On April 28, the second year of Chongzhen, Zhang Xianzhong hated the sunny weather that led to consecutive years of drought in Shaanxi more than ever. The rebels all knew that firearms were afraid of water, and such weather was of great benefit to those officers and soldiers, but they
They had no choice but to launch an attack under this unfavorable situation. Last night, the brothers who were responsible for preventing the refugees from escaping risked their lives to send word that two groups of unknown officers and soldiers were rushing toward them, but it was certain that these two troops and the blocking
The group of people in front were in the same group. They were all wearing black clothes and no armor.
"Come on, you fucking charge forward!" Zhang Xianzhong waved his sword crazily, his angry eyes about to burst into flames. A full two hours have passed since this fateful battle started at 1:00 a.m.
Relying on the new method they came up with, the elites of the old battalion pushed the shield cart made of newly cut down trees and finally succeeded in breaking through to a distance of 300 steps from the officers and soldiers, but they also suffered huge losses. Now he had to order the supervising team to press forward.
He held the cannon fodder on top to attract the firepower of the officers and soldiers, so that the old brothers could take a break and catch their breath.
"Wufu!" Zhu Youcong also frowned. The battle that started this morning was obviously different from usual. The rebels probably discovered Xiong Zhaojuan's whereabouts and decided to break out from here.
Their desperate fighting style and the new type of shield vehicle also caused a lot of pressure. The rebels didn't know that the trebuchet dug out from there was a huge threat, and the big rocks thrown from time to time had already been smashed.
Several grain trucks collapsed. Although the number of casualties has not yet been reported, there have been serious casualties.
"General, it's my turn?" Although he had used cluster grenades to satisfy his hunger a little the day before yesterday, Wufu still felt that it was not satisfying. These days, he has been watching the infantry show off, and even his junior company commander dared to laugh behind his back.
He did.
"Five rounds of bombardment, knock out their shield trucks and trebuchets behind them!" There was no need to hesitate anymore. Although Zhu Youcong wanted to reduce the casualties of the rebels as much as possible, he did not regard the lives of his soldiers as a basis.
The price. They are soldiers of the Ming Dynasty. They should have made contributions in fighting foreigners and stained the battlefield with blood; instead of falling in this kind of fratricidal civil war.
"Commander, please let my brothers come down to have a rest, and another group of people will go up..." Liu Jiusi's elite troops were very few after the charge the day before yesterday. If the cannon fodder in his army is wiped out again,
He still has to become a gangster?
"Change? Change it to your mother!" Zhang Xianzhong raised his knife and a flash of red light flashed, and Liu Jiusi's fine head rolled to the side. "I have seen it all clearly, who the hell dares to speak lightly again?"
Get out, the sword in my hand doesn't recognize anyone!"
"Brothers have no way out now. We have to fight with the officers and soldiers. Only by rushing over can we have hope of survival!" Zhang Miaoshou had already made plans to escape, but when he saw Zhang Xianzhong's eyes on him, he had to fight hard.
In a pretentious manner, he pulled out the sword from his waist and rushed out with his men.
"Commander Tang, what should we do?" At this point in the battle, even a blind man could see that the rebels had no hope of winning. Zhang Cunmeng claimed that he did not stick to mud and was as slippery as a loach, so how could he still be stupid?
Bu Laji was waiting for Zhang Xianzhong to let him die?
"Hey..." Tang Shengun didn't say anything but pouted, gesturing to Zhang Cunmeng to look at Zhang Miao's hands who had just rushed out in front of him.
"Damn, this kid is a thief!" Zhang Cunmeng saw a familiar figure in the brigade in front of him darting left and right, as if he was rushing forward hard; but if you pay a little attention, you will find that the person is basically It was moving sideways, not taking a step forward for a long time, and it seemed that it was still looking for a hiding place.
"What the military advisor means is that we will also..." Yes, this is a good idea! Even if it gives Zhang Xianzhong face, he will not be killed by him, and there is no need to worry about being accidentally killed by the officers and soldiers. With good luck, wait until the battle is over. Can you still take advantage of the opportunity to escape and live incognito? As for the brothers under my command, let them seek their own blessings...
"No, no..." Zhang Cunmeng could not care about the life and death of his men, but Tang Shengun could not ignore the White Lotus believers in the army, not to mention that he had been ordered to try to preserve those traitors who were not willing to rebel. I saw him whispering in Zhang Cunmeng's ear, while Zhang Cunmeng shook his head vigorously at first and then thought deeply.
The fight was in full swing in the canyon, and several heads popped up on the mountain tops on both sides. After two days and two nights of rapid march, Mao Wenlong finally caught up with this good show.
"Commander, should we give the signal and start attacking now?" Even though most of the Second Army, including some officers, were new recruits, their enthusiasm for fighting was still very high. Some even made plans for themselves on the march. How many rebel targets have been annihilated?
"Why panic? Tell the brothers to have a good rest and attack again in half an hour!" Mao Wenlong also breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the situation on the battlefield clearly. As an older man, he decided to take a breather first.
"But general..."
"Don't worry, the general is fine. His artillery hasn't even used its full strength yet!" Mao Wenlong had already developed a pair of thieves' eyes after years of making trouble behind the Tatars' backs. He pointed at the rebels' midfielders and said, "Did you see theirs? The cavalry hasn't moved yet, if we charge down now, these grandsons will definitely take the opportunity to escape."
"Go up! Eight King Kongs, the Great Heavenly King, ask your people to continue to go up for me! Sweeper King, Black Evil God, you guys, please surround me from both sides!" Zhang Xianzhong has started to go crazy, what kind of monsters are on the opposite side? There are such powerful artillery? But it seems that they don't have much ammunition, otherwise why would they only hit them twice each time? It seems that if they want to survive, they can no longer take the lives of their men into consideration, and can only fight with them. The officers and soldiers were fighting for the number of people. "Everyone else is preparing separately. Let's rush over together! Ma Shouying, you and the cavalry are ready to set off in a quarter of an hour!"
"Commander, are the cavalry..." Ma Shouying felt distressed. These hundreds of cavalry were put together with great difficulty by begging his grandfather and grandma to tell him. They are the last assets of the rebels. Now we don't expect them to be able to cover up the past generals. There is a gap in the defense line, but it's good to use it as a cover when running away in the future!
"Shut up!" Zhang Xianzhong shouted angrily: "Take away your little tricks! If you can't get out now, everything will be in vain. How can you expect to escape the pursuit of the officers and soldiers?"
"The whole army is ready!" Zhu Youcong saw every move of the rebels. With such a large-scale mobilization, they will rush up and fight me desperately. "Wufu, tell the artillerymen of each battalion, seven hundred steps Don't be stingy with ammunition if you let me go! The infantry battalion, with its strongest firepower, must not let the rebels get within a hundred steps of us! The reconnaissance battalion guards both sides, opens the cage, and prepares to light the fire!"
"Commander, the rebel cavalry has moved!" The scouts squatting on the mountain had been watching the actions at the bottom of the mountain. Seeing that the rebels had begun their final madness, they hurriedly ran to report to Mao Wenlong.
"Send the signal! Let Xiong Zhaojuan cut off the rebels! The rear army began to attack at the same time." Mao Wenlong was not used to using a pistol, so he drew out the sword that had been with him for many years and raised it toward the sky, shouting: "Soldiers, follow me to kill the enemy!"
“Whoosh—bang!”
As a special firework bloomed strangely over Yezhu Gorge, the three most elite new army units of the Ming Dynasty launched a final attack on the rebels at the same time.
"Liu Tianshi, it's your turn!" Zhu Youcong's heart was bleeding. He didn't even have the courage to face the victory that was about to come. Those who fell on the battlefield ahead were all compatriots of the Ming Dynasty. No matter what the reason was that led to this catastrophe,
Many of them should not be stained with blood in this small waste ditch. Let history write the mistakes in history, but now this account is recorded on the heads of the Liaodong Tatars!…
"Follow your orders!" Only today did Liu Tianshi realize how wise the decision made by Our Lady of the White Lotus was. Unexpectedly, this usually playful and smiling general did not show his full strength when he blocked the rebel army of more than 100,000 troops with 4,000 or 5,000 men.
, it will be so terrifying when he recognizes it. Listen to the roar of the cannons that keep ringing, and look at the broken limbs and broken arms flying out of the fire in the distance. It is really unimaginable if our saint
If the teacher goes against him, what will happen to those disciples who are worse than rebels?
"The white lotus blossoms, King Ming is born! We, the White Lotus cultists, obeyed the order, put down their butcher knives and knelt down on both sides to welcome Master Wang!" Hundreds of leaders of the White Lotus cult, big and small, raised their tin trumpets together to fight for the last glimmer of life for their followers.
Scream hard.
Fortunately, after several rounds of unrestrained bombardment, the rebels had completely lost the courage to resist, otherwise no one would be able to hear the shouts. The artillery fire gradually subsided, and the White Lotus cultists who had received the highest order were the first to throw away the enemy.
He took the swords and guns in his hands and ran to the mountains on both sides, tremblingly waiting for the officers and soldiers to surrender. Even Xing Honglang and Zhang Cunmeng were among them.
"Commander, let's run!" This battle can't be fought. Even the White Lotus sect surrendered and the army recruited them to surrender. It's no wonder that every move of us people can be seen clearly. That's wrong, we
What a mistake! Ma Shouying looked at the officers and soldiers on both sides who were rushing down the mountain like tigers and suddenly felt regretful. If he had known that the imperial court was so powerful, why would we have followed those barbarians from Liaodong? We shouldn't have rebelled.
You should join the army and kill the bandits!
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Zhang Xianzhong had completely collapsed. After cutting off the head of a soldier next to him who wanted to surrender, he led dozens of his most loyal men to launch the final attack.
"Capture him alive!" Zhu Youcong suddenly felt unbearable. Enough blood had been shed by Ming Dynasty. Even if this man committed a heinous crime, he still let the court and the people who had been harmed by him decide his life and death!
"Bang, bang, bang..." With a burst of gunfire, no one around Zhang Xianzhong could stand up, and he himself was crushed under the horse.
"All things are born with humans, and humans have nothing with heaven. Ghosts and gods are clear, and they think for themselves." Zhang Xianzhong roared while trying to use his last strength to get rid of the officers and soldiers who rushed towards him and tied him up...
ps: Zhang Xianzhong’s last words were found in Zhang Xianzhong’s “Six-Word Oracle” inscription discovered by British missionaries in Guanghan, Sichuan in 1934.