In the forty-seventh year of Wanli in Hanyang, March, Liaodong, Saarhu.
On the vast land, there were large areas of Hanyang soldiers and horses littered with corpses.
In the sky, crows chirped from time to time, and heavy snow fell.
In this vast heap of dead people strewn with corpses, a war officer in uniform crawled out feebly from this heap of dead people.
This Jin Yiwei war supervisor, named Zhuang Han, was the only Jin Yiwei who survived the Battle of Saarhu.
At this time, Zhuang Han stood up unhurriedly, took a deep breath, and then kept panting. Zhuang Han leaned on the ground with the embroidered spring knife in his hand. He seemed to be in a particularly bad mental state. , hands and feet are cold and weak.
Zhuang Han looked around and saw that the ground was full of corpses of Hanyang's army.
That's right, this man named Zhuang Han was the only Jinyi Guard war supervisor who pretended to be dead to escape the massacre.
Suddenly, Zhuang Han heard something not far away.
There seemed to be bursts of wailing.
So Zhuang Han hurriedly ran forward with the embroidered spring knife, and took cover next to a red cannon.
Zhuang Han was shocked when he saw it.
It turned out that two Manchu soldiers on the opposite side were massacring the remaining three Hanyang soldiers.
"Damn it, why are you crying, Hanyang Dog Soldiers, believe it or not, I will chop you into pieces!"
The Manchurian soldier was holding a machete and slashed at him menacingly. The Hanyang soldier's head fell to the ground on the spot.
When Zhuang Han saw this, he immediately covered his mouth and was too scared to say anything.
"And these two, just cut them down, and then we will continue to move forward with the big army!"
The Manchurian soldier was still angry and looked at the other two Hanyang soldiers who were tied up and were about to be beheaded.
The bloody blade slowly moved to the Hanyang officer's neck.
Zhuang Han finally could no longer sit idly by.
Just when the Manchurian soldier was about to raise his sword and drop it, Zhuang Han suddenly killed him, using a Xiuchun knife to disembowel the Manchurian swordsman and axe.
Blood flowed out in a gush.
After a fierce battle, Zhuang Han struggled with two other Manchu soldiers. One of the Manchu soldiers was holding a short blade. Zhuang Han was not careful and was stabbed in the shoulder by the short blade.
So Zhuang Han slashed horizontally and disemboweled the Manchu soldier in front of him on the spot.
But Zhuang Han was also exhausted and knelt on the ground. Suddenly, there was a Manchu soldier on the opposite side charging toward Zhuang Han with a spear. At this time, Zhuang Han was exhausted and had no intention of fighting.
Suddenly, the Hanyang Army prisoner on the side rushed forward and kicked away the Manchu soldier holding the spear.
Zhuang Han gritted his teeth and rushed forward in one breath, slashing, click! The Manchurian soldier fell to the ground on the spot.
After that, Zhuang Han looked at the Hanyang Army prisoner. The Hanyang Army prisoner hurriedly knelt down, kowtowed, and said, "I'm Lu Long. Thank you so much for saving me!"
Zhuang Han didn't say anything when he heard this, he just waved the Xiuchun knife and cut off the rope that tied Lu Long's body.
"I'm Zhuang Han! Please give me some advice!"
As soon as Zhuang Han introduced himself, Lu Long looked at the battlefield around him and suddenly lost his mind.
Then Lu Long explained: "I am a guard under General Du."
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Han asked: "How is Mr. Du doing?"
"What a woolen man, my head is lost!" Lu Long said angrily.
Zhuang Han felt very sorry, covering his wound and said: "If it weren't for the other three reinforcements, they would never have arrived."
"I'm afraid the three routes of reinforcements are also in danger!"
Then Zhuang Han took out a kettle and handed it to Lu Long.
Lu Long was also unceremonious. He took the bottle and poured it into his mouth.
At this time, Lu Long and Zhuang Han came to a cliff. The dark clouds had gradually been torn apart by the rising sun. Roads of dust and snow revealed a chill in the air. Lu Long looked at the ground full of A large area full of corpses.
Lu Long couldn't help but burst into tears and said with emotion: "Tens of thousands of human lives were cut away like grass! If you don't want to die like this, if you want to live, you have to change your way of living!"
When Zhuang Han heard this, he turned his head and looked at everything in front of him. His eyes were full of confusion, but the expression on his face was unyielding and determined.
"Asura, one of the eight tribes of Tianlong. The place where Asura and Emperor Shitian fought is the legendary Asura Field! We, the Hanyang Dynasty, are destined to embark on this never-ending war with no return." Zhuang John said breathlessly.
At this time, Eunuch Yang Xiguang led the remaining troops to flee in panic.
Behind them were Nurhaqi's soldiers and horses, who were in hot pursuit.
Eunuch Yang Xiguang fled all the way, and the remaining troops retreated to a local fortress called Shangjian Cliff.
Nurhaqi's army encountered an attack from the Hanyang West Route Army at Fefen Mountain.
The Hanyang West Route Army dispatched a large number of soldiers and horses equipped with firecrackers, divine arm crossbows, red cannons, and magical arrow chariots this time.
However, Nurhaqi ordered Song Jianren, Wanyan Yongjia, Fei Mo, and Golock to divide their troops into four groups from four directions and attack the Hanyang West Route Army's formation.
Under the blow of bows and arrows, rain of arrows.
The dismounted frontier soldiers of the Hanyang West Route Army were caught off guard.
At this time, in the military fortress of Shangjian Cliff.
Eunuch Yang Xiguang was restless.
"Father-in-law, please have tea!"
A Jinyiwei Zhenfu envoy brought a bowl of tea and said.
"Get out! Get out of here, everyone!"
Eunuch Yang Xiguang waved his hand and knocked over the tea cup in the hand of the Jin Yi Guard.
Father-in-law Yang Xiguang, who was in the rear, saw that the enemy army was about to kill Shangjian Cliff. At this time, he could not help but be anxious.
At the same time, the Hanyang North Route Army arrived at Shangjian Cliff in time.
On Nurhaqi's side, Song Jianren took the lead and transformed into the God of Killing along the way, killing the Hanyang army until they were retreating steadily.
At this time, Eunuch Yang Xiguang was thinking that he might as well let the remaining West Route Army and North Route Army join together and launch a pincer attack on the enemy Nurhaqi's troops at Shangjian Cliff.
Thinking of this, Yang Xiguang quickly ordered his subordinates to ask the North Route Army to arrive at Shangjian Cliff quickly.
This evening, at Feifen Mountain.
The Nurhaqi army successfully conquered the Hanyang army in Feifen Mountain, so they set up camp in Feifen Mountain with peace of mind.
Nurhaqi's soldiers and horses enjoyed a variety of local specialties and delicacies from the Liaodong region in the camp.
The camp where Nurhaqi is located.
The dining table is filled with a variety of Manchurian dishes.
Nurhaqi, Nurhakui and Nurhaha sat in a circle.
"Brother Imperial, our army has been victorious in the past few days in the Salhu battle. This is really due to our army's correct strategy." Nurhakui said flatteringly.
"Hahahaha, Hanyang's army is nothing more than this. Although it is said to be 470,000, it is still a mob." Nurhaqi said happily.
"Brother Emperor, the victory of the Battle of Sarhu is inseparable from the heroic fighting of the Batulu warriors in our army!" Nurhaha said earnestly.
"Come on, the Japanese Khan is happy today. Each Batulu warrior will be rewarded with 100 taels of silver, and each Eight Banners soldier will be rewarded with 10 taels of silver. To show the generosity of victory!" Nurhaqi finished speaking and took a sip of wine.
At this time, Yin Xiaoshuai and the 1,200 soldiers and horses who rushed to Fushun immediately learned that the Manchurian Heavenly Kingdom army had set up camp in Feifen Mountain all the way.
Yin Xiaoshuai thought to himself: At this moment, the main force of Hanyang's army has been wiped out in the Battle of Sarhu, and he only has more than a thousand soldiers and horses on hand. If he confronts the Manchu Heavenly Kingdom army head-on, It's probably more bad than good.
At this time, Yin Xiaoshuai was already anxious.
Sudden.
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Yin Xiaoshuai suddenly realized that yes, victory or defeat was not determined by the number of troops at this moment, but that we should try our best to cut off the enemy's supply lines and fight a protracted and guerrilla war with them.
Yin Xiaoshuai looked at the military information on hand.
Frontier cavalry, 300 people.
Shenji camp bird gunners, 150 people.
Guan Ning cavalry, 450 people.
Tiefutu heavy cavalry, 200 people.
Red Coat Cannon Artillery, 50 men.
Three-Eyed Gunslinger, 50 people.
Yin Xiaoshuai made a rough analysis and found that these 50 red-coated cannon artillerymen could be placed in Fushun City.
The frontier cavalry and Guan Ning cavalry on hand are responsible for forming a guerrilla army to cut off the enemy's supplies at any time.
"Very good, let's do it!"
Yin Xiaoshuai slapped the table and shouted.
In the early morning of the next day, the Manchurian Heavenly Kingdom army stationed at Feifen Mountain.
They formed a confrontation with the Hanyang army at Shangjian Cliff.
Nurhaqi came to the door of the army's tent and looked at the Hanyang army on Shangjian Cliff in the distance.
At this time, the Hanyang North Route Army had successfully reached a place 5 kilometers away in the northeast not far from Shangjian Cliff, and was rushing over.
Nurhaqi looked at his trump card troops, the Eight Banners cavalry, which were ready to go. As long as Nurhaqi gave the order, these Eight Banners cavalry would rush towards the enemy's Shangjian cliff fortress like wolves and tigers. Attack the past.
On Shangjian Cliff, Father Yang Xiguang looked at the enemy Eight Banners cavalry on the plain, and his heart trembled involuntarily.
At this time, Song Jianren walked to the center of the army.
Fei Mo came to Song Jianren and asked in confusion: "Old Song, why do you hate that person named Yang Xiguang so much?"
"Because, twenty years ago, at that time, I was originally a Manchurian hunter, but suddenly one day a great tax eunuch came. Not only did he act arrogantly, but he also imposed various exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes on our taxation in Manchuria. As a result, my family's fortune was ruined. The only property in my family was taken away by the eunuchs who collected taxes. Because of excessive taxes and miscellaneous taxes, I had to sell my land and became a refugee. But that was 20 years ago. The person who issued these tax policies is Yang Xiguang."
As Song Jianren spoke, the anger in his chest suddenly burned to the sky.
"Anyway, the Hanyang Dynasty has basically been oppressing the Manchus in the Liaodong region for a long time. Today's rebellion by the Great Khan is also the retribution of the Hanyang Dynasty!" Fei Mo said unceremoniously.
Suddenly, Tarin came over. Tarin suddenly said a little discouraged: "Forget it, Lao Song, just you, don't even think about defeating that eunuch Yang Xiguang. He is a person who has practiced the Sunflower Book and has profound skills."
"He is the only eunuch who deserves to practice the Sunflower Book of Kung Fu. If he can practice this kind of Kung Fu, I wish I could practice the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and beat him to death."
Song Jianren looked at the place opposite Shangjian Cliff with disdain and said.
"Actually, let me tell you this, the eunuchs from the Old Song Dynasty and the Hanyang Dynasty are basically good at martial arts, and all of them are heroic and domineering."
Fei Mo explained slowly.
"Damn these days, I can't even beat a eunuch. Why should I be so embarrassed?"
Song Jianren suddenly couldn't think about it and shouted loudly.
"Old Song, don't be like this, calm down, calm down."
Tarin grabbed Song Jianren and said.
"Report, generals, there is a Han who wants to see General Song Jianren!"
Suddenly, a messenger came and said.
"Oh, what's the purpose of this person? Why does he want to see our General Song?"
Taryn asked.
"He said he brought a treasure, which he made a special trip to give to our General Song." The messenger explained.
Song Jianren looked at Tarin, then thought for a moment, and then said, "Okay, let him come over!"
After a while, a young man with snow-white skin and white hair appeared in front of Song Jianren.
The man looked short, of medium build, and had wrinkles all over his face.
Song Jianren looked at him and then asked: "Who are you?"
"I, Lin Xianfang, have specially brought a family heirloom to the general."
As soon as Lin Xianfang finished speaking, he took out a martial arts secret book.
Song Jianren took a closer look and was immediately shocked and said: "What? "Evil Sword Manual"?"
"Lin Xianfang, is this the heirloom of your Lin family, the "Anti-Evil Sword Manual"?" Fei Mo said with wide eyes.
"Exactly!"
Lin Xianfang handed the "Evil Sword Manual" to Song Jianren, then saluted happily and said.
"What is the purpose of showing this book to our General Song?" Tarin said with an arrogant look.
"Returning to the three generals, I have no other intention in presenting this book. I just hope that General Song Jianren can practice this magical skill, and then his martial arts will be unparalleled and invincible in the world." Lin Xianfang bowed and explained unhurriedly.
"How could you, a Han Chinese, break into our Manchurian camp casually? You are obviously a spy, right?" Fei Mo grabbed Lin Xianfang and said.
Lin Xianfang glanced at Fei Mo coldly, his eyes full of arrogance and disdain.
"Fei Mo, don't be rude! Let me see what is written in this book!" Song Jianren persuaded Fei Mo and said.
So Song Jianren opened the book and started reading.
I saw it written in detail in the book:
"If you want to practice magical skills, you must first retreat from the palace. Don't underestimate the thirteen general postures. The energy is forcing the body to condense. The postures are in the mind and thinking about their intentions. The abdomen is relaxed and quiet, and the energy is rising. The source of life is at the waist. The movement is independent in the silence. Be still, the middle part of the tail gate must be penetrated to the top of the head, your spirit and energy will connect your flesh and blood to achieve success in the future, and you will be invincible in the world."
After Song Jianren read it, his eyebrows suddenly became elated, his face was filled with joy, and his expression became open-minded.
"Hahahahaha, it seems that as long as I master this magical skill, I can have a 50-50 duel with Yang Xiguang! I have decided that I will kill myself!"
As soon as Song Jianren finished speaking, he took the ax from Tarin's hand and prepared to commit suicide!
Unexpectedly, when Tarin saw something was wrong, she immediately ran forward and stopped Song Jianren with one hand.
When Fei Mo saw something was wrong, he ran forward and stopped Song Jianren with one hand.
At this time, a general with a beard, handsome features, and wearing navy blue Eight Banners armor came running up. Yes, this man was Lao Jin.
Lao Jin took a closer look and immediately shouted: "Old Songtou, don't you want to get married and have children?"
"Don't stop me, I want to defeat Yang Xiguang. For the sake of our Manchurian Kingdom's strong soldiers and horses, I want to become the best in the world in the martial arts hegemony!"
As soon as Song Jianren finished speaking, he directly went down with a big ax and completed the suicide. The wound immediately started to bleed, and then the blood flowed smoothly!
Song Jianren endured the pain and said with a smile: "Hahahahaha, how about it, in order to defeat Yang Xiguang, this little injury and pain are nothing to me!"
At this time, Wanyan Yongjia ran over and took a closer look. Song Jianren's lower body was bleeding. Wanyan Yongjia was speechless and immediately came over with the golden sore medicine to help Song Jianren stop the bleeding.
Song Jianren said disapprovingly: "It's okay, brothers, I'll kill Yang Xiguang in a while, and I'll treat you all to wine and meat!"
Then, as soon as Song Jianren finished speaking, he saw Song Jianren flipping through the book "Evil Sword Manual". When he turned to the fourth page, he saw the words in the book: "You don't have to commit suicide, your skills will be deeper!"
Song Jianren immediately got angry and yelled at Lin Xianfang: "What the hell? You don't have to commit suicide, your skills will become even deeper, then I'll cut it off! Come on, call this Lin Xianfang's Put that cheating guy in jail!"
"Yes, General!"
I saw a group of Manchurian soldiers running over and tied up Lin Xianfang Wuhuada.
"Hey, how you practice is your business, don't blame me, okay?"
Lin Xianfang explained speechlessly.
"Bah, you just gave me the shabby Lin family's evil sword manual to practice this thing. In the end, you made me practice it like this by mistake, and I became a cripple. You still have the nerve to quibble here. , believe it or not, I will chop you to death in minutes!"
Song Jianren said cursingly.
"Holy shit, help me, let me go!"
Lin Xianfang shouted and was carried away by a group of Manchu soldiers.
Later, Song Jianren returned to the camp, lay on the bed, and said in agony: "Oh! Oh! Oh, coo, it hurts like hell!"
Fei Mo, Tarin, Wanyan Yongjia, and Lao Jin who were present were all speechless when they saw this.
"Old Song, you are really confused. In the eyes of our brothers, you are just a piece of shit!" Fei Mo said speechlessly.
"The battle will begin soon. You guys help me get to the front. I have to recuperate for a month! It hurts!"
Song Jianren said speechlessly.
Suddenly, Fei Mo, Lao Jin, Wanyan Yongjia, and Tarin all rolled their eyes!
I got a big scratch!
to be continued. . . . . .
