In front of Ma Xianglin, the grassy slopes undulate like ocean waves.
Before Huang Taiji saw clearly his Ming army pretending to be Mongolians, Ma Xianglin had already used his binoculars to see clearly the white flags on the edge of his opponent's teeth, as well as the various weapons held by the armored elites.
A month ago, Ma Xianglin met Zheng Haizhu at a military meeting hosted by Zhang Quan.
Different from the previous reunions, this time, Ma Xianglin felt relaxed and relieved for the first time.
After a year, both of them have changed a lot.
On the tree of life, it seems that many branches have been added, with different leaves, different flowers, and different fruits hanging.
The marshal of the Sichuan Army became the son-in-law of the military officer, but Miss Zheng still looked like a single tree facing the sun.
Ma Xianglin looked at Zheng Haizhu.
He is more awake than when he was in Taiwan.
It is no longer possible for two trees to become connected, but these two trees, like other jagged trees, can become a forest that protects against bloody storms, violent sand and waves.
Zheng Haizhu's eyes looked at him without any trace of affection, but there was no trace of unfamiliarity either.
"Xianglin," even in front of everyone, she still gave up the title "General Ma" very naturally, "After I went to Hetuala, I felt that Nurhachi's favorite Heshuo Baylor was Huang Taiji. He fought When we move to Fushun, we should let Huang Taiji's Zhengbai Banner follow us. There are about five thousand elites of Zhengbai Banner who are skilled in horse warfare. Except for those who are left to guard and suppress Ye He's tribe to prevent attacks, Huang Taiji will have to bring at least four thousand out. I When Hetuala let his men explore, their spears and swords were not as long as your white-stemmed spears..."
At this moment, Ma Xianglin recalled every bit of information given by Zheng Haizhu.
After a closer look at the actual battle, the information matched up one by one.
Ma Xianglin, who was also fighting against the Hou Jin soldiers for the first time, quickly understood that the warriors of Zhengbai Banner were the same as the soldiers of Nurhachi and Huang Banner. No matter how skilled they were in riding horses, they were still better at dismounting, using bows, and killing at close range. .
He is more confident.
Ma Xianglin ordered the tooth soldiers to play the flag language of the Chinese army's command, and the drum beat also changed the rhythm.
He himself started to accelerate first.
As the commander of a cavalry army, it is crucial to control the rhythm and formation of his troops.
After Ma Xianglin and about ten tooth soldiers left the front camp, the Sichuan Army's white pole soldiers from the five camps began to change their formations. Each battalion followed their respective flag bearers and quickly transformed into a long platoon advancing formation.
But this front is not like Huang Taiji's white flag, which is a slightly curved net.
If a skilled weaver could look down from the air, he would be surprised to find that Ma Xianglin's cavalry, like a shuttle on a loom, wanders between the warp and weft, performing magic, and quickly transforms into each row one by one. Triangle lineup.
There was one small flag bearer in front of the group, followed by three, five, or seven people behind them. This team of more than ten people maintained an extremely precise distance between each other.
There are thirty such squads in each row, only a few steps apart, making a total of four rows, each row about ten steps apart.
A team of nearly two thousand knights formed a spectacular and exquisite geometric picture on the green grassland.
Comparing the two, Huang Taiji's cavalry camp can only be regarded as three scrawled ink lines.
When they were about 300 steps closer to each other, Ma Xianglin quickly turned left and right twice, scanning the surging battle line with horse heads to confirm that the soldiers under his command had completed their formation changes.
He quickly raised the gun and tilted it at a commanding angle.
The dozens of small flag bearers behind them understood it at a glance. They waved their flags and the soldiers began to speed up.
The slightly scattered sound of horse hooves a moment ago gradually turned into a rumbling sound with a uniform and distinct rhythm as the speed increased.
There was no explosion of firearms, no crisp sound of swords fighting each other, but the sound of approaching iron hooves seemed to be stepping on people's hearts, and it even showed the tension and excitement of a critical moment.
The two sides were as close as two hundred steps. This distance was actually shortened by dozens of steps in an instant.
Neither side would hesitate in the cavalry's charge. One moment of hesitation, one moment of slowing down, and you may turn from stone to egg in an instant, only to be crushed to pieces.
Twenty-five-year-old Huang Taiji felt the fear of being a flag leader for the first time.
Fear comes from the unknown.
The camouflaged Ming army on the opposite side descended from the sky. No matter the strange formation or the uniform white poles and eye-catching iron spears, he had never seen them before on the land of Liaodong.
He had no time to think about contingency plans. Behind them was the solid north wall of Fushun City, and kerosene was constantly pouring down, and arrows were shot down.
Huang Taiji had no way out, and he couldn't escape first before his father's retreat order sounded.
He could only raise his broadsword under the pure white flag of Xunlie facing the wind, rush out of the middle army, and come to the front of the cavalry formation.
The morale of the general is the morale of the entire army.
There are a few post-golden knights with the most exquisite riding skills and the most courageous and calm minds, but they still try to release arrows when they are close to the collision.
It is impossible to use a walking bow or a crossbow on a horse that is speeding at high speed.
Some of those speculative light arrows could not hit Ma Xianglin, who was charging ahead. Occasionally, a few or two did hit him. Due to the angle and strength, they were not enough to penetrate the knight's armor robe, horse head mask and horse chest guard.
Entering one hundred steps!
Ma Xianglin roared angrily, leveled the silver spear, and pointed the spear head straight at Huang Taiji.
The two thousand Sichuan soldiers behind them followed closely and made the same gesture, and the horses under their crotches keenly felt the instructions given by their master through their legs and reins.
These horses were personally selected by Qin Liangyu and Ma Xianglin after they arrived in the capital last year. Half of the nearly thirty thousand taels of silver came from the savings of the mother and son, and half came from Zhang Quan's dowry for his daughter. Zhang Fengyi has no interest in mahogany furniture or antiques and jewelry. The scenery in her eyes is an elite cavalry army composed of soldiers from the south and horses from the north.
With the decline of the nine-border military strength, the imperial court originally wanted to imitate Qi Jiguang's visit to Jizhen and mobilize the loyal and reliable Qin army to the north. After having the horses, in the early autumn of last year, Qin Liangyu allocated two thousand stone soldiers, and Ma Xianglin trained them in Shanhaiguan to run in the people and horses.
At this time, the experienced stone knights and the fat war horses, whose newborn calves were not afraid of tigers, rushed towards the Jurchen invaders with maximum speed, proudly and without hesitation.
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Sun Yuanhua, who was at the top of Fushun City, turned his head and stared intently at the two torrents of men and horses in the north.
But at the last moment, he closed his eyes.
He was frustrated to find that he could monitor the trajectory and damage effects of the artillery shells, but he could not directly watch the moment when the cavalry took charge.
There was flesh and blood on both sides.
Both sides carry a speed that is completely different from that of infantry.
In such a high-speed collision, flesh, armor, swords and guns will be scattered in all directions as if they were hit by artillery fire.
The roar of men, the neighing of horses, and the clash of weapons will destroy the mind like a stormy sea.
Every knight charging on both sides knew the result from the moment they increased their speed.
However, everyone, including the horses, rushed forward with wide eyes.
Live or die!
That was the peak of violence in the cold weapon era.
Whether viewed as beautiful or ugly, romantic or tragic, the cavalry charge is the pinnacle of male violence.
The loud bang that finally reached his ears was so exciting that Sun Yuanhua opened his eyes.
As imagined, after the collision of the two torrents, the battlefield was full of people and horses, and countless severed limbs, broken bodies, helmets, and weapons flew into the air, forming one silhouette after another that made the viewer's scalp numb.
"The white flag has fallen, but our flag has not fallen."
A childish female voice sounded after Sun Yuan's incarnation.
Sun Yuanhua turned around and saw Zheng Haizhu's two female students looking north and discussing the situation of the war. At this time, the falcon cannon at the top of the city could no longer play any role and entered a state of rest.
The girls had obviously been watching the cavalry charge.
Their calm eyes didn't blink, which made Sun Yuanhua laugh a little at the brief moment when he couldn't bear to watch the battle.
"Look, Mr. Sun, our cavalry, like our cannon, can fire several rounds."
One of the female students pointed excitedly.
Sun Yuanhua was busy and comfortable looking into the distance.
That's right, the independent small triangle in each row of the Sichuan army, which was so far away from each other, pierced into the Jurchen camp like a wedge at the moment of hedging.
Of course, one's own casualties are inevitable, but teammates in the rear can capture the most precious fighter opportunities from the enemy's forced deceleration.
What's more, one inch longer and one inch stronger, the Sichuan army's white-barred guns were inherently more advantageous than the Hou Jin soldiers' swords, sticks, and maces of varying lengths.
The Houjin soldiers, who thought they had passed the front, soon had to face the wedge-shaped formations of the second, third, and fourth rows, as well as densely packed spears piercing towards them.
"Master Sun," Nvwa continued to watch as she said, "With this kind of fighting, the flag bearers in each row are so brave. They are leading the way."
Sun Yuanhua took a deep breath. He had never been as emotional as he was today. What right did the literati of the Ming Dynasty have to look down on military generals?
He squinted his eyes and sighed: "Yes, the bravest one is the one at the front."
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Ma Xianglin watched helplessly as the tip of his spear was about to hook Huang Taiji's shoulder first.
Before he faced the attack, he rehearsed the moves in his mind that his mother had passed down to him and that he had practiced many times.
He, Ma Xianglin, is already familiar with how to combine cleverness and brute force at the most critical moment, using the unique hook and sickle of the white pole gun to directly knock the enemy off his horse.
Yes, he had clearly seen that Huang Taiji had made a gesture to protect himself from being stabbed. The leader of the Zhengbai Banner obviously thought that the Ming army commander's way of attacking was to stab with a gun.
However, to Ma Xianglin's surprise, in the last few dozen steps, Huang Taiji's horse strayed, and the white-armored guards on his left and right took over the position of the coach.
Ma Xianglin's hands were faster than his brain, and relying on the muscle memory formed by ten years of fighting, he quickly deflected his upper body, trying to reach Huang Taiji while trying to avoid the mace of the white-armored guard.
"Boom..."
The barrel of his spear was blocked by the barrel of a stone soldier behind him, and the huge force almost caused the spear to escape.
The tip of the stone soldier's spear had accurately captured the horse head of another white-armored soldier.
The horse's skull immediately shattered, the front hooves of the war horse softened, and the white-armored soldiers on its back flew out due to inertia and fell into the riding formation, where they were soon trampled to pieces by thousands of horses' hooves.
In just a few breaths, Ma Xianglin and the stone soldier had crossed paths with the Jurchen soldiers.
"Young Master, you damn boy!" Shi Dingbing yelled. He quickly realized that he had hindered the Young Master's attack on the commander of the Houjin Cavalry.
Ma Xianglin responded: "I don't blame you, it's Huang Taiji's son who is too cowardly!"
Ma Xianglin was furious and full of contempt.
This was the first time he met a coach like Huang Taiji.
He openly acted cowardly in the face of battle.
Was it because the cavalry took charge in a split second and his subordinates had no time to see clearly?
Coward! coward!
Ma Xianglin scolded and adjusted the horse's speed. At the appropriate speed, he turned the horse's head again.
The Sichuan soldiers who survived after killing the enemy in the first and second platoons have gradually gathered nearby. In front of them, the Sichuan soldiers in the third and fourth platoons are confronting the surviving rear golden knights. There is another bloody fight. Intense scenes of people screaming and horses neighing.
Ma Xianglin waved his flag and flags, and the surrounding troops immediately re-arranged themselves. After a while, they formed an orderly formation, raised their dazzling white guns, and rushed towards the center of the fierce battle with shouts.
In the duel between the coaches, Huang Taiji, who had dodged Ma Xianglin's silver spear, did not retreat to the back line, but also raised his sword to kill.
After these rounds, the speed of the cavalry slowed down.
Huang Taiji wore the finest armor and the heaviest helmet. Even his mouth was hidden behind the protective gear. He was no longer afraid of the spear without speed. He swung his broadsword left and right, slashing three or four white soldiers in a row.
However, he did not expect the bravery of the white pole soldiers.
Layer after layer of Sichuan soldiers came like a tide. They were the white soldiers whose horses were wounded and dead. They stood on the ground or even fell on their backs, still roaring and fighting with guns, dexterity and toughness. Together, they were able to dismount Houjin's Bajala warrior, get on his own, and continue looking for a new target.
"You guys, cross the river quickly and let Zheng Hongqi come to rescue you!" Huang Taiji shouted to the two Bagalas surrounding him.
The two Baya La got the order, fought to open a road, and galloped eastward.
Huang Taiji gasped for air while holding his sword. When he raised his head, he saw Ma Xianglin in a silver helmet and silver robe a hundred steps away, running towards him with a gun drawn.
A chill rushed straight to his Tianling Gai.
He suddenly remembered that his father often mentioned that when he went to Fushun City to sell mushroom orphans, he loved to hear the book writer talk about "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", in which there was a silver spear and silver robe Zhao Zilong.
Huang Taiji felt that the brave general of the Ming Dynasty in front of him today was the reincarnation of Zhao Zilong.
"Woo..."
From the direction of the main entrance of Fushun City, the harsh conch sound sounded.
To Huang Taiji's ears, it was like the sound of nature.
Amma finally agreed to withdraw her troops.
Huang Taiji urged his horses to rush eastward to meet up with the remnants of Nurhachi's Zhenghuang and Xianghuang banners.
The Jurchen knights also followed closely like little mice following the Rat King.
Ma Xianglin led the white-pole soldiers in pursuit, stepping over human and horse corpses everywhere.
"Boom..." The falcon guns at the top of Fushun City began to spit iron bullets at the poor bandits who entered the range, setting off bursts of blood mist.
After the loud noise, the sound of a golden zheng calling for troops to retreat came from the city.
Ma Xianglin bit his back teeth, finally slowed down and waved the flag.
The Sichuan soldiers immediately stopped shouting to kill and stationed their horses one after another.
"Brothers who have left the package, rescue the wounded. After beheading the heads, ask the chief officer in the city to count them. Three Hundred Yuzi Camp will follow me to Magendan to pick up the young lady. The remaining brothers will camp on the spot to rest."
Ma Xianglin ordered the deputy general.
The seven chapters of the Battle of Fushun have been written. The generals and civil servants who appear in these seven chapters are all historical figures. In real history, their fate is as follows: Qinghe guard Zou Chuxian, Liaodong commander-in-chief Zhang Chengyin, and deputy commander-in-chief Po Yanxiang were all killed one after another in this year. Prime Minister Poyan was already out of danger, but when he heard that Zhang Chengyin, the commander-in-chief, had fallen into enemy hands, he returned to fight with all his strength and died for his country along with Shangguan. After the fall of Liaoyang, Zhang Quan, the patrol commander of Liaodong, refused to pay the money, straightened his official uniform and knelt down to the south, and committed suicide by committing suicide. In the bloody battle of the Hun River, Qin Liangyu sent his brothers Qin Bangping and Qin Minping to lead the Sichuan army across the river (including some Youyang chieftain soldiers) and fought to the death with the Hou Jin army. After wiping out thousands of enemies, they were attacked by mutinous Ming army gunners. After suffering heavy casualties from the bombardment, they withdrew to the other side of the Hun River and joined the car camp of Qi, Jin and Zhejiang troops. Both the Sichuan and Zhejiang guest armies fought to the death, staining the Hun River with blood. Qin Bangping and Qi Jin died for their country. Mao Wenlong, who passed through Dongjiang Town and penetrated the Later Jin Dynasty like a nail, was designed and killed by Yuan Chonghuan during the Chongzhen period.
Internal corruption is not the rationale for foreign aggression. A study of the history at that time should not cause some modern glass-minded people to feel that it will affect national unity. Right and wrong will never be reversed. All soldiers and civilian officials who have done their duty are worthy of commemoration. I would like to use the fictional victory of the Fushun defense battle to pay tribute to all the brave and loyal people above.
