"Chirp, chirp!" Two signals that sounded like birdsong suddenly came from the distant night.
Li Wenzhong, who was standing solemnly, heard the sound, drew out the saber from his waist with a clang, and said in a low voice: "Ma Qin, Zhang Qing, each of you will lead two thousand men to guard the four gates of Jinzhou City. Without my order, not a single mosquito will survive." Don't let him go."
"The remaining people followed me into the city and slaughtered all the Manchu Tatars in the city, leaving no one behind."
"Attack at low speed, no noise!" Following Li Wenzhong's order, six thousand elite cavalry lined up in neat formation and quietly advanced toward Jinzhou City, which was twenty miles away.
At the same time, on the wall of Jinzhou City, shadows lurked in the darkness and were wantonly harvesting the lives of the soldiers guarding the city wall.
It was Mu Ying who led these people.
His current cultivation level is at the pinnacle of Rongjin, and the sixty-man team he leads are also all Rongjin strongmen. All of them are due to the recovery of spiritual energy in the past two years, coupled with the practice of the simplified version of the Thirty-sixth Body Exercise Rong Jin, who broke through from entering Jin, was then called together by Zhu Yuanzhang to form a critical team.
To be honest, the idea of forming a team of all martial arts experts to carry out attack or assassination was inspired by Zhu Yuanzhang's pro-military guards formed by Zhu Biao.
In Zhu Biao's words, this is called a special force.
Lao Zhu thought this idea was very good, so he took the lead in forming a special forces team in the army.
This time Mu Ying led the special team into the late Ming Dynasty, which also meant a small test of his skills.
Obviously the effect is quite good.
It wasn't until Li Wenzhong led the cavalry that they were less than three miles below Jinzhou City that the Tatars in the city finally realized that the rumbling sound was the sound of horse hooves, and that a large group of cavalry was galloping towards Jinzhou.
But until now, the Tatar leader in Jinzhou City thought that this was a friendly force crossing the border. After all, this was Liaodong, and Henan was separated from the battlefield by Shandong. How could the enemy's cavalry still have wings to fly over.
And did the Ming Dynasty have cavalry?
Thinking of this, the Tatar leader couldn't help but smile with contempt.
But soon, when he hurried up the city wall and saw the torrent of steel rushing towards him on the opposite side, wearing a mandarin duck battle coat, he was stunned in shock.
"Enemy...!" The Tatar leader was about to shout a warning, but unexpectedly, a knife was quietly inserted from his back.
After killing the Tatar official neatly, Mu Ying waved to Li Wenzhong outside the city with a smile on her face.
At this moment, the gates of Jinzhou City were wide open, and Li Wenzhong rushed directly into the city without encountering any resistance.
Then there was a period of chopping melons and vegetables.
Early the next morning, a row of more than twenty Tatars with rat tails were escorted to the city square.
These are the only Tatar men left in the city.
"Is there anyone who has a grudge against the Tatars?" Li Wenzhong turned to look at the people watching around him and shouted loudly.
There was a commotion among the people around, but in the end no one dared to stand up.
Li Wenzhong hacked one of the Tatars to death with a knife, and blood spurted out. He said with anger on his face: "Aren't you a man? You don't even dare to take the knife to kill your enemy?"
"I'll do it!" A young man in his thirties walked over quickly, took the knife from Li Wenzhong's hand, and raised and lowered the knife.
"I'm coming too!" Someone took the lead, and suddenly people among the people stood up one after another.
In the blink of an eye, these twenty-odd Tatars were chopped to pieces.
Li Wenzhong nodded with satisfaction and pointed to the guy who stood up first: "Where is your family from and what's your name?"
"I've met the military master!"
"The villain Ma Liu, whose ancestral home is Shandong, was plundered by the Tatars six years ago. The villain's old parents were killed by the Tatars, and his wife was also taken away. The villain is willing to join the army to fight, and he also asks the military master to take him in. .”
"Our men are all cavalry, you can't do it!"
"But we can hand over Jinzhou City to you!"
"You have to defend this city for us, and I will give you a credit when I come back, do you understand?" Li Wenzhong said.
"Ah?" Ma Liu looked confused. Happiness came so suddenly that he couldn't react for a while.
However, Li Wenzhong didn't give him any time to react. He only gave him a few casual words, and then drove out of Jinzhou City with his troops and three days of dry food.
Soldiers are valuable and quick.
The strategy Zhu Yuanzhang set for him was to sweep across Liaodong in the shortest possible time and kill as many of the Tatars' active forces and reserve troops as possible. As for the cities, except for Shenyang, the holy capital of the Tatars, nothing else was within the scope of Li Wenzhong's goals.
"The entire army will be dispersed in units of a hundred people, targeting all villages and towns that can be seen along the way."
"Only kill the Tatar men and their coats. Remember, if you encounter enemy cavalry, don't be reluctant to fight. Meet at the gate of Gaizhou City in three days!"
"Let's go!" Li Wenzhong shouted, and the cavalry troops of 10,000 people dispersed and rushed away like a goddess scattering flowers.
The killing begins.
Three days later.
At the foot of Gaizhou City, ten thousand cavalry gathered again, and then repeated their old tricks to break the city again.
During this period, nearly 1,200 Tatar men were slaughtered.
Seven days later, Haizhou City was destroyed.
Sixteen days later, Liaoyang City was destroyed.
A month later, 10,000 troops arrived at Shenyang City.
Shenyang is the holy capital of the Tatars. Even though Dorgon brought all the troops into the pass, there are still no less than 5,000 elite cavalry of the Eight Banners left here.
Coupled with the scattered soldiers who gathered from all sides after hearing the news, the number of defenders in Shenyang now exceeds 20,000.
Eight thousand of them were cavalry.
What Li Wenzhong didn't expect was that these guys did not defend the city and wait for Dorgon's reinforcements in the pass, but formed an array directly outside the city to confront him head-on.
Seeing this scene, Li Wenzhong almost smiled crookedly.
He didn't expect to encounter such a good thing.
"Change the formation!" Li Wenzhong shouted when he saw the opponent's cavalry rushing towards him.
The cavalry battle formation changed rapidly, and soon the heavy armored cavalry of two thousand men and horses, all of which were powerful warriors, gradually moved from the center to the forward position.
The remaining eight thousand light cavalry were guarding the two thousand heavy armored cavalry on both sides.
"Kill!" Li Wenzhong took the lead and also started to charge.
Opposite, the Tatar leader is Aixinjueluo Mandahai.
He is the son of Daishan and the grandson of Nurhaci. He now leads the entire defense of Shengjing.
Man Dahai hated the Ming army that appeared out of nowhere. His favorite youngest son Shixian went out to hunt in the city seven days ago, but when he found him yesterday, he had no head.
Ninety percent of them were killed by these guys in front of them.
He personally led eight thousand elite Eight Banners out of the city this time to annihilate all these bright dogs and avenge his youngest son.
As for defeat?
No, the Eight Banners Cavalry of the Qing Dynasty has never suffered a defeat since its establishment.
"Oh, you dare to hedge against me, you are really impatient!" Seeing Li Wenzhong coming towards him, Man Dahai showed a cruel smile on his face.
There has never been any cavalry in the world who dared to confront the Eight Banners cavalry in such a head-to-head manner.
Because everyone knows this is asking for death.
