Dang-dang-dang-" The retreating bell sounded in my ears.
Although Zhang Li still wanted to kill the enemy, he followed the soldiers who were accompanying him and retreated towards the gate inside the barbican city.
For a long time, the obedience. It has turned all the soldiers in this Beijing camp into creatures that only obey orders on the battlefield.
"Boom boom boom" "Bang, bang, bang"
The artillery on the south city gate roared at the Tatars outside the city.
Cannonballs the size of heads, carrying the fury of Ming soldiers, plowed a bloody path through the Tatar ranks.
All the heavy cavalry had already withdrawn to Youtun. If we don't fire now, when will we wait?
In Ong City, the sharpshooters on the city wall kept killing the Tatars. Provide cover for the retreat of Ming soldiers.
Now that the Tatars are in the urn, there is no need to hide anymore.
"Creak, creak" The inner city gate of Wengcheng finally dared to close before the large Tatar army came in.
"Fire, shoot." Following Yan Yingyuan's order and the flag waving, a large number of Ming troops suddenly appeared on the walls around the barbican and lit the fuses in their hands at the Tatars inside the barbican. "
"I'm sorry. I will definitely tell His Majesty about your sacrifice and your bravery. I will definitely take good care of your relatives and your family."
No one in the chaotic battlefield noticed that Yan Yingyuan's eyes were already wet with tears.
Ci Bu commanded troops. For the sake of the future of the Ming Dynasty, even though he knew that there were still many Ming Dynasty warriors in Wengcheng, Yan Yingyuan still shed tears and gave the order to close the city gate and open fire.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, boom boom boom. "The violent sound of gunfire rang out, and the Tatars who entered the Wengcheng kept falling to the ground.
"Long live the Ming Dynasty." The Ming army who failed to withdraw into the city in time shouted "Long live the Ming Dynasty." They waved their spears and killed the nearest Tatars.
"Retreat, retreat!" The sudden violent sound of gunfire made all the Tatars realize that they had been fooled.
Without Huang Taiji's order, many Tatar frontline commanders issued orders to retreat.
"Throw the grenade! Throw the grenade!" Yan Yingyuan showed his final trump card.
Countless grenades flew out from the city walls and landed near the Tatars.
"Boom, boom, boom" explosions occurred one after another, knocking the Jiannu people off their feet.
When the smoke cleared, there was not a single Tatar standing within a hundred steps of the southern city wall.
"It's over, it's over." Huang Taiji was dumbfounded when he looked at the tragic scene in front of him.
"Master Beile, retreat quickly, the Ming army may come out soon." Huang Taiji's personal guard shouted at the side.
The 25,000 warriors, plus the 4,000 warriors who were chasing before, were all gone. The nearly 30,000 warriors, except for Lord Beile's personal guards and those who ran fast, were all gone.
The remaining people were roughly estimated to be just over 10,000, and most of them had been frightened by the Ming army's attack just now. If you can exert 30% of your strength, you will be considered worthy.
If the Ming army chased them out at this time, they would probably have dispersed before they even fought.
"Retreat, retreat, retreat." Huang Taiji came to his senses and hurriedly gave the order to retreat.
After two sticks of incense, when the Ming army slowly marched out from the south gate, Huang Taiji no longer knew where he had gone. Qututaiji, who stayed behind at the north gate, ran away as soon as he heard the violent gunfire.
"Clean the battlefield, rescue the wounded, and kill the Tatars!"
No matter how perfect the plan is, it cannot face endless changes. Yan Yingyuan's plan was perfect, but many Ming troops still died because of it.
The 100 heavy armored cavalry who went out to lure the enemy out of the city lost nearly one-tenth, and the 2,000 heavy infantry who responded in Wengcheng also lost nearly one-tenth. Nearly half of them died under the weapons of their own people.
In addition to the city wall and the Ming soldiers who were shot by Tatar bows and arrows while running upstairs, a total of 400 soldiers were killed and nearly a thousand were injured.
However, the record was equally astonishing. In one battle, more than 18,000 slaves were killed. The battle loss ratio is as high as 1:45. It can be described as a complete victory.
The battle report from Youtun was quickly delivered to the capital by sea. Suddenly, the entire capital was boiling, and the guys who had been impeaching Yan Yingyuan all shut their mouths.
"This is the imperial edict of the Ming Dynasty and the resurgence of the Ming Dynasty!"
An old man with white hair couldn't help shouting.
"Jiannu is a bunch of losers. They can't even defeat a small Jiangyin envoy. If I go there, I will definitely wipe out all the enemy troops." A middle-aged man said sourly in a small room.
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"Your Majesty, Yan Yingyuan wiped out 180,000 enemies. This is a great achievement. I sincerely request your Majesty to make him a marquis. This will boost the morale of the army."
"No, Your Majesty. Yan Yingyuan was originally a small envoy from Jiangyin. Your Majesty, regardless of his humble background, made an exception and appointed him as the guard general of Youtun. This is already a great favor. How can we give him another reward?"
Moreover, the Battle of Liaodong has just begun, and Youtun is the top priority. Now that Yan Yingyuan is granted the title of marquis, what will happen next? Is it possible that it is impossible to grant a king with a different surname? "
"..."
Above the court. The issue of Yan Yingyuan's reward has become a hot mess.
Many people think that Yan Yingyuan should be heavily rewarded for defeating the Tatars, but many people do not support heavy rewards. After all, it is common practice for military generals of the Ming Dynasty to bow their heads before civilian officials. Many people are not willing to be on an equal footing with those warriors.
Once His Majesty frequently confers nobility, the current structure will definitely be broken. It is tantamount to wishful thinking for civil servants to suppress military generals.
"That's enough! Make Yan Yingyuan the commander-in-chief of Youtun, the crown prince and Taibao, reward him with a thousand taels of silver and a thousand bolts of silk, and make his mother a first-grade imperial concubine..."
Zhu Youjian directly decided on the reward.
Although Yan Yingyuan's contribution is great, he has not yet reached the standard for knighthood. At least not to the level Zhu Youjian had in mind.
Moreover, the Liaodong Tatar coalition is said to have 400,000 people. If they are awarded titles according to the standard of 20,000, how many more titles will the Ming Dynasty have?
Title means privilege, and privilege often means trampling on the law.
Throughout history, although countless people say that the last emperor was mainly responsible for the decline of the dynasty, in Zhu Youjian's view, the core point is that the majesty of the law was compromised by privileges.
Natural and man-made disasters, why do corrupt officials dare to brazenly embezzle disaster relief funds?
When foreigners invaded, why didn't those generals dare to surrender without a fight?
The bottom line is that they are not afraid in their hearts and are not afraid of the laws of the court.
When one beast escapes the punishment of the law, more beasts will surely follow to challenge the dignity of the law.
And the first beast to escape the punishment of the law is often inseparable from privilege.
To be honest, Zhu Youjian really didn't want to knight a living person.
I am unwilling to add resistance to my future reforms here.
...
Yan Yingyuan's reward was determined, and the rewards of the others were quickly determined.
It didn't take long for the results of the rewards for the rest of the people to come out.
Later, the Ministry of Household Affairs provided money and grain...
