Two hundred white soldiers mixed with a flag team from the 1,000th headquarters rushed to the front of the pontoon bridge.
Qin Jianxun and a flag captain named Wang Quan were responsible for commanding these four hundred elites.
As the sharp knives of the Kaiyuan Army, the four hundred elites must move forward to tear apart the Zhenglan Banner defense line on the south bank and pave the way for the soldiers and cavalry to successfully cross the river.
Qin Jianxun, who was less than seventeen years old, grew into an indomitable man overnight after experiencing the bloody battle on the north bank of Shura Hell.
Qin Jianxun's father, uncle, and countless white-armed soldiers who grew up together died in the battle yesterday. The blood of the heroes of the southwest was spilled on the land of Liaodong, and five thousand heroes rested forever on both sides of the Hun River.
Qin Jianxun said that instead of leaving blood for the white-pole soldiers, it would be better to fight to the death and dig out the hearts and livers of the slave chiefs to pay tribute to the millions of dead souls.
As the enemy of his country and his family, Liu Zhaosun had no reason to stop the young general from crossing the river to seek revenge.
In addition to these, there is another reason for Qin Jianxun to cross the river and risk his life.
As the captain of the mountain warfare camp, all his brothers are now trapped in the city. Nurhaci, who has fallen into the evil way, is slaughtering the city crazily and needs to go into the city to save people.
Qin Jianxun raised his white spear at an angle, bent down and walked behind the two warriors.
The divine fire flying crow that ascended from the north bank dragged dark red flames and slid over their heads.
Qin Jianxun glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw countless innocent souls from Liaodong turning into evil ghosts, screaming towards their enemies in a sea of red fireworks.
Surrounded by corpses left behind in yesterday's bloody battle, Qin Jianxun led his white-armed soldiers to have a bloody battle with Ba Ya La with a yellow flag here last night, and he is quite familiar with the area around the bridge. Along the way, he reminded the surrounding soldiers to be careful of the bridge deck ahead. In some places, the planks had been removed by the Tatars. If anyone stepped forward, they would fall into the river if they were not careful.
Fifty steps away from them was the Hou Jin Army's position on the south bank. After several rounds of bombing by Shenhuo Flying Crow, a large number of Hou Jin soldiers lay on the ground.
Qin Jianxun estimated that the Jiannu casualties exceeded 2,000, and the Zhenglan Banner was mainly hit.
Many of them were injured and not dead, rolling on the ground in pain.
Qin Jianxun saw that the two Bagas who had fought a bloody battle with the white pole soldiers last night were sinking into the mud of the muddy river, like imps in the reincarnation, slowly sinking into the netherworld.
All the surviving archers fell into chaos. Many dropped their bows and looked blankly at the sky, while some looked at the archers who fell to the ground and screamed in pain at a loss.
The Divine Fire Flying Crow carries not only tung oil, but also a large amount of caltrops and ceramic fragments. When these things are blown away by the explosion, the damage caused is fatal enough.
It just so happened that the formation of the Queen's Golden Archers was quite compact. This may be because the Great Khan wanted to pursue the art of visual communication where tens of thousands of people could shoot a volley to cover the sky. In short, each fire phoenix that was reborn from nirvana could take away seven or eight people. The precious lives of Houjin warriors.
The archers of the four major banners have been washed away by Shenhuo Feiyao three times, and their morale has dropped to the bottom.
Except, of course, the archers with the two yellow flags.
When the second round of rockets hit the north bank, these warriors all went crazy. They dropped their bows and arrows and fled to the rear, so there was no morale problem. Bagala, who was in charge of the formation, beheaded dozens of people without stopping them.
Baya turned around and whipped the archers who had not escaped, asking them to continue shooting arrows at the bridge.
Qin Jianxun looked at the chaotic Houjin soldiers on the other side and felt a little comfort in his heart.
Taking advantage of the chaos behind the Jin army on the other side, they quickened their pace and soon reached a distance of about thirty steps from the south bank.
As the distance between him and Jiannu got closer, Qin Jianxun felt his heartbeat getting faster and faster, and the hand holding the gun barrel trembled slightly. This was certainly not because of fear.
He had fought against the Jiannu several times, and had personally killed at least dozens of Tatars, so he no longer had any fear of the Jiannu.
Today is the decisive battle between Kaiyuan Army and Hou Jin. It is a key battle that determines the fate of millions of Liao people.
Master Liu agreed that he should be the vanguard of the army, his sword, and chop off the golden head!
How could Qin Jianxun not feel that this was an honor? !
The hatred between the country and the family, brotherhood, and the honor of the Sichuan soldiers were all mixed together. For a moment, Qin Jianxun had mixed feelings. His whole body felt hot and his throat was actually a little dry.
"Kill the Tatars! Avenge the Sichuan soldiers!"
He roared, venting his passion.
The two hundred white pole soldiers behind also shouted, and the military morale suddenly became more excited.
Jiannu, who was more than 30 steps away from the opposite side, seemed to be frightened by this group of Kaiyuan Army vanguards. He was so frightened that he took a few steps back together. Several Ba Yala holding big bows in the back row looked towards this side, looking at each other. Say something in Yi language.
Qin Jianxun's young man's arrogance burst out again, and he smiled at the white-pole soldiers following closely behind him:
"The Tatars know that our Sichuan soldiers are powerful. They stretch their necks to wait for us to behead them!"
Qin Jianxun felt a hot fire burning in his chest, as if it was going to burn the entire floating bridge.
He was filled with pride and looked back. The soldiers from the 2000 headquarters had also begun to cross the bridge. Under the general's banner, Master Liu seemed to be talking to a group of Liao soldiers. He couldn't see who they were.
At this time, the two long card players who had been guarding him had already taken five or six steps forward, and Qin Jianxun quickly followed.
A card player from Zhejiang Bingchang in front suddenly shouted:
"Oh no, there's oil on the bridge."
Another long poker player beside him leaned over and picked up a ball of loess from the bridge, smelled it and shouted to Qin Jianxun:
"Tung oil, and sulfur! Quick! Don't leave!"
Seventeen-year-old Qin Jianxun could clearly see beyond the two long card players in front of him. Thirty steps away, the group of Ba Ya La people who were just waiting for him to behead were slowly raising their big bows, with their bow strings covered with arrows. Riding a flaming arrow.
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Two miles away from Qin Jianxun, on the North and South Streets of Shenyang City.
The streets filled with black smoke were littered with cloth and furniture. Some Liao residents who had not surrendered to the Khan in time were chased around, screaming miserably. Some people knelt on the ground and shouted at the people who were chasing them. beg for mercy.
"Do you have any more money? If I get another ten taels, I will spare your life."
A local citizen with a Jurchen appearance picked up a big stick and beat the ground. A Liao citizen took two children, and next to him lay a woman with messy clothes. She seemed to be dead.
The Liao people kneeling on the ground shivered and did not dare to raise their heads.
There were a dozen or so Mongolian and Jurchen-like Han people standing in a circle. Judging from the way these people served and their buns, it was absolutely impossible to believe that they were actually foreigners.
What is even more unbelievable is that just two hours ago, the group of Jurchen-Mongolized Liaodong Han people in front of them were harmonious and friendly neighbors with the Liao people who were being chased.
"Uncle, I'm really out of money. Didn't I just give you ten taels?"
The Jurchen Han man holding a big stick said angrily: "If I don't have any money, I will say you are Liu Zhaosun's spy and chop you up!"
Next to their group, five drunken Ye He riders, carrying sabers and axes in their hands, staggered to the door of a Liao people's house.
A green-skinned young man suddenly appeared from behind Ye He. His accent sounded like he was from Jizhou or Zhangjiakou.
This young man gave full play to his advantage as a local snake and introduced the property and income status of the Liao people in front of him to several Ye He masters.
As he spoke, he gestured with his hands and told several of the Nuzhen disciples that the man in front of him was a fur merchant and looked quite wealthy from the outside. In addition, his two concubines were also as beautiful as flowers. Let the masters enjoy it later.
Ye He pushed the green man away, picked up his ax and started to smash the door.
There were messy footsteps and exclamations in the yard.
Rong Touqiang, who was dressed as a southern goods merchant, looked around cautiously. Five or six steps behind him were followed by five or six wolf soldier brothers.
Peng Yong, a white-pole soldier, frowned, looked at the Yehe people who were knocking on the door in the distance, and said to a group of wolf soldiers:
"I can't stand it anymore. Regardless of whether Ding Bi is here or not, I'll go over and kill a few people first!"
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