Chapter 1408 Jia Heng: I don’t want casualty numbers, I just want Ningyuan
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Ningyuan City
It was late in the evening, the sky was dark, and the dark clouds were rolling in, as if a storm was brewing.
Just like this, after more than ten days of siege, there were already piles of corpses stacked up and down under Ningyuan City, showing blood and blood, and the trenches of the moat were also stained with blood.
Just like that, in the midst of bursts of stench that makes people cover their noses.
At this moment, potholes can be seen on the city wall, and a corner of the city gate tower has collapsed. Flags with burnt holes are rustling in the wind.
On the top of the city, Jierhalang, accompanied by his nephew Ai Duli, inspected the entire city. When he saw the collapsed areas, he frequently ordered Ma Bian beside him to have people repair it.
But at this juncture of a war, tinkering obviously has no effect.
"Uncle, the flag soldiers have suffered a lot of casualties these days." Aldoli said.
Jierhalang also had a solemn look on his face, and said: "The firepower of the Han army is too fierce, and the Hongyi cannon is particularly difficult to deal with."
This happened several times, but the Manchu soldiers and horses could not resist it at all, and they almost broke through the city. However, Jierhalang and Eduli personally led the soldiers and horses to the city.
Ai Duli nodded, his voice slightly lowered, and said: "We in the Qing Dynasty also have Red Yi cannons, but they don't seem to be comparable to the Han people's Red Yi cannons."
Jierhalang's resolute face seemed to be full of indignation, and he said: "The Han Dynasty is good at these strange skills. We are late scholars, so naturally we can't compare with them."
Ai Duli said: "Your Majesty, this is how it goes on."
Jierhalang said: "We can only resist with all our might and serve the country with our own lives."
Before leaving, Jilhalang had issued a military order to Dorgon, that is, the city must be defended.
At this moment, I heard the "rumbling" of thunder, and saw dark clouds surging above the sky, a crackling sound, thunder and lightning, and wind and rain.
In an instant, there was heavy rain falling.
Jierhalang raised his eyes to look at the sky, and his tone was much lighter, and he whispered: "It's going to rain today."
"Uncle, as long as the rain drops a little, the Han army's cannons and guns will be useless." Aldoli also said excitedly.
The guard quickly handed over an umbrella to Prince Zheng Jierhalang to shield his head from the wind and rain.
Jierhalang pushed aside the umbrella and said with a hearty smile: "It's raining well. Our army just needs a few days' rest."
In the past few days, it can be said that Ningyuan City has been almost flattened. The Manchu Eight Banners in Ningyuan City have also entered a state of high mental stress.
And while Jierhalang was ecstatic about the heavy rain, Jia Heng, who was in the Chinese army's tent at the moment, was in an inexplicable state of "the baby is unhappy".
Jia Heng's face paused slightly at this moment. He stood in front of a white military tent and stared at the sky. Chen Xiao beside him held up an oil-paper umbrella. At this moment, the rain on the umbrella was covered with thousands of threads, hanging like a curtain.
Jia Heng looked into the distance, with a hint of thoughtfulness in his eyes, and said: "The rain is not good, and it has given the Jurchen soldiers and horses in Ningyuan City a chance to breathe."
Chen Xiaoqing's eyes flashed coldly and said: "But it may not be a good thing. A string that was tightened suddenly loosened. It will not be easy to tighten it again."
Jia Heng trimmed his eyebrows, turned to look at Chen Xiao, smiled, and said in a clear voice: "That's right, this is about thinking from the beginning."
Chen Xiao flew under the willow eyebrows on the temples, his face paused slightly, and he whispered: "Let the sergeants rest for the past few days, recharge their batteries, and strive to break the city in one fell swoop."
Jia Heng nodded and said nothing else.
Then, the two of them walked into the military tent. At this moment, Chen Xiao picked up a pot of hot tea in a blue and white porcelain bottle, and gently poured a cup into the tea cup. The steam was rising and the aroma of tea was rising.
Chen Xiao took a sip of tea and said softly: "We are fighting and fighting, listening to the rain in the camp, it's quite a different mood."
Jia Heng also took a sip of tea and said, "There's no news from Liaoyang yet?"
Chen Xiao said softly: "They are still attacking the city over there, I'm afraid they are still waiting for news about the main battlefield from you."
Jia Heng said: "It is not so easy to attack a city and take out a stronghold."
Chen Xiao said softly: "Liaodong soldiers and horses are now divided into Ningyuan. What is the purpose?"
"It's just delaying and waiting for change, hoping to delay the movement of our army, so that our country's money will be consumed and we can't make ends meet. At that time, the center will be shaken, and then the Jurchen's dead game will be solved."
In ancient times, if the war lasted for too long, the emperor would not be relieved. As the saying goes, with the changing times, power will fall.
Chen Xiao said: "Then why don't you ignore the casualties and fight quickly..."
At the end of the sentence, Chen Xiao was shocked and understood instantly.
Yes, it is indeed inappropriate to end the war prematurely.
Jia Heng said loudly: "Just wait and let nature take its course."
He didn't want to delay the decision, but because he wanted to wait and see, and it couldn't go too smoothly. Otherwise, it would not be difficult to win the title of county king.
I have always thought about the perfect plot of just wiping out Liaodong City and then passing away Emperor Chongping, but it is actually very difficult.
The emperor seems to have a tenacity in his heart, and he must see Liaodong pacified.
Chen Xiao's expression paused slightly and he whispered: "That's fine."
Jia Heng glanced at Chen Xiao, then lowered his head to sip the tea. Just listening to the sound of rain, time passed by silently.
In this way, the heavy rain in midsummer lasted for three days. The three days of heavy rain finally cleared up on the fourth day.
The Han army finally finished resting and reorganized, and once again attacked Ningyuan City where the Jurchens were stationed.
“Dong dong dong!!!”
As the drums sounded like raindrops, a large number of Han soldiers surged towards Ningyuan City like a tide.
"Whizzing!"
Along with the sound of arrows piercing the air, arrows as dense as locusts suddenly hit the soldiers on the crenellations of the entire city wall.
With the sound of "pop", soldiers fell down from the crenellations of the city wall one by one.
This time, the Han army's offensive was undoubtedly more violent.
At this moment, Jia Heng was personally supervising the battle, and the ones he selected were all brave elites from the 12th Regiment of the Beijing Camp.
Ningyuan City
Prince Zheng Jierhalang was staring into the distance at this moment, with a solemn look in his eyes, because looking around, he could see a large number of soldiers rushing towards the city wall.
"Uncle, the Han army has become fierce and seems to want to take the city in one go." Ai Duli, Jierhalang's nephew, said.
Jierhalang said under his thick eyebrows: "Withstand, withstand this wave, the Han army will naturally retreat."
But this time it was obviously different. The Han army's offensive was fierce, far more than before. At this moment, a large number of soldiers held weapons and swept towards the city wall.
At this moment, Jia Heng looked through the monocular telescope at the scene where the troops in the Beijing camp were fighting bravely to take the lead. His eyes focused on the monocular telescope in his hand.
Chen Xiao on the side raised his eyebrows, his clear eyes were as clear as water, and he said: "The number of casualties is quite high."
Jia Heng said: "I don't want the number of casualties, I just want Ningyuan! This time we will capture Ningyuan City in one fell swoop. After we capture Ningyuan City, we will confront Dorgon on the front line of Songjin."
"Aren't you going to follow the rules again?" Chen Xiao's eyes flickered under his curved eyebrows, and he stared intently and asked in a low voice.
Jia Heng turned to look at Chen Xiao and said in a deep voice: "It has been delayed for too long. The Songjin line has left Dorgon the most time to organize his troops. Don't abandon the public service for personal reasons."
There are some things that cannot be overestimated.
Chen Xiao's clear eyes under his willow eyebrows stared at the boy in the python suit, and whispered: "That's fine."
In this way, a siege battle lasted from morning to evening, with twilight closing and the sky high.
The large tent of the Chinese army was brightly lit, and several figures were projected on the tent.
Jia Heng sat behind a lacquered wooden table, with a look of thought on his calm and resolute face.
Below are several generals from the Beijing camp and Cao Bianjiao, the deputy commander-in-chief of Shanghai Customs, who was in charge of the siege today.
Jia Heng said: "Today, all the tribes marched bravely, but Ningyuan City has not been shaken at all. Generals"
At this time, a general in the Beijing camp raised his hand and said: "Commander, the artillery fire did not support the artillery fire today."
Jia Heng frowned and said in a deep voice: "Without the support of artillery and muskets, the battle cannot be fought?"'
The general was speechless for a moment.
Jia Heng said: "The continuous fierce attack with artillery and blunderbuss consumes a lot of money. Our army still needs to use it in Jinzhou and Shengjing. Don't count on artillery and blunderbuss. Now above the city, the Jurchens also don't have artillery and blunderbuss. They are not brave enough to die."
, fight fiercely with my army?"
When the general heard this, he looked ashamed, cupped his hands and said, "Commander Jie is the one who taught me a lesson."
Jia Heng said: "Early tomorrow morning, we will bury the pots, make rice, and storm Ningyuan City. The Hongyi artillery will provide some support. I hope you will encourage me."
In fact, this was also a blow to the arrogant morale. As time passed, the soldiers in the Beijing camp gradually began to develop arrogance and laziness.
Otherwise, if you always carry this mentality and go to fight the main force of the Qing army, you may suffer big losses.
Dorgon was not only good at using troops, he was also wise and courageous, and his strategic vision was the best in the world.
After the generals dispersed, Chen Xiao looked at Jia Heng and said, "Didn't you expect that you would be so angry and the attack on the city would be frustrated?"
"An army of more than 100,000 people was blocked by Ningyuan City for more than half a month." Jia Heng said in a deep voice with an indifferent expression.
Of course he knew that this was a normal situation, but when he saw that the soldiers and horses of the Beijing camp had been trained and drilled, and their performance did not exceed expectations, he was inevitably disappointed in the end.
And there’s one more thing…
"Didn't you say you would take your time before? Now you are in a hurry." Chen Xiao rolled his eyes at the young man in the python suit under his eyebrows and said, "Waiting for the soldiers in Ningyuan City, these 30,000 Jurchen Tatars are
He will live and die with the city."
"We can't delay it for too long. Once the summer is over, the weather turns cold in autumn, and in October and November, there will be heavy snow. Our army's military supplies will be disadvantageous. If we capture Ningyuan City, even if we are facing a confrontation with Jinzhou
, and I can do it with ease." Jia Heng said, his face gradually became normal, he took the teacup handed by Chen Xiao and took a sip of tea.
Chen Xiao nodded and said: "Then what happens next?
Jia Heng's calm face soon became calm again, and he said: "Continue to attack the city, and it should be almost done after a few more days."
At this moment, in Ningyuan City——
In the government hall, the lights are also bright and bright.
Prince Zheng Jierhalang sat on a chair of the Grand Master. His majestic face with a beard under his chin was full of worry.
"Uncle, the situation today is not good."
After resisting for nearly half a month, Ningyuan City had actually suffered heavy casualties, with less than 20,000 soldiers and horses in the city.
This is a quite terrifying number of casualties, and the Jurchen Eight Banners were not afraid of death because they were inspired by Jierharang.
In fact, this is also because there is no way to retreat, not far behind is Shengjing City.
Everyone in the Eight Banners knew what would happen if Liaodong was destroyed by the Han Dynasty.
Jierhalang said: "Tell the armies under my banner that the crazier the Han army is, the more it means that there is a big problem in the supply of their military supplies. As long as our army can withstand it for another month, it will become easier and easier in the future."
Eduli said loudly: "Your Majesty,"
Gu Ermahong pondered for a moment and said: "Your Majesty, if this continues, both blue flags will be finished."
"Even if we fight to the death of every soldier and this king dies here, we still can't let the Han army approach Jinzhou City calmly." A fierce look flashed across Jierharang's face and he said in a deep voice.
Ai Duli and Gu Ermahong looked solemn and said with emotion: "We, the descendants of Aixinjueluo, have received the shadow of our ancestors and we should live and die with our country!"
Jierhalang said in a deep voice: "Go down and prepare soldiers and horses to guard the city."
After hearing this, Ai Duli and Gu Ermahong bowed their hands toward Jierhalang, and then left the hall without saying much.
It was just Tuliuji Erharang, sitting on the chair, with a very depressed look on his calm face.
After a while, Jierhalang's thoughts were interrupted by Ma Bian's voice from outside under the eaves.
"Your Majesty, a letter from Jinzhou." As he spoke, the majestic-looking Ma Bian entered the hall and bowed his hand to Jierhalang.
At this time, the guard stepped forward quickly, took the letter from Na Ma Bian, and handed it to Jierhalang.
Jierhalang opened the letter and read it with his eyes. As time passed, a touch of emotion appeared on his face.
Dorgon first affirmed Jierhalang's defense of Ningyuan City, and then encouraged Jierhalang to try to allow the Han army to stay under Ningyuan City until October.
At that time, when the weather got cold, the Han army would definitely have difficulty adapting to the bitter cold weather in Liaodong.
"October, damn, I can't stop it even next month." Jierhalang balled up the letter and cursed bitterly.
It's not that I regret my life, but it's an unspeakable helplessness.
The Qing Dynasty is coming to an end.
There is no hope of a comeback at all.
But when the nest is overturned, how can it be possible to finish the eggs?
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Unknowingly, as time passed slowly, another three days passed.
In the past few days, after receiving Jia Heng's reprimand, the generals of the Han Army's Beijing Camp became brave and began to attack the city on a large scale, causing huge casualties to the Jurchen soldiers in Ningyuan City.
On this day, Jia Heng held the reins and rode on a maroon horse. He held a monocular telescope in his hand to observe the battle situation.
Chen Xiao looked at the boy in the python suit under his eyebrows and asked: "It's almost done. I see, Ning Yuancheng won't be able to hold on much longer."
Jia Heng pondered for a moment and said: "It seems that it is almost done. In the past few days, the rainwater has almost penetrated into the city wall. People dug soil and buried explosives under the city wall to blow up the city in one fell swoop."
The reason why this move was not used before was because the soldiers and horses in the city were still vigorous. Even if the city wall was blown open, the soldiers and horses in the city would be blocked in time.
It's not the straw that breaks the camel's back.
On the second day, the sky was bright, and the eastern morning light shone in the military tent. Smoke curled up from the cooking stoves, while groups of soldiers wearing flying saucer helmets and holding wild goose feather knives were having breakfast.
"Dong dong dong..."
Accompanied by the exciting sound of drums, under the leadership of the generals of the Beijing Camp, the Han troops of the 12th Regiment Battalion of the Beijing Camp approached Ningyuan City with great vigor and high spirits.
During this period, with Jia Heng's encouragement, everyone in the Beijing camp held their breath, carrying ladders and weapons in hand, and attacked the city.
At this moment, Cao Bianjiao also led his troops from Shanhaiguan to attack Ningyuan City.
"Boom!!!"
Along with the sound of bombardment from red-coated cannons, a large number of Han soldiers surged upward like a tide.
This time, long-range artillery support was naturally in sufficient supply.
A large number of Han soldiers, led by the generals and guerrilla generals, climbed up a wooden ladder toward the city wall, braving rocks and trees.
Many generals at the level of governor of the Beijing camp personally carried their swords and went to the battlefield at this moment. Cao Bianjiao even led his troops and horses, taking the lead, carrying ladders, and rushed towards Ningyuan City.
The Qing army in Ningyuan City was suddenly unable to withstand this offensive and fell into a panic.
As time passed, many Han soldiers climbed up to the top of the city, passed back to back, holding a wild goose feather knife, and fought with the soldiers on the top of the city with their knives.
After a while, a "ding-ding-ding-ding-ding" sound was heard, the collision of swords and the sound of weapons entering flesh were intertwined, and then the sound of constant pain was heard.
A large number of Jurchen soldiers fell to the ground in a pool of blood.
At this moment, Gu Ermahong led a group of soldiers and rushed towards the city to help. This Jurchen fierce general held a ring-headed sword in his hand. Wherever he passed, he saw blood raining and broken limbs and arms.
a mess.
At this moment, Cao Bianjiao also saw the Jurchen fierce general, snorted coldly, and with a fierce look on his face, he started to kill Gu Ermahong.
The spear thrust out, like a silver dragon protruding its head, and stabbed towards Gu Ermahong.
Gu Ermahong felt a chill in his heart. He felt that no matter how far away he was, his face was stabbed with pain by a cold light. Under his thick eyebrows, his eyes were deep, and then he dodged to the side.
The ring-headed sword in Gu Ermahong's hand was heading towards the white-robed young general. At this moment, the sword and gun collided, and a harsh sound was heard throughout the battlefield, causing pain to the eardrums of the surrounding soldiers.
Gu Ermahong's face suddenly changed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Cao becomes a dragon!"
As the deputy commander-in-chief of Shanhaiguan, Cao Bianjiao once defeated the blue-flag soldiers led by Jierhalang in a frontal cavalry attack. How could Guermahong not recognize him?
Under Cao Bianjiao's eyebrows, his eyes were like lightning, as clear as a god, and he said loudly: "Your grandpa is here!"
"Come and accept your fate!"
As he said that, the spear was like a dragon and strangled towards Gu Ermahong.
Gu Ermahong's face was fierce and ferocious, he roared angrily, and started to kill Cao Bianjiao with the ring-shou knife in his hand.
Cao Bianjiao snorted coldly, and hit Gu Ermahong's ribs with the spear in his palm.
Dangdang...
The two of them had not walked for ten rounds, and Gurma Hong was already in dire straits, unable to resist, and surrounded by dangers.
The spear stabbed sharply, like an urgent pipe with complicated strings, and suddenly turned into a dragon making waves, sweeping towards Gu Ermahong.
Gu Ermahong accidentally felt a pain in his neck. It was clearly the bright silver spear piercing his neck. The unspeakable pain caused the ring-headed sword in Gu Ermahong's hand to fall down with a clang.
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He wanted to reach out and hold his neck, but immediately, as the spear was withdrawn, streams of bright red and dazzling blood flowed out of his neck.
Immediately, Gurma Hong's consciousness fell into eternal darkness.
Cao Bianjiao roared loudly and swept through thousands of troops with his spear. Many soldiers and horses under the spear turned into dead souls.
At this moment, a group of soldiers had already approached the city wall, digging a big hole at the corner of the wall. After a while, they stuffed black explosives into it, pulled out the fuse, and immediately took out a fire stick and lit it.
Puff puff puff...
As the fuse ignited quickly, it finally burned to the end.
"boom!"
A deafening sound sounded, and Ning Yuancheng seemed to be shaken.
A large hole suddenly opened in the city wall, revealing a scene inside Ningyuan City.
At this point, the destruction of Ningyuan City is a foregone conclusion!