A drop of blood splashed on Jiang Liuer's young face.
The wolf soldiers and white-pole soldiers who were injured in the alley and could not go out to fight, shot the last wave of crossbow arrows, and were immediately hacked to death by the servants who swarmed forward.
The heavy knife struck the wolf soldier closest to Jiang Liu'er, and the blood splashed like raindrops.
The wolf soldier fell limply to the ground, his head turned to the side of the alley, and his eyes looked blankly at the child in the shadow.
Jiang Liuer saw his father dying in the eyes of the wolf soldiers.
"run."
When my father was alive, he took the whole family to the south.
In those years, the wise and powerful Houjin Khan expanded all the way in northern Liaoning, and by the way killed all the Han people who did not want to be coated.
His father fled all the way from Hunjiang to Shenyang and adopted this abandoned child by the river.
The child escaped from the Hunjiang River and his nickname became Jiangliu'er.
Jiang Liu'er stayed for a moment, then ran away.
The servants were busy killing the Kaiyuan spies, and no one noticed this child who was as thin as a kitten.
Jiang Liuer rushed out of the alley, where bodies fell on the ground.
The leader of the wolf soldiers who touched his head just now was standing there with a hook in his hand, his head and body covered with blood, like a statue in the Guandi Temple.
There was a woman's scream in the distance, and several fierce adults wiped the blood on the blade with nail leaves, looking at the child running around with evil intentions.
Jiang Liu'er avoided these murderous servants. On the street facing the alley, there was a large group of adults standing, many of whom Jiang Liu'er knew and were his neighbors.
The adults stretched their necks and looked ahead, Jiang Liuer also ran over there, and a fierce voice came from the street:
"The Zhengbai flag has crossed the river! Did you hear that, Liu Zhaosun's war drums have stopped! They have been killed! The Ming army will all die, Liaodong belongs to the masters! You should be slaves, and don't dare to talk to Kaiyuan spies again..." ·”
Jiang Liuer squeezed his way through a group of neighbors and finally saw the scene on the street.
Near the north gate, there was an adult sitting in the middle of the street, facing the crowd. There was blood on his body and on the ground. His head was tilted to one side, and his neck was still shaking slightly.
A short crossbow was thrown beside him, and there was a mace on the ground that was longer than Jiang Liu'er.
A bear-like general turned his head, with blood stains on his face and a blood hole in one of his eyes, and roared loudly at the crowd.
"Whoever dares to harbor Kaiyuan spies will suffer the same fate!"
After General Xiong said this, he raised the man's head on the ground and used a knife to mark his neck.
The man's neck was limp and weak, and blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth like spring water. His distracted eyes were facing Jiang Liu'er in front of the crowd.
Jiang Liuer's eyes met with his, and from the eyes of his dying savior, the child heard that familiar voice:
"run!"
Jiang Liuer immediately turned around, squeezed out of the crowd, and ran to the south.
"Jiang Liu'er, where is your father? Stop running around and stay at home." Several neighbors saw this miserable child.
"died."
This time, he didn't run again, but looked for it on the street.
Like the shells he looked for on the banks of the Hun River every time he went fishing with his father.
He soon found a broken spear on the ground.
Jiang Liu'er's thin body carried the eight-foot-long broken gun, stepped over the corpses of Liao civilians on the North and South Street, and rushed towards the North Gate Gouxiong.
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On the wall of the East Gate Urn City, Nurhachi, with gray beard and hair, looked worriedly at the East Gate battlefield.
The gold-woven dragon tapestry behind him, symbolizing royal power, has disappeared.
The piece of rag on the North Gate Urn City was burned to pieces by the divine fire flying crow.
Hundreds of steps away from the Wengcheng on a high earth slope, the war drums of the Kaiyuan Army were beating loudly, and the rumble of the drums was like thousands of troops, creating a strong sense of oppression for Nurhaci who was directly opposite.
There were only five or six people guarding the Goshiha around. The other Goshihars were sent by the Great Khan to the city to search for Dudu, the leader of the flag with a white flag. There was only one Hanchen left by the Great Khan.
Before the Zhenglan Banner was defeated, Little Belle beheaded Master Ning Guta who had helped the Great Khan to calm his soul, and then ran to kill Tong Yangxing without stopping.
Du Du did not go into the city alone. He also brought nearly half of Niulu Erzhen with the white flag and a group of Goshiha.
No matter what Little Beile wants to do, in Nurhaci's view, Du Du's desertion before the battle is a rebellion, and the fifteen-year-old leader of the flag with a white flag cannot be kept.
Half an hour ago, the Great Khan sent twenty Goshiha into the city to arrest Dudu, but now none of them have come back, and it looks like the situation is in danger.
After the massacre began, the Liao people began to show sporadic resistance. Ding Shen will lead the Yehe people to kill the Kaiyuan spies everywhere, and finally find that the spies are killing more and more. Now they are too busy to take care of themselves, have no intention and are unable to go out of the city to aid the Khan.
The original order to massacre the city was to stabilize the rear of the army, but I didn't expect that it would be backfired now.
The white flag, which the Great Khan had originally placed high hopes on, collapsed after the battle with the Kaiyuan soldiers.
The collapsed Baoyi and Zhenyi armored soldiers swept across the south bank of the Hun River like a tide, trampling on each other and even implicating the two red flags that were fighting a bloody battle to the east.
The soldiers under Liu Zhaosun's command were like a sharp sword piercing the line surrounded by white flags, and the sharp edge approached the rear line of the two red flags.
A major defeat was inevitable.
"Great Khan, Master Daishan sent his slaves to ask for help. The two red flags have suffered more than half of their casualties, and only nine thousand people are left! If we don't send troops to stop Liu Zhaosun, all the armored soldiers will escape!"
A man with a red flag, Goshiha, hurriedly ran up to the top of the city, with two light arrows hanging on his chainmail.
Nurhachi looked up at this man and said angrily:
"I said in the morning that if he can't break the camp, he will die at the east gate!!"
Nagoshiha's eyes were full of horror, he hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said:
"Master Daishan asked his slaves to come to the Great Khan and mobilize two yellow flags to help him. He will definitely defeat the chariot this time..."
Nurhachi suddenly pulled out his sword. Before Geshiha could react, the sword had already cut through his neck guard, and a stream of blood spurted out from his neck.
"big····"
Geshiha covered his neck and fell into a pool of blood. His body twitched a few times and then died in front of the Khan. Before he died, his eyes showed a look of hatred and fear.
Several Ge Shiha with two yellow flags nearby took two steps back and looked coldly at the scene happening in front of them.
On the North Gate Urn City, the Great Khan also beheaded a Niulu Ezhen with a white flag who came to ask for help in this way.
The loyal Niu Luerzhen found that their Ba Ya La had insufficient manpower, and was worried that they would not be able to suppress the defeated Bao Yi when they faced Kaiyuan soldiers, so he begged the Great Khan to send Ba Ya La with two yellow flags to support the white flags.
"Give them 60,000 troops, attack 20,000 Nikan, fight for three days, and in the end I will use my most elite Baja!"
"When I was in Sarhu, I wiped out 470,000 horses from all four directions of the Ming Kingdom within three days!"
"Tell Daishan that if he can't break the camp again, there is no need for Liu Zhaosun to kill him. I will kill him with my own hands!"
"Somebody come!"
Nurhaci took a breath and said to a group of Goshiha standing in the distance:
"Great Khan, my servant is here."
Chief Geshiha carefully took two steps forward and stood next to Nurhachi.
"Let the two yellow flags replace the white flag and block the Kaiyuan soldiers, and then send my elite Ba Ya La to collect the white flag and Zhenglan flag's defeated troops, and organize a counterattack against Liu Zhaosun!"
Just as Geshiha was about to take the order and leave, a conch trumpet sound suddenly sounded from the north bank of the Hun River.
Nurhaci was still puzzled, and Goshiha from the top of the city exclaimed in unison:
"Babel is back! The white flag is crossing the river!"
"Nikan's general's flag is guarding the bridge by Mao Wenlong."
At this time, a rain of arrows rose from the opposite slope. The drummer Kaiyuan on the slope was shot into a hedgehog by arrows, and the rumble of the drums suddenly stopped.
"Nikan lost! Lost!"
The densely packed small black spots on the pontoon on the north bank quickly swallowed up the scattered red mandarin duck war jackets in front, and Mao Wenlong's three hundred Liao soldiers disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Nurhaci stroked the soul bottle in his sleeve and laughed wildly:
"Hahaha! The destiny is mine! Liu Zhaosun will be beheaded today!"
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"Mrs. Jin, you can't go, Tatars are very accurate in archery."
The three of them walked off the pontoon, and two guards walked in front of Jin Yuji holding a long sign. As they walked, they turned back to persuade the stubborn North Korean woman.
"We have few cavalry and cannot prevent the Tatars from shooting arrows."
Jin Yuji tied the loop arm (1) on her arm. The red unicorn robe no longer looked bloated, and the pain in her arm also eased.
"What did General Liu ask you to do?"
She stepped over the corpse of a Houjin soldier, endured the severe pain, and walked quickly in front of the guard, blocking their way.
The guards looked at each other and stared blankly at Jin Yuji, not knowing how to answer.
"General Liu sent you two to protect the slave family, now."
Jin Yuji suddenly stopped, pointing to the golden drum more than two hundred steps away, panting slightly:
"Now, if the slaves go up and play the drums, you will stay at the foot of the slope and don't let the Tatars get close. This is also protection."
The two guards were still talking when a shrill conch trumpet sound suddenly sounded from the east, followed by two red flags that shook the sky and the earth with a killing cry.
"The slaves can play drums, can you?"
The two guards were not very eloquent and could not make any sense. Jin Yuji stopped wasting her words and said loudly:
"If the golden drum doesn't sound, the army will be defeated! If the slave family is not injured, one person can beat you two. In the past, it was General Liu who was the slave family's guard. Okay, don't be nagging, let's go!"
The two guards looked at each other and were both shocked by the woman's aura. Then they looked at the Zhejiang Army Car Camp with low morale in the distance. They gritted their teeth and stopped trying to persuade her. Protecting Jin Yuji, she quickly walked towards the east.
All he could see were fallen corpses, and the boots under Jin Yuji's feet were quickly stained red with human blood.
The conch whistle of the two red flags in the distance buzzed in her ears like a mosquito.
Wearing the bright red unicorn robe with full sleeves, she walked past the corpses of Zhenglan Banner armor soldiers. The bright red was particularly bright among the continuous blue armor.
A few light arrows floated from the Shenyang city wall. The fluttering arrow feathers were as weak as dandelions, and were easily blocked by the long cards in the hands of the guards.
"The dog Tatar's archery skills are so good, he can hit from such a distance!"
The guard spat at the wall and cursed under his breath.
The three of them continued walking east. After leaving the Zhenglan Banner formation, corpses of Zhenyi armored soldiers with white flags began to appear on the ground. Broken armors and broken spears were scattered among the corpses. The corpses of Kaiyuan soldiers also increased.
The guards threw stones to drive away a crow that landed on the soldier's corpse. The stones startled thousands of crows to fly from the south bank of the Hun River.
The crows that blocked out the sky were hovering over the Hun River. The three of them had just taken a few steps away when they croaked and landed on the corpse.
Jin Yuji finally walked to the slope.
The golden drum is placed on the top of the slope, three to four feet high from the ground.
A path was trampled on the soil leading to the top of the slope, and the path was dyed dark red. The blood shed by the golden drummer who was shot to death by random arrows has not yet dried up.
The guards escorted Jin Yuji to the foot of the slope holding a long sign. The two of them looked at the army's golden drum above their heads, and a heavy arrow whizzed past the long sign.
The two of them looked at Jin Yuji at the same time, and Jin Yuji nodded to them.
The guard immediately turned around and rushed towards the east side of the slope. As soon as he turned around, he saw two archers with red flags standing there more than thirty steps away, still taking arrows out of their arrow holders.
The two yelled, dropped the long cards in their hands, and rushed towards the Houjin Archer dragging two Yanling knives.
After rushing ten steps, the two took off the throwing ax from their waists and swung it fiercely.
The two archers on the opposite side were frightened by this momentum and hurriedly released their bow strings.
The guard did not dodge at all, he raised his sword to chop the flying heavy arrows, and before the opponent could shoot the second arrow, he was already approaching.
With two puffs of sound, the Yanling knife penetrated into the archer's abdomen. He raised the knife and dropped it, and the two bare heads flew high into the air.
These two guards are both masters of the Chinese Army Guards and elite servants who have followed Liu Zhaosun for many years.
"Take off the bow and arrow and guard carefully!"
The two of them had just turned around to go back when they saw a group of Houjin soldiers holding large bows, about a dozen of them, more than fifty steps away in the east.
"Fight them! Disperse! Go south!"
The two of them were about to fight to the death when suddenly the sound of galloping horse hooves came from the formation of soldiers.
A group of Ye He knights arrived in time for reinforcements. A dozen Ye He riders skillfully controlled their horses, quickly approached the target, and used their waist knives to chop down the Zhenghongqi archers who turned and fled.
Jin Yuji leaned on the broken gun and stepped on the blood on the road, climbing to the top of the slope step by step.
The short 100-step journey to the Golden Drum was painful to Jin Yuji's heart. Every time she took a step forward, she felt the pain of tearing wounds on her shoulders and back.
She walked dozens of steps, stopped and looked back at Shenyang City. There was a strong wind in her ears. Directly opposite the east gate of Shenyang, a steady stream of armored soldiers with yellow flags on their backs were pouring out.
"Two yellow flags are out."
Jin Yuji took a breath, her waist was already covered with sweat. She touched her shoulders lightly with her fingers, and a heartbreaking pain swept through her body. When she looked again, her palms were covered with blood.
"It's okay. Once the two yellow flags are defeated, the creation of slaves will be over. The officials really want to destroy Houjin! The slave family wants to see..."
She took off the bloody bandage, tied it up again, and continued walking to the top of the slope holding the broken gun.
A wisp of blood slowly flowed down Jin Yuji's shoulder and merged into the haze in the distance.
She finally reached the top of the slope.
The drummer who was shot to death by an arrow was lying in front of the golden drum. He was still holding a blood-red drumstick tightly in his hand.
Jin Yuji took it off, but the drumstick didn't move at all in his hand.
Looking around, there were two drumsticks on the ground. Jin Yuji leaned over and picked up the two drumsticks stained with human blood, and walked to the golden drum that was taller than her.
Jin Yuji looked back at the east gate of Shenyang. The Kaiyuan soldiers who broke into the carriage camp were surrounded by two yellow flag armored troops coming in like a tide.
The last 2,500 red mandarin ducks and jackets merged into a surging sea of blood, and without hesitation they crashed into the two-yellow flag formation which also suffered heavy casualties.
The red and yellow colors collided into dizzying colors on the south bank of the Hun River. The last elites from both sides made shocking shouts of killing and rushed into the sky like rolling thunder.
The 17-foot-long General Military Order Flag stood like a thin red line on the battlefield two miles away.
A few dozen steps away from the general's flag, a brightly armored general braved the rain of arrows and tirelessly galloped in front of the formation.
Jin Yuji looked at Liu Zhaosun for the last time.
She recalled reading the score of "The Music of the King of Qin Breaking the Formation" when she was in Seoul.
The slow beat of drums sounded on the south bank.
A desolate melody, low and gentle.
Jin Yuji seemed to see:
Wherever the Jin soldiers went, villages were empty and devastated. "White bones were exposed in the wild, and there were no roosters crowing for thousands of miles."
The Liao people who suffered from the war were forced to leave their homes and become homeless.
The drumsticks suddenly accelerated and struck towards the edge of the drum. The drumbeats were urgent and powerful, and the last breath became the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves.
King Qin Li Shimin personally took the lead and went deep into the enemy's formation. All the soldiers fought bravely and finally defeated the enemy.
The arrow wound on Jin Yuji's back burst open, and blood soaked the sleeves of Qilin's red robe.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The powerful and rapid drumbeats resounded on both sides of the Hun River, covering a radius of ten miles.
Countless pairs of eyes on both sides of the bank looked at the red figure jumping on the slope.
Zhejiang soldiers and Kaiyuan soldiers launched a charge at the same time.
Mao Wenlong, who fought to the last man, looked at the dead Liao Zhen brothers on the bridge, raised his broken heavy knife, and slashed at the scar-faced man who had killed the most people.
Jiang Liu'er stabbed Ding Bi's back with his spear to the beat of drums, while a Liao man behind him clenched his fist.
Liu Zhaosun looked back at Tupo and saw Jin Yuji who was burning her life.
He raised his left hand to press the brim of his iron helmet, and raised his wild goose feather sword to point at the panic-filled formation of two yellow flags on the opposite side.
"Kill the slaves!"
(1) A tool from the Song Dynasty that was hung around the neck and used to hold up the sleeves for easy operation. Shen Congwen's "Research on Ancient Chinese Costumes: The Horseman in the Song Dynasty's Hundred Horses": "People in the Song Dynasty remember that cooks used silver rope loops to cook. It can be seen that it is a universal tool invented by the working people of the Song Dynasty for easy operation.
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