The three hundred and sixtieth chapter of Dai Shan grants the head, the suffering of the people
Even so, there were still Jianlu who rushed forward, abandoned their horses and climbed over the carriages and artillery carriages to engage in close combat with the enemy.
After a row of musketeers finished firing their bullets, they charged forward with their bayonets pointed and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the Jianlu who broke through.
The musketeers in the rear group spread out into the snow and weeds on both sides of the road, avoiding the front, and continued to use muskets on both sides to cause continuous damage to the Jianlu.
It can shoot from a distance and fight at close range. With a musket and a bayonet, it is indeed both.
Although Guo Dajing directly used his bayonet to block the cavalry attack, Guo Dajing still lacked confidence, but with the cannons and carriages in front, he could at least draw a draw with Jianlu's cavalry.
Of course, it is not a matter of a tie now, but a matter of victory, and Jianlu's madness is nothing more than a desperate struggle.
Daishan fell off his horse and rolled on the ground, even dropping the scimitar in his hand. He got up in embarrassment, went to pick up the scimitar, and like other Jianlu, howled and rushed forward.
However, his luck ended here. When his fat body climbed awkwardly into the van, a row of lead bullets was fired at him. Daishan, like several other prisoners, screamed and fell down.
Daishan opened his eyes wide and looked at the night sky filled with white smoke. He could no longer feel the coldness on the ground because he would soon be at the same temperature.
The musketeers kept firing bullets at the Jianlu who were close at hand. Then they straightened their bayonets and charged forward, providing protection for their comrades behind them and giving them a chance to shoot.
The Jianlu who were desperately rushing to fight were blocked in front and behind the cannons and carriages. Even if they climbed over, they would hit more with less, and soon they would knock down rows of bayonets. There were even bullets fired from time to time.
Come.
The musketeers on both sides killed more prisoners in front of the carriage, leaving them no chance to climb over.
Arrows are still being fired at them. This is also Jianlu's only long-range weapon. While causing damage to the enemy, they are paying a greater price.
The rockets continuously bombarded the road where Jianlu attacked. After loading one rocket, they fired it, instead of firing in salvos. Instead, they had a continuous bombing effect, just like the burst fire of a musket.
The number of Jianlu who rushed through the fireworks road was getting fewer and fewer, and they were killed and injured by the muskets on both sides, making it more and more difficult to make a fierce attack.
The special operations battalion also rushed to the battlefield and launched an attack from behind Jianlu without stopping, truly forming a two-sided attack.
Two rows of musketeers stepped forward bravely and quickly wiped out all the captives who had rushed through the car formation.
The firing range of the muskets was opened, and the muskets on both sides of the front and sides spit out flaming white smoke and used dense lead bullets, completely blocking the Jianlu's attempt to rush through the car formation.
The contest between muskets and bows and arrows was the surest way to win. Guo Dajing was not in a hurry to end the battle and try to minimize the casualties of his own troops.
The musketeers on both sides stepped on the snow, waded through shrubs and grass, and surrounded Jianlu.
The special operations battalion attacked from three sides at the beginning and bombarded the enemy with rockets. The remaining few hundred prisoners were surrounded and compressed, and retreated into Baozidian.
This is a sin you have committed, and you will repay it with your dog's life. In this town that you have destroyed into ruins, use your blood to repay the debt!
Guo Dajing put down his telescope and blew out white mist. The soldiers had already rushed into the town and continued to fight with Jianlu. With the overwhelming superiority of the troops, it was only a matter of time before the battle ended.
"General, this is Daishan's dog head!" An artilleryman cut off Daishan's head and raised it to signal to Guo Dajing.
"Put it away!" Guo Dajing nodded, a smile flashing across his face.
It was not surprising that Jianlu, who had gone deep into the army alone, was defeated like a mountain. It was not unexpected that they suffered such a disastrous defeat. Who allowed them to encounter themselves and the Dongjiang Army who were fully prepared!
This was Guo Dajing's victory, and it was also the victory of the Dongjiang Army. All the bloodshed and sacrifices will be reflected in the Liaodong War.
The Jianlu not only failed to plunder the population and materials to survive the famine, but also lost so many men and horses. It is foreseeable that they have been damaged and will be unable to recover.
Although the Dongjiang Army also suffered a lot of casualties in this battle, as long as the court provides support, it will be able to recover and even become stronger within a year at most.
Even if the imperial court is still like that, the Dongjiang Army will be self-reliant and will not take too long to regain its strength.
Chongzhen, you have to thank me for saving your face and recovering your losses. Unfortunately, I know very well that you must not have too high expectations for a feudal emperor.
Guo Dajing dismounted from his horse, moved his somewhat numb legs and feet, and thought about the arrangements and plans after the war.
The harvest from this battle was huge. Putting aside the trade-offs at the strategic level, the number of captured war horses alone was almost five to six thousand. This is still a rough estimate.
There were also gold and silver treasures, silks, silks, brocades, and forgings plundered by the Jianjun. Guo Dajing was ready to fill up the space he had vacated, leaving only part for Cao Huachun.
Calculated in this way, the support of the imperial court is dispensable. The most important thing is to hope that the imperial court can open the door for immigrants to Liaodong and provide a population base for the expansion of the Dongjiang Army.
As for the people who were plundered, they should be grateful. It was the troops led by Guo Dajing who rescued them, and if they didn't take food, maybe they would give away some less property, which was the most benevolent thing.
Guo Dajing was right. Now the lifeless atmosphere in Xiliu Town has become lively.
Only 300 soldiers were here to look after property and maintain order, but more than 30,000 people were obedient. They were really scared out of their wits by the Jianlu.
The able-bodied people who were sent to collect firewood in the nearby woods returned. Piles of bonfires were burning, emitting heat and warming the cold bodies of the people.
Grain was boiling in the big pot, and the aroma of rice spread, causing the people to swallow their saliva dryly and have to wait for the porridge to be cooked.
Wei Qinghe seemed to be in a dream. The ferocious and brutal Jianbu were gone and replaced by the Dongjiang Army in a remote overseas location. They were treated like cattle and horses instead of livestock.
His wife clung to him, her body still trembling a little, not sure whether it was from the cold or the lingering fear.
"It's okay, we're saved!" Wei Qinghe comforted him again. It wasn't that he was stronger, but that he had no choice.
As long as you can live, that's good. It's not about lingering under the sword of Jianlu and eking out an existence, but you can return to your homeland and maybe find your separated family members.
Weeping could be heard intermittently in the distance. Wei Qinghe sighed silently and patted his wife's back comfortingly.
Those who cried were all beautiful young women. Huang Taiji rewarded them to his meritorious subordinates, as well as to the officials and students of the Ming Dynasty who had surrendered.
For example, Li Fengze, the left battalion officer of the Ming army in Hanerzhuang, led the people in the city to shave their heads and surrendered. He was rewarded with two beautiful women, a pair of cups and saucers, and a piece of satin.
Panjiakou guarded Jin Youguang, and sent one of his troops, Fan Minliang, with flags and drums, Jiang Jin, and Qiao Fushu to surrender. He was promoted to guerrillas, given Zhafu, and rewarded with a piece of clothing and a piece of satin.
General Malanyu led the people from Malanyu City to surrender, including one official and eight students, each of whom was rewarded with one satin and one woman.
When Jianlu captured Gu'an, they selected twenty beauties and presented them to Huang Taiji, who also gave them to the beauties.
Women in war, especially beautiful women, suffered more deeply and were even more ravaged.
There are those who commit suicide after being humiliated and seek death, and there are those who endure humiliation and live on. They are all victims. Talking about chaste and martyr women is the shameless talk of a Taoist gentleman.
The sound of gunfire could be heard faintly in the distance. The fighting had not completely stopped, and the people's hearts were not completely settled. But at least they could breathe a sigh of relief and hope that the Dongjiang Army who had rescued them would not let the Jianlu invaders come back again.
Contrary to the mood of the shocked common people, in a small depression, a group of traitors who were about to face a catastrophe and died before their eyes gathered.
There were officials and students who had been surrendered. They were suddenly transformed from escorts into prisoners. They showed fear, regret, sorrow and other emotions, with various expressions.
Their official positions, money, and women were all wiped out, and they knew how miserable their fate would be next.
The sound of horse hooves came closer and closer, the people were a little panicked, and the traitors could not help but express hope.
But they were disappointed. More than a thousand lancers who had obtained war horses rushed to Qian'an in the east.
The sound of gunfire in the distance stopped, and the battle was over. For ordinary people, they may not understand such military common sense. Drinking hot porridge, not being beaten or scolded, or even death, is the key point now.
Wei Qinghe handed the porridge bowl to his wife and watched her eat it in small bites. Her face was still dusty, but her eyes slowly became brighter.
The crying gradually stopped, and there was always a time when the tears would dry up. This was again in public, and no matter how sad or painful it was, I had to suppress it in my heart.
Many people are at a loss as to what will happen in the future and can only take one step at a time. As for seeking death, not everyone has the determination to do so.
"It's time to eat, it's time to drink." A soldier limped over and scolded: "I'm not afraid of death anymore, what else can I think about?"
Although it was scolding, it was also an explanation. He was crying just now, but now he is picking up the bowl and eating, but he is still a little embarrassed.
Several women filled the porridge silently, lowered their heads and ate in silence.
Qiaoying took a peek at the soldier with the beard. He didn't seem to be very old, but the beard looked quite old.
"We, General Guo, have said that those who want to go home will be given travel expenses and food, and those who don't want to go home can follow us to Liaodong."
Zhao Shitou climbed to a high place and loudly said to the people around him: "In Liaodong, our Dongjiang Army has recaptured Jinzhou and Fuzhou. The Jianlu were beaten to pieces and did not dare to invade. You have all heard of this.
Bar?"
He glanced at the people, but he only saw some blank stares and no one responded.
"I've heard that the capital will be captured this spring!" Qiaoying said in a low voice, not knowing where she got the courage.
Zhao Shitou showed a smile on his face, nodded towards Qiaoying, looked at the people, and continued to say loudly: "When we arrive in Liaodong, Dongjiang Town will build you houses and give you land, which is all fat and oily black soil.
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"The tax in Dongjiang Town is four out of ten. The more you collect, the more you pay, and the less you collect, the less you pay. If there is a famine, not only do you not have to pay taxes on grain, but relief grain is also distributed. If there is a soldier in the family, military relatives will have preferential treatment
policy……"
Guo Dajing hopes to return to Liaodong with a batch of immigrants, so that more land can be reclaimed in the spring and the overall strength of Dongjiang Town can be increased.
For this reason, he showed enough sincerity. You must know that in the Ming Dynasty at this time, no matter how much you harvested, the taxes were fixed. Even if you didn't harvest anything, you couldn't pay a penny less.
The common people who had been ravaged and plundered by Jianlu might dispel a lot of worries. That is, they always felt that Liaodong was the place of the Fourth War and the Gyeonggi region was safe.
Then there are those women who have been insulted. They may feel that they are too embarrassed to see their relatives and fellow villagers, and they are afraid of being criticized and gossiped about.
Liaodong will provide them with a chance to live a new life without discrimination in this traditional feudal society, as long as they still have the desire to survive.
"Those who cultivate the land and know all kinds of crafts, even if they can sew or wash, they still have skills in Liaodong and can make a full meal..."
Qiaoying's eyes lit up, and she saw several young women's expressions that were quite emotional.
Liaodong is a war-torn place, and people in war are also tolerant. There are not many separated relatives, especially women, who reunited after being humiliated.
Most people choose to understand, choose to accept, and use their own comfort and kindness to heal the wounds in their hearts.
More women are also a part of strength. It is also Guo Dajing's hope that the bachelors in the army can get married and start a career.
"You think about it carefully, it's all voluntary." Zhao Shitou waved his hand and said, "It's okay, you can rest!"
It wasn't until Zhao Shitou walked away that the people started talking about it. They were quite tempted, but also had doubts.
At this time in the Ming Dynasty, land annexation was already very serious.
The landowners and gentry tried every means to evade taxes, and many peasants often attached their land to the names of famous scholars.
This leads to a strange phenomenon: the majority of the country's tax revenue is borne by farmers and small landowners who only occupy a small portion of the land.
It's okay when the weather is good, but when disasters occur, coupled with the levy of taxes, it is very common for homesteaders and small landowners to go bankrupt and become refugees or tenant farmers.
Moreover, in the Ming Dynasty, after Zhang Juzheng's reform, a series of tax and labor reforms and the one-whip law were carried out across the country, making silver occupy a dominant position in land tax income.
No matter how much money the common people have on hand, they have to work hard for a year, and the harvest will eventually be converted into silver, and then they will pay taxes to the government.
And every time it's time to pay taxes, officials and businessmen often collude to lower the price of food. When the taxes are paid, the price of food will rise again. As time goes by, the people will be exploited in two ways.
Therefore, the payment of taxes in kind is a benefit to the people. At the same time, the sharecropping system is a dynamic adjustment, which is conducive to reducing the burden on the people in disaster years.
If there is anything in Liaodong that can attract people to immigrate, besides the land, it is also the policies, which try to make the people have enough food and clothing, and live and work in peace and contentment.
As for the entire Ming Dynasty, no matter how good the policies were, as long as they were detrimental to officials, gentry, and merchants, they would not be well implemented and would instead be misinterpreted as policies harmful to the people.
The bureaucracy has become corrupt, or in other words, they have formed a community of interests with the big landowners and big businessmen, and will only implement policies that are beneficial to them.