The Han army of the Qing Dynasty set up yellow flags to solidify the real stone pillars on the forehead of the mountain. Seeing Liu Lin and Dorgon talking and laughing between them, I couldn't help but mutter in a low voice: "Korean dogs, flatterers!"
The North Korean officials behind Liu Lin all changed their expressions when they heard this, but Liu Lin acted as if nothing had happened. He had a slight smile on his face, but in his heart he scolded Shi Tingzhu contemptuously: "You dog, take away all the Chinese clothes from China, the money rat."
Tail, arrow sleeves and Hufu, dog like you, dolphin tail slave!"
In the hearts of the Korean monarchs and ministers, their feelings towards the Ming Dynasty were extremely complicated. Militarily, they had to submit to the Qing Dynasty established by Dongnu, but culturally they were full of admiration for the Chinese culture of the Han nation.
In the original history, after the fall of the Ming Dynasty, North Korea regarded the subjects of the Qing Dynasty as slaves of the great country, slaves of the Qing Dynasty, and the land of barbarians, and they regarded themselves as Little China.
Even later, when Yuan Shikai, a minister of the Qing Dynasty, went on a mission to North Korea, he was scolded by Concubine Min, the empress of Mingcheng, as a wild dog.
At this time, Liu Lin had such an ambivalent mentality. He yearned for the Ming Dynasty, but the Qing army was too strong and could not resist it. Everything in front of him was helpless.
He and many officials and generals in North Korea were even secretly communicating with the Ming Dynasty, conveying information, and hoping that the Ming Dynasty would become strong again!
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Duoluo Anpingbeile Dudu of the Qing Dynasty was sitting on his horse watching the battle on the mountain road ahead. The blue flag under his command besieged the Ming army's forward, but it still could not move for a long time.
Du Du also became a little anxious, although he was originally ordered to fake defeat in order to lure the Ming army to go deep and stretch the Ming army's front line, so that he could use an ambush to cut off the Ming army's formation from the middle, so that they could be divided and defeated.
He raised his whip and whipped the powerful war horse under his crotch, and ran towards a hilly highland on the left. Hundreds of armored and blue-flagged knights chased his horse's tail.
Sure enough, if you stand high, you can see far. About a mile ahead, you can see more than 3,000 elite Eight Banners warriors attacking the Ming army's vehicle formation. It can be seen that the fighting there is very fierce, and both sides have suffered heavy casualties.
After all, the Ming army had chariots blocking the front, and the power of muskets and artillery was fully utilized, but the bows and arrows of the Eight Banners warriors were not inferior. When the distance between the two sides came within a hundred steps, their own bows and arrows seemed to be stronger than the Ming army's muskets.
Sharp.
"Anping Baylor, the Nanmanzi cavalry are rushing from the flank, seeming to flank our troops!"
A man with a thin face, a pair of moustaches, and a fine blue and red armor, Niu Luzhang, Jingniu Gulu, rode along the hills. As soon as he reached Du Du, he loudly reported.
Du Du's eyes retracted from the mountain road ahead and turned to look at the hills and slopes ahead. A faint puff of smoke was slowly coming towards this side.
He raised the riding whip in his hand and shouted loudly: "Warriors, let Ming Gou see our power, so that they know who is the master of Liaodong!"
A roaring and howling sound sounded, and even though there were only a few hundred people, it was deafening.
Du Du turned his horse's head and looked at Jiala Zhangjing, who was in his forties, had a flat face, a flat nose, and several scars on his face. He had an ugly and ferocious appearance and said: "Yan Zha
, you lead the warriors to meet us, and do not let the Ming cavalry rush into our infantry formation.
Remember, the Ming army is so large that it is not allowed to engage in fierce battles. It can only harass and contain them. Once Ben Beile gives the order, it will retreat and never be reluctant to fight."
The big-faced, flat-nosed Jia Lazhang Jingyanzha said loudly: "嗻!"
After receiving the order, Yan Zha turned around and faced Niu Lu Zhangjing and the more than 800 elite blue-flag warriors behind them. He saw all of them wearing helmets and dark armor, with strong aura and arrogance on their faces. spirit.
He shouted loudly for a while, then led a group of warriors to gallop out, facing the smoke and dust billowing from the south.
There were only a few dozen Bajala warriors with blue flags left around Du Du, led by Niu Lu Zhangjingtong named Niu Gulu, guarding him.
Now, Du Du looked at the battle on the mountain road. Although he shot and killed many Ming troops and was about to break through the Ming army's vehicle formation, the warriors in his banner also suffered heavy casualties. Even if those who were hit by cannons and shells did not die for a while, they would still be very difficult to survive. It made him heartbroken to save him.
At this moment, several war horses galloped from the direction of the West Shimen Camp, bringing a cloud of smoke and dust forward.
It was here to convey Dorgon's order. After Du Du received the command, he did not dare to delay at all. He called Niu Gulu and said: "Send a few cavalry to tell Yan Zha and ask him to hold off the Ming army cavalry until I The Qing warriors are coming."
Then, he waved the riding crop in his hand and shouted loudly to the Bajala warriors behind him: "Follow Ben Beile and rush down to cover the retreat of my blue-flag warriors and lure the Ming army to pursue them."
As soon as he finished speaking, the horse whip in his hand hit the horse hard on the crotch. Like an arrow from the string, it jumped up quickly and rushed towards the fierce battle on the mountain road.
Niu Gulu then sent two cavalry to send a message to Yan Zha. Seeing that Du Du had already rushed out on horseback, he hurriedly led dozens of Bagala warriors to follow him.
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He Zhenxiong, the guerrilla general of Xuanfu Town in the Ming Dynasty, had an arrow stuck in his left arm. Blood overflowed and stained his entire arm red, but he had no time to take care of it.
There were too many Tatar thieves. Even though they were protected by car formations outside, they were still unable to stop the heavy arrows fired by the Tatar thieves. The ordinary-looking arrows, when shot from the hands of the Tatar thieves, seemed to have eyes. , often shooting directly into the throats, heads and faces of Ming army soldiers.
Even if the arrow is shot in the chest and abdomen, it will often damage the internal organs, and many people will not survive. Only those with arrows in their limbs may be able to recover.
Although Yang Guozhu, the commander-in-chief of Xuanfu Town, attached great importance to the recruitment and training of the new army, there was insufficient silver and grain, which the court could not allocate, and the inventory in Xuanfu Town was also seriously insufficient. However, these could be barely maintained.
But the shortage of horses, armor, and weapons needed by the army was extremely difficult to deal with. Yang Guozhu tried his best to raise them in the town, and many of the stocks in the treasury were shoddy, which was simply unbearable. One use.
Therefore, in his army, only the cavalry commanded by Guo Yingxian had the most complete armor, but the newly recruited 5,000 infantrymen did not have this treatment, and their armor rate was even less than 30%.
There are two Qianzongs and one from the Central Military Department in He Zhenxiong's camp. One Qianzong has been killed in the fight so far. His heart is bleeding and his eyes are red.
However, he also knew that these new soldiers under his command had little training, lacked actual combat experience, and had incomplete armor. If the Tatar heavy infantry were to break into his own vehicle formation, the consequences would be disastrous.
He yelled loudly and ordered the sergeants to fire cannons and artillery, but in panic, they were in a hurry, and the medicine was loaded much slower than during the drill.
He Zhenxiong drew out his sword and held it tightly in his hand, roaring angrily as he was about to lead the battalion's less than 600 cold-blooded killers to rush out to stop the Tatar bandits.
"The cavalry, general, is our cavalry. The commander is here to help!"
Suddenly, a loud shout came from the mouth of the guard beside He Zhenxiong.
When He Zhenxiong, the guerrilla general of Xuanfu Town in the Ming Dynasty, was anxious, he suddenly heard the pro-army guards beside him shouting "...reinforcements are coming..."
He hurriedly turned his head and looked in the direction of the guard's finger, and sure enough he saw a group of elite cavalry, wearing bright red cloaks, galloping from south to north on the mountains and hills, causing smoke to billow.
When he saw the arrival of reinforcements, he was feeling happy when he suddenly heard a burst of sound piercing the air, coming from far away and approaching, and before he could dodge, a bloody arrow was sprayed in his face.
He saw the guard who had just shouted "Reinforcements are coming!" facing him. There was a clear hole in his throat, and bright red liquid kept spurting out. It was obvious that he had been shot by the Tatar's heavy arrow.