In March in Lu, winter has not yet passed. The remaining snow is falling on the hillside, the ground is muddy, and the willows are just a little green. Although the breeze blowing on my face is not as biting as in winter, it is still quite chilly.
The army of Licheng Hou Pingyan, General Sheng Yong, left Dezhou and headed for Baoding. On this day, they arrived at Jiahe (now Jiahe, Dagu, northeast of Yantai), where 200,000 troops were stationed.
In the past six months, in the north-south battle from Jinan to Dongchang, the imperial army had always had the upper hand. Especially now that there are firearms that can defeat the most powerful cavalry in the Yan army, Sheng Yong is quite confident that this attack can successfully defeat Yan in one fell swoop. However, Emperor Jianwen's imperial edict clearly prohibited the killing of King Ning of Yan, which made Sheng Yong hesitate. On the battlefield, swords and guns are weak, so how can we protect them when the time comes? After much deliberation, the conclusion is always to try to capture him alive, and try to beat King Yan's mount like last time.
Suddenly, a scout rushed in and took advantage of the momentum and knelt down on one knee: "Report to the general! King Yan's army has been discovered!"
Sheng Yong was surprised: "Where?"
"It's at Chenjiadu Ferry, more than thirty miles away. They have all crossed the Jiahe River and are camped at the southeast corner of the river, in the northeast of our army."
"How many soldiers and horses are there?"
"No less than 100,000 people have been surveyed roughly, and we are still conducting detailed reconnaissance."
Sheng Yong waved his hand: "Probe again! Report again!" Turning his head, he ordered: "Invite all generals quickly!" In fact, a pre-war meeting was held overnight to discuss ways to defeat Yan. The generals deliberated for several hours and came to the conclusion that firearms should be used against cavalry. As long as the Yan army's cavalry was defeated, the southern army was better at infantry fighting and was far superior in numbers, so it would definitely win.
At Mao time, the two armies faced each other on the south bank of the Jiahe River. On this day, the sky was clear, slightly white, cloudless and windless. It's a good day for a fierce battle. Sheng Yong was originally worried that the rain would affect the firearms, but he was secretly relieved.
Sheng Yong looked at the banner with the word "Yan" and the banner of "Fengtian Jingnan" opposite him. He dismounted his horse and paved the ground with his hooves, urging his master expectantly. Sheng Yong didn't want to wait any longer, so he raised his hand slightly, and the horn blew "wuwuwuwu" and the war drum beat "dong dong dong dong". The archer raised the arrow to his shoulder, the firearms hand raised the magic blunderbuss and the fire dragon gun, and the quiver and gunpowder tube stood at hand.
bring it on! Yan thief cavalry, come and die!
There was a rumble that moved the mountains away, and the Yan army's cavalry was dispatched, coming from the northeast like a surging tide. The green horse running at the front, with a tall golden helmet and silver armor, holding a machete high, is none other than King Yan! If the cavalry team is a sharp sword, King Yan is the tip of the sword!
Sheng Yong frowned, watching the tip of the knife getting closer and closer, thinking of the imperial edict, and hesitated whether to wave it down.
During this hesitation, the green horses and a dozen fast horses had already rushed into the shooting range of the Confederate army. The man on the horse suddenly put down his sword, waved his hands frequently, and vigorously threw iron weapons that looked like guns and hooks. Drill, and suddenly the shield bearers in the front row fell down one after another, and the firearms bearers were exposed in front of the fierce cavalry!
Sheng Yong waved his hands hurriedly: "Let it go! Let it go!"
In an instant, arrows were like locusts and fireballs crackled, falling on the Yan army's cavalry. But the first batch of charging cavalry, led by King Yan, had already rushed into the firearms team. With firearms and magic blunderers in hand, how could they defeat the unparalleled Mongolian cavalry? The Confederate army's firearm formation collapsed instantly!
This is the method that King Yan and Daoyan Zhu Neng have been thinking hard about to crack the Southern Army's firearms. The iron drill was defeated in Peiping. Dao Yan's intention was to recruit dead soldiers to rush forward and throw it hard. However, King Yan felt that the southern army did not dare to kill him due to the imperial edict, so it was better to take advantage of this weakness and rush to the front without any explanation.
Sheng Yong was so anxious that he grabbed the war drum and beat it like raindrops. The cavalry on both wings of the Southern Army rushed to the rescue and blocked the Yan Army from both sides. At this time, the Yan army's central army roared into the formation, layer upon layer, and the two armies fell into a melee.
With the flags covering the sun, the war drums of both sides were beating "dong dong dong dong" loudly, swords and guns were flying, and people and horses were galloping. The arrows rained down like rain and roared like thunder. The color of the sky and the earth changed with murderous aura, blood flowed everywhere, and corpses were strewn everywhere. The sun did not know when to hide behind the clouds, and it seemed that it could not bear to watch this civil war between the same roommates.
Sheng Yong raised his sword high and cut down a Yan army's cavalry. He looked around the battlefield and assessed the situation.
After fighting for more than two hours, the Southern Army was not at a disadvantage in front of the brave Yan Army. Instead, it gradually gained the upper hand due to its large number of people. On the entire battlefield, there were basically two or three Southern troops fighting against one Yan army, and the generals on horseback were also besieging them. Sheng Yong couldn't help but smile slightly. He and Tie Xuan had been training together with Tie Xuan for more than half a year, and they had achieved results. This army of 200,000 people is much more capable of fighting than Li Jinglong's army.
Sheng Yong casually swung his sword and split a rushing Yan soldier in half from his shoulder to his chest, letting the blood spurting from his chest splatter all over his armor. From a distance, I saw a general of the Yan Army being cut off from his horse. Some Southern troops cheered: "Tan Yuan is dead! Tan Yuan is dead!" There was a commotion in the Yan Army.
Sheng Yong raised his sword and shouted: "Destroy the Yan! Destroy the Yan!" The Confederate Army suddenly became excited, and the sergeants responded high-spirited: "Destroy the Yan! Destroy the Yan!" The shouts were loud, drowning out the drums, and the morale of the Confederate Army was greatly reduced. Great promotion, Shun Jian is unstoppable!
Suddenly, there was a deafening roar, it was King Yan! "Fengtian Jingnan!" Following this roar, King Yan's big hand raised high sparkled.
Sheng Yong frowned, what is that
The southern army stopped shouting and looked at King Yan at a loss. The burly figure stood majestically on the horse, arms raised high, like a towering king.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew from the northeast to the southwest. The wind was strong and the sky was filled with dust and gravel. The clouds in the sky became lower and lower, and amidst the faint thunder, a golden dragon hovered above the clouds with its teeth and claws.
Sheng Yong was stunned, forgetting the big knife in his hand, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the sky again. The golden dragon soared upwards, opening its mouth wide, as if it wanted to pounce down. Sheng Yong screamed, and his eyes were blinded by a burst of sand and stones. When he opened his eyes again, the world was dark, and it was difficult to see his fingers. The sky was filled with dark clouds, and the golden dragon had disappeared.
Sheng Yong could not clearly see the situation on the battlefield. The gusts of wind and sand were rushing towards him more and more violently. He felt that his eyes were dizzy. How could he fight against the wind and fight again
The Yan army took the opportunity to follow the wind and kill the generals from the northeast. One group of Yan soldiers sang: "Buddha bless Yanxing!", and another group of Yan soldiers shouted: "Our Buddha is merciful! Those who surrender will not be killed!" The soldiers of the Southern Army lost all fighting spirit, threw down their weapons and armor, and surrendered one after another.
Sheng Yong understood that the situation was over, he sighed deeply, turned the horse's head, slapped the horse and fled south. A strong wind blew violently behind him, as if the Yan army were urging their horses to catch up.
Sheng Yong did not dare to stop and ran all the way to Dezhou. He rode into the city and stopped to catch his breath. Looking at the people and horses escaping behind them, there were only a few hundred cavalry. All archers, firearms, shields, spearmen, and swordsmen are all gone.
Sheng Yong looked up at the sky and couldn't help but feel his chest trembling. With a "pop" sound, a puff of blood spurted out.
On the seventh day, Sheng Yong was in a daze in the Dezhou Capital Command Yamen, looking at the memorial spread out in front of him, not knowing how to write. Suddenly there was a loud noise and clumsy footsteps. Sheng Yong raised his eyes and saw Deputy General Zuo safely leading Deputy General Wu Jie into the Yamen. Both of them were covered in blood and mud, their faces were blurred, and their hands were scarred. Wu Jie was still limping, and his leg was obviously injured, not seriously.
Deputy General Zuo was safe. He camped 150,000 people at Chenjiaqiao on the border of Shandong and Hebei, intending to join the army and then go to Jizhong. Sheng Yong was originally planning how to use this team. When he saw the situation between the two of them, his eyes turned black.
As soon as the two came in, they knelt down and said, "General! The last general is guilty!"
Sheng Yong frowned: "What?"
Ping An's eyes were filled with tears: "In the end, the whole army was wiped out, and only these few escaped." He pointed to about a hundred soldiers behind him, all of them were in a miserable state without their helmets and armor.
Shenghuo stood up: "How could that happen?"
Ping An lowered his head: "The general found out that the Yan army won at Jiahe and the general was going to Zhending. The general intercepted him at Sicheng (today's east of Shijiazhuang, Hebei) and sent troops to the Hutuo River." He looked at Sheng Yong. Said: "We really have to defend the important ground. The last general has strong bows, crossbows and firearms battalions, and is stronger than the Yan army."
Sheng Yong sat down slowly: "Go on!"
Ping An looked sideways at the window, as if reminiscing or in a trance: "The battle started before dawn at 3:00 the day before yesterday. Our army was brave and outnumbered the Yan army. The location was favorable and the people were friendly, so we gradually gained the upper hand. Wu Jie also One of the generals of the Yan army was killed. The last general also shot down the Yan army's handsome flag with one arrow."
Sheng Yong said expressionlessly: "What then?"
An unbelievable look appeared on Ping An's face: "Then King Yan put something in his palm, something sparkling, and shouted 'Fengtian Jingnan', and suddenly the wind blew up and rushed towards our army! The grass and leaves along the Hutuo River were originally deep and luxuriant. , the trees were uprooted! Several huts were also blown down!"
Ping An was both frightened and disbelieving: "There was a faint sound of wind and thunder in the air, and I seemed to see a dragon, a golden dragon! When I rubbed my eyes and looked again, it was gone." Probably because he felt ridiculous, he lowered his head: "Maybe I was wrong."
Wu Jie interjected: "I also saw a dragon! The general didn't dare to say anything, so he bent his bow and shot an arrow. He didn't want to sit down on his horse, so he was frightened, and the general fell off, and then the dragon was no longer visible."
Ping An looked dazed: "Our army's sergeants fled in fear, and the Yan army sang ballads, showed off their power, and shouted..." He seemed to be thinking.
Sheng Yong said softly: "The way of heaven cannot be violated, and the Buddha will bless Yanxing."
Ping An trembled: "That's it! That's it." He couldn't bear it any longer and cried bitterly on the ground: "General! The whole army has been wiped out! The general refuses to accept it!" He punched the ground with both fists: "Rebellious ministers and traitors, evil ways!"
Sheng Yong remained silent.
After crying for a long time, Ping An raised his head and looked at Sheng Yong's silent and expressionless face. He gradually understood and said in a trembling voice: "Is it the general?"
Sheng Yong remained motionless and nodded for a long time: "Bangfeng, golden dragon."
Ping An was shocked and finally collapsed: "General!"
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Sheng Yong was defeated in Jiahe, Shandong, and Ping'an was defeated in Sicheng, Hebei. From then on, the war entered a stalemate stage. The Yan army could not attack Jinan, and the Southern army could not regain the Yan army's territory. After several small battles, both sides had their own winners and losers.
The imperial army suffered few casualties, and most of the sergeants surrendered. According to his usual practice, the King of Yan assigned various generals to pick up the prisoners, and carefully asked each of them where they were born, their names, and whether they wanted to go or stay. Most of the Southern troops were from Jiangnan and wanted to go home for a long time. However, if the deserters were discovered, they would definitely die. Some people used their brains to return to Jiangnan anonymously, but more of them stayed in the ranks of the Yan army. The Yan army suddenly increased by more than 200,000 people, and there were countless bows, arrows, firearms, horses, and rations, all of which were counted one by one.
Zhu Di was a little distracted when he listened to Zhu Neng's report. Looking at the glazed tower in his hand, it seemed that it was about to become transparent, and the colorful light slowly flowed in the tower.
Does this count as a catastrophe approaching? What is that tribulation? Can you get through by yourself
And will she be implicated
Looking south, there is mist. When can I see my beloved again
In the Battle of Jingnan, the Yan army had the help of wind in three battles at Baigou River, Jiahe and Hongcheng, and its victory was incredible. Chengzu of the Ming Dynasty said to himself, "This is a gift from heaven, not from human power."