Seeing that the Fusang soldiers at the foot of the mountain were actually making fire and cooking, as if they didn't take them seriously at all, Cheng Mingting couldn't help but sneered.
These guys are looking for death!
Do you really think that you are one of those defenseless natives who can be bullied by them at will?
Looking at the group of guards standing behind him, Cheng Mingting suddenly felt heroic.
Even if the enemy is ten times more numerous, these guards will definitely be able to kill all the Japanese without leaving a single piece of armor behind.
As the agreed time came, Cheng Minting raised the horizontal sword in his hand to cheer up the guards and said: "These Japanese are just a bunch of mobs. There is nothing to be afraid of. Everyone, come against me!"
Although he knew that these guards were well-trained and well-equipped, they had never seen blood, so Cheng Minting could only encourage these people secretly.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
Waves of screams echoed through the sky, and then Cheng Minting rushed down the mountain.
Seeing the people rushing down from the mountain, Emperor Shuming was not afraid, but showed a ferocious smile.
In his opinion, if the other party stayed on the mountain, he might have to spend some effort.
But now the other party actually rushed down the mountain, just like delivering food, and he had 20,000 people!
This is his confidence.
He has even foreseen his great success after taking over the Iwami Silver Mine.
Arriving in front of the soldiers at the lead, Emperor Shuming shouted: "My sons, those ignorant Tang people actually came to my door. Don't be polite, just kill them! Anyone who kills one person will be promoted to captain, and will be rewarded with five guans and one hundred catties of grain. Kill him." Those who are ten will be promoted to Cao Cao, and they will be rewarded with hundreds of coins, ten pieces of brocade, and a thousand catties of grain... Come on, everyone!"
For these low-level soldiers, being promoted to Cao Zhang (equivalent to a school captain in the Tang Dynasty) was simply a matter of one step.
Of course, more importantly, rewards and grains can be described as proper hard currency.
For these low-level soldiers who have never had a few full meals in their lives, it is simply pie in the sky.
Before Emperor Shuming could give the order, these soldiers rushed up the mountain.
Because they were afraid that they would not get the credit, these people all wanted to get to the front. The whole scene was chaotic and there was no formation at all.
Five hundred steps!
Three hundred steps!
One hundred steps!
Seeing the roaring Fusang army rushing over, Cheng Minting waved his hand and asked the crossbowmen to come to the front.
"shooting!"
If the muskets manufactured by Yang Fan are products beyond the times, then the crossbows are the most advanced long-range weapons of this era.
Cheng Minting gave an order, and dense crossbow arrows flew into Fusang's army.
The people rushing up were already dense, and almost none of the crossbow arrows missed.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
"Puff puff!"
"Ahhh!"
The sound of crossbow arrows entering flesh and screams were endless.
Emperor Shuming couldn't help but twitching at the corners of his eyes when he saw that the other side had lost hundreds of soldiers in a single volley.
If it weren't for the strength of their numbers, they might have turned around and ran away.
In my heart, I coveted the crossbow in the hands of Tang Jun even more.
If you can seize the opponent's bow and crossbow, your army's combat power will definitely increase to the next level.
Therefore, Emperor Shuming kept asking the generals supervising the battle to urge each team to charge.
He wanted to break down the opponent's defense with a human wave tactic.
This kind of charge without regard for human life is indeed effective.
After losing thousands of soldiers, the forward troops were less than 30 steps away from the Tang army.
At this time, Emperor Shuming finally breathed a sigh of relief.
In his opinion, as long as they engage in hand-to-hand combat with the opponent, Tang Jun will be able to defeat the opponent quickly without the suppression of long-range weapons.
It is said that the Tang Dynasty's weapons are very advanced, but it seems that they are no more than that in the face of human sea tactics.
Just when Emperor Shuming was happy, he did not find that the Tang army was not panicked at all, and there was no change in the formation.
On the mountainside, seeing Fusang soldiers rushing up, Cheng Minting waved his hand, and the front formation changed to the rear formation, and all the crossbowmen returned to the back.
At this time, he did not feel scared, but felt a little excited.
"Kill me!"
With that said, he rushed down with a horizontal knife.
A group of guards followed closely behind, like tigers rushing into a herd of sheep.
Those Fuso soldiers had no power to resist, and the weak ones could only be slaughtered.
This is the difference between full-time and non-full-time.
From the perspective of Fuso soldiers.
Originally, I thought that in close combat, I could use the advantage of numbers to kill all the opponents.
But who would have thought that as soon as the sword flashed, blood spurted out in front of his eyes, and his head was missing. There were screams and broken flesh everywhere!
Even though some Fuso soldiers who were not afraid of death tried their best to block the opponent's sword with their big swords, they only heard a "clang" sound, the sword broke into two pieces, and their heads were cracked in half.
Nani?
Emperor Shuming, who was supervising the battle, was dumbfounded.
The Tang army's weapons were so advanced that their own swords could be broken as soon as they were blocked. How could they fight this battle?
Indeed, both sides only fought with cold weapons.
It is undeniable that the production technology of the Tang Dynasty at this time was indeed several levels higher than that of the Fusang Kingdom. This was an irreparable gap.
At this time, General Fuso's heart collapsed. How could he organize resistance? Fuso's forward army collapsed instantly.
More than 1,000 guards rushed down the terrain like demons from hell. All obstacles in front of them were mercilessly destroyed.
For a time, screams continued and corpses lay everywhere.
Fuso soldiers were running all over the mountains and plains, scurrying like flies, which made Cheng Minting finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Although there is almost no resistance from the opponent, it will be tiring to kill someone with a knife!
Cheng Mingting was about to gather the guards together and use his last strength to launch another charge to completely overwhelm Fusang's army. One of the guards pointed in the distance and said: "General, look!"
Looking in the direction of the guard's finger, it was indeed a richly dressed Fuso man riding a horse looking this way.
Although he couldn't see clearly, seeing the opponent's tight defense, Cheng Minting easily guessed that the person should be the opponent's leader.
He understands the principle of capturing the king first before capturing the thief.
Cheng Mingting forced a smile on his face and pointed his sword towards the sky: "Brothers, follow me and kill. If you dare to take advantage of the governor's property, then use the head of the other party's leader to sacrifice the flag!"
Don’t these people want the idea of a silver mine?
Well, I will teach you a painful lesson to see if you still dare to reach out.
Cheng Mingting is not a gentleman.
He was originally a butcher on the battlefield, and he even despised the idea of complaining about virtue.
Tooth for tooth, eye for eye is Cheng Minting's style.
Since the enemy wants to steal things and keep them all here, these people must be prepared to die.
If it were a fight between Tang people, Cheng Minting might still have some scruples.
But facing these Japanese, Cheng Minting didn't like them at all, and he didn't feel any guilt at all when he killed them.
The most important thing is that in this wild land, big fists are the last word. Only by showing off your muscles can you make these people afraid.
Cheng Minting took the lead, and all the guards gave up on the low-level soldiers running around. After a while, they gathered their formation and rushed straight towards the Fuso National Army!
The Fuso soldiers were frightened to begin with and could not maintain their formation at all.
The panicked Fuso soldiers fled in all directions, and the entire Fuso army turned into a mess.
The guards led by Cheng Mingting were like a group of gods of death. Wherever they passed, blood spurted out and limbs were everywhere. It was a naked massacre!
kill! kill! kill!
Every guard knows the purpose of these Fuso soldiers coming here.
These people actually dare to take advantage of their own property, how can they not feel resentful in their hearts?
You must know that these guards and their families can live a life of food and clothing all because of Yang Fan.
Therefore, the sword was flying horizontally, and every sword was done with all one's strength. Even if the physical strength had reached the limit, he still gritted his teeth and slashed hard!
In almost an instant, the guards reached the center of Fuso's army.
No matter how well-disciplined the troops were, they would collapse when subjected to such brutal massacre.
Facing the death-like Tang army, the Fusang soldiers were heartbroken!
Although the Fuso soldiers wanted to kill each other to get rewards, they had to live to enjoy it.
How could they not collapse in the face of such unilateral and wanton massacre?
The formation of the Fuso Army quickly collapsed, and the soldiers fled in all directions, wailing.
But the Tang army behind him followed like maggots on the tarsus, chasing and slashing all over the mountains and plains.
Only miserable roars and dying wails were heard throughout the battlefield.
Seeing his soldiers being killed and discarding their armor, Emperor Shuming turned pale with fright and froze on the spot for a moment.
Teng Yuan, who was beside him, was so anxious that he quickly reminded him: "His Majesty, we should retreat quickly..."
Teng Yuan knew there was nothing he could do now.
In ancient times, if the casualty rate of an army exceeded 3%, it would be completely defeated unless there was a famous general who could control the situation.
But the team in front of them has completely lost morale, and even gods can't save it.
Hearing Teng Yuan's words, Emperor Shuming suddenly woke up.
yes!
If you don't run for your life, you may really have to confess here today.
Looking at the soldiers fleeing in all directions, Emperor Shuming cursed in his heart.
This Ibe Shiro is cheating on me!
If it hadn't been for that guy's instigation, how could he have led his troops to attack here.
Of course, what he didn't expect was that the Tang army was so powerful in combat.
Twenty thousand people fought against two thousand people, and the army was defeated without even hurting a hair on the other side. Who dares to believe it?
At this point, Emperor Shuming can only hope that Shiro Inobe can bring about a big victory, otherwise everything will be over.
These tens of thousands of soldiers are his own family wealth.
If no benefits are obtained this time, how will the nobles of Fuso Kingdom obey his orders as the emperor in the future?
Thinking of this, Emperor Shuming turned his horse's head and fled in confusion with a group of guards.
The army had already lost all morale, but now seeing the general turning around to flee, everyone turned and fled back.
Cheng Minting stared at the chaotic scene in front of him in shock, a little unbelievable.
Although I am confident that I can defeat the opponent, is it too easy?
It seems that the fighting ability of these Japanese is too bad.
Isn't it a trap?
For a moment, Cheng Minting hesitated in his heart as to whether he should pursue immediately.
But after looking at the Fuso soldiers fleeing in all directions, Cheng Minting sent out a signal to intercept, and at the same time led his guards to pursue them from behind.
Maoliannu, who had been waiting for a long time, was eager to take action when he heard the sounds of fighting all over the place.
However, no matter how confused he was, he still knew that he must obey Hou Jun's order.
After finally waiting for the signal, Maoliannu impatiently led his guards and tribesmen to directly cut off the escape route of these Fuso soldiers.
Seeing the densely packed Fuso soldiers running in confusion on the road, Maoliannu took the lead and killed them.
At this time, no matter what the formation was, they just kept killing the fleeing Japanese with one blow.
At this moment, Maoliannu finally had a chance to avenge his past.
There were pursuers behind and interceptors in front. The fleeing Fusang soldiers were like frightened birds, trampling countless people to death.
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Emperor Shuming knelt on the ground with a gloomy face, not daring to make any move. He knew that everything was over now.
"Are you the Emperor of Fuso Kingdom?"
Cheng Minting stood in front of Shu Ming covered in blood with a sneer on his face.
A man who is so cowardly and whose fighting prowess is so poor actually dares to attack Iwami Ginzan. Isn't this looking for death?
Who is the chief governor of our family!
You are not even afraid of the Jiangnan gentry, but you are still afraid of you natives who don’t have enough to eat?
What's more, our chief governor is a glutton. How can he vomit out what he eats?
This emperor simply deserves a beating.
"General Tianguo, I know I was wrong. It was all because of my subordinates who deceived the emperor that I had today's misunderstanding. I promise that I will never dare to think twice about seeing the silver mine again."
Originally he wanted to get away with it, but seeing how ferocious Cheng Ming was, stabbing his soldiers one by one and rarely leaving any survivors, Emperor Shuming had no choice but to quickly admit his identity for fear of being decapitated.
In his opinion, he had given up, and since he was the emperor of Fuso Kingdom, the other party should not dare to do anything to him.
To be honest, Emperor Shuming was really scared at this time.
An army of more than 20,000 people was actually killed by more than a thousand Tang troops. Who dared to believe it?
"Hmph! You still want to have a next time. What a beautiful thought. Tie him up for me!"
Cheng Ming glanced at the embarrassed emperor with disdain, his eyes full of contempt.
Although the other party was the emperor, he sounded very noble, but in the eyes of the proud Tang people, he was no different from an ordinary Tang Dynasty citizen.
What's more, according to Yang Fan's consistent formal style, the end of this emperor will definitely not be easy.
By the time Maoliannu led a group of people to stop the escaping soldiers like a god of murder, the fate of the Fuso soldiers was already doomed.
By the time the two groups met, nearly 10,000 people had surrendered.
Maoliannu looked at the captured Emperor Shuming and said: "General Cheng, why don't we just kill this guy and the surrenderer, so as not to stay and bother!"
"General Maoli, please be patient. Everything will be decided by the Grand Governor. Let's clean up the battlefield!" Cheng Mingting smiled and waved his hand, refusing.
This is a great achievement, life is worth more than death.
Of course, he also knew why Mauriano wanted to kill these people so much.
After all, it was these people who had forced Mauriannu to leave the Tang Dynasty.
Now that Cheng Mingting had brought out Yang Fan, Maoliannu naturally did not dare to object and had no choice but to lead his tribe to take stock of the battlefield.
After cleaning the battlefield, Cheng Minting and the others discovered that they had not killed many people at all.
It is estimated based on the broken limbs and broken arms that only about 2,000 Fuso people died on the battlefield, but there were many casualties.
Except for the nearly 10,000 people who surrendered, the remaining 8,000 people all fled into the mountains. It was obviously unrealistic to pursue them.
By the time Yang Fan led everyone to come for support, the battlefield at Shi Jian Silver Mine had been cleared.
When Cheng Mingting and Maoliannu reported the results of the battle, Yang Fan thought for a while and said: "The Emperor and Minister Zuo think that he is still of some use. Let's spare their lives for the time being. Among the Fuso soldiers who surrendered, 5,000 strong soldiers will be selected first. The soldiers formed an army, led by Mauryano. I don’t want other forces in Fuso Kingdom to have the idea of attacking the Iwami Silver Mine in the future. Others, the old, weak, sick and disabled, can be thrown directly into the mines to mine and work with peace of mind. After a year these people will be treated the same as other miners.”
After the Shijian Silver Mine incident, Yang Fan felt that it would be safer to let people control the entire Fuso Country.
This will provide convenience for future mining of Silver Mountain.
After all, it was unrealistic to bring a large number of troops from the Tang Dynasty to garrison them.
Letting Maoliannu, a local snake, manage this place is the best way.
In any case, Maoriannu is a native of Ezo and speaks Fuso dialect. It is best to use barbarians to control barbarians.
As for the old, weak, sick and disabled, Yang Fan has no bodhisattva-like heart.
Since you want to occupy your own property, you must consider the consequences.
Road construction, ore mining... all require a lot of people, and these people cannot be wasted.
Besides, for these Fuso soldiers who don’t have enough to eat or wear warm clothes, maybe mining is still a good job.
After all, as long as they work hard, they can regain their freedom in a year, and by then these people may not want to go back.
Maoliannu was overjoyed when he heard Yang Fan's arrangement.
The Grand Governor obviously wanted to support him in controlling the entire Fuso Kingdom.
Although he will still have to obey Yang Fan's orders in the future, in Fusang country, he can be regarded as inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people.
What's more, it's not cowardly to succumb to Yang Fan!
Looking at the ecstatic Maolian Nu, Cheng Mingting held his tongue and did not feel jealous at all.
In his view, these extraterritorial countries were barren lands, and being a local emperor here was not as proud as being an ordinary citizen of the Tang Dynasty.
After arranging the prisoners, Yang Fan turned to Cheng Minting and asked: "How is our damage?"
"According to statistics, a total of 18 people died in the battle, including 3 guards, 12 serious injuries, and more than 100 minor injuries; 15 members of General Maori's clan died in the battle, 43 serious injuries, and more than 300 minor injuries. ..." Cheng Mingting answered cautiously.
After hearing this, Yang Fan sighed slightly.
Although these guards are very brave, they are still made of flesh and blood, and injuries are inevitable.
Fortunately, Cheng Minting was not a reckless man, otherwise there would be more casualties.
After thinking for a while, Yang Fan said in a deep voice: "For the fallen guards, each person will receive a pension of 1,000 guan. If there are old and young people at home, the Governor's Office will help raise the children until they reach adulthood. All taxes at home will be borne by the Governor's Office. Those who are seriously injured will be borne by the Governor's Office." , will be implemented in accordance with the compensation standards of the Metropolitan Governor’s Office; in addition, the pensions of the deceased Maolian slaves will be compensated by the silver mine according to this standard, and cannot be deducted!"
Hearing Yang Fan's words, Maoliannu was so moved that he choked.
He could imagine the excitement of the tribesmen.
With your head tucked into your waistband, who doesn’t want their family to live well?
With these compensations, these tribesmen will definitely be more brave in charging into battle in the future.
Yang Fan has given his tribe such good treatment. Even if he wants to resist in the future, his tribe will not follow him!
Fortunately, he never thought of resisting.
The corners of Cheng Mingting's mouth moved, but he didn't speak, but his eyes were filled with tears.
Although Yang Fan in Jiangnan had promulgated a compensation plan, many people did not take it seriously. Unexpectedly, the governor actually kept his word.
No wonder these guards screamed and killed people.
Who can defeat such an army!
At this moment, Cheng Minting was very lucky to be able to follow such an official.
