In the eleventh year of Chongzhen, in the early morning of December 12th.
Lu Xiangsheng, wearing fish scale armor and a net scarf on his head, was sitting in the Chinese military tent, holding a brush and writing the last memorial he was going to submit.
Every word in the memorial is about border defense, methods of raising wages, and farm affairs, and not a single sentence mentions other things.
The tired look on Lu Xiangsheng's face was heavier than it was a few days ago.
"When... when our Qing soldiers... arrive, you... you... these despicable Nikans... will all die! All... will die!!"
There were intermittent curses outside the tent, but Lu Xiangsheng's expression did not change at all.
The man who yelled and cursed was a Buddhist slave captured during the daytime battle at Haoshuiqiao. He seemed to be a junior officer and could speak some Chinese. He sent someone to tie him up outside the tent.
At this time of year, even a hardened man wouldn’t be able to endure it long without wearing any clothes outside the tent...
"presumptuous!"
The interrogating soldier outside the tent gave a cold shout, shook the riding whip in his hand, and instantly left a bloodstain on the face of Jiannu who was tied to the pillar.
Jian Nu screamed, but before he could scream, one hand grabbed the money rat tail behind his head and knocked him to the ground.
The skinned and torn cheek that had just been whipped by the horse whip touched the ground for an instant, causing the prisoner of Jiannu to cry and howl in pain.
All the soldiers around were watching the interrogation process with cold eyes. Everyone's expressions were extremely indifferent, and no one had unbearable eyes.
Compared with what Jiannu did in Beizhili, all this is nothing.
Outside the camp gate, the sound of horse hooves sounded, and all the soldiers guarding the Chinese army's tent raised their heads and followed the sound.
The sound of horse hooves came from far and near. A group of cavalry galloped into the camp from outside the camp gate, accompanied by a low neigh of war horses. While the horses at the front were still galloping, Du Wenhuan, who was wearing hooded armor, had already dismounted first. .
"Has the Superintendent ever gone to bed?"
Du Wenhuan asked directly with sharp eyes.
"Never."
When the guards guarding the Chinese army's tent saw that the person coming was Du Wenhuan, they did not dare to be negligent and answered immediately.
"The governor has an order. If General Du looks for it, he can directly enter it into his account without having to circulate it."
Du Wenhuan nodded slightly, cupped his fists with both hands, and walked towards the Chinese military tent without any delay.
"The last general, Du Wenhuan, comes to see the supervisor."
Du Wenhuan strode into the tent and bowed to Lu Xiangsheng, who was sitting at the top.
Lu Xiangsheng had received the news of Du Wenhuan's arrival first. When the soldiers outside the tent saw Du Wenhuan's arrival, someone had already entered the tent to pass the news.
"Has Gao Qiqian replied?"
Lu Xiangsheng pressed his hands on the desk and leaned forward slightly. His hands gripped the desk tightly, and even his knuckles were white from the force.
The main force of establishing slaves has been determined to be in Shunde Prefecture. To the southwest is the Zhenglan Banner led by Dorgon, and to the northeast is Yue Tuo leading the Zhenghong Banner.
In Julu, he gathered some soldiers who had returned, and now he had nearly ten thousand people under his command. He found out the news in a few days, and then lurked and stationed troops in Jize.
The day before yesterday, Gao Qiqi's troops had arrived in Wei County, which was only fifty miles away from them.
However, he sent three requests to Gao Qiqian to join him in attacking Jiannu, but all of them came to nothing without exception.
The look of hope on Lu Xiangsheng's face finally slowly dissipated as Du Wenhuan shook his head.
"Gao Qiqian led his troops and fled towards Linqing..."
Lu Xiangsheng's expression slowly became cold, and the last glimmer of hope in his heart was extinguished, and he no longer had any illusions.
Du Wenhuan looked at Lu Xiangsheng, who seemed to have lost all his energy and energy when he was sitting at the top, and finally took a step forward and finally persuaded.
"Supervisor, there are still gaps in the slave encirclement network. It is not too late to move the camp at this time."
Du Wenhuan looked at Lu Xiangsheng. He joined the army when he was young and gradually became a staff general, deputy commander-in-chief, commander-in-chief, and even commander-in-chief of the military of a province.
Over the decades, he has served as a selector under countless governors, but no one is as good as Lu Xiangsheng.
When running the army, one should take personal responsibility, not disturb the people, not be corrupt, be honest and self-disciplined, adhere to principles, and never compromise.
He was ready to leave when he received the order from the Ministry of War to warn Datong.
But I don’t know why, but in the end, by some strange combination of circumstances, I stayed.
He has never surrendered to anyone in his life, not even his uncle Jun Song. He had never surrendered to anyone in the past, but this time he surrendered.
Such a person should not die like this...
"Where can I move this place of death?"
Lu Xiangsheng shook his head slowly and rejected Du Wenhuan's last proposal. He had no choice.
"Woo——————"
Du Wenhuan wanted to say more, but the sudden sound of a horn outside the tent interrupted the conversation between him and Lu Xiangsheng, and also broke the tranquility inside and outside the camp.
Mixed in with the sound of the horns were bursts of weeping and complaining sounds.
The sound of the sword was low and whimpering, and the sound of the trumpet came one after another, continuously, and came from all directions.
Du Wenhuan raised his head and looked outside the tent with an indifferent expression. The sound of horns and flutes came from all directions. He knew clearly that they were the echoing orders of the slave army encircling him from all sides.
The army of slave builders has arrived...
Lu Xiangsheng and Du Wenhuan walked out of the camp, and a group of armored soldiers outside the Chinese army's tent were still guarding dutifully in the wind and snow.
Lu Xiangsheng saw a man in the queue of armored soldiers, Yao Dongzhao, who took great risks to deliver food and grass to them at night.
Lu Xiangsheng frowned and looked at Hu Dawei who was standing next to Yao Dongzhao. The Jiannu army had not yet completely completed the encirclement. At this time, there was still a chance to break out of the encirclement. He arranged for Hu Dawei to send elite cavalry to escort him, but Yao Dongzhao was He's still in the military.
"Mr. Yao wants to meet the governor one last time."
Hu Dawei, who was wearing armor and a red cotton cloak, took a step forward and whispered.
He had arranged for a team of elite cavalry to escort Yao Dongzhao out of the camp, but Yao Dongzhao insisted on seeing Lu Xiangsheng, otherwise he would not leave the camp. In desperation, he could only bring Yao Dongzhao here.
When the horn sounded outside the camp, Hu Dawei knew that things were getting worse.
"Gong Lu, please don't blame General Tiger. Everything is the student's choice."
Yao Dongzhao looked at Lu Xiangsheng, took a step forward, knelt on the cold snow, and choked.
Lu Xiangsheng trapped Jiazhuang with his lone army. The army was full of lifelessness, and all the generals showed determination. What Lu Xiangsheng said yesterday made him understand everything.
"Will students see Lu Gong again in the future?"
Yao Dongzhao's voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone outside the Chinese army tent.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Lu Xiangsheng.
Under the gaze of everyone, Lu Xiangsheng slowly stepped forward, helped Yao Dongzhao who was kneeling on the ground, and then bent down to dust off the snow on Yao Dongzhao's knees.
Lu Xiangsheng did not answer Yao Dongzhao's question, but just took off the saber from his waist.
Lu Xiangsheng stroked the saber in his hand, his eyes full of reluctance.
This sword was specially made for him by local craftsmen when he was serving as a daimyo soldier. He carried this sword all the way to the north and south, and fought thousands of miles away.
Lu Xiangsheng sighed softly and solemnly handed the saber into Yao Dongzhao's hands.
"You want to see me later, but you will see this knife."
At this moment, Yao Dongzhao and all the generals and soldiers were all crying and choking.
…
At the third watch, the Qing army came from the west and set up camp west of the Xuan army camp in Jiazhuang.
To the west of Jiazhuang, the lights are brightly lit, torches are connected, and countless fireworks illuminate the plains like daylight.
At the fourth watch, a troop of more than ten thousand soldiers and horses swarmed in from the south, and countless torches were scattered in the wilderness, like a prairie fire.
On the first day of the fifth watch, several groups of Qing troops came from the northeast, lights were everywhere, and they joined the Qing troops who had arrived before.
At this point, the Xuan Army camp in Jiazhuang has been surrounded by the Qing army...
…
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
The sound of high-spirited drums sounded in the Xuan Dajun camp.
On top of the drum tower, the strong warriors waved their drumsticks vigorously, beating the war drums in front of them violently one after another.
The thick sound of drums, accompanied by the low sound of horns, spread in all directions.
Accompanied by intensive drumbeats and horn sounds, the Xuan army in the camp quickly assembled.
On the outermost camp wall, there were already guards stationed all over.
A large number of Ming army sentries were constantly galloping over the wilderness. One group after another, the Ming army galloped back to the camp from a distance, bringing information about the Qing army from all directions back to the army.
More than ten groups of Ming army cavalry with hundreds of people and the forced Jiannu cavalry were galloping and fighting in the wilderness. The number of Qing army cavalry was increasing, oppressing the outer range of activities of the Ming army cavalry.
Lu Xiangsheng stood on the observation deck, looking at the Qing army's camp in the distance.
The wind and snow were much lighter than at night, and the snowflakes were falling, but they did not affect the view too much.
In the wilderness of the southwest.
The Jiannu army is slowly moving forward, and a large number of rangers as the vanguard are whizzing past it.
Farther in the southwest, flags of various colors were fluttering in the cold wind, and slave soldiers wearing various colors of armor were braving the wind and snow and marching forward.
One team after another, one after another, seemingly endless, constantly emerging from the horizon.
From the ends of the horizon on all sides, ocean-like flags appeared almost at the same time.
southeast.
A large number of flags were connected together, and countless Jiannu cavalry were galloping from the southeast.
The blackness is endless, and the black water reaches the sky.
Hundreds of thousands of horse hooves hit the ground, even causing the earth to resonate. The sound of iron hooves lingered in everyone's ears, shaking everyone's hearts.
The Qing army came from all directions. The cavalry in the front line had covered the entire front, but there were still soldiers coming from the rear, seemingly endless.
Under the dark sky, the various colored flags and armors in the Qing army's formations intersected with the white snow on the ground, conveying strong visual stimulation, and a chilling air filled the air.
The vast sea of flags of various colors almost flooded the entire suburb of Jiazhuang, and Qing army flags were fluttering all over the mountains and plains.
The sound of hunting with flags fluttering in the strong wind echoed in all directions, forming waves that sounded like the sound of pine waves.
Amidst the high-spirited sound of war drums and the low sound of bamboo baskets, the originally pale snow was gradually being swallowed up by the wave of Qing troops.
Lu Xiangsheng's heart slowly sank. The larger the number of Qing troops, the smaller their chances of winning...
…
In the western suburbs of Jiazhuang, there is a large formation of the Qing army to the west, with multiple poles and huge woven gold dragon banners erected in the center of the formation.
Most of these gold-woven dragon tapestry are arranged together, but only one white dragon tapestry is at the front of the group.
This white gold-woven dragon banner is naturally the banner of the Qing Dynasty's Zhengbai Banner, the general under command, Prince Rui Dorgon.
At this time, Dorgon was wearing a bright silver armor and a helmet of the same color. The sharp needle on the top of the helmet was decorated with a long red tassel, which was very eye-catching.
Behind Dorgon were Duduo, the banner owner of the Banner Banner, Gushan'e Zhenyibai of the Mongolian Zhengbai Banner, and Gushan'e Zhensuna'e's consort of the Banner Banner.
For this battle, Dorgon put in a lot of effort and summoned almost all the troops he could muster.
Hauge was attacking Shandong with the blue flag, and he ignored his order to mobilize.
The blue flag could not be mobilized, but Yue Tuo came with two red flags, and Gushan Ezhen Tan Tai of the Zhenghuang flag also came with the soldiers of the Zhenghuang flag, and his own two white flags were also mobilized.
A total of six Mongolian banners were mobilized, plus one banner of the Han army, for a total of twelve banners' soldiers.
Although many banners and many soldiers were not recalled, some military forces were also allocated as partial divisions to contain the Ming army that might come for reinforcements.
But even so, there are now more than 40,000 soldiers gathered in Jiazhuang, which is more than enough to face the current situation.
"Gao Qi absconded?"
Dorgon snorted disdainfully. He just sent a thousand cavalry troops over and frightened Gao Qiqian into fleeing all the way towards Linqing.
"If he escapes, he will escape. Even if Gao Qiqian escapes, he won't make any waves. He doesn't dare to fight at this time. How do you expect him to dare to fight in the future?"
Dorgon waved his hand and repelled the soldiers who came to report the news.
"Then let Mukdenbu lead the troops back and leave two Niulu to conduct reconnaissance in Wei County."
Gao Qiqian's courage was much less than he imagined. Before the side troops he arranged had any effect, Gao Qiqian had already escaped.
With a high-pitched mind, I am afraid that I can only think of a way to use the enemy's weakness and feint a shot.
It would be better to bring back the partial divisions that originally contained Gao Qiqian to strengthen the military strength.
Dorgon's eyes turned north. He was more worried about the Shaanxi soldiers under Sun Chuanting than the Liao soldiers.
Although the news from the northwest was still the same, and the Shaanxi army still stayed in Zhending Mansion, Dorgon always felt a little uneasy.
Xuan Dajun also revealed that something was wrong at every turn. Xuan Dajun seemed not surprised by their arrival. When they arrived last night, there was not much panic in Xuan Dajun's camp.
The fortresses of Xuan Dajun are stacked on top of each other and are extremely solid. It seems that they have put a lot of thought into them. There are many watchtowers and forts.
Lu Xiangsheng knew they were coming...
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"History of the Ming Dynasty·Volume 261·Biography 149·Biography of Lu Xiangsheng":
In the middle of the night, there were screams everywhere. One day, ride three turns of tens of thousands of rings.
"The Diary of a Military Chariot":
Senior Supervisor Su Zhong's division was stationed in the southeast. He flew to summon him, but he retreated hundreds of miles. What's the point?
(End of chapter)
