Liaodong, northwest of Xingshan, in a small forest on the bank of the Nuer River on the east side of Dafu Fort, soldiers from the left side of the Tiger Guard Battalion of the Xuanbei Army, led by Qian Commander Li Changsheng, made a sneak attack on a small group of Beibei cavalry who were sent out to scout out the Mongolian Zhenglan Banner.
Under the dim moonlight and starlight, a black shadow leaped forward as quickly as a leopard, and a cold light appeared in front of the Mongolian Zhenglan Banner Beibei Cavalry Zhuanda holding a Sulu ingot.
Zhuanda's eyes suddenly opened to their maximum size, and he used all his strength to roll again.
But just as he was about to get up, a black object slammed down in front of him, with a muffled "boom" sound, hitting the Beilu Zhuanda's big head.
The leather helmet on his head was violently smashed away by the force and fell to no one knows where.
Pieces of meat and brains were sprayed out in all directions in an instant. Without even humming, Beilu Zhuanda suddenly fell down and collapsed on the ground, unable to get up.
Before he lost consciousness, he seemed to see a huge figure, wearing similar clothes to himself, but it was strangely boxy, with a huge square head, and a huge iron in his hand.
hammer.
Is it a bear?
It doesn’t really look like it either!
After the blacksmith knocked down the Beilu Zhuanda, the big hammer in his hand was swinging and flying, and he hit it hard and continuously until the Beilu Zhuanda's head turned into a pile of minced meat.
At this time, the blacksmith just said "poof" and said with a somewhat proud smile: "Even if you are as cunning as a fox and as fierce as a wolf, you still have to drink our blacksmith's foot-washing water."
This almost one-sided sneak attack ended successfully in a short period of time without causing any major disturbances.
Li Changsheng's side relied on the strength of their numbers and came well prepared, with a large number of powerful crossbows and poisonous arrows. However, the Mongolian sentries and cavalry from the North were indeed unprepared, so the victory of the war was a matter of course.
In this battle, the Ming army suffered no casualties, and the sneak attack went very smoothly. Even Zhang Jintai used a poison crossbow to kill a Beibei cavalryman, and also killed a Beibei cavalryman in the follow-up fight.
After the battle, in this small forest, twelve corpses of Beibei cavalry were lying in random directions. Except for Beibei Zhuanda, who had been smashed to pieces by the blacksmith, the remaining corpses of Beibei were all
It is in a weird twisting state, which is the power of Xuanbei Army's poisonous arrows.
Looking at the corpses on the ground, Li Changsheng laughed softly and said: "On the way home, there was such a harvest, so good luck is on our side!"
The comrades beside him also laughed heartily. Naturally, everyone was happy that the sentry could easily achieve such a small victory on his way back.
Li Changsheng's smart eyes carefully scanned the surrounding area, and whispered: "It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. Cut off the heads of these northern captives, take the captured horses with them, and let's go.
Go to Dafu Fort to rest for one night, and you can return to the camp tomorrow to return to the general."
Under the cutting of short knives and chopping with short axes, the heads of those Tatars became the trophies of the Xuanbei army.
For Li Changsheng and others, these heads and the armor and weapons on the Beilu were not very attractive. However, the horses of the Beilu were good things and could make up for their losses during this outpost.
Every time we go out to scout, there will be casualties, and of course some horses will be lost. These twelve northern captives have more than 20 horses, so they must take them all back.
This area was still in danger and it was not advisable to stay for a long time. Everyone packed up hastily, put their heads, armor and weapons on their horses, and quickly evacuated this unsafe place.
At that moment, Li Changsheng led everyone to join Wan Guangjin and others who stayed behind, and then left the place quietly, as if the battle just now had never happened.
In the forest, only the cold corpses of the northern barbarians were left, lying quietly on this land that did not belong to them in the first place.
Li Changsheng still cautiously led his men and horses all the way to Dafu Fort. Along the way, he kept encountering scouts from the right sentry, indicating that no Tatar sentries had come to this area yet.
After crossing the river beach, everyone mounted their strong horses. When it was dawn, they had passed the area of the Temple of the Reclining Buddha.
Seeing that it was safe, the sentry was successful, and everyone in the group was filled with laughter.
Li Changsheng touched his mustache more habitually, turned around and said with a smile: "The brothers performed well this time. When I return to the camp and meet the general, I will definitely take credit from the brothers!"
Everyone who stayed overnight was all smiling, and they kept saying, "Thank you, Mr. Li."
"It's all thanks to Mr. Li's prowess that we succeeded in detecting the enemy, and also eliminated a group of spies from the north along the way!"
"When we return to the camp this time, the general will definitely reward us."
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The next day, before dawn, a group of cavalry ran out of the forest on the west side of Dafu Fort. There were about a hundred of them, running south at a brisk pace.
It was Zuo Qinghe, the right sentry officer of the Tiger Guard camp, who led his sentry cavalry in front to clear the way for Li Changsheng and others, keeping a distance of about two miles from the team behind them, so as to avoid being surrounded by the Tatars and cavalry and to avoid danger.
support each other.
Because Zuo Qinghe and the others were in front to clear the way, Li Changsheng's team was quite relaxed. However, they also released several groups of rangers to conduct vigilance and exploration on the way forward. After all, the rangers were elusive and there was no telling when they would come out.
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Suddenly, Li Changsheng, the general manager of the left department, frowned and saw smoke and dust billowing in front of him on the left. He quickly took out his telescope and rode his horse to take a look.
Suddenly, he said with a little annoyance: "It's the Tatars again, there are a lot of them this time!"
Wan Guangjin also took back the telescope and said with the same solemn expression: "I'm afraid there won't be less than fifty people."
"Fifty-seven Tatar soldiers!" Li Changsheng said with a very certain tone.
The Qing cavalry sentries galloping opposite had also discovered the situation on Li Changsheng's side. They all accelerated their horses and rushed towards this side with strange screams.
In a plain area like this, the field of vision is wide, and both parties can easily detect each other's presence.
Although Li Changsheng's expression was solemn, he did not appear to be very nervous. He raised the telescope in his hand again. As the captives approached, their costumes could be seen more clearly in the telescope.
It was seen that most of these captives were wearing double-breasted yellow cotton armor with copper nails. Their helmets and spears were erected high, and their red tassels were fluttering in the wind, making them very eye-catching.
They are the soldiers and horses of the Tatar Manchuria Zhenghuang Banner, and they are all extremely fierce and armored warriors.
In the smoke and dust, you can still see the black tassels floating on the helmets of several people, and there are square flags behind them, but they are Zhuanda, Bashiku, or Fende Boshiku and other junior officers in their Niulu.
Not only that, among these horsemen, there are actually more than a dozen people with shining armor, but it is the kind of bright armor with exposed armor plates. Moreover, their helmets have long-tailed red tassels, and there are slanted flames on their backs.
Carrying the flag is the Bajala warrior who is the most capable and daring warrior among the Zhenghuang Banner.
But what really caught Li Changsheng's attention were the guys on the opposite side of the cavalry, those guys with eagle-feathered otter tails on their helmet tubes and two-foot flying tiger and fox tail flags on their backs.
They were also dressed in bright armor, but their behavior was actually more powerful than those Bajala warriors.
Wan Guangjin reminded Li Changsheng in a deep voice: "Master Li, he is the sentinel of the Tatar forward camp."
Li Changsheng nodded silently. He knew that before he proclaimed himself emperor, the slave chief Huang Taiji had formed the Bagala Camp and the Gebushe Xianchaoha Camp, and gathered and used the capable Bagala soldiers from each group.
As for the soldiers of the Gebushe Xian Camp, they were selected from the Bajala Camp or selected from the training soldiers with outstanding skills. The total number of soldiers in the whole camp was less than 2,000.
Because the names of Baya La Camp and Gebusixian Camp were difficult to pronounce, Zhang Cheng unified them before entering the Liao Dynasty and called them the Guard Camp and the Forward Camp, and called the Aliha Chao Camp the Xiaoqi Camp.
These titles gradually became popular after the Xuanbei Army entered the Liao Dynasty, and even affected the titles used by other Ming armies to these Tartar thieves and horsemen.
The forward battalion Tatars in front of us now mainly assist the guard battalion in guarding the Shengjing Palace. They take turns to be on duty, and each has its own customization.
Whenever Huang Taiji, the leader of the captives, went out for patrols or battles, his retinue would accompany him and act as an outpost for Huang Taiji's commander.
However, in some large-scale wars, they, like the Tatars guarding the military camps, would go out to scout, and even participate in forcible attacks and breaches of formations.
Their combat power is indeed higher than that of the soldiers of the Tatar Guard Camp!
Looking at the front, the Tatars were rolling in, getting closer and closer. They were holding all kinds of weapons, shouting and arrogant.
Wan Guangjin looked at Li Changsheng and said in a deep voice: "Master Li, what should we do? Should we fight or leave?"
Everyone else looked at Li Changsheng in unison, waiting for his decision.
Team leader Liu Shouzhu had a sinister smile on his face, looking eager to try, and young player Zhang Jintai was also a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers. In addition, the sneak attack last night was so smooth, his eyes were full of expectations.
Li Changsheng's thoughts were racing. To be honest, in his heart he actually wanted to leave.
After all, they had obtained important information during this outing, and now he just wanted to hand the obtained information into the hands of the general Zhang Cheng as soon as possible, and did not want to create any more complications.
And as the horsemen ran closer, they could clearly see their number. Just like what Li Changsheng saw in the telescope, there were really as many as fifty-seven elite horsemen.
On this sentry trip, the team led by Li Changsheng had already killed five brothers, seven others were seriously injured, and there were some minor injuries. Now there were only less than a hundred people left with real combat effectiveness. He took a rough look around,
There are only about eighty people.
In terms of numbers, our side does have the advantage. With the two sides fighting hard, our chances of winning are not bad. What's more, not far ahead, there is a sentry cavalry who can return reinforcements at any time.
However, those coming from the opposite side were the elites of the Tatar cavalry. They were not comparable to ordinary Tatar thieves in vests. Even though they had the advantage in numbers, Li Changsheng still felt uncertain.
He turned his head and looked at the seriously injured brothers in the team. How could he give up on these brothers?
But if we take them on horseback and run away, running wildly down the mountain, and if the jolting and jolting injure their wounds, I am afraid that not many of them will be able to survive when they return to the military camp.
Although for safety reasons, half of the wounded were already escorted by the left and right posts of Qinghe in front, there were still many seriously injured brothers in his post.
Moreover, the horsemen on the opposite side also have one man and many horses. If they run away with their horses, their backs will be exposed to the enemy, which is equivalent to being slaughtered by others. It is really too dangerous.
At that time, the opponent can shoot arrows from a distance, or throw spinning knives, broadswords and other weapons when they are close. Their lives will no longer be in their control. I am afraid that not many people will survive by then, and they will still be very useless.
die.
At this moment, Li Changsheng made a decision.
He raised his head and laughed loudly, pointed at the Qing soldiers rushing towards him, and said loudly and disdainfully: "There are only a few dozen Tatars. How can I, the Xuanbei Army, be afraid of them?"
Brothers, pick up this guy and let me fuck him to death!"
"Fuck..."
Following Zhang Jintai's slightly immature roar, the Ye Bu Sheng people beside Li Changsheng also screamed strangely in unison.
They all waved all kinds of weapons in their hands. Wan Guangjin had now replaced his cavalry weapon with a long sword, and Liu Shouzhu hit his shield with his hammer. Everyone's morale was high.
They are the night warriors of the Xuanbei Army. They are lions who have experienced hundreds of battles. There is no reason to be afraid of those hateful Tatar soldiers.
Li Changsheng quickly ordered two light cavalrymen to bring three horses each to catch up with Zuo Qinghe's team in front. If it was safe there, he would ask him to lead a team of people back for reinforcements.
Then he ordered everyone: "Bong, blacksmith, lock, you and a few others stay here and protect the injured brothers for us. The rest of the people, follow me!"
"Everyone changes their horses, checks their muskets, checks their crossbows, and prepares to fight!"
Everyone immediately took action, changing to their own horses, and gathering the tired horses together, and made a simple protection circle outside with harnesses and captured Tatar weapons.
According to Li Changsheng's arrangement, Yanqiang and other five capable Ye Bu Sheng stayed. They formed an inner circle with the remaining horses to protect the injured Ye Bu Sheng brothers and the bodies of those who died in battle.
The remaining eighty-three people followed him to fight against the Tatars. Zhang Jintai also mixed with the fighting team with an excited look on his face, but Li Changsheng didn't care about it now.
Almost every one of them pulled out the short-handed gun from the pommel holster and carefully inspected it to see the condition of the flint, the condition of the lead, and whether the gunpowder would leak out.
In close combat, the Xuanbei Army's short-handed muskets are extremely sharp battlefield weapons.
Due to its excellent workmanship and the blessing of fine-grained black gunpowder, Xuanbei Army's short-handed blunderbuss can easily break through multiple layers of heavy armor at a distance of twenty steps.
This time is different from the battle in the forest last night. This is not the kind of assassination attack. We need to hide our tracks to avoid attracting more enemies. The Xuanbei Army will not surrender at night. Naturally, they will not give up their own interests and have to use crossbows.
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Moreover, because the Xuanbei Army's short-handed gun adopts a flintlock structure, it is very convenient to fire. In this kind of face-to-face fighting, you can take out the fire at any time. It is indeed a weapon for close combat.
Each of these Yebushou soldiers from the Huwei Camp of the Xuanbei Army who were sent out had three or four muskets, which were more equipped than the rangers and heavy cavalry in the cavalry camp.
Moreover, Xuanbei Army's paper tubes were fixedly filled with explosives, and the diameter of the paper tubes was slightly larger. Although it took more effort to stuff the paper tube with the projectiles into the blunderbuss tube, it also made the projectiles and gunpowder tightly stuffed into the blunderbuss tube.
, it will not be leaked due to the downward movement of the muzzle or the jolting of the horse.
Each of them was proficient in using flint-haired short-handed muskets. In just a moment, they checked each one and inserted their short-handed muskets back into their holsters.
Some people also found something was wrong, took out the purge bar, and tightened the ammunition inside again.
Soon everyone was ready, holding a blunderbuss in one hand and their own handy weapon in the other, with a fierce look in their eyes.