【1836】Ningyuan offensive and defensive battle (10)
Morale, an invisible and intangible thing, although it sounds a bit nihilistic, it can be easily detected on the battlefield. When Yuan Chonghuan saw that the Jurchen army's forward infantry did not dare to climb the ladder, he immediately ordered the soldiers to continue their efforts and attack the Jurchen army in one go.
Fight all the troops.
Nurhachi was also anxious and no longer wanted to sit and command. He pulled out the saber from his waist, stepped forward in two strides, reined in the reins, mounted his horse, and ran forward.
Several adjutants around Nurhaci were startled and quickly followed on their horses.
When Huang Taiji saw his father Khan coming forward to supervise the battle in person, he did not dare to neglect, and led a group of forward infantry to charge towards Ningyuan City Gate with all their might.
But... after breaking the city gate, I thought I could get in, but to my surprise, there were still stones and mounds of earth. What was even more annoying was that on this cold day, Yuan Chonghuan actually poured water again, letting the earth fall.
freeze.
Nurhachi dragged his chin, and under the protection of a group of lieutenants, approached the battlefield ahead.
Calling Huang Taiji, Nurha Chidao said: "The cannons of the Ming army are really difficult to deal with. If we continue to use the ladder, we will be killed. Old Ba, send the order and find a way to dig a hole for me in front of the city."
, dig through the city wall."
There was no other way to dig the city wall. Nurhachi finally figured out that the Ming army's cannon had a distance. So if the Jurchen army ran to the front of the city and dug under the city wall, the cannon would probably not be able to hit it.
Huang Taiji passed down Nurhachi's order, and the Jurchen army immediately adjusted their tactics. Groups of Jurchen soldiers who were not afraid of death rushed towards the city wall one after another. Although some people were constantly being killed by stones and arrows thrown by the Ming army on the city wall.
They were shot to death, but the Jurchen army was too numerous to defeat them all.
The Jurchen army didn't just charge forward with their shirts off stupidly. Since they could rush under the city wall, they naturally had to do as much defense as they could above their heads.
After giving an order, the Jurchen army raised a large shield and blocked it above their heads. In this way, the stones dropped by the Ming army and the arrows shot down were basically useless to the Jurchen army.
...
Yuan Chonghuan has seen all this, but...the other side has more than 60,000 people, and our side only has 10,000 people. Including those who were killed and maimed in front, our side has already suffered losses.
There are a thousand people.
There was originally a huge disparity in numbers, but now that the Jurchen army began to dig at the city wall, Yuan Chonghuan really had no choice.
In the blink of an eye, the Jurchen army dug two large holes in the city wall, which were two feet wide.
Yuan Chonghuan was also in a hurry and did not bother to sit in the middle of the city and command. He subconsciously touched his waist and realized that his sword had been given to Ma Xiaoquan.
Gritting his teeth, Yuan Chonghuan asked his men for a machete, took it in his hand, and said bitterly: "Brothers, follow me to defend the city wall."
"Wait a minute~" A deep male voice called Yuan Chonghuan. Yuan Chonghuan turned his head and saw Ma Xiaoquan, whose body was already stained red with blood.
At this time, Ma Xiaoquan's face was streaked with blood, and his whole body was covered in scarlet red. If Yuan Chonghuan hadn't been familiar with Ma Xiaoquan's voice and body shape, he might have been killed by the Ming army as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Brother Ma?"
Ma Xiaoquan stepped forward and said: "Brother Yuan, you are the commander-in-chief. If you are not on the city, the morale of our army will definitely be shaken. I will lead the people to resist the big hole under the city wall."
"Brother Ma, you...can you continue to fight?"
Ma Xiaoquan smiled bitterly and said, "It doesn't matter."
Yuan Chonghuan shook his head: "How can that be done? It's possible..."
"Brother Yuan, listen to me, we have too few people, you can't leave~"
Ma Xiaoquan is right. As the supreme commander of Ningyuan City, if Yuan Chonghuan suddenly disappears, everyone in the city will notice. This will bring a fatal blow to the morale of the soldiers in Ningyuan City, so... Yuan Chonghuan
He couldn't leave, or in other words, even if he died, he would die in the middle of the city.
Yuan Chonghuan also understood his own importance. He nodded and did not insist anymore. He patted Ma Xiaoquan on the shoulder and said: "Brother Ma, is the knife I gave you already cracked?"
"Hmm~"
"Haha, it doesn't matter, a knife is just like a person, it is valuable only in the place where it is most worthy of death!"
Ma Xiaoquan nodded and led several Ming troops away.
In the city, people continued to pour into the large hole dug out by the Jurchen army. Ma Xiaoquan led more than ten people to defend the hole in front of them.
Although the number of the Ming army was small, no one flinched when faced with the incoming Jurchen army.
With a "poof" sound, Ma Xiaoquan was stabbed in the shoulder by a spear. The excruciating pain almost made Ma Xiaoquan faint.
"I'm going to fuck your grandma~~" Ma Xiaoquan kicked the Jurchen soldier who stabbed him to the ground and wiped the opponent's neck with a knife.
With a "stab" sound, the steel knife cut through the man's neck artery, and a stream of blood spurted out like a water column.
Ma Xiaoquan lowered his head, cut off the Jurchen soldier's wrist with a knife, then pulled out the spear stuck on his shoulder, tore off a piece of cloth, wrapped it around a few times irregularly, and continued fighting.
Outside the big cave, Huang Taiji saw Ma Xiaoquan. He gritted his teeth and followed the Jurchen soldiers in.
As soon as Ma Xiaoquan wrapped his shoulders, he saw Huang Taiji slashing at him with a machete.
He hurriedly raised his knife to block it, and heard a "dang" sound as the two knives collided together.
"Huang Taiji~"
"Ma Xiaoquan!"
After the two called each other's names, they started fighting again.
Compared to Ma Xiaoquan, who was injured and tired, Huang Taiji was much better. Even so, he didn't gain any advantage in Ma Xiaoquan's hands.
He thought he could defeat Ma Xiaoquan completely, but when faced with the opponent's desperate fighting style, Huang Taiji became afraid.
On the battlefield, as long as there is a little fear, you will be defeated, and Huang Taiji is no exception.
Ma Xiaoquan struck and took a step forward, Huang Taiji blocked and took a step back. When it seemed that there was almost no way to retreat, Huang Taiji became completely timid.
"Ma Xiaoquan, you surrender, or we can spare your lives, especially your Ma family!"
Ma Xiaoquan laughed: "Huang Taiji, you are too naive. You have invaded our Ming Dynasty and you want us to surrender. It's a joke. Take it!"
Ma Xiaoquan had no intention of killing Huang Taiji, or in other words, in his current state, it was impossible to kill Huang Taiji. If Huang Taiji hadn't been scared and kept retreating, and if he was also fighting with his life, Ma Xiaoquan should have told him that he was there.
Here it is.
When Huang Taiji saw that persuading him to surrender before the battle was ineffective, he simply gave up. He gritted his teeth, drilled out of the hole, and stood outside the hole shouting in a clan language that Ma Xiaoquan could not understand.