Hu Sai left the main hall quickly and led eight thousand cavalry troops out of Shengjing City.
At this moment, it is midsummer, and the grass is lush and lush. On the big trees on the roadside, cicadas are chirping incessantly as they feed on their branches.
Hu Sai, accompanied by a group of personal guards, walked closer. Under his thick eyebrows, a cold and sharp light could be seen in his eyes. He shouted and said, "Is that General Jia Fang's son?"
In the previous Xiande Hall, I heard Luck Dehun mention that the person in front of me was Jia Heng's nephew Jia Fang.
Jia Fang said loudly: "It's your grandfather, the kid opposite, why don't you tell me your name quickly!"
Previously, Jia Fang had been taken advantage of by Luck Dehun, and now Jia Fang also learned from it, deliberately irritating the other general.
When Hu Sai heard this, he was furious and cursed: "You are looking for death!"
As he spoke, he held the reins and quickly drove the horse. With the sound of the horse's "neighing", the long knife in Hu Sai's palm was like a sharp ray of light, slashing towards Jia Heng's front door.
At this moment, Jia Fang's face was cold and stern, and she was leading a group of cavalry who had just set up a wooden camp. In her palm was a long sword with flowing frost, and the sword was shining brightly.
"clang……"
As the blade clicked, sparks were seen shooting out.
Both of them were shocked.
Jia Fang stepped back, a look of shock appeared on her face.
And Husai was not far behind either, he thought to himself, no wonder he was able to make Prince Shuncheng remember him, he was indeed quite capable.
The two of them fought like a revolving door for twenty or thirty rounds, but seeing how fierce the sword was, the surrounding soldiers did not dare to look at each other.
The cavalry of both sides also fought quickly, and the Han cavalry started fighting. These Hebei frontier troops were not afraid at all when facing the Jurchens' two yellow flags.
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Jinzhou City
The Jade Rabbit sets in the west, the Golden Crow rises in the east, and before you know it, a night passes.
The next day, the sky was bright, and the golden morning rays of summer shone on the earth. The eaves of the houses seemed to be covered with a layer of golden and red gauze. It was the midsummer season, and the morning breeze blew away the heat in the air.
Everyone was very cool.
"Dong dong..."
Accompanied by the sound of drums as dense as raindrops, the Han soldiers in the wooden camps, wearing black armor, quickly came out of the military tent, holding a wild goose feather knife on their waist, or holding a sword in their hands.
They were armed with firecrackers, ready to attack the city wall non-stop.
Jia Heng rode on a maroon horse and stood with Chen Xiao under the banner of the Chinese army.
At this moment, the commander-in-chief of the Beijing camp led a group of personal guards and urged a large number of his soldiers to attack the city wall.
Many Han soldiers wearing black armor picked up wooden ladders and headed towards the towering city wall to attack.
The log on top of the crashed car crashed towards the city gate.
At this moment, the bannermen of the Jurchen Eight Banners were also on the towering city wall, using rolling logs and rocks to smash down hard.
Along with the constant wailing of the Han army, the Han army below also opened their bows and crossbows and fired arrows to fight back, while the Jurchen Eight Banners on the top of the city fell down from the top of the city.
Jia Heng was wearing a mountain-shaped black iron armor, riding on a maroon horse, holding a monocular telescope in his hand, watching the battle in Jinzhou City.
Chen Xiao on the side, under the willow-shaped eyebrows, the crystal eyes in his clear eyes flashed, and said: "How is it?"
Jia Heng shook his head and whispered: "We can only attack the city for the time being, and let's not worry about the rest."
At this moment, the sound of cannons was rumbling, and the cannonballs fell towards the city head one after another, and then exploded quickly. Not long after, screams were heard.
The Jurchen soldiers armed with weapons also fought back at the Han army. The red cannons on the fort at the head of the city also roared and smoke billowed.
Under Jia Heng's order, the red cannons of the Han army were aiming at the city wall. After a while, the sound of cannons could be heard, and the cannons on the turret fort were suddenly blown into the sky.
Then, the desolate and distant horn sounded, the sun set in the west, the setting sun was like blood, and another day of siege by the Han army came to a complete end.
Jia Heng didn't pay too much attention to it. In such a big city, the victory or defeat cannot be decided in a short time.
Jia Heng was sitting behind the commander's desk. Not long after, Cao Bianjiao strode into the military tent with his head held high, clasping his fists and saying, "I have finally met Duke Wei."
Jia Heng looked at the white-robed young general, nodded, and said loudly: "Do you have any new ideas for today's siege?"
Cao Bianjiao nodded and said: "Commander, the general thinks that if we attack and defend the city like this, Jinzhou will not be captured even if we fight for three months."
Jia Heng said: "Of course we won't keep attacking like this. Xiehou has already led his soldiers and is ready to surround Shengjing City at any time."
Is it feasible to ignore the Jurchen soldiers and horses in Jinzhou City and directly attack Shengjing?
Of course it is feasible. The so-called Deng Ai outsmarted Yinping is because there are Shu and Han. The ministers are about to fight to the death. Why does your majesty surrender first?
Cao Bianjiao was on the other side of the room, with some hope in his eyes, and said loudly: "If we attack from behind, then the war will be promising."
Jia Heng nodded and said: "Previously, the Jiangnan navy from King Beijing's side had besieged Shengjing City. Xiehou sent another army to attack Shengjing. Dorgon's tribe in Jinzhou would definitely not be able to sit down.
live."
It is equivalent to that the main force of his Beijing camp here is just confronting Dorgon's subordinates, so as to attract the Jurchen's main military force and leave enough space for his soldiers to use their troops.
At this moment, the Jinyi Palace Guards brought the dishes and entered the military tent. The steaming food was smelling fragrant.
Jia Heng greeted with a smile: "Let's use some together."
This is the etiquette and virtuous corporal. It is very easy to make heroes return to their hearts.
Cao Bianjiao nodded, agreed softly, and then sat down nearby.
Jia Heng smiled and said: "We can't rush to attack the city. We must first wear down the spirit of the defenders of Jinzhou City. It can be said that there are many soldiers and horses gathered in Jinzhou now. The result cannot be decided in three or two days."
Although he has always been confident and likes to create miracles, it depends on the battlefield situation.
Cao Bianjiao nodded and said, "The commander-in-chief is right."
Jia Heng's face paused slightly and he said loudly: "After the city is defeated, we will have to rely more on General Cao's courage to chase the enemy north."
Cao Bianjiao's face paused slightly, and he said in a clear voice: "The commander's words are really embarrassing to kill the junior general. If no one can match him in terms of military bravery, who in the nine states in the world can be as good as the commander-in-chief?"
Jia Heng nodded and said: "Now that one person is the weight of an army, it is inconvenient to charge and kill him."
The two of them were talking, and before they knew it, after finishing the meal, Cao Bianjiao left the Chinese army's tent.
Jia Heng also came to the sleeping tent with Chen Xiao to talk together.
Chen Xiao said: "We have sent people to the Xiaoling River. The water level has risen sharply in the past few days, but it is not enough to dig out and flood the Jinzhou City."
Jia Heng's face paused slightly and he said loudly: "In a few days, it may rain again. Let's see."
Actually, he didn't have much hope, but it was better than nothing.
Chen Xiao shook his head and said: "There is no news about North Korea right now."
Jia Heng nodded and said: "Wait a moment, the prince of Dongping County is both wise and brave, so there should be no problem."
Chen Xiao's face paused slightly and he said softly: "The key to this war is still in Jinzhou City."
In this way, this offensive continued until August 15th of the 19th year of Chongping.
On this day, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the Han army also entered a state of rest and did not besiege Jurchen Jinzhou City again.
Jia Heng
Chen Xiao said: "What are you thinking about?"
"In the fourteenth year of Chongping, I married Keqing."
Chen Xiao rolled his eyes at Jia Heng and said, "Then do you still remember the day we got married?"
Jia Heng's face froze for a moment, and his mind was spinning, but sometimes it was so mysterious that he just couldn't remember that day.
"Forgot?" Chen Xiao flew into the temples under his brows, his eyes shining with a dangerous light.
Jia Heng smiled and said: "The 18th year of Chongping, the Double Ninth Festival."
Chen Xiao gently released his hand on the Xiuchundao and said, "I bet you still remember."
Jia Heng picked up the tea cup and said: "The Jurchens in the city have resisted for so long, and their morale should not be as high as it was at the beginning."
Chen Xiao said softly: "It's already raining heavily over the Xiaoling River. We can try the flooding strategy."
Jia Heng said: "Our army will move to the high ground and let the soldiers clear the Xiaoling River to soak up Jinzhou City first."
Chen Xiao said: "I will send someone to take care of this matter."
After Jia Heng waited for Chen Xiao to leave, he came to the screen with the map hanging on it and looked at the mountains and rivers on it, with a look of thought between his brows.
If the city wall is destroyed by floods, it will actually be of no use.
Given the thickness of the city wall of Jinzhou City, it may not be destroyed at once, but the soaking in the river water can gradually cause the city wall to rot.
Then, after the flood receded, the Han army could attack the city again, which would obviously achieve twice the result with half the effort.
In Jinzhou City——
Dorgon also stood in front of a map, thinking about strategies to defeat the enemy, his brows gradually furrowed.
"Brother, there has been no movement from the Han army in the past two days." Azig entered the hall, looked at Dorgon who was standing with his hands behind his back, and asked.
Dorgon turned around and looked at Azig without knowing why.
Azige's face was solemn, his eyes were cold, and he said in a low voice: "I think this Jia Heng kid may have a conspiracy."
Dorgon looked at Azig and asked, "What do you mean by this?"
Azig frowned and whispered: "I just have a vague intuition."
Dorgon's face was as calm as Xuanshui's. He suddenly turned his eyes and looked at the yellowing map of mountains and rivers. His pupils shrank and he said, "I understand."
Under Azige's thick eyebrows, his eyes were extremely surprised.
"Flooding plan." Dorgon frowned, his eyes flashed aggressively, and he said firmly.
Azig nodded and said in a deep voice: "Yes, some time ago, there were heavy rains for several days, and the water in the Xiaoling River surged, making it very easy to use the flooding strategy."
Dorgon's face paused slightly and he said: "In the past few days, the city has been rapidly preparing boats and rafts to prevent the river from washing away the city walls."
It is said that no matter how strong human power is, it is not as powerful as the power of nature.
Gunpowder cannot collapse the city wall, but floods may not.
Hearing this, Azige responded quickly, then turned around and ordered the Eight Banners in the city to prepare the boats.
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Liaodong, Niumaozhai
At this moment, Mu Sheng, accompanied by several personal guards, stood on the hill, holding a monocular telescope and looking at the defense situation of the Jurchen stronghold.
At this moment, in the village, Manchu and Qing flags embroidered with dragon flags were waving in the wind.
Mu Yan, the family general next to Mu Sheng, looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, there have been a lot of casualties in the past few days. The Jurchens are very popular. If this continues, it will still be difficult to conquer in a short time. However, our army is short of food and fodder.
It’s unsustainable.”
Mu Sheng frowned and said in a cold voice: "The commander-in-chief in the stronghold is incapable of fighting with our coalition forces, so we have nothing to fear. We need to select and send out a group of elite warriors who dare to fight."
In the previous battles to attack the mountain stronghold, Mandahai led the Eight Banners to rush down from the mountain several times, breaking up the Han army's line.
Mu Sheng's method of selecting elites was to prevent the brave from being mixed among the timid, and instead being isolated and helpless, being surrounded and exterminated by the Eight Banners.
Selecting a group of brave and capable warriors and using them together can reduce casualties.
Mu Yan clasped his fists and said, "Then according to the wishes of the prince, I will return to the capital camp and select elite soldiers and horses."
Mu Sheng snorted coldly and shouted: "I don't believe it anymore. With an army of more than 100,000 people, I can't even choose 20,000 to 30,000 men who dare to fight!"
With that said, accompanied by his personal guards, he returned to the camp.
At this moment, Mandahai, who was in the camp, was exchanging cups with a group of generals and drinking wine.
With less than 30,000 soldiers and horses, they were able to hold off more than 100,000 troops from North Korea and the Han Dynasty, which is enough to make Mandahai quite proud.
Man Dahai put down his wine cup and said: "During this period, the Han army has been exhausted. As long as it persists for a while, the Han army and the Korean army will inevitably be short of food and fodder. When morale is low, that will be the opportunity for our army."
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The majestic-looking military officer on the side said, "What the prince is saying is that the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses of the Han army will be fed by the horses. It won't take long for them to run out of food and fodder. At that time, we will lead the counterattack."
Chance."
Mandahai smiled and said: "That's exactly what I meant. When the morale of the Han army is low, I will personally lead the army and attack down the mountain."
Another officer with a purple-red face and no beard under his chin. Under his thick eyebrows, there was a hint of worry in his shining eyes. He said: "Your Majesty, our army has suffered a lot of casualties in the past few days. The Han army has suffered a lot."
The red-coated cannons and thunderbolts caused a lot of damage to our army."
Man Dahai's voice was not without a heroic meaning, and he said loudly: "The Han army's artillery and muskets are not endless, so don't pay attention to them."
The two generals on the side didn't say much else, but picked up their wine cups and drank with Man Dahai.
The two armies of the Han Dynasty followed Mu Sheng's idea. In the next five days, the Korean army and the Han army did not launch an siege. Instead, they selected elite soldiers to launch another attack on the mountain stronghold where Mandahai was located.
On the sixth day, after preliminary elimination and training, a large number of Han soldiers held weapons and attacked the Niumaozhai mountain stronghold.
The Han army's artillery rumbled, and thunderbolts were thrown towards the stronghold where the Jurchens were, exploding with a "click".
"boom!"
After the banging thunder exploded, the elite soldiers of the Han army and North Korea all over the mountains and plains rushed towards the mountain stronghold like a tide.
At this moment, Man Dahai ordered his subordinates to wave the apricot-yellow triangular flag. Not long after, he saw two Jurchen military commanders leading a large number of soldiers, following the same pattern and charging downwards.
And all this is just a repeat of the past.
As soon as the two sides fought, the Eight Banners under Mandahai felt unspeakable pressure. Compared with the collapse of the day before, this time the Han army was obviously quite resilient. Not only did they maintain their front line from collapse, but they also
And can counterattack quickly.
It can be said that Mu Sheng's pinching operation worked quickly.
Below, Mu Sheng, who was riding a horse, put down the monocular telescope in his hand and stared at the attack and defense on the mountain stronghold.
Mu Sheng said: "The Chinese army advanced and defeated the stronghold in one fell swoop."
At this moment, Mu Sheng decisively seized the fleeting opportunity to fight, selected those who dared to fight as the elite, and then led his troops and horses, putting all his weight on it.
The army quickly pressed forward, charging upwards to kill, and the shouts of killing rose to the sky.
Mandahai was currently under the dragon flag in the military stronghold. As a veteran of many battles, he was naturally keenly aware of this change and felt extremely anxious.
During this period, the Jurchen soldiers also suffered a lot of casualties, and they were accustomed to bullying the weak Han and Korean soldiers. The enemy suddenly increased the intensity of their attacks, and naturally they could not hold on and retreated steadily.
By afternoon, the Han troops all over the mountains and plains had already rushed to the mountain stronghold.
"Your Majesty, I can't hold on any longer." At this moment, a bearded military leader stumbled up to Mandahai and said.
At this moment, a large number of Han soldiers could be seen in the entire village, burning like a sea of fire throughout the mountains and fields, while the Jurchen Eight Banners struggled to hold on and were killed by a large number of Han soldiers and Korean soldiers.
Upon hearing this, Mandahai looked at the various soldiers who were fighting hard under the Han army's offensive. His expression suddenly changed, and he made a decisive decision and said: "Withdraw!"
By now, Niumao Village has become a dead place. If we stay here any longer, we will only lose a few elite soldiers.
But in this way, the old village in Hetuala was under the attack of the Han army.
In this way, Mandahai did not insist on staying behind, but led more than a thousand soldiers down from the mountain. After a while, it was seen that a large number of soldiers rushed to the mountain stronghold.
It wasn't until night fell, the moon was in the sky, and the shouts of killing in the village gradually stopped, that it seemed that it had finally come to an end.
At this moment, Mu Sheng, surrounded by a group of personal guards, looked at the village and breathed a sigh of relief.
After almost a month, we finally captured this stronghold and cleared the gateway to Liaodong.
Pine oil torches crackled all around, and the flames were bright, almost like two fire dragons.
"Your Majesty, the enemy bandits have been completely eliminated, but it's a pity that the general escaped." The general of the Mu family said.
Mu Sheng said coldly: "No one can escape!"
Mu Yan's face paused slightly, nodded, and said, "Should we send the cavalry to pursue us?"
Mu Sheng said: "It's hard to tell the road in the dead of night, so don't pursue the poor bandits."
Mu Yan responded softly, and then didn't say much else.
Mu Sheng said coldly: "Take over the mountain stronghold, return to the military tent with me, and report the victory to the commander and the court."
Mu Yan responded softly, and then followed Mu Sheng back to the military tent.