The fire at noon was scorching the earth. Zheng Zunqian rode into the city. He entered through the south gate.
The urn city is still intact. After entering through the gate on one side of the urn city, the small moon city is still clean and there is no trace of war. The urn city gate and the city gate are not in line. This is the crooked gate and ramp, which is good for defense.
In normal offensive and defensive battles, the city gate is the focus of the battle. In order to protect the city gate, an urn city is built. The urn city often only builds a side gate, and the urn city is small. After the siege team seizes the urn city gate and enters, the defenders on the main gate wall will
, and the surrounding defenders on the Wengcheng, they can condescendingly kill the enemies who enter. This is the Wengcheng catching turtles.
Luck Dehun guarded Yingzhou for two years and also focused on strengthening the Wengcheng. However, who would have expected that the Ming army would not take the ordinary path at all and directly blasted the city wall to gain entry, leaving the Wengcheng clean without a drop of blood.
At this time, there were Ming army guards standing on the Wengcheng, and the sun and moon flag of the Ming Dynasty had been raised on the south city gate.
The city gates opened one after another.
When entering the city, the smell of blood hit our face. The main street in the south city was full of broken limbs and fallen corpses. Most of them were Tatars, including the Eight Banners soldiers, their remnants, family members and coated servants.
Flies were buzzing around, and there was even a stench in the air under the high temperature.
The auxiliary soldiers have also entered the city and began to clean the battlefield. Some people peeled off the braids and scalps of the Tatars and took them away. Some were responsible for cutting off the heads and putting them in baskets. Others stripped the armor and clothes from the Tatar corpses, and finally left
The next white body was carried into the car and taken away.
The stretcher team was nervously and busy searching for injured soldiers of the Ming Army on the battlefield. As long as they were still breathing, they would be immediately carried to the field hospital for first aid.
Those who died in battle were also transported away by a special collection team. The weather was hot. The bodies of these fallen soldiers would be wiped, their identities confirmed, their clothes changed, and they would be cremated directly outside the city.
Zheng Zunqian moved forward slowly. The soldiers along the way saluted the coach one after another, and he nodded in response.
Most of the houses and shops on both sides of the street are dilapidated, and some are even burning.
This is a dead city.
This is a massacre.
After two years of siege, the Tatars had already run out of ammunition and food. They tried to break out of the siege, and some Qing troops tried to rescue them, but they were all repelled.
They were trapped here for two years. They ran out of food. They ate cattle and horses. After eating all the livestock, they started to eat people. They started eating the old and weak, and finally ate all the people. In the end, they even ate the training of the Han Army and the Green Camp.
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If the Ming army had continued to besiege for another year, they would probably have eaten all the Han slaves except the Jurchens, as well as the Han army's flag soldiers.
After two years of siege, they could not replenish their guns, let alone ammunition, they were seriously short of arrows, and they had no horses.
Rather than saying it was a tenacious street fight, it was better to say that they committed suicide here in despair.
"Many of these Tatars were elites who participated in the Battle of Ningyuan, the Battle of Songjin, even the Battle of Shanguanhai, and even the Battle of Tongguan and the Battle of Yangzhou after entering the pass, but now they are just a group of elites.
It's just a pile of broken and broken meat."
"So, there is no need to glorify the Tatars too much. They are also human beings, even just a group of barbarians. As long as I, the Ming warriors, can be paid and trained enough, I will still be able to defeat them."
"Well, the Tatars originally just imitated our Liaodong Frontier Army of the Ming Dynasty. They can barely be regarded as the Liaodong Frontier Army of the Ming Dynasty when it was strong in the early years. It's not that they can fight in these years, but the court system has been broken in these years, and the soldiers cannot be obtained.
After receiving the guarantee, there were also problems with the command, which made it seem like they were quite capable."
Several generals commented with disdain on the piles of minced meat on the ground.
In the early years, these generals of the original Yixing Army were mostly scholars from eastern Zhejiang, mostly scholars, who established Yishes. Some of them had also participated in the White-headed Army in Xudu. These people were young and dissatisfied with the world and the imperial court, but they
They also cherished the commonwealth of the world, and when faced with the injustice of the imperial court, they also rose up, wrapped in white turbans, and revolted against the imperial court. However, faced with the alien Tartars invading the Central Plains, they rose up again, responded to Lu Jianguo's call, and held high righteousness
Raise the flag to fight against the captives.
A few years ago, they were just a group of angry young men, but now, they are all generals, deputy generals, and generals. They are all experienced in battle and have rich experiences, and even their perceptions are different.
These young generals had no sympathy in their eyes when they looked at the Tatars who resisted and were defeated and died.
Not even much excitement.
This victory was already expected by everyone.
"Will Wu Sangui really send troops to Nanyang?"
"If he dares to come, it would be better. We have cleaned up Yingzhou and just happened to go to Nanyang to meet him. To be honest, the battle of Yingzhou should have ended long ago. It has been delayed for two years and everyone is very bored."
"Everyone says that Wu Sangui is great. Back then, he had tens of thousands of Guan Ning elites, but he surrendered to the Manchu Tatars. Now he is still stubborn and continues to be a dog for the Tatars. This kind of dog traitor deserves to die."
"You should line up and shoot!"
"An artillery attack is better!"
For the once famous Wu Sangui and his Guan Ning army, these generals who were born as scholars in eastern Zhejiang, had no fear, and even their words were full of disdain.
Respect requires strength.
We have beaten the Manchu Tatars into piles of minced meat, so how can we be afraid of the two Tatars?
Liu Mu and Zhu Zhongyi came to greet Zheng Zunqian.
"What are the casualties?"
"There are not many casualties."
The fighting in the streets was brutal, but it was an asymmetrical battle, so it was just a one-sided massacre, even though it was a man-eating Tartar army, which could be called a demon army.
But these red-eyed Tatars, even if they were determined to die and wanted to kill more backers, it was all in vain in the face of the sharp artillery and volleys.
There are many large pieces of flesh and blood in the streets and alleys. When they tried to resist and charge the Ming army, they were blasted to pieces by artillery shells. Those who were lucky enough to escape were also shot by firecrackers.
The vast majority of them once traveled outside the customs, and even traveled across the Central Plains after entering the customs. But after two years of starvation here, facing this brand-new imperial camp Ming army, they could not even hope to exchange for one.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! This kind of war is unfair to them. They lack firearms, bows and arrows, and they haven’t even had a normal meal for too long. They even ran out of salt.
The only way is to scrape off the damp and weathered wall mud from the foot of the courtyard wall, put it into a tank, add water to soak it and refine it, boil it and dry it in the sun to become nitrate.
This kind of nitrate is also very rare, and a lot of it is scraped off the toilet walls, but who cares about this.
In the past two years, they have also tried growing grain and vegetables in the city, but their income has been limited.
"We have captured more than 10,000 people, what should we do with them?"
Zheng Zunqian frowned, "Why are there so many prisoners?"
"Most of them are old, weak, women and children from the Tatars. They kneel down and beg to surrender. They have no weapons, so we can't kill them."
Zheng Zunqian was dissatisfied, "Are Tatar women and children not Tatars? And those coats, since they have allowed the Tatars to remain until now, it means they are all stubborn Tatar traitors, and they are as hateful as the Tatars."
"But they surrendered after all."
"Surrender, do they want to surrender now?"
"They went from outside the pass to inside the pass and massacred so many of our fellow citizens. Will they survive for those people who were massacred by them?"
"Kill them all to save food waste."
Zhu Zhongyi took a step forward and said, "Captain, if you kill during the battle, you will kill. But now the battle is over, and there are so many people. If we kill them all, the censors will definitely impeach them. Let's take Ying."
The state has made a great contribution, but we can't end up being blamed because of these Tatars. It's not worth it."
"We all hate the Tatars, and these Tatar women and children are not innocent, but we are also warriors and generals of the court. Now that the battle is over, these are not ours to deal with.
I believe that Your Majesty will not take advantage of these Tatars. Why not first imprison them in a prisoner-of-war camp and wait for the fate of the saint?"
Wang Zhiren killed 20,000 people when he conquered Yanzhou. He was impeached by many people afterwards and almost caused turmoil in the court.
"This kind of dirty work should be done by us warriors, so why should we leave it to His Majesty?" Zheng Zunqian said.
Zhu Zhongyi still persuaded him, "It would be a waste to kill him. There is still some use in keeping some. Whether it is sent to the mines as slaves to mine, or exiled to Taiwan to cultivate wasteland and grow sugar cane as slaves, there is still some value, even if it is sold directly as slaves.
Slaves, can't they be sold for some money and used as military expenses?"
Killing is dirty and wasteful.
"You are just afraid of getting your hands dirty and being impeached by civilian officials!" Zheng Zunqian sighed.
"In this case, then we will all be taken to the prison camp and detained. But one thing is that we can't be too good to them. They only have one porridge every day and they have to work. Even if they are injured or sick, we are not allowed to waste medicine on them. If they die,
It is to end their sinful life as soon as possible. Who asked them to come here? Did we invite them to come?"
Zheng Zunqian specifically looked at Luck Dehun's head, and also searched for his armor, weapons, and seals.
"Send someone to deliver the horse to His Majesty the Emperor."
Chen Qianfu and others also braved the scorching sun to inspect the city. Seeing the tragic post-war scene, many civil servants turned pale. After all, it was rare to see stumps and broken arms everywhere.
And Zheng Zunqian showed them the already interesting head of Luck Dehun, which also made them disgusted. Looking at the ferocious head, it was difficult to connect it with the noble status of the auxiliary king, not to mention that he not only
He is a prince, and his grandfather is also the regent Daishan.
But now, it's just a few pounds of rotting flesh.
When Chen Qianfu heard that many Tatars had been captured, he was worried that Zheng Zunqian would kill the prisoners. He was relieved when he heard that he would lock them all up and listen to the emperor's remarks.
Killing prisoners after the war is not a matter of good or bad luck, but it is very bad to kill them indiscriminately.
If an army kills prisoners like this, it will inevitably become violent in the future and will be difficult to restrain.
"If Governor Zheng is at ease, why not hand over these prisoners to us to keep and guard them?" Chen Qianfu suggested.
"The fighting here is over. After cleaning the battlefield, we have to rush to Nanyang. Wu Sangui, Nikan and others may rush to Nanyang at any time." There is nearly 800 miles from Yingzhou to Nanyang, although the road is flat and good.
Let’s go, but it’s not easy to march in the hot summer now.
What's more, if you have to carry artillery, you can only march sixty miles in one day. From Yingzhou to Nanyang, it takes half a month.
"Today we will clean the battlefield, check the heads, and register military merits. We will have a day off tomorrow. The whole army will set off for Nanyang the day after tomorrow. We will arrive in Nanyang within ten days and prepare for battle. The aftermath here will be left to Governor Chen."
"No problem. I'll take care of the aftermath, so I'll come to Nanyang to help manage the money and food."
Nanyang Prefecture belongs to the newly designated Henan West Road. In the Battle of Nanyang, Chen Qianfu, the governor of Huanghuai and the governor of Henan, naturally had to go.
The Battle of Yingzhou was easy, but the Battle of Nanyang was by no means easy.
But this battle must be fought. Zheng Zunqian and his three towns are not all the troops for the Battle of Nanyang. The emperor is also coming to Luoyang now, and the imperial camps from several towns will come.
In addition, Zhu Shengli and others from Huguang and Jiangxi will also lead troops to participate in this battle.
Zheng Zunqian planned to go to Nanyang early to prevent Wu Sangui's reinforcements from entering Nanyang City.