With fifteen thousand men and horses to resist more than ten thousand Jianlu cavalry, Guo Dajing had great confidence.
Although there were five thousand soldiers from the original Liao Town, they had been trained and dispersed as supplementary soldiers. The group psychology had changed.
Surrounded by Dongjiang Army officers and soldiers, these former Liao Town officers and soldiers did not dare to escape without authorization even if they were still afraid of the enemy. After experiencing one or two battles, the will to fight can be strengthened.
Using the old to lead the new, all the Dongjiang Army units have used it skillfully, but it is not very difficult to digest and integrate thousands of Liao Town officers and soldiers.
As for the officers and soldiers of Liao Town, as long as they were used unorganized, in relatively low-intensity battles, and had a reasonable formation, Guo Dajing was relatively relieved.
After a battle that demonstrated his combat power, Guo Dajing believed that even if Jianlu mobilized his troops again, he would not dare to boldly rescue Amin.
As long as there are not many Jianlu reinforcements, Liaodong's blocking force can completely block the Jianlu troops from the front and intercept them in the rear, and completely wipe out the Jianlu troops led by Amin.
Just as Guo Dajing expected, Amin's troops were already in trouble, and their demise was only a matter of time, within a day or two.
How many times has it been attacked? Amin no longer calculated at this time, looking at the fierce battle ahead with an ugly expression.
The sound of gunfire, artillery, and shouts of killing were mixed together and became the main theme in a radius of more than ten miles. Not only was the fierce battle ahead, but also the pursuers appearing behind Jianlu put great pressure on Amin.
A dense and rumbling explosion sounded right behind them. After the pursuers arrived, they adjusted a little and then advanced along the road. The offensive was extremely fierce.
The pincer attack from the front and back forced Amin to divide his troops into two groups, one to continue the attack and the other to block the pursuers.
But the situation took a turn for the worse. The front attack was thwarted, and the rear was continuously repulsed. The space for movement was compressed, and Amin and other prisoners realized that the noose was around their necks, which was suffocating.
"Where are the reinforcements?" Amin had to mobilize troops again to block the fierce attack of the pursuers. Then he burst out emotionally and shouted at Jierhalang: "We have been fighting for such a long time, but there are reinforcements?"
shadow?"
Jierharangci stared blankly, speechless in the face of his furious brother.
It is only a dozen miles away from Fengcheng, and the battle has lasted for three hours. The reinforcements can reach the enemy's rear even if they crawl, and the sounds of fighting can be heard.
Could it be that Dorgon really gave up this tens of thousands of troops, and the expedition to North Korea was a conspiracy to cut off the trap of dissidents?
Jirhalang sighed, knowing that it would be useless to say anything until the reinforcements arrived.
The enemy in front of us has fierce firepower, tenacious combat, and has pre-set fortifications to rely on. If we want to make a frontal breakthrough, our hope is getting smaller and smaller.
The pursuers' attack was also extremely fierce. Under the cover of artillery fire, the musketeers attacked in waves. The casualties of the blocking troops increased sharply, but they were still beaten back step by step.
Suddenly, there was a faint sound of gunfire in the distance.
Amin and Jilharang listened attentively, and their expressions changed slightly. They were indeed in the direction of Fengcheng. Could it be that reinforcements were coming?
Unfortunately, after quite a while, the road back was in danger again, and we asked for reinforcements. However, the sound of gunfire from the direction of Fengcheng was still faintly audible, and it failed to get closer.
"I led my men and horses to rush for reinforcements, and I tried my best to stop the enemy from advancing." Jierhalang really didn't want to stay with his brother anymore, so he volunteered to lead a thousand men and horses to the back road for reinforcements.
Amin's face was as dark as water, and his eyes did not linger on Jierhalang's back. He turned his head, sternly issued a strict order, and attacked fiercely until death.
Fierce battles unfolded on three battlefields. Both the enemy and we refused to give in. The bloody battle was fierce and cruel.
The three thousand reinforcements dispatched from Fengcheng were intercepted and restrained by Kong Youde's troops. Due to insufficient troops, the three thousand captives were firmly blocked and found it difficult to advance.
The special operations battalion was supported by an infantry battalion and a flying cavalry battalion from the rear, making the blockade more powerful. It also took advantage of its strength to continuously launch counterattacks and engage in repeated battles with Jianlu on the position.
The pursuers led by Liu Xingzhi, Wang Zhan, Fan Hualong and the North Korean generals opened up their firepower. The musketeers launched wave after wave of charges, fighting endlessly with the Jianlu in the rear.
Nearly a hundred rockets flew through the air and landed densely in a small area. Explosions occurred one after another, but they could not cover up the shouts of killing as the infantry charged again.
Dozens of carts had been broken into pieces, and fireworks were emitting on the road. This was Jianlu's last line of defense.
The Jianlu who gathered together to block the attack had to endure intensive bombing and desperately resisted the Dongjiang army that was constantly charging towards them.
In the mountains and forests beside the road, gunshots and shouts of killing were also echoing. The soldiers of the Dongjiang Army who were attacking in a roundabout way were fighting and fighting with the Jianlu.
When Jierhalang arrived with two thousand reinforcements, Jianlu's defense line was already in danger. Although the reinforcements were timely and the position was temporarily stabilized, the Dongjiang Army launched artillery bombardment and charge again, giving Jianlu no breathing space.
Solid artillery shells hit each other in the face, blowing the dilapidated carriages on the road to pieces; dozens of artillery shells fell, and explosions of flames and black smoke rose into the sky.
Using the vehicle and artillery as cover, an infantry battle formation pressed forward. The Fran machine guns fired loudly, the muskets fired round after round, and lead bullets rained down on the prisoners.
A canopy of arrows flew through the air, and the soldiers built a simple defense with human and horse corpses, and fought back with their bows and arrows.
"Master Beile, be careful." A guard looked up at the black cannonballs in the sky and suddenly threw Jilharan down.
A moment later, the loud bang of the explosion resounded across the battlefield, clouds of black smoke rose, and the choking smell of nitrates and sulfur rushed straight into the nostrils.
Jilharang felt the constant shaking of the earth, which made him nauseous. His ears were buzzing, and for a while he couldn't hear any other sounds.
When he was lifted up by the guards, the miserable scene in front of him made Jierhalang feel sad, but there was nothing he could do.
In order to block the pursuit of the pursuers, they could only intercept them on the main road, and the density of the troops should not be too sparse. But in this narrow place, the bombing effect of the enemy's artillery was maximized.
While fighting the enemy in a frontal attack, they were also bombarded by rounds of artillery. It was not surprising that the casualties were heavy.
But Jierhalang had no choice but to hold on and put all his hopes on reinforcements.
Break through the interception of the pursuers, or defeat the pursuers first, and then break through the blockade in front with all their strength. After knowing the approximate strength of the enemy, Amin and Jilhalang rejected this idea.
It was a powerful pursuit force that was by no means less than the Jianlu troops, with complete infantry, cavalry and artillery, fierce firepower, and brave warriors.
Moreover, under the strong resistance, the Jianlu were gathered in a narrow strip of less than ten miles, and the space for them to move vertically and horizontally was already very small.
When we meet on a narrow road, the brave will win. There are no fancy tactics, just head-on collisions and face-to-face fights.
Besides, if you can break through the pursuers, it would be equivalent to running back again, getting further and further away from Liaoshen. Then take a detour from the Yalu River to Jianzhou? I'm afraid only someone with a wet brain would think this way.
Of course, if he could break through the interception of his pursuers, given Jianlu's ability to survive in the wild, it would not be impossible for him to survive.
But now Jianlu was attacked on two sides, which forced Amin to divide his troops, and he could not form a strength advantage against the enemy on either side.
"Lord Belle." A Jianlu messenger hurried over and reported: "The enemy has increased its troops on the flanks again. The fighting is fierce. Lord Limond requested to send troops for reinforcements."
Jierhalang complained secretly in his heart, but he still dispatched 500 people to reinforce.
The front is locked in a tough battle, and there must be no losses on the flanks. Otherwise, it will be another defeat. The space is getting smaller and smaller, and in order to buy time, we can only continue to hold on.
Reinforcements, Fengcheng?!
Jirhalang looked to the northwest, anxious, but he could only grit his teeth and turn around to continue directing the battle.
The roar interrupted Jierhalang's melancholy, and the Dongjiang Army's intensive bombing began again. The guards quickly raised their shields and surrounded him to protect him.
The sound of explosions had not subsided, and the infantry charge had begun. The artillery cart had been pushed to a distance of less than fifty meters from the prisoners, and then it opened fire, spraying out lead bullets like raindrops.
Three thousand Korean soldiers were divided into three waves, and finally entered the battle at their strong request.
"Kill, kill!"
Rows of musketeers did not fire, but held bayonets across the vehicles and cannons, shouting and launching a surging attack.
Jianlu had not yet fully recovered from the aftermath of the bombing, and the sparse arrows could not stop the Korean soldiers who were rushing forward.
The two sides collided, and gunshots started to sound one after another, followed by bloody melee with bayonets and guns.
The Jianlu troops at the defense line were at the end of their strength. Although they fought hard, they could not change the situation of the battle and were beaten back step by step.
Jirharang had no choice but to send out a thousand men and horses, leaving only more than 400 soldiers in hand, which was the last available force.
Gunshots continued, and clouds of white smoke rose up, and were quickly blown away by the cold wind. The choking smoke filled the battlefield, making the enemy and our soldiers fighting as crazy as orcs.
Boom! Li Zhongjie fired bullets at the enemy in front of him. The roaring Jianlu, with a fierce look on his face, covered the bleeding bullet hole in his chest, and the scimitar he raised weakly hung down. His eyes were still fierce, but a little less fierce.
brilliance.
"Kill!" Li Zhongjie thrust out the musket in his hand, and the bayonet pierced Jianlu's chest. He pulled back his arms and kicked over the bloody corpse.
There was a burst of joy in his heart, and the tragic scene of the massacre of Korean people flashed through his mind. Li Zhongjie roared angrily and rushed to the next prisoner.
Boom, there was a gunshot at Chi Chi, and the targeted Jianlu was hit in the face, his flesh and blood immediately burst into pieces, and he was easily stabbed to the ground by Li Zhongjie.
North Korean soldiers continuously rushed up from behind Li Zhongjie, fired bullets at the enemy, and then charged forward with bayonets in hand.
Wave after wave of North Korean officers and soldiers, completely dominated by hatred, were like violent waves, violently attacking Jianlu's defense, driving Jianlu back step by step.
The shouts of killing suddenly became clear on the flanks. The Dongjiang Army, which once again increased its troops, finally broke through the entanglement and obstruction of the Jianlu in the mountains and forests, and completed the tactical detour.
More and more Dongjiang Army soldiers rushed out of the mountains and forests, shouting and charging towards the stubborn Jianlu soldiers on the road.
"Come on, kill!" Jierhalang roared, leading more than 400 captives to greet them.
The defeat was decided, but Jierhalang had no available troops. He wanted him to retreat in embarrassment. Thinking of his brother's face, he categorically rejected the idea.
As a founding warrior, let yourself defend this honor with your life and blood! Wrapped in horse leather and sacrificed on the battlefield, this destination should be the best!
When lead bullets were fired at him, Jierhalang jumped and ran with his scimitar, but miraculously he was not hit. Perhaps this was also the credit of the guards beside him.
"Kill, kill!" With red eyes, the prisoners braved the hail of bullets and burst out in their final madness.
More and more soldiers of the Dongjiang Army rushed out of the mountains and forests, and under the command of the officers, they moved forward, rushed forward, and attacked forward.
In the flying of blood and flesh, the enemy and ourselves collided together. Like the close contact between waves and rocks, what was splashed out was bright red flesh and blood.
Hand-to-hand combat is extremely cruel. In a moment of confrontation, either you will die or I will die, or both will be injured.
Countless people fell down, and those behind rushed up, trampling on the corpses and blood, and frantically killed their opponents with the weapons in their hands.
Jierhalang has been squeezed to the back, and in front are several loyal guards, fighting hard and trying their best to protect their master.
This made Jierhalang very anxious, and he could only yell and scream, venting his dissatisfaction and anxiety to die.
Damn it, you slaves, why don’t you just let me die? Damn it!
It is estimated that if Jierhalang knew modern languages, he would be angry and filial from the bottom of his heart.
The battle was fierce, but it did not last long. As more and more Dongjiang troops came up, they were stabbed with guns and knives, and the prisoners were quickly consumed.
Although at the beginning of the battle, Jianlu relied on their martial arts to gain the upper hand in hand-to-hand combat. But until now, their casualties have been doubled as those of the Dongjiang Army.
Relying on their superior strength, the Dongjiang Army surrounded Jianlu and opened fire on them from all sides.
But in front of the lasing lead bullets, no matter how high your martial skills or your agility, there is no room for them to show their full potential.
The sound of gunfire became more intense, and Jierhalang's heart sank to the bottom of the cold valley.
The shouts of killing around him became increasingly sparse, and the number of people visibly reduced. The flickering firelight and rising white smoke could already be seen through the gaps.
Jierhalang had psychological expectations for failure. The opponent's superiority in strength and combat quality made him clearly aware that victory could not be achieved with just a few hundred men.
He had the mentality of fighting to the death and dying on the battlefield, but he didn't kill a single enemy, so he wouldn't let him give up.
It's a pity that he hasn't personally gone into battle for many years. It's one thing to command a battle, but it's another thing to fight with a knife. Jierhalang's body has grown fat, and his movements are no longer so agile.
When the eyes brightened, Jilharang jumped out heroically like a moth seeing the light, waving his scimitar and howling forward as he rushed forward.
He stumbled over a corpse, stumbled and stepped on the snow that was slippery with blood. Jierhalang fell down in embarrassment.
Before he could stand up completely, the roar of muskets from Chi Chi filled his ears. Three blood flowers bloomed on his body, and Jierhalang fell heavily to the ground again, and the scimitar came out of his hand.
"Coward, coward, courage——"
Jirhalang opened his eyes wide, his vision was blurred, and he could only see the figure shaking and approaching. He struggled to spit out a few words, and the remaining dissatisfaction and resentment were all blocked by the gushing blood.