According to the current strength of the Dongjiang Army, it can protect the three states in southern Liaoning and deploy three-quarters of its troops to launch an attack.
However, if they want to continue to expand their territory and maintain an active offensive against Jianlu, the Dongjiang Army must expand, and it is likely that it will exceed the carrying capacity of Dongjiang Town.
Therefore, in order to regain Liaochen, Guo Dajing hoped that a decisive battle would be carried out in one go, using limited troops to achieve the greatest goal.
The current attacks and attacks are all preparations to achieve this goal. Try to weaken the Jianlu as much as possible, eliminate their effective strength, consume their combat supplies, and tilt the balance of strength even more.
At the same time, Guo Dajing will mobilize all available forces to gain a greater advantage in military strength in the shortest possible time.
For example, the North Korean army will continue to invest in operations in Liaodong and improve its combat effectiveness in actual combat.
As for Liao Town, Guo Dajing doesn't want them to stay in Ningyuan for nothing. Whether it's soft wooing or hard annexation, as long as it can be used for me, Guo Dajing will use any means.
The march of the front troops slowed down, and Guo Dajing stood up on his horse to watch.
The artillerymen were dismantling the artillery, either carrying it on people's backs, unloading horses and carrying it, or cutting branches to pave the way through a small swamp area.
This long-distance attack carried thirty field guns and thousands of rockets, all of which were relatively light and easy to transport.
The field gun made of bronze is heavier than the Franco machine gun, weighing more than 500 kilograms, but it can be removed from the wheels, frame, gun body and other parts, and can be carried by two or three horses. Even if it is carried manually, it is not too difficult.
Too much effort.
In terms of rate of fire, the field artillery is much inferior to the Franco machine. But in terms of power, whether it is firing solid shells or shotgun shells, it is greatly exceeded.
By dispatching so many troops and field artillery, Guo Dajing was determined to inflict heavy losses on Jianzhou Guards and fight a big battle.
According to intelligence analysis, there are approximately 4,000 Jianlu guards in the Jianzhou Guard. As long as Mao Wenlong launches a diversionary operation in Haizhou, the mobile force that Jianlu can mobilize is at most 13,000 to 4,000.
Moreover, Jianlu didn't know how many enemies there were when they invaded Jianzhou Guard. Instead, they thought it was a harassment and diversion in order to cooperate with the enemy's main attack in Haizhou.
By the time we suffered successive defeats and realized that the enemy had entered the Jianzhou Guard with a strong force and mobilized troops, it might have been too late.
There were not many artillery, and most of them were carried by ships and waterways, and the troops quickly resumed their normal marching speed.
The mountain forest is dense, and unknown birds are disturbed, hovering in the sky, and chirping; further away, there are wild beasts roaring, but they dare not approach this sudden intrusion and sonorous march of the human brigade.
There is no road in this world, but when there are more people walking, there is a road.
Guo Dajing suddenly felt a little emotional. He was taking a completely different path from history, and with it, the soldiers and civilians of Dongjiang Town, and even the entire Ming Dynasty, would deviate from the original historical trajectory.
Up to now, he thinks that he has achieved more than half of it. As long as the path is right and the general trend is formed, it is only a matter of time before the goal is achieved.
China's most ferocious enemy has clearly shown signs of decline and has lost its strategic initiative. However, the Dongjiang Army is getting stronger day by day, both in terms of weapons and equipment and its will to fight.
Huang Taiji was finished. His flesh was eaten, and even his bones were ground into powder and swallowed with wine by the people who hated him so much. Only his head was left and was passed on to the nine sides, becoming a tool for the imperial court to boost the morale of the people.
As for Dorgon, this young Jianlu, even though he has the title of great intelligence, how can he compete with Guo Dajing, who has hundreds of years of advanced knowledge?
All the painstaking efforts and strategies are useless in the face of absolute strength, even a ridiculous desperate struggle.
"Through these 30 to 50 miles of mountainous and forested areas, there are mostly hills, and the traveling speed will be greatly accelerated." Wang Qian pointed with his hand, with a lightness of relief in his tone.
Guo Dajing reined in the horse's head. At this time, he had already passed the top of the mountain. His field of vision was wide and he could see very far away without a telescope.
Stretching mountains, dense trees, rivers shining with sunshine, and even more distant green plants that appear to be small patches of flat land...
With a panoramic view of the scenery, pride filled his chest. Guo Dajing narrowed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath. The fresh, cool and fragrant breath of vegetation filled his heart and spleen.
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The waves of wheat are rolling and glowing with golden color, and hundreds of shaved Liao people are harvesting nervously with sickles in their hands.
They are all sallow and thin, and their clothes are ragged, and they have no joy of harvest, because they may not be able to get a grain of wheat into their mouths.
On the small road beside the fields, a dozen Jianlu were riding war horses, with fierce looks on their faces, patrolling back and forth and supervising.
"Can a family share more than ten kilograms of wheat?" Sun Hua straightened his waist slightly and wiped the sweat with his sleeves. There was a little expectation on his thin face, as if he was talking to himself, and he seemed to be seeking comfort.
Old Man Wei's hair and beard were already gray, and the wrinkles on his face appeared deeper and denser because of his leanness. He snorted and said, "It's still ten kilograms, don't dream. I'll give you two kilograms of wheat bran and you'll have a high fever."
It smells good.”
No one answered, but several heavy and helpless sighs could be heard.
It has been more than a year. How many people have starved to death? I have long forgotten what food tastes like.
Even the wheat in front of you must be collected into Jianlu's manor. If you steal it, you will be beaten half to death, or even your life will be lost.
Yang Xiaohe curled his lips and looked down on these people. After the wheat was harvested, it had to be dried and threshed on the threshing floor. No matter how strict Jianlu was, he still couldn't produce a ten or eight catties?
Thinking of his grandparents who had starved to death, and his mother who was lying in the house with only one breath left, he secretly gritted his teeth and went to steal wheat tonight and cook a bowl of wheat porridge for his mother.
The bastard Jiannu and those traitors who raised the flag had to search their bodies every time they finished work. There were also people watching in the wheat fields and threshing floors. Yang Xiaohe's eyes kept rolling, thinking about how to steal wheat.
Suddenly, Jianlu let out an angry shout. The people looked up when they heard the sound, and found smoke rising from the east, jumping straight into the sky.
To the east is the mountain forest leading to the Yalu River. A dozen outposts were built and guarded by one to two hundred people, which could not only provide early warning of enemy attacks, but also intercept fleeing people.
Many Liao people tried their best to escape, but were discovered by the prisoners of war and were beheaded in public display without exception.
But if we intercept a fleeing person, there will never be a smoke alarm. And apart from enemy attack, there is obviously no other possibility.
"We're calling, is it the Dongjiang Army?" Some people were suspicious, but not very afraid.
If it was really the Dongjiang Army, that would be great! Without saying a word, everyone stopped holding the sickles in their hands and looked at each other, seemingly all thinking the same thing.
"Go back to the village, everyone go back." Jianlu on the edge of the field shouted loudly.
A few traitors who raised flags pretended to be powerful and drove the people in the wheat fields ferociously. Their whips were crackling and they urged: "Hurry, hurry, don't waste your time."
The people hurriedly ran to the nearby villages, but Yang Xiaohe lagged behind. Taking advantage of others' unpreparedness, he cut off several handfuls of wheat ears and stuffed them into his arms.
The Jianlu and the traitors hurriedly drove the people into the village and quickly returned to the manor. According to their strength, they did not dare to go to fight immediately without knowing the enemy's situation.
The smoke has already risen and will continue to spread. In the military camp more than thirty miles away, there are a thousand troops and reinforcements will arrive soon.
At that time, places such as Tonghua and Baishan did not even have place names. They only belonged to Jianzhouwei. They were once inhabited by the Manchus, and their development level was quite poor.
After the Jianlu rebelled against the Ming Dynasty, they occupied most of Liaodong in just a few years, and the Manchus also migrated to prosperous places in large numbers. Like the Liaoshen area, it is now the place with the largest population and the highest density.
Along with the famine, the Dongjiang Army became more active and a large number of deserters appeared, causing the Jianlu to forcibly drive many shaved Liao people to the hinterland of Jianzhouwei for farming.
In remote areas, the Jianlu high-level officials did not pay much attention to it, and naturally there were not many troops stationed there. Once the mountains, rivers and dense forests that relied on the barrier were broken through, the weakness of the defense would be completely exposed.
The shaved-headed Liao people were driven into the villages and ran home, fearful but with a bit of expectation. If the Dongjiang Army came over, wouldn't they have a way to survive?
Yang Xiaohe also rushed back home. It was a small thatched house with stones on the ground and half a broken urn, which was the stove.
"Xiaohe, you, you are back!" A thin woman managed to sit up on the haystack and looked at her son feebly, "There are some wild vegetables in the pot."
"Mom, I'm back." Yang Xiaohe went to the stove, pulled away the floating ashes, blew on the coals, and stuffed two handfuls of branches and weeds into it. Watching the flames rise, he quickly took out the wheat from his arms.
ears and put them on the fire.
Barbecuing green wheat is the simplest and fastest way to eat it, and it was also what rural children were good at at that time. It was their extremely limited snack.
Yang Xiaohe kept turning, the wheat ears made a squeaking sound, the sharp awns were burned, and the entire wheat ears were caught by the artillery and turned black.
The aroma of wheat was everywhere, and the ears of wheat became burnt and yellow. In Yang's wide-eyed fear, Yang Xiaohe pulled out the blackened ears of wheat from the fire with a joyful expression on his face.
Blowing in air, Yang Xiaohe waited for the wheat ears to cool down a little, then reached out to hold them up and rubbed them back and forth while they were still warm.
The burnt wheat husks fell away, and he blew gently into the palm of his hand, leaving only the clean and slightly burnt wheat kernels.
"The Great Luo of All Worlds"
"Mom, you eat." Yang Xiaohe quickly came to his mother's side, half-kneeling, and held the cooked wheat grains to Yang's mouth.
"This, this is going to be beheading." Yang's lips trembled, looking at her son's thin face, feeling distressed, scared and worried.
Yang Xiaohe chuckled and said: "No one saw it, mother, let's eat it quickly, no one knows."
Yang sighed secretly, stretched out his hand to take it and put it in his mouth. It tasted sweet and chewy. The more he chewed, the richer the wheat flavor became, and the more he chewed, the more delicious it became.
"Son, you eat too." Yang reached out and touched her son's head, her eyes full of love.
Yang Xiaohe responded, put only a few grains in his hand into his mouth, came to the fire, rubbed the remaining burnt wheat ears to remove the ashes, and brought them to his mother.
"Mom, it seems that the Dongjiang Army is coming." Yang Xiaohe put the wheat grains into his mother's skinny hands and told about the emergency outside. "The Jurchens were so panicked that they ran into the manor and hid."
Yang blinked slowly, not sure whether this was true or not. She no longer cared about her own life and death. The only meaning of persistence was her only son.
Or, there was her husband whose life or death was uncertain. But that was just a fleeting thought. She was sure that her husband would never come back, whether alive or dead.
Looking at her son reluctantly, Yang only thought that the arrival of the Dongjiang Army would bring her son a way out. And she would not hesitate to give up her last attachment to her son.
Woo, woo, woo... The horn sounded outside. Yang Xiaohe's eyes widened and he wanted to go out to take a look, but his mother held him back.
The soldiers of the forward special operations battalion finally missed, allowing the surviving Jianlu to light the smoke and send out an alarm signal.
But it doesn't matter anymore. Several outposts were occupied by surprise attacks, and the breakthrough has been achieved.
More than two thousand cavalrymen no longer concealed themselves, took off the weeds wrapped around their horses' hooves, jumped on their horses, and galloped out, heading straight for the inhabited village less than ten miles away.
In ancient times, beacon towers or alarm towers transmitting smoke were usually ten miles apart. This was the limit distance that the human eye could see and distinguish the scenery. The ancients mastered this very well through continuous practice or experiments.
Of course, there are also beacon fire and smoke transmissions five miles apart, but they are relatively rare.
At this time, Jianlu, who had retreated into the manor, had already sent someone to light another wolf smoke. But the alarm was an alarm. They did not flee in panic. They didn't know how many enemies were coming, let alone that death was in front of them.
The distance was less than ten miles. For war horses, even if they were not sprinting, in more than a quarter of an hour, two thousand cavalry appeared outside the manor and the village.
One thousand flying cavalry were divided into two groups and patrolled outside the manor and villages, cutting off the way out for everyone inside. Another thousand lancers dismounted and dismounted, leaving the people guarding the horses, and also divided into two groups and approached the manors and villages.
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The village was quiet. A few flag-carrying traitors who usually flaunted their might had thrown away their sticks and whips long ago and fled home trembling when they saw such a powerful force of the enemy.
Hundreds of lancers formed a battle formation, and without encountering any resistance, they penetrated deep into the village and easily captured it.
The dozens of captives in the manor were also stunned, but there was no possibility of escape. Knowing that they were doomed, they had no choice but to resist and fight to the death.
Arrows were shot out of the manor, and Jianlu used the courtyard wall as a support to attack the approaching enemy.
The heavy musket roared, and relying on its range advantage, it fired heavy lead bullets at the stubborn enemy. Dust rose up from the courtyard wall, and brick dust flew out.
There were only more than a hundred lancers left in the village, and the rest left the village, and together with the robes, surrounded the manor on all sides.
The Jianlu's desperate resistance immediately became as weak as a candle in the wind under the attack of the overwhelmingly superior force. Attacks from all sides made them unable to take care of themselves.
With a loud noise, Dongjiang Army soldiers rushed to the gate under cover of fire and used a large mine to blast open the courtyard gate, announcing the fall of the manor in advance.