Dong'a County has changed its address many times in history. In the eighth year of Hongwu in the early Ming Dynasty, it was moved to its current location to avoid flooding in the Yellow River.
At first there was only an earthen city, but after many additions, the city has grown to a considerable scale, with 130 steps on the four sides of the city, 2 feet high and 5 feet thick, and 1,253 crenellations.
, the moat is one foot wide and five feet deep.
On the post road two miles north of Dong'a, a group of people and horses were marching slowly, coming south along the post road. In front were ten cavalry, and behind the cavalry were more than fifty common people on foot. They were wearing various clothes. Only a few
The man was wearing a hat, and at the end were several other cavalrymen. Half of these cavalrymen were wearing fur coats. They looked like a small group of Qing troops who had robbed the population.
Yang Guangdi, who was in the walking queue, was walking beside a rickshaw frame. The man pushing the cart was the ranger with the javelin. There was a red quilt on the cart frame. The weapons of several people nearby were under the quilt, including Yang.
Guangdi's waist knife and Lumi gun, he only has a small knife on his body now. There are also several pieces of Songjiang cloth placed on the quilt, which looks like it was just snatched. These pieces of cloth suppress the quilt to prevent it from sliding and exposing the weapons.
Mr. Qi was walking on the other side of the carriage, which made Yang Guangdi feel more at ease. Yang Guangdi raised his head and glanced at the cavalry in front, and saw Mandal's back in the gap. He was the first in the queue.
There was a leather jacket on the cotton armor, which was ripped off from the captured Tatar. The pigtails on his head swayed from side to side as he walked. Qin Jiuze followed behind him, wearing a six-petal hat on his head.
He is wearing a helmet, and his hairstyle cannot be seen.
On the way from Nanjingpu, I encountered two scattered Jian slaves. They were confused by Mandar and killed them. They also eliminated the ambushes five miles away. According to the intelligence, only the ambushes two miles away from the martial arts field were left.
At this time, they were approaching Dong'a County. Different from the ambush in the morning, Yang Guangdi was a little panicked. The seventy people here were basically all rangers. According to Chen Rulie's arrangement, these seventy people disguised themselves as Qing troops and approached the martial arts camp.
In order to avoid alerting the Qing army, three regular cavalry stations were stationed three miles away. The cavalry left the post road and walked in the fields with their horses to avoid being discovered by the listening Tatars. They only came up the post road when they heard the sound of cannons.
Before the cavalry arrives, seventy people here must guard the camp gate, and there are a total of 370 Tatars in the camp, including more than 80 Zhenyi from the three Zhenghongqi Niulu, and the rest are Naiman, Ao
The Han Mongols and the Han army were divided into five groups and about a hundred people came out of the camp in the morning, but there were still far more than seventy.
There was a cooing sound from behind the walking queue. Yang Guangdi looked back at the three carriages. The one in the middle was a copper cannon installed as a carriage. There were several shabby clothes and quilts piled on it. There was no cannon in sight at all.
The tube actually has a shotgun filled inside, only the primer has not been loaded.
The sound of artillery is a signal to Mr. Chen Qian. It can be said to be the lifeblood of this commando team. If the artillery fails to fire, everyone may lose their lives in the Tatar camp. The four artillerymen are walking next to the artillery truck. Yang Guang
I recognized Commander Zeng, and the artillery crew was the one that was under the stage that day. They were cavalry artillery units directly under the Qian Headquarters. The difference from ordinary artillery units was that all the gunners rode horses, and their maneuvering speed was much faster than ordinary artillery units.
This time only one gun was sent. Chen Rulie was the one who arranged the other gun crews. This
Zeng Baang insisted on doing it himself. Since Wu Commander Xu was away, the artillery was almost Yang Guangdi's biggest support. Although the rangers were also elite, Yang Guangdi was too familiar with them and always felt that they were not as reliable as the artillery.
"Young knight, if the match goes out, lend me yours."
Yang Guangdi looked back and saw that it was Mr. Zeng who was talking to him. He quickly responded. Mr. Zeng blew on the match rope in his right hand. Yang Guangdi also lowered his head and blew on it. The head of the match lit up, and then he
Get dim.
Yang Guangdi loosened the match rope wrapped around his right arm and took a deep breath. Suddenly there was a pop in front of him. Yang Guangdi reflexively stopped inhaling and quickly moved to the right. The horse dung plopped down.
On the stone slab, Yang Guangdi usually rode a horse, and usually infantry enjoyed this kind of treatment. The people behind him, General Zeng, were also dodging.
This did not ease Yang Guangdi's mood. When he looked up from the outside of the queue, the Dong'a martial arts field was clearly visible. Yang Guangdi looked outside. When his eyes moved forward, the chimney of a thatched cottage on the roadside actually came out.
cigarette.
At this time, Mandarer made a gesture, and Mr. Qi whispered, "Ambushers, keep your heads down and walk."
Yang Guangdi quickly lowered his head and subconsciously moved closer to the queue, reducing his exposed figure, as if this would prevent others from noticing him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw two figures walking out of the thatched hut in front of him, one of whom was holding a line gun.
The other person had an arrow hanging on his waist, but he didn't seem to be on guard.
Yang Guangdi was very surprised by such ambushes. According to the Anqing camp's ambushing requirements, he was not allowed to stay in the house because his vision and hearing were limited, so he could not fire arrows quickly, and it was easy for the enemy to block him in the house.
, the Anqing camp also had detailed requirements for camouflage when ambushing the road, not to mention setting fire, and the actions of these two Qing troops were not like ambushing troops at all, but more like distant sentinels.
The team quickly approached the thatched hut, and Yang Guangdi's heartbeat increased. He heard Mandal yelling loudly, and followed the people outside the hut and replied. Yang Guangdi couldn't understand it at all, but he just paid attention to the red quilt on the frame.
So that you can take the weapons covered underneath at any time.
Mandar and Qin Jiuze left the post road and continued talking in front of the thatched hut, while the queue continued to move forward. Yang Guangdi passed by the door and from the corner of his eye, he saw Mandar and Qin Jiuze dismounting and joining the two Qing soldiers.
Talking.
The few remaining cavalrymen in front also turned down the post road, blocking the view ahead. One Qing soldier raised his voice and asked Mandarer, while reaching out to point ahead, while another Qing soldier stared at the walking man.
The queue just showed doubtful expressions. Mandar and Qin Jiuze pulled out their daggers almost at the same time and stabbed the two ambushing soldiers at the same time. There was a low shout behind them, and several strong rangers opened their shabby outer robes and charged with daggers in hand.
Entered the house.
Yang Guangdi quickly opened the quilt, took out his Lumi gun, blew out the match rope and clamped it on the faucet. The rider pushing the cart also grabbed the javelin.
There were low screams inside and outside the thatched house, and Mr. Qi's voice said, "Pay attention to see if there are any others around."
The rangers in the walking queue held their breaths, and even the artillerymen were concentrating. The information given by the prisoners was somewhat inaccurate. It was only 1,000 meters away from the martial arts field.
Yang Guangdi held his gun and scanned everything around him. On the roadside south of the thatched cottage, there were several dead bodies. The black and white fields were empty, except for groups of crows flying by.
Turning his eyes back to the front of the thatched hut, two Qing soldiers had fallen to the ground covered in blood. The hat of the man Qin Jiuze killed fell off, revealing a head full of pigtails. Qin Jiuze and Mandal each made a few cuts and dragged the body into the thatched hut.
, then turned around and got on the horse, and then several strong rangers in the room also came out, wiping the blood on their faces as they walked.
This is the last outpost, with the martial arts field in front of them. So far, the plan is going smoothly. Their only remaining task is to control the north gate of the martial arts field and fire cannons to notify the regular cavalry in the rear.
Commander Qi raised the telescope in his hand and glanced north. The regular cavalry led by Chen Rulie were far away and could not even be seen through the telescope.
He then turned the telescope to the direction of Dong'a, and the martial arts field more than a mile away was clearly visible. The north gate was open, and some Qing troops were walking around the door.
The voice of the artilleryman behind him sounded, "Send the message forward and keep moving forward."
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Outside Qingxi Gate in the north of Dong'a City, there is a spacious martial arts arena. This martial arts arena was built in the 11th year of Hongzhi. Since there was no garrison here, it was abandoned for many years. It was renovated during the Wanli period and is still in use.
The martial arts field has two gates, the north and the south. Because it occupies a vast area outside the city, it is very suitable for temporary military garrisoning. When the Anqing Battalion went north from Xuzhou, it stationed in Dong'a for one day. The camp was located in the martial arts field. Anqing Camp was no stranger to this place.
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At this time, there were many carriages outside the martial arts arena, with all kinds of looted materials piled on them. There were many people among the carriages, some were feeding animals, some were lying on the ground, and some were quarreling. I heard someone on the post road.
At the sound of movement, these people turned their heads one after another, looking at the passing queue with dull eyes. There were several Qing troops scattered among the chaotic carriages, and none of them paid attention to the returning team.
The queue came along the post road, passed through the carriages and crowds on both sides, and headed towards the north gate.
Yang Guangdi's face turned red, and he felt that every glance from both sides was particularly dazzling, as if he had seen through him. Mandal's horseback riding figure was still at the front, marching struttingly on the post road, her pigtails still on
As the mounts sway, the north gate of the martial arts arena disappears and appears in the gap between the cavalry.
The human-powered wheels next to them rubbed in the ruts, making a gurgling sound. The ranger pushing the cart was breathing heavily. The queue continued to pass through the carriages on the roadside, and there were only twenty or thirty steps left from the north gate.
Yang Guangdi turned his head and looked outside, and suddenly a Qing soldier appeared in his field of vision. He was walking from the carriage to the post road, his eyes always staring in Yang Guangdi's direction.
Yang Guangdi's heartbeat suddenly accelerated
, paying attention to the figure of the Qing soldier from the corner of his eye, it seemed that he was still approaching, but his position was a little further back, and there was a vehicle frame blocking him, so he would not catch up with him before reaching the camp gate.
Paying attention to the red quilt, Yang Guangdi suddenly remembered the match rope. He covered it with his sleeve and raised it to his mouth and blew lightly. He saw a light in his field of vision, indicating that the match rope was not extinguished. Yang Guangdi immediately put down the match rope.
At this moment, the queue in front suddenly stopped, and Yang Guangdi quickly stopped. He didn't know what was happening in front of him, his heart was beating violently, and his eyes didn't dare to look around.
General Qi's voice whispered, "The camp gate is blocked, wait."
Yang Guangdi raised his eyes and saw that Mandar was still sitting firmly on the horse, showing no sign of panic. Qin Jiuze buried his head and put his hands in front of the saddle.
Yang Guangdi tilted his head slightly and whispered, "A Tatar is coming."
Mr. Qi's voice said, "Don't look at him, keep your head down."
The surrounding rangers lowered their heads. The ranger pushing the cart put down the human cart and supported the frame on the ground. Yang Guangdi's hands were trembling a little. Looking through the gap between the knights in front, he saw the north gate of the martial arts field.
Several carriages stopped at that time, coming out of the martial arts arena. Several Mongolian men in fur coats stopped in front of the carriages and made a noise. Yang Guang could not understand the first word, and there was an argument for some reason.
The attack cannot be launched yet because the camp gate is blocked by the carriage frame and the rangers cannot pass quickly.
As soon as the team stopped, people on the roadside were looking around. Suddenly, the civilians were pushed away, revealing the Qing soldier behind, who walked directly towards Yang Guangdi.
The ranger pushing the cart took a step toward the side of the frame. His right hand was at the end of the quilt, where the barrel of the javelin was.
Yang Guangdi buried his head and put his hands in his arms. He could already see the Qing army from the corner of his eye. The Tatar was not wearing a helmet. He had a rabbit skin hat on his head and ear protection on both sides. He looked very warm, but
I can't tell the difference between his hair style and whether he is a real barbarian or a deceitful person.
He walked from the outside of the post road, approached step by step, and finally stepped onto the road. He happened to stop next to Yang Guangdi. He first turned his head to look at Mr. Qi, and then turned his gaze to Yang Guangdi, who had his head buried.
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At the camp gate in front, more Qing troops came out of the gate. Some of them kept looking at the queue. Several Mongols were still arguing, and the noise passed through the queue and reached their ears.
The breathing of the Qing army in front of him could be heard clearly, and the white air spewed out was right in front of his eyes. Yang Guangdi stared at the ground with a red face, and tightened the handle of the knife in his arms, his palms full of sweat.
The Qing army pushed Yang Guangdi hard. Yang Guangdi's whole body tensed up and he almost immediately drew his knife to kill him. However, the Qing army walked over from the position he had given way to. Yang Guangdi quickly stopped. The Qing army came.
He walked to the middle frame and stretched his hand towards the red quilt covering the weapon.
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Note 1: Volume 5 of Daoguang Dong'e County Chronicles: "The martial arts arena is outside Beiguo. It was built by Qin*, the county magistrate, in the eleventh year of Hongzhi in the Ming Dynasty, and Baidong, the magistrate of Wanli, was rebuilt in the third year of Wanli."