Some of the slaves who suffered minor injuries tried to climb on horsebacks, and once they got on the horses, they belonged to them again.
The Ming army filled with ammunition, with ten soldiers as a group. As long as there was a Jiannu trying to escape from the horse, it would be a mess of guns until the Jiannu lay down on the grass and there was no more sound.
Li Xing led five hundred soldiers out of the city. They did not go straight down the city, but took a detour to cut off the way back to build a slave.
The soldiers on the front of the city stopped shooting to prevent Li Xing from accidentally injuring them.
There was no need to detour to the rear at all. There was no slave building right away. Li Xing found that his plan was not available, so he directly ordered the soldiers to dismount.
Meeting Jian slaves who can stand up is just a mess.
All Jian slaves, whether dead or not, were on the ground, some lying on their stomachs, some lying down, some sideways, and some Jian slaves riding on others.
"Draw a knife, a group of three, cut off all the heads." Li Xing finally gave the order to fight melee.
If Ma Shilong were here, he would find that the First Army also had to fight hand-to-hand, but the targets of their hand-to-hand combat were all dead or close to death.
The soldiers of the First Army had never been to Liaodong before, and lacked understanding of the brutality and resilience of the slaves, so Yuan Chonghuan specifically confessed to Li Xing to prevent the slaves from dying to struggle.
Each group of three soldiers, one soldier in front of the harvest of the head of the slaves, two soldiers behind his side to protect.
Regardless of whether the establishment of a slave was dead or injured, the soldiers in front only took a shot. None of these slaves were completely dead, and the blood had not yet condensed. Every time the head was beheaded, a pillar of blood would arouse.
Li San was the soldier in charge of cutting the head level. He had never been so cool. The half-dead Jian slaves on the ground had no power to resist, one by one waiting to be hit by the knife.
He has just been the head of a slave building. Such a slave building hasn't died yet, but he was seriously injured and fell to the ground. He still has vigorous vital signs in his body.
When Li San was cutting his head, a large plume of blood rose up into the sky, and then splashed all around. His head, face, and clothes were all red with blood.
Li San wiped the blood on his face with his sleeves, preparing to harvest the next slave.
Li Xing at the back of the team suddenly felt wrong, and a dead Jian slave tilted to the side.
"Be careful..." Li Xing yelled, but he didn't have time to call out Li San's name.
Li San was wiping the blood on his face, his vision was severely blocked.
After rubbing a machete on the clothes, it gleamed with a cold light and pierced Li San from the gap between the corpses.
Li San wasn't alert at all, but the soldiers behind him saw the danger and took the lead and slashed directly at the wrist holding the knife.
Half of the forearm was cut off, and the scimitar pointed at the weak ribs drooped slightly, but the castration was not exhausted, and it was deeply implanted in the root of Li San's thigh.
The bright red blood ran down Li San's army pants with body temperature. This time, it was Li San's blood.
"Damn it!" Li Sansan was angry. He ignored the pain in his thighs and slashed with a knife. Jiannu, who lacked his arm, was chopped into several pieces without a grunt.
The soldiers rioted, and Li Xing also came to Li San to check his injuries.
Yu Xiaomao temporarily stopped harvesting the first level of building slaves, turned his head to the right, and looked at Li San's injuries from a distance.
"Ah... Hi..."
Yu Xiaomao felt that the voice was ringing in his ears, "No way..."
It was too late, and a scimitar was inserted through Yu Xiaomao's chest and came out through the body. The blood at the tip of the knife quickly gathered into a waterfall.
Jian slaves with blood all over his face, kneeling on one leg, as if expressing apology to Yu Xiaomao, then tilted his head and fell to the grass with a grinning smile on his face...
Yu Xiaomao slowly lowered his head, looked at the hilt of the knife on his chest, and then at Jiannu who had fallen on the ground. As soon as he loosened his right hand, the saber fell silently on the grass in front of him, his body swayed twice, and he was talking. At the same time as the blood was bleeding, he fell on the opposite side of Jiannu with a "puff".
Li Xing was stunned for a while, two soldiers were casualties in succession, his mind was temporarily stunned, "Retreat." He reluctantly shouted out these two words, and took the lead to withdraw from contact with Jiannu.
The soldier who was about to assassinate Yu Xiaomao's murderer had to retreat temporarily.
Li Xing left backwards, his Yu Guang glanced up to the top of the city, and Yuan Chonghuan was watching him silently.
"Trash, even a dead person can't be killed." Li Xing was so angry that he had to vent his anger on the soldiers. "The trio is re-formed, and there will be casualties again. The wounded soldier and the soldier who protected him will work together. Military accountability."
This time the soldiers were more careful, especially the two soldiers who were protecting them, their eyes widened and patrolled left and right. Until all the heads of slave building were cut off, there was no bloodshed, unless the blood of slave building was shed.
"Search." Li Xing gave the order again. He didn't expect how many silver taels could be found from Jiannu's body, but to see if there was any military information.
The identities of these slaves were obviously too low, and no valuable information was found, and only a hundred and ten taels were found in Yinliang, half of which were found on the same slave.
Li Xing called a soldier and asked him to go to the city to ask Yuan Chonghuan what to do with Jian slave's body.
Yuan Chonghuan’s reply consisted of only eight words: “Burn the corpse and clean up the battlefield.”
Jiannu's corpses were stacked on top of each other, and Li Xing personally set fire.
The raging fire can compete with the setting sun, the air is full of gray-black dust, the burnt fur emits a pungent smell, and the heat waves push the soldiers close by back.
Li Xing frowned. He looked at the fire in front of him, and then at the corpse of Yu Xiaomao lying alone on the ground. "Take the head of Jian slave and return to the city."
Li San was helped to mount his horse, and Yu Xiaomao's body was also taken back by the soldiers, and later buried in a col on the west side of Qiantun.
"Li Xing, what did you do? You can't kill even a dead person?" Yuan Chonghuan frowned. It was a zero casualty victory, but now it has been killed and injured. The military newspapers are much more ugly.
"Military seat..." Li Xing muttered, but did not dare to explain.
"Don't think that winning a battle is great. Go back and summarize and reflect." Yuan Chonghuan followed Zhu Youjian's tone.
"Yes, army seat." Li Xingjing gave a military salute, "what about these heads of slavery?"
"It's hot now, to prevent decay, first pickle it with lime, and then report to Master Sun." Yuan Chonghuan is not the highest leader of Shanhaiguan. The military newspaper must be sent by Sun Chengzong to the Ministry of War or the emperor, so Yuan Chonghuan handed the head of the slave to Sun Chengzong. .
"Military seat, the soldiers ask their subordinates to ask about the thirty-two silver patterns for each of the top-ranking slaves..." Li Xing was inconvenient to ask himself, so he had to ask the soldiers in the name.
Yuan Chonghuan knew that Zhu Youjian was not short of money.
The head of each slave building can receive thirty-year silver patterns from the court. It was set during the Tianqi period, but as long as the regulations are not explicitly abolished, it should still be valid. Moreover, the First Army is still Zhu Youjian’s direct line of troops. Brigadier Li, take care of your soldiers first. As for money matters... Your Majesty will never miss you."
"Yes, yes, army seat." Li Xingjing said in a salute, "the subordinates are going to pickle the masters of slavery to prevent rot in the heat."
Yuan Chonghuan left Qiantun and personally escorted the leader of Jiannu to Shanhaiguan to meet Sun Chengzong.
Sun Chengzong had already learned about Yuan Chonghuan's victory, "Chonghuan, how many Jian slaves did you kill?"
"My lord, we cut a total of one hundred and six first-level slaves." Yuan Chonghuan punched Sun Chengzong with a fist, which was regarded as a gift from the master.
"One hundred and six? Good, good." Sun Chengzong made tea for Yuan Chonghuan himself, "Chonghuan, is this true?"
"Behind Jiannu's head, there is a long pig tail. The adults will know it by first inspection."
"Of course it needs to be tested." Sun Chengzong couldn't sit still in his seat, "Isn't the old man not believing you, I want to know, how did you do it?"
"Flintlock, sir." Yuan Chonghuan didn't hide it. "The slaves were all fallen under the flintlock."
"The flintlock is really so powerful? What about your casualties?" Sun Chengzong is already mentally prepared. If the casualties are not too great, this time it should be a great achievement.
Yuan Chonghuan was a little frustrated: "One death and one injury occurred while clearing the battlefield."
"One death and one injury?" Sun Chengzong's eyes stared wider than Sloke's cue ball. Then he discovered his gaffe, and quickly laughed at himself: "It's not in the way! It's not in the way!"
If Yuan Chonghuan said that the casualties were more than 500, Sun Chengzong might frown; if the casualties were less than 500, it would be a good result; if the casualties were less than 200, it would be a big victory. He did not expect that the casualties of the Ming army would be less than one hundred, let alone one death and one injury.
If what Yuan Chonghuan said is true, then the combat effectiveness of the First Army has far surpassed Jiannu, let alone his Liaodong Army. The war took place in Qiantun. Under his nose, he had countless ways to verify. Yuan Chonghuan was deceiving the emperor, and he did not dare to fake military merits to deceive his Sun Chengzong.
"It seems that the old man is really old, and the offspring is terrible!" Sun Chengzong narrowed his eyes, and there was an undisguised loneliness in his eyes.
"My lord, the First Army is also under your command. Only when the adults are well-arranged can we have the opportunity to eliminate the establishment of slaves." Yuan Chonghuan is not humble. If Sun Chengzong hadn't let him guard the front, he wouldn't have eliminated them so quickly. More than one hundred built slaves.
"Haha, Chonghuan doesn't need to comfort the old man." Sun Chengzong's loneliness faded a bit. Yuan Chonghuan was pulled up by him with one hand, and he was regarded as his disciple. "The old man will report the truth to the court and ask for the first army--Chonghuan. , What are your plans for the next step?"
"My lord, have the Second Army and Third Army arrived at Shanhaiguan?"
"It has arrived, and there are a lot of artillery with them-Ma Shilong has led his troops back to Beijing, the general camp has been vacated, and they are temporarily living in the barracks." Sun Chengzong still didn't know that these were artillery, and they used the bombs. .
Yuan Chonghuan thought for a while: "My lord, since the Second Army and Third Army have arrived, I am going to regain Ningyuan in the next step."
Ning Yuan is the knot of Sun Chengzong and Yuan Chonghuan. They met and knew each other from Ning Yuan. In the face of the superior force of slave building, they were not willing to give in. This was the first "Ning Yuan victory". Yuan Chonghuan also got Sun Chengzong's extreme appreciation.
"Chonghuan, can the First Army really fight against Jiannu?"
"Yeah." Yuan Chonghuan nodded firmly, "I just don't know the deployment of Ningyuan City to build slaves."
"Haha, it seems that the old man is not worthless, at least he can do logistical assistance matters." Sun Chengzong ignored Yuan Chonghuan's suspicious look, "The old man just received the message from'Haitongqing' from Ningyuan."