Just after dawn, the coldness of the bones in the northern part of the night has not completely faded away, and the slight autumn breeze has brought some new chills.
Fifteen miles outside the north gate of Ningyuan City, the slave camp began to agitate.
First, the soldiers were awakened by a burst of low-pitched horns. One by one, they drank mare cumin, biting beef and mutton, as their breakfast.
Then, Sukhbaru, who was still asleep, was awakened by his soldiers. He yawned, rubbed his astringent eyes, and found that the dawn had penetrated into his marching tent.
Sukhbaru lifted the leather quilt, propped up the leather cushion under the bed with his left hand, bent over and shrank his legs, and got up from the bed.
"Where are the soldiers? Are you all up?" Sukhbaru asked his guards as he dressed.
"The soldiers are all up and are now eating breakfast." As the soldier said, he stuffed a large piece of cooked beef into his mouth.
It’s autumn, and it’s too early to freeze. The Jurchen’s breakfast does not need to be fired. A few pieces of cooked beef or lamb are served with cold mare cumin, which is their most delicious breakfast.
Sukhbaru had already fastened his clothes and belt. He took the cooked beef and mare kumm delivered by the soldiers, while eating and drinking, while listening to the movement outside.
The soldiers were chattering, and the tranquility of the morning was torn apart by them.
But Sukhbaru's brows stretched out. Now that the soldiers have time to speak, they should have eaten and drunk enough.
He returned the leftover cooked beef and the leftover mare kumiss to the soldiers, and then gave his big beard mouth, "Go, go outside and see."
"Uh really came!" Someone whispered, and the audience immediately calmed down, and the military camp restored its inherent tranquility.
Sukhbaru liked this feeling very much, and the soldiers respected him as always.
"Are you all fed and drunk?" Sukhbaru slowly passed through the group of soldiers.
"Yes, it's true." Not many people answered, but they were neat.
"Since you have enough food and drink, then get on your horse and line up." Sukhbaru took the reins handed over by the soldiers, put his left foot into the saddle, leaped forward, and stepped firmly on the horse's back.
Mounting and platooning are the basis of equestrian skills that the Jurchens have trained since they were young. After a while, all the soldiers sat on horsebacks.
Eight cattle records, eight columns, lined up in front of Sukhbaru.
"Leave a Jurchen Niulu guarding the big tent, and the rest will go with me to attack Ningyuan City. Ningyuan is the inherent territory of the Jurchens, and we have to take it back from the Han people at all." Sukhbaru's pre-war mobilization So simple.
Even without Sukhbaru’s pre-war mobilization, these people who learned to ride and shoot since childhood and were accustomed to the life of killing, heard that there was a battle to fight, and even their groin was full of strength.
"Retake Ningyuan and swear to kill Han slaves!" The neat voice echoed rhythmically around the barracks, almost reaching Ningyuan City.
The Niulu's face, who stayed behind the big tent, was really bitter, and his soldiers were also very upset. It seemed that their fore really hadn't been trusted by Sukhbaru.
"Erzhen, why should we stay behind the big account? Why can't we go back to Ningyuan?" The Jurchen Niu Luzhen who stayed behind the big account finally mustered up the courage to make his request to Sukhbaru.
"Yeah! Uh, why should we stay behind the big tent? Let the Han people stay behind the big tent!" In requesting the expedition, the soldiers fully supported their Niu Luzhen.
"Presumptuous!" Sukhbaru cried out, and all the soldiers immediately closed their mouths, even if they didn't have time to close their mouths, they didn't dare to make any noise. "The big tent is the core of the whole army. There are beef, mutton and mare's milk wine that we depend on for survival. If there is something wrong with the big tent, do you plan to drink the northwest wind?"
"Yes, really." The Niu Luzhen left the queue and took his soldiers to return to the big tent. He continued to eat his beef and mutton and drank his horse milk wine. The soldier who didn't sleep well planned to go back to the cage. feel.
Can't go to the battlefield to plunder property, the soldiers are all listless, even the cow head is really bowed, as if ashamed of his soldiers.
"Niulu of the Han Army, take the ladder to attack the city, and set off immediately." Sukhbaru didn't have the mind to consider the mood of his subordinates. He was thinking whether he could capture Ningyuan before lunch and go to the city for a hot meal. , It would be even better if there were a few more beautiful Han girls.
The Han people in the city were originally citizens of the Dajin Nation, but when they were occupied by the Ming army in Ningyuan City, they did not die in their lives, and Sukhbaru no longer regarded them as the citizens of the Dajin Nation. Why do they call them volatile Han people
The peace in the wild was shattered by the clatter of horseshoes, and the air was filled with excitement, excitement, and anticipation.
Within the time of a stick of incense, Sukhbaru took his soldiers to the north gate of Ningyuan. At a distance of 1,500 steps from the city gate, all the soldiers stopped.
"Han Army Niu Lu, attack." Sukhbaru's majestic voice echoed unscrupulously in the ears of every Han soldier.
The Han soldiers did not hesitate. They dismounted, in groups of ten, carrying a long siege ladder, and quickly approached the gate of Ningyuan.
"Uh, how can you let the Han people take the front line? With their weak combat power, we will definitely lose our spirit." Oribu was very dissatisfied with Sukhbaru's approach.
"Pioneer? Haha, Ori no, no wonder you can only serve as my Zalan Zhangjing." Sukhbaru patted Oribu's back hard, "I just asked them to send the siege ladder to the city. , The real siege, haha, it's not their turn yet."
"..."
Ning Yuan, on the head of the North City Gate.
Li Xing hid behind the parapet wall, poking his head out from time to time, observing every move of Jian slave.
"Let the Han army come to die? Interesting, it seems that the leader of the slave building is not entirely rash."
"The brigade seat, a thousand steps, has entered the range of the artillery." The observers loudly reminded Li Xing.
When the Ming army was defeated in Ningyuan, not only did the soldiers fail to withdraw in time, but also left a large amount of supplies. There were hundreds of artillery pieces. The slaves were sorted out and the intact artillery was reinstalled in various cities in Liaodong, Ningyuan City. It was the forefront of the confrontation between Jiannu and Daming. Eight artillery guns were installed at each gate.
"Each four artillery guns are a group, focus on one aerial ladder, not to destroy all, and strive to destroy one is one." According to the previous plan, Li Xing decisively issued the order.
"Boom... Long..."
"Boom... Long..."
"Boom... Long..."
…
Eight solid bullets stared at the two ladders respectively. But the striking range of the solid bullet is too small. If it cannot directly hit the target, it can only rely on the distance swept by the solid bullet when it rolls forward.
A solid bullet hit less than one step on the right side of the ladder, and a soldier following the ladder was hit in the front of the chest. The soldier was still standing far away, but the solid bullet passed through his body. A cave larger than a fist was left behind on his chest, and blood immediately spurted out to the front and back of his body at the same time.
The soldier's body remained in balance until the blood in his body ran out, and he fell softly.
Under the high pressure of building slaves, the soldiers of the Han army did not have time to grieve for their comrades. They lowered their heads and continued to approach the city wall.
"Hey!" The gunner who fired the gun just now felt sorry for a while. If he was taking a step to the left, the ladder should be destroyed.
Li Xing saw the flying trajectory of the solid bullet, and he said loudly to the gunner: "Lower the muzzle and try to fall in front of the ladder."
The gunners adjusted their muzzle quickly. Fortunately, the city was full of infantry, and they also carried a heavy ladder, which was not fast.
There are eight solid bullets again.
This time the gunner’s luck was too good. A solid bullet directly hit the middle of the ladder. The middle of the ladder suddenly broke, and the fracture slammed into the ground, but the two sections of the ladder were lifted up.
Of the two soldiers in the middle of the ladder, one was crushed to death by the ladder’s alive, and the other was stabbed in the chest by the fracture of the ladder. He immediately lost three thousand li; the two sections of the ladder rose rapidly and threw the four soldiers carrying the ladder directly into the air. , And then fell heavily to the ground.
In the third wave of shelling, a solid bullet bounced from the ground and hit the tail of an aerial ladder. The kinetic energy of the solid bullet was quickly transferred to the aerial ladder. How far was the tail of the ladder, and the four soldiers carrying the tail of the ladder were also overturned to the ground and could no longer get up.
"Brigade seat, they have entered a hundred steps." The observer reminded Li Xing again.
Li Xingjiang poked his head out of the crenel. He found that these Han soldiers were not ready to shoot bows and arrows at all. They just carried the ladder and ran all the way down the city. "Don't be nervous, these Han soldiers are not capable of fighting, so let them fight after 50 steps ."
The closer the distance, the higher the hit rate of the flintlock. Moreover, once a Han soldier enters 50 meters, even if he wants to run back without being hit by the flintlock, the time he will be exposed to the flintlock will be longer. long.
"Brigade seat, fifty steps away."
"Shoot." The gunmen finally waited for Li Xing's order.
"boom."
"boom."
"boom."
…
The gunmen had long aimed at their target, with 300 rounds of bullets, and within a range of 50 steps, the hit rate was greatly improved.
Different gunners may have aimed at the same soldier. Many soldiers were shot twice or even three times.
More than 60% of the soldiers of the Han army fell, and a few soldiers were still overwhelmed by the ladder in their hands. The fallen soldiers were temporarily numb, but they soon woke up, and the screams on the battlefield almost overwhelmed the sound of flintlocks.
Those uninjured soldiers found that something was wrong. Although the sound of the artillery was scary just now, there were only ten soldiers who were killed or wounded. Now there is only one wave of shooting, and they have fallen by more than 60%.
The soldiers of the Han army wanted to give full play to their speed advantage, and no one was the leader, but the soldiers ran back in unison, just like the tide of the Qiantang River, after being blocked by the embankment, returned home.
The gunmen did not give them enough time to escape, and when they turned around, the second wave of 300 rounds flew to their backs.
The smaller the number of people, the more likely it is to be targeted.
Among the more than forty soldiers, more than 30 soldiers fell, and the remaining Han soldiers were no more than ten.
"Don't waste bullets, let them go back! Let them tell every Han soldier of the power of our flintlock, and let the Han soldiers turn around as soon as possible, hoping that they will no longer serve the slaves." Li Xing stopped the gunmen. The third round of shooting.