"Do you think it is appropriate to send someone to negotiate with the Dongjiang Army?" Huang Taiji turned to everyone, glanced around, and asked: "If you have other ideas or strategies, please feel free to tell us."
Dorgon said: "King Khan has thought carefully, which I think is very good. Whether it is successful or not, negotiation is always necessary. It is not good to refuse categorically. Or, you can also use this to create a divorce plan."
Others also agreed, but in essence they left the matter to Huang Taiji, and they were too lazy to care about the outcome.
Although negotiations have been scheduled, the retreat still has to be carried out tomorrow. It is already late at night, people and horses are exhausted, and we have to wait until tomorrow before taking action.
Everyone dispersed, and only Huang Taiji and Fan Wencheng were left in the tent.
Sighing slightly, Huang Taiji said with some regret: "We should have listened to Xian Dou's words. This Khan did not conquer Jinzhou personally, which led to today's defeat."
Fan Wencheng's face was calm and he said slowly: "Good fortune and misfortune depend on each other. How could we know that the King of Khan's personal expedition would not be a beneficial thing. We will know what happened in the future."
Huang Taiji was comforted, leaned back in his chair, and said: "Although the Dongjiang Army has strong firepower, it still has to rely on solid defense, and it is difficult to change its shortcomings in field battles. In future confrontations, the initiative still lies with our Daijin Iron Cavalry."
"What King Khan said is absolutely true." Fan Wencheng bowed and said: "In addition, we must pay enough attention to Guo Dajing in the future. Since he is the leader in the negotiations, it shows that he has won Mao Wenlong's trust. At the same time, the information about him also shows that
He is not a simple character."
Huang Taiji slightly chinned his head and said: "This guy jumped up very quickly. He became famous during the conquest of North Korea. Shuo Tuo was still Yue Tuo, and he was killed by his cold arrow. The attack on Anshan Post was also done by his troops.
"
Fan Wencheng added: "He was also responsible for the harassment and ambush in the Xiuyan area."
Huang Taiji nodded and guessed: "Is he Mao Wenlong's successor? His age and qualifications don't seem to be enough!"
Fan Wencheng was not sure. It was really difficult to get information from Jinzhou. Even if spies sneaked in as Shatou Liao people, it would be difficult to send out information, and basically all contacts were cut off.
"I'm tired." Huang Taiji waved his hand and said, "Xian Dou, go down and rest!"
Fan Wencheng bowed and bowed, and exited the tent, leaving only Huang Taiji, who was in a complicated state of mind and depressed.
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A thick cloud slowly drifted in, covering the moon and blocking the moonlight, making the mountains and fields dark.
Liu Xingzhi raised his telescope again and looked at Jianlu's camp in the distance.
The torches were shaking, indicating that the Jianlu sentries were patrolling, but there were few lights in the camp, indicating that most of the Jianlu had already rested.
Behind him, more than a hundred mortars have been adjusted in direction and elevation, with their black muzzles pointing diagonally toward the sky. The artillerymen have made final preparations and are ready to fire at any time.
The attacking musketeers were all ready to go. Just waiting for the bombardment to begin, they rushed down the mountain and joined forces with the outflanking friendly forces to attack the captives.
"Sir." A small officer ran over and reported hurriedly: "The roundabout troops have sent a signal. They are in place and can start the attack."
Liu Xingzhi exhaled a breath of thick white mist, turned his head to look at the artillery officer, and said solemnly: "Start the bombardment."
"Yes!" the artillery officer responded loudly, quickly ran back to the position and gave orders.
Following the order, the torch was lit and the fuse was lit. After a while, more than a dozen mortars, as short and thick as cylinders, roared and fired shells one after another.
Alarmed by the sudden loud noise on the mountainside in the distance, the Jianlu sentry watched with attention, only to see a few sparks flickering in the night sky, getting closer and closer, and falling into the camp one after another.
"Enemy attack!" a sentry shouted a warning.
Boom, boom, boom... the explosions came one after another, overwhelming the screams of the sentries.
Groups of firelights burst out in Jianlu's camp, and smoke rose. In the flash, silhouettes of people screaming and running loomed, and Jianlu, who had already fallen asleep, was all startled.
The artillery officer counted the time. After about twenty breaths, he suddenly raised the torch in his hand and shook it vigorously from side to side.
The roar sounded again, some of which were superimposed together, making it even more deafening and shockingly powerful.
The sleeping person seems to be lying down and it is difficult to explode, so wake up all the prisoners. It's time to get up at night, you fools.
The intensity of this round of bombing was something that even Liu Xingzhi, Zhang Pan and others had never seen before. Countless explosions occurred one after another in the Jianlu camp, and bright lights flashed as frequently as if lights were lit, illuminating them brightly.
"The concentrated artillery bombardment is so powerful!" Liu Xingzhi opened his eyes wide, clenched his fist tightly, and waved it vigorously in front of his chest, "Enjoyable!"
The artillery officer quickly observed and determined that there was no need to adjust the angle of the gun.
He turned around and saw that the artillerymen had quickly loaded the shells, and then made another big body movement, as if this would increase the power of the bombardment.
Hundreds of cannons fired together, and the shells hit Jianlu's camp one after another like a meteor shower. After a while, they exploded like firecrackers, plunging Jianlu's camp into flames and smoke.
The accuracy of mortars cannot be praised, but it is not very difficult to break into a huge camp with thousands of people garrisoned.
People were shouting and horses were screaming, and the Jianlu camp was in chaos. The sudden attack, explosions, fires, and loud noises were so powerful that Jianlu was caught off guard and in chaos.
The unbridled war horses were jumping and running wildly, and the Jianlu, who had no time to put on their armor, were also running around. Explosions continued to sound around them, and shells kept falling. They didn't know where to run or where to hide.
The two soldiers were thrown to the ground after a very close explosion, and their screams of pain and agony were suppressed by the loud noise. Jia La E Zhen Gabuha could not hear the sound, and only felt a buzzing in his ears.
First hot and then cold, blood flowed down his forehead and into Gabuha's eyes. He blinked hard and walked dizzy, but he didn't know where he was going.
The enemy fired artillery on the mountainside. This was something Gabuha could determine, but at this distance, he could neither lead his troops out of the camp to fight, nor did he know whether he should withdraw from the camp or escape.
Stumbling under his feet, Gabuha fell to the ground, facing a corpse, his head turned into a gourd of blood, his face could not be seen clearly, only eyes like dead fish were staring at him.
Gabuha hurriedly avoided the death gaze, climbed up, and subconsciously ran towards the village gate.
The enemy was only shelling, not attacking. He could not command his troops to fight when he reached the gate of the village, but he did not know where to run. He just subconsciously wanted to find a safe place.
Abandon the village?!
Gabuha's mind finally came around, and the chaos after the violent bombing was fading away. He felt that this was the most correct choice.
Yes, being passively bombed in the camp will cause heavy losses sooner or later, but the enemy will be unscathed. Of course, it is really embarrassing to escape from the camp in embarrassment. This is also a solution that Gabuha did not think of at once.
"Retreat, retreat to Xizhai." Gabuha shouted loudly, but his voice was so weak amid the sound of cannons that he could not hear clearly.
Running and shouting, Gabuha arrived at the camp gate, ordered the soldiers at the camp gate to open the gate, and shouted in unison to greet his companions who were running around in the camp.
There were more and more people, some running, some riding horses, discarding their helmets and armor, and they were in such a sorry state. Many tents in the camp were already on fire, which was caused by a small amount of explosive bombs.
From Gabuha's perspective, the camp to the west had not been bombarded and was obviously not within the range of the enemy's artillery. Although this was just a guess, there was no other way but to take shelter for a while and regroup.
There was another round of shelling like a storm, and more than a hundred shells fell into the camp, killing and wounding many captives, and setting many tents on fire.
Gabuha looked at the camp that was completely destroyed. He stayed for a moment amidst the explosions, then turned around and headed west with the troops leaving the camp.
More than three hundred cannonballs were enough to drive the Jianlu out of the camp.
Liu Xingzuo immediately sent an order for the artillery to stop firing and began to move the artillery to a new position. He adjusted the muzzle angle and aimed at the Western Camp of Jianlu.
Jianlu's east and west battalions mainly controlled the southern slope of Besha Mountain City, preventing the defenders from rushing down the mountain to cut off the main road.
Unfortunately, their arrangement gave the defenders the convenience of shelling the two battalions.
At both ends of the fortifications on the mountainside are temporary artillery positions. Carrying the artillery is a little more troublesome, but it only weighs 180 kilograms, so it only takes a little time.
Gabuha led hundreds of defeated soldiers to escape from the camp and hurried to Xiying. There was only a mile away, and halfway he met friendly troops who came to meet him from Xiying, and they entered Xiying together.
"The enemy is really insidious and vicious. He actually hid artillery that can shoot such a long distance." Gabuha was still shocked, so he said to Jia La Ezhenreni who came up to him: "We were suddenly attacked. We were completely unprepared. There was nowhere to hide in the camp.
, the casualties are not small.”
Reni's face was solemn and he said: "I heard and saw that the artillery shelling was so intensive, there were probably one hundred and eighty of them. I was worried that the enemy would take the opportunity to come down the mountain to attack, so I sent people to respond while being on strict guard and did not dare to take it lightly.
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"The enemy's bombardment has stopped." Gabuha's head was much clearer at this time, and he said: "I want to send some people back to collect the wounded in the camp."
Reni thought for a while and said: "Not too many, a hundred rides is enough to avoid being bombarded by artillery again."
Gabuha nodded and ordered an officer to take a hundred cavalry back to the camp and gather the wounded soldiers.
"Will the enemy's artillery also be able to bombard here?" Reni frowned, suddenly remembered something, and looked at Gabuha with a worried face.
"No way?" Gabuha said uncertainly: "If you want to bombard, you won't have to wait so long. I've seen cannons before. They are very heavy and difficult to move."
Reni was convinced that this was indeed the case. A cannon that could shoot such a distance must be very heavy and heavy, and would have to be pulled by oxen, horses and carts.
The enemy fired artillery from the hillside. Without the noise of shouting, horses neighing and cattle braying, it would have been difficult to move.
"However, it is still necessary to be just in case." Reni said: "I will arrange it. If there is heavy shelling, I will temporarily leave the camp and withdraw one mile to the west, close to the Golden State Acropolis. After daybreak, we will rebuild
"Building a stronghold"
Gabuha nodded repeatedly and said: "This is a foolproof strategy. We should also inform the Khan King at the Nanguan Defense Line and the Jinzhou Acropolis to be more vigilant."
Reni happily accepted this suggestion and went down to make arrangements.
The various orders had just been handed down, and before Reni had time to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard a roaring sound in the distance.
Reni's heart sank, and he quickly looked up at the sky, only to see bright stars like fireflies in summer, flying towards the camp in dense numbers.
"Enemy attack, enemy attack -" the sentry on the wall had already shouted and blew his horn.
The shells fell like rain, rolling and bouncing on the ground. For a short or long time, they burst out with dazzling light, shooting out countless fragments or balls of burning kerosene.
It is not troublesome to make deflagration bombs. The whale oil added with sulfur, powdered sugar, etc. is filled into a thin pottery bottle, and then loaded with gunpowder. The gunpowder explodes, the bottle breaks, and the kerosene splashes out.
It burns.
The recipe of this kind of kerosene was made by Guo Dajing based on the historical Molotov cocktail.
The effect may not be as good as gasoline, but it is much more powerful than traditional arson powder. The main reason is that it is relatively viscous and easily adheres to objects and is difficult to shake off.
As for which one is more lethal compared with explosive bombs, Guo Dajing believes that explosive bombs are still more lethal. But in some special occasions, such as camps, explosions and burning, both killing and burning, are more effective.
People were being killed and injured, tents were burning, and after a round of bombing, the Jianlu could not help but fall into chaos.
This is not an ordinary attack. You can't see the enemy, you can't fight back, you can't fight, you just get beaten in vain. This is the most maddening and helpless thing.
At that time, people were no strangers to cannons, but they were familiar with the ones that fired solid projectiles. They still saw less of the ones that could explode, didn't understand them, and didn't know how to avoid them.
Whether lying down and crawling, or hiding in bomb craters, people in ancient times were accustomed to standing and fighting. They had no knowledge in this area, let alone training in this area.
"Evacuate the camp from the west gate, evacuate the camp." Reni stumbled to the gate of the camp, loudly ordered the sentries, and blew the rally horn.
The gate of the camp was opened wide, and Reni and many Jianlu people fled in a panic, not knowing how far away was a safe distance. They ran westward for more than a mile before stopping.
As they fled the camp, there were continuous and violent explosions behind them, which was the second round of shelling by their opponents.
Gabuha gasped for air and escaped twice in a row, which really tired him out. It was mainly because of the psychological shock that he was in shock.
Reni looked back at the camp. The fire was getting brighter, more tents were burning, and he could still vaguely hear the neighing of war horses, and there were people and horses running towards him.
"We shouldn't be able to hit here." Gabuha seemed to be comforting himself, and said in a low voice: "What should we do, rebuild the camp and establish a stronghold?"
Reni blinked his eyes and said: "Isn't it too far here to prevent the enemy from coming down the mountain and blocking the road? Our mission is to keep an eye on the enemy and ensure..."
A sudden roar interrupted Reni's words, and lead bullets shot from both sides of the road knocked Jianlu to his knees, creating chaos again.
Zhang Pan led four thousand musketeers to sneak back here from the west of the mountain city, made all arrangements and preparations, and finally waited for the opportunity to ambush Jianlu.