Chapter 106: Generals fight a hundred battles, drive slaves on the battlefield
Yang Guozhu, the commander-in-chief of Xuanzhen, led ten elite cavalrymen and was intercepted by Tatar thieves. He led everyone to leave the group and ran towards the west.
Everyone thought that Yang Guozhu was sizing up the situation and chose to break out to the west when he saw that there were interceptions in front and pursuers behind him, but in fact there was another hidden reason.
He led his 500 soldiers to fight with Dorgon's Tartar bandits for half a day. Neither the soldiers nor their horses had any rest. On the other hand, the Tartar bandits were able to rely on the advantage of their large number of men and horses to fight in turns.
Rest.
Now we are trapped in a tight siege by the Tatars. After several fierce battles, nearly half of them were killed and wounded, but they still cannot be relieved. Moreover, reinforcements have not yet appeared. With men and horses depleted, it will definitely be difficult to support them for a long time.
Although Yang Guozhu was already prepared to die on the battlefield, he had to consider the soldiers under his command, especially the words of the slave chief Dorgon just now, which further promoted his idea.
At that moment, Yang Guozhu suddenly thought that Dorgon was mostly interested in him, and if his attempt to persuade him to surrender failed, he must still want to capture him alive.
Otherwise, he would have attacked with all his strength. If that were the case, even if he could not wipe out all his troops here, at least the war here would have ended long ago.
It was based on this judgment that Yang Guozhu decided to take a desperate risk and use himself as bait to lure the Qing army to pursue him. This would definitely reduce the pressure on Huang Baozhong, and perhaps his more than 200 soldiers could break through and go back.
Yang Guozhu's prediction was correct, Dorgon's intention was indeed with him, but Yang Guozhu underestimated Dorgon's strategy and cunning.
It was only at this moment, looking at the more than 300 Tatar knights on the hills in front, that he deeply realized Dorgon's cunning, but he had no choice. At this moment, he could only be tough.
As the saying goes: "A general will die first in a hundred battles, and he will drive slaves from the battlefield with no time to return!"
"Xuanzhen is mighty, Ming Dynasty will be victorious!'
Yang Guozhu let out his final roar, inspiring the pro-army soldiers around him to rush towards the three hundred captives first.
Mighty.... Wansheng:
Although Yang Guozhu was only as good as eleven cavalry, they still roared with momentum, and they rushed towards the Tatars like eleven man-eating tiger beasts.
At the same time, on the distant mountains, Guo Yingxian also saw Yang Guozhu's soldiers and horses, and they were galloping to join him. However, Yang Guozhu didn't know it at this time.
Even with 11 cavalry against the 300 elite cavalry of the Manchurian Zhengbai Banner Qing Army, Yang Guozhu and the servants did not show any fear on their faces. Their eyes were determined and there was a fierceness all over their bodies.
Yang Guozhu's tiger spear had long been hung back on Desheng ditch. At this moment, he was holding the bow and arrow in his right hand and using his left hand to control the horse, he was heading towards the three hundred Qing cavalry at a fast pace.
Next to him, Tan Zhenlin and four other knights held three-eyed blunderbuss. In addition, three knights also held bows and arrows, and the remaining two held long knives and maces.
The eleven of them formed a tight cavalry formation, with Yang Guozhu in the middle and five knights on each side. Even though they knew that they were destined to have a narrow escape, no one left the camp.
But the Zhengbai Banner Qing army on the opposite side was spread out widely. The three hundred cavalry were each spread out into a large fan shape. There were about a hundred cavalry on each side of them, and they had already accelerated in advance, like two long tentacles.
Generally speaking, Yang Guozhu and others should be surrounded.
The Qing cavalry didn't seem to be in a hurry. The knights in front of them just walked forward slowly. Directly opposite Yang Guozhu, there were also about a hundred Qing cavalry. They staggered each other into two horizontal rows. More than half of them were holding bows and arrows.
On the war horse, he aimed at Yang Guozhu and others.
Seeing the two sides getting closer, Guo Yingxian shouted: "Speed up, change your attack steps, stop cutting and stabbing, kill!"
"kill
Everyone shouted in unison and rushed forward.
Yang Guozhu was determined to protect Xie Jiaxu. He had already accelerated his speed before that, and now he was clearly ahead of Xie Jiaxu by a horse's head.
“Swish...swish
Arrows were flying, and the sound of "ding, ding, ding..." was heard everywhere. They were all wearing iron armor. Even if they were hit by arrows, as long as they were not in vital parts such as eyes, ears, nose, etc., most of them would not be fatal, or even not fatal.
It will affect the battle.
For example, Yang Zaixing, a famous general in the Southern Song Dynasty, used an iron spear to follow 300 soldiers of the Yue Family Army to fight against 120,000 Jin soldiers at Xiaoshangqiao. He killed more than 2,000 Jin soldiers and assassinated the chief of ten thousand households before the formation.
Jin, the remaining 1,000 household heads, and 100 household heads, more than 100 people.
At that time, arrows from the Jin soldiers came like rain. Every time Yang Zaixing was hit by an enemy arrow, he would break the arrow shaft and fight again. In the end, his horse got stuck in the mud of Xiaoshang River, and he died in battle.
After the battle, the Jin soldiers found Yang Zaixing's body. After burning it, they found more than two liters of iron arrowheads, which shows that there were many arrows in it.
It can be seen that wearing iron armor is still very effective in protecting bows and arrows. Xie Jiaxu also had a dozen arrows hanging on his body. Only a few arrows on his chest had their shafts broken by him, so as not to affect the riding and shooting.
war.
Seeing the right opportunity, Guo Yingxian released the horse's rein with his left hand, stepped on the stirrup firmly with both feet, and controlled the horse with his legs to run as steadily as possible. Then he drew his bow and aimed an arrow at the head and face of a Qing rider on the opposite side. With a "swish" sound, he shot out
The first arrow.
"ah!"
A knight beside Guo Yingxian was shot in the throat by a Tatar. Although he was protected by his collar, the distance was too close, and the Tatar's heavy arrow actually shot through his collar and went straight into the knight's throat.
He just screamed and fell under the horse. He covered his throat with his hands, rolled and struggled feebly on the ground, and gradually lost his breath.
Guo Yingxian only shot one arrow, then threw away his bow and arrow, quickly took out the tiger spear from Desheng ditch, deflected an arrow fired by a Tatar, roared and charged forward with the spear drawn.
"Bang bang bang bang
After the three-eyed blunderbuss exploded, the cavalry and horses of both sides crossed each other, slashing, smashing and stabbing with swords, guns, axes and sticks. The neighing of the horses corresponded with the screams of people.
Guo Yingxian and others were able to break through the first row of Qing cavalry. Only six of the ten servants under his command were still with him. They killed eight Qing cavalry at the cost of losing four.
Although it was a profit, it did not benefit the war in any way. After all, the difference in military strength was too huge.
At this moment, there were nearly fifty Qing cavalry blocking them in front of them, and the Qing cavalry on both wings were also outflanking them. Guo Yingxian and the other seven people were like dumplings with special fillings, being wrapped in dumpling skins by the Qing cavalry outside.
The fifty Qing cavalry facing them didn't seem impatient. They controlled their horses and were slowly approaching Guo Yingxian and others at a slow pace. Guo Yingxian understood that they were waiting for the Qing cavalry on both wings to come over and join forces before launching an attack.
But the Qing army was waiting, but Guo Yingxian couldn't afford to wait. So what could they do? After a long battle and the charge duel just now, their horses' legs were exhausted and they were destined to be unable to escape from the encirclement of the Qing cavalry.
Guo Yingxian's mind was all on Qing Qi. He did not notice that in the northeast and southwest directions, large amounts of dust were flying in the sky, rolling towards him like a green dragon.
In the northeast direction, it was Xie Jiaxu, the general of the Zhenbiao camp under Xie Jiaxu, who commanded more than a thousand fine cavalry. After he spotted Guo Yingxian's location on the nearby mountain ridge, he initially realized that Jiaxu only led ten cavalry to leave the formation. He did not know the specific year.
Due to the situation, I didn’t dare to act rashly for a while.
It wasn't until he saw Guo Yingxian galloping back that he led the knights to gallop forward to join them. However, midway, he saw a large group of Qing army's Zhengbai Banner cavalry suddenly appear on the hill on the left in front.
Because he was really concerned about Xie Jiaxu's safety, Dorgon actually ignored the strength of his horses. He led more than 300 of his elite cavalrymen, whipped their horses, galloped with all their might, and arrived at the battlefield ahead of the brigade.
A large amount of smoke and dust was raised along the way, and he finally saw Guo Yingxian and other seven riders being surrounded by Tatar thieves. Dorgon shouted: "Kill, kill, save Yang Shuai!"
"kill
All the soldiers roared in unison, galloping their horses and whipping their whips.
At this time, Xie Jiaxu had just used his tiger spear to knock a Qing cavalry off his horse. Only Yang Guozhu and two other elite cavalry were left beside him. The rest were missing. They may have been surrounded by Tatar thieves elsewhere.
May have been killed in battle.
Yang Guozhu was covered in blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own or the Tatar's. It was all black and red, and he was like a madman. He controlled the reins with his left hand, and used the three-eyed blunderbuss in his right hand as a hammer. He roared and fired in all directions.
Smash and beat hard.
Xie Jiaxu set his sights on a Qing soldier with a white flag, Fende Bashiku. He urged his horse to charge forward, drew his spear and stabbed him. The Qing soldier Bashiku had a powerful figure, and the horse under his crotch was also majestic.
Seeing Guo Yingxian's tiger spear stabbing him, he moved up to block with the mace stick in his hand. There was a loud "bang" sound, and both of them were shocked to the point of numbness and pain.
Yang Guozhu had been following Guo Yingxian and refused to leave even half a step. He took advantage of this opportunity and swung his three-eyed blunderbuss and hit Nabo Shiku on the back until Nabo Shiku spat out "Wow".
A mouthful of bright red.
But he was tall and strong. Although he was hit hard and vomited blood, he did not flinch. Even when swinging the mace, he was still vigorous. Guo Yingxian and Yang Guozhu were unable to deal with him for a while.
A Ming cavalryman happened to be rushing towards him on horseback. He found an opening, jumped up from his horse, jumped on him, hugged the Qing soldier Bashiku and fell off his horse, rolling on the ground.
At this moment, Xie Jiaxu suddenly caught a glimpse of smoke and dust nearby, and then heard the rumble of hoofbeats. He swung his tiger spear to stop several Qing cavalry from approaching.
Taking advantage of this time, he hurriedly turned around and looked around. In addition to the flying dust in the northeast that he had just seen, there was a red color, which turned out to be the Ming Dynasty's military horses. But at a glance, he couldn't tell which one it was.
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At the same time, a puff of dust rose into the sky slightly closer to the southwest, indicating that a large group of cavalry was coming, but it was not yet certain whether it was an enemy or a friend.
At this time, Huang Baozhong also led the more than 200 cavalrymen and Ding Qinjun, who also turned back and rushed here to rescue Guo Yingxian. Although he was moved in his heart, he also cursed secretly: "You bastard, how dare you disobey my military orders!"
Suddenly, the horse under Guo Yingxian's crotch paused, and the front hooves suddenly seemed to be caught by something. At this moment, Xie Jiaxu had just knocked a Qing cavalry off the horse with a tiger spear, and he did not expect such a change at all.
Caught off guard, his center of gravity became unstable and he could not stop his body from leaning forward. He immediately rolled down in front of the horse. He held the tiger gun tightly in his hand and did not give up. The moment he landed, he swept across the horse, breaking many of the horse's legs.
At this time, he turned around and saw that the Qing army's Bashi Ku, who had just been thrown off his horse by the Ming army's cavalry, was laying his body in front of the horse, holding the front legs of Guo Yingxian's horse tightly with both hands, and turned to face Guo Yingxian Jie.
Jie couldn't stop laughing.
Na Bashiku's helmet had fallen from nowhere, and his head and face were covered with blood. His hands were still holding the horse's legs tightly, and mouthfuls of blood kept gushing out from his mouth. His body was also shaking constantly. It was obvious that he could only breathe out, not in.
Qi, already on the verge of death.
"Handsome...handsome woman"
In Xie Jiaxu's ears, he heard Yang Guozhu roaring loudly, as if he was looking around for him. He swung the tiger gun around again before standing up. He heard a loud "bang" and felt that he was being pushed hard by a heavy object.
Hit on the back.
It turned out that a Qing cavalry came from nowhere. Taking advantage of the moment when Guo Yingxian stood up, he rode over and swung his stick and hit Jie Jiaxu on the back. The blow was so powerful that Guo Yingxian's shoulder bone was broken.
It instantly shattered.
A mouthful of blood spurted out from Guo Yingxian's mouth, and the slightly gray beard on his chest was suddenly dyed bright red.
He endured the excruciating pain and threw out the tiger spear in his hand, hitting the Qing cavalry in the back. His huge body fell to the ground, while the remaining horse continued to run forward at a vigorous pace.
"puff!'
A spear flew from nowhere and hit Guo Yingxian on the right side of his ribs, penetrating through his back. The tip of the spear came out from the lower part of his chest. Xie Jiaxu spurted out another large mouthful of blood, and he fell to the ground helplessly.
"Master General, Master General"
Yang Guozhu happened to be running over. He first saw the war horse of Jie Jiaxu thrown down in the dead year. He was extremely worried and worried that Guo Yingxian had made a mistake. After running a few steps forward, he saw Guo Yingxian spurting out a mouthful of blood and throwing himself to the ground.
In his excitement, he jumped off the horse, staggered to Guo Yingxian's side, and began to cry loudly. At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten where he was, the fight for his life just now, and he was not aware of the people around him.
The shouting and fighting fell on deaf ears.
Xie Jiaxu galloped on his horse. They formed a row of fifty cavalry, and there were six columns of fine cavalry. When they saw Guo Yingxian, he was surrounded by more than fifty Qing cavalry, just a stone's throw away.
He yelled and rushed forward, then shot out an arrow. The sound of "swish, swish, swish." was heard incessantly. When the Qing cavalry in front saw their large number, they also retreated towards the formation.
In the end, this small killing field was littered with the corpses of war horses and soldiers, and a cry of mourning reached the sky at this moment.
"Master General...Master General...can't die.
Xie Jiaxu rushed forward with a face full of grief and anger, turned over and fell off his horse. He almost crawled to Guo Yingxian, snatched Guo Yingxian from Yang Guozhu's arms, hugged him and shouted: "Commander! Marshal! Marshal.
"Cough cough cough
Guo Yingxian was so tormented by him that he couldn't help but cough rapidly. Every time he coughed, his mouth would spurt out bright red, and in the end, it was a mouthful of bloody foam.
"Ahem, Lao Guo, this is my brother who fought hard... and died for his country.
place
buried in
This. No regrets
"Commander
"Lao Guo, led his sons...killed slaves...Xuan Mansion