nails exploded in the crowd. The flying stones and iron nails were more effective than any heavy arrows and fire cannons. They easily penetrated the double-layered armor and beat Jiannu into a sieve.
Some of the surviving Houjin soldiers had their faces covered in blood, crawling on the ground like ghosts, and were trampled to death by galloping horse hooves.
Tong Yangzhen was injured by the stone thunder. He collapsed on the ground with dust all over his body. He was looking blankly at the cavalrymen who were leaving.
Liu Zhaosun gathered the scattered cavalry and looked around.
As dusk falls, the Hunjiang River disappears into the dark night.
Two hundred steps away from Liu Zhaosun's side, the main cavalry force continued to rush into the formation, killing those Horqin people who had lost their organization.
The surviving white pole soldiers began to regroup on the flanks to cover the cavalry wall charge.
Farther away, one could vaguely see the overwhelming number of Zhenyi armored soldiers with the Yellow Banner approaching. Judging from their number, they should be more than three thousand.
Jin Yuji is nowhere to be seen.
He knew that she was in danger, and with grief and anger in his heart, he pointed his sword at the dilapidated rear Jinbing phalanx.
"Kill them all!"
Three columns of cavalry roared past, followed by another round of cruel spear attacks.
The Kaiyuan Cavalry's second attack was like a violent storm, even more brutal than the first.
Amidst the sudden thrusts of cold weapons and the explosions of fire guns and stone mines, the already incomplete Houjin front was completely penetrated.
The cavalry passed by like the wind, leaving corpses and wounded soldiers scattered all over the place. There were only a dozen Jin soldiers standing around.
The second round of shock cavalry losses was only five men.
Liu Zhao and Sun Ce immediately stepped forward, stepped over the corpses of Hou Jin soldiers, and walked to Niu Lu'erzhen, who was injured by the bomb.
"what's your name?"
The Miao knife was pressed against Niu Luzhen's neck.
"Master Jun, I'll be your coat..."
"what's your name?"
Liu Zhaosun got off his horse and slowly raised the Miao knife that had killed countless people.
"The slave's name is Tong Yangzhen. It was Tong Yangxing who seduced the slave and used it as a cover..."
Before Tong Yangzhen finished speaking, his head flew into the air.
Liu Zhaosun wiped away the blood on the blade, kicked over the body kneeling on the ground, and said angrily:
"You bitch, you and Tong Yangxing both deserve to be executed by Lingchi!"
The cavalry captured five Houjin gunners.
When the gunner saw Liu Zhaosun, he immediately knelt down, shouted loudly that he was forced by the Tatars to fire on the white soldiers, and begged the commander-in-chief to spare his life.
Liu Zhaosun drew his sword and killed one of them. The remaining four gunners collapsed on the ground and kowtowed.
"Are you considered a man of the Han family? Working as dogs for the Tatars to kill white soldiers! I really want to chop you!"
Liu Zhaosun told a cavalry commander:
"Let these four dogs live first. After this battle is over, take them back to Kaiyuan to dig coal, and let them push the cannon up to raise the yellow flag!"
After saying that, he got on his horse and said to the surrounding cavalry:
"Those who are able to fight, follow me to join the cavalry formation and fight against Jian Nu!"
A group of elite cavalry responded loudly, leaving five cavalry to supervise the artillery. The remaining two hundred people followed General Liu and ran towards the cavalry formation.
It was completely dark. Under the cover of night, the Hou Jin soldiers lit a blazing bonfire on the bank of the Hun River, and the river surface was dyed red by the fire.
Countless Bagas with small triangular flags on their backs gathered from all sides, holding heavy swords and long axes and approaching like white pole soldiers and cavalry battalions.
These two yellow flag elites who are good at night fighting, numbering close to a thousand, come in a fierce manner, followed by a dense mass of Zhenyi armored soldiers.
After nightfall, Shenyang was like a ghost town. The docile people who took the initiative to seek refuge in Houjin were about to be used as cannon fodder by their masters for the battle. The remaining people in the city were silent, silently waiting for the nightmare to come.
The east gate of Shenyang was still blazing with flames, and shouts of killing continued.
Du Du personally led three thousand white-armored troops to attack the city. When they reached the wall of Wengcheng, he was going to cut the general named Mao Wenlong into pieces.
Horqin corpses were everywhere on the north bank. The last two thousand white-pole soldiers who broke out of the encirclement killed those Mongolians who could not escape.
The Horqin cavalry, which had been marching forward half an hour ago, suffered extremely heavy casualties under the continuous wall-and-wheel charge of the Kaiyuan cavalry.
They left more than 2,000 corpses on the north bank and fled in a hurry towards the formation of two yellow flags. Many riders lost their horses.
According to Nurhachi's character, these unlucky Horqin people will be used as cannon fodder in the subsequent battles, contributing their flesh and blood to Hou Jin's great achievements.
The rout of more than 10,000 Horqin riders caused chaos under two yellow flags.
These Bao Yi, who usually bullied the weak and feared the strong, thought Hou Jin was defeated and fled around wildly, almost causing the camp to explode.
The white-armored soldiers frantically slashed at the fleeing soldiers. After killing dozens of people, these frantic minions calmed down a little.
When Liu Zhaosun returned to the formation, he immediately ordered an inventory of the troops and horses. There were a total of 320 casualties and missing persons among the 1,200 cavalrymen, which was a heavy casualty.
As expected, the Chahar cavalry suffered very few casualties.
These riders had just witnessed the cavalry battalion charging into the Houjin phalanx. The results of the Ming army made them more courageous, and they felt that they could also defeat the Houjin soldiers.
At the cost of 300 men, the cavalry battalion killed and wounded more than 2,000 Horqin and 300 golden armor soldiers.
Although the battle loss was one to ten, Liu Zhaosun was still very heartbroken. If the cavalry had been allowed to rest before charging into the formation, so many people would not have died.
The main force of the two yellow flags all came forward. With less than a thousand cavalry, they were sure to be the opponents of the rear Jin soldiers.
Pei Dahu and two guards were holding torches in front, and Liu Zhaosun walked towards the surviving white pole soldiers.
A waning moon rises in the southwest sky, and the ground is covered with broken shields and mutilated limbs of white-poled soldiers.
Liu Zhaosun was distraught, biting his fingers and continued to move forward. He walked very carefully, trying not to step on the remains of the fallen soldiers.
Qin Jianxun and his father Qin Bangping stood in front of a hill of corpses, with blood stains on their bodies and faces, and the firelight illuminated their dull faces.
Qin Jianxun slowly gave a military salute to General Liu. He stayed there for a long time and burst into tears without saying anything.
"Sir! All the Shizhu men are dead!"
"Uncle and Mr. Chen were killed by artillery! Their bodies were not found!"
"Sir, why did you arrive just now?! Why!"
Liu Zhaosun looked sad, bowed his head and said nothing.
The white soldiers standing around stared blankly at this side. They were like puppets, their movements were slow, their hair was unkempt and their bodies were covered with blood.
Pei Dahu next to him couldn't help but said:
"My lord heard about the war in Hunhe. He traveled 140 miles a day and arrived in Shenyang half an hour ago. He immediately rushed into battle without allowing everyone to rest. The cavalry battalion suffered more than 300 casualties. Not to mention his own injuries, even Jin... ····”
Liu Zhaosun yelled at Pei Dahu to shut up, and the figure of Jin Yuji appeared in front of him. He was filled with grief and anger, remembering the tragic scene of the bloody battle between the white soldiers and the slaves, and knelt down in front of Qin Bangping, saying loudly:
"Liu tried his best, but the rescue was still late, causing heavy casualties to the white pole soldiers. I feel ashamed! Please punish me, old general!"
Qin Bangping was stunned for a moment, faltering, and stepped forward to help Liu Zhaosun up.
This famous white-pole soldier general, with red eyes, looked up to the sky and roared:
"When I came, the clouds covered the moon, but when I left, there was no fighting! Six thousand sons and two thousand returned, how sad! How heroic!"
"If General Liu hadn't sacrificed his life to rescue him, all the white-pole soldiers would have been lost here!"
"I heard that General Liu was a hero in this world, and seeing you working so hard for the Sichuan soldiers today, without caring about your own life, you are really a man. If I can get to know a young hero like you, even if you die in battle, it will be worth it!"
A low conch trumpet sounded from the north bank of the Hun River, and the trumpets and drums of the Hou Jin formation sounded. The two yellow flags' counterattack against Liu Zhaosun officially began.
"General Qin, Jiannu is about to launch a general attack. Please lead your troops to evacuate immediately. There is a hill five miles northwest of here. There are people and horses there to meet you. I will lead the cavalry to stop the slave thieves!"
Qin Bangping laughed and shook his head silently.
"General Qin, in the bloody battle in Kaiyuan last time, the blood of a thousand Sichuan soldiers was spilled on the north gate. Today, we cannot be wiped out again. Please leave a bloodline for the white pole soldiers!"
Liu Zhaosun fell to his knees and shouted loudly, sobbing loudly.
Qin Bangping looked up at the waning moon in the west, struggled to climb up the hill where corpses were piled up, looked down at the tragic battlefield, and said sadly:
"Shizhu Erlangs!"
"The slave thieves have killed so many of our sons, and also many people from the Liao Dynasty. Now these beasts are here again. Should we escape or take revenge?!"
The waning moon is like blood and silent.
After a while, the white-pole soldiers who had not died in the battle roared loudest together:
"Revenge! Kill all the Tatars!"
"Revenge! Kill all the Tatars!"
The Hun River burst into flames.
Veteran Sichuan looked back at the heroic young man across the sea of blood and mountains of corpses:
"General Liu, I heard someone said that you owed tens of thousands of lives in Kaiyuan, Hunjiang, and vowed to pay with Tatar heads. Is this true?"
"There is something about it."
"Okay, let me help you realize this wish today!"
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