"Brigade, Jiannu is packing up the wounded soldiers." Although the fire from the artillery was very dazzling, it was already very weak five hundred steps away, but the observers still found the movements of Jianu from a distance.
"Pack the wounded soldiers?" Li Xing was furious. "Don't stop the artillery. Dare to clean up the wounded soldiers. I want them to collect more and more wounded soldiers."
At the beginning of the clock, the artillery at the head of the city gradually stopped. By the moonlight, there were no standing Jian slaves on the battlefield.
The wailing below the city became weaker and weaker.
Cold, hungry, and bleeding.
More and more soldiers who were abandoned as slaves and wounded were slowly dying in despair.
Sukhbaru returned to his army tent, and the cooked beef and mare kumiss handed over by the soldiers could no longer arouse his appetite.
Including Niulu of the Han army, he took seven Niulu more than 700 soldiers to the city of Ningyuan, but only 220 soldiers came back, and the number of wounded soldiers taken back was less than 300.
He didn't know how great the Ming army's loss was, but he could not afford such a great loss. The banner owner still didn't know how to punish him.
"Uh, really, eat some beef! If you have enough energy, you will have to attack the city tomorrow!" Ori did not hand over a fast and cold cooked beef to Sukhbaru's hands.
Attack tomorrow? Sukhbaru has forgotten, or in other words, he is no longer willing to mention it. Like a tortured young wife, he took the cooked beef from Yoribou's hand, slowly stuffed it into the big mouth hidden by the thick beard, squinted his eyes, and chewed blankly.
After daybreak, the soldiers were asleep, they needed to rest, and Sukhbaru did not attack.
For three days in a row, Sukhbaru stayed in his big tent, only accompanied by kumiss every day. He neither came out nor mentioned about attacking Ning Yuan.
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Yuan Chonghuan's army, accompanied by grain and grass, and with the latest blooming shells and artillery of the Ming army, finally came to Ningyuan.
The Sun and Moon flag on the southern city gate was fluttering in the wind, seeming to be welcoming his belated army commander.
"This Li Xing is really good. In just a few days, he got a firm foothold in Ningyuan." Yuan Chonghuan and the soldiers next to him said and laughed.
The defenders of the Nancheng Gate had spotted Yuan Chonghuan a long time ago, and a soldier hurriedly went to Li Xing: "Brigade seat, the commander is here."
"Commander?" Li Xing stood up from the recliner: "Where is the commander? Is the army here?"
"It's all here, outside the South City Gate."
"Go, go to meet the commander." Li Xing ran to the Nancheng Gate first.
The soldiers opened the city gate and Li Xing ran down to meet Yuan Chonghuan.
"Military seat, you can count on it." Li Xing looked like an aggrieved child.
"Brigadier Li, yes, Ningyuan City has been firmly occupied by you, how many slaves have been cleaned up in the past few days?" Yuan Chonghuan jumped off his horse and handed the reins to the soldiers.
"Military seat, Jiannu hasn't retreated yet!" Li Xing turned and looked north, it seemed that Jiannu's big account was right in front of him.
"Jiannu? Where is Jiannu? Why can't I see it?" Yuan Chonghuan looked around, thinking that Li Xing was joking. In this broad daylight, where can I hide him
"Military seat, Jiannu camped fifteen miles outside the north gate." Li Xing pointed his hand to the north.
Yuan Chonghuan believed that what Li Xing said was true, "Outside the North Gate? How many slaves are there? What is going on?"
"Military seat." Li Xing general Sukhbaru's attack on Ningyuan briefly recounted.
"How about the casualties of the brothers?" Yuan Chonghuan had known the fighting power of the slaves for a long time. He didn't expect to build slaves with a mere eight hundred, and he dared to attack Ningyuan, a strong city defended by the first brigade with more than 3,000 people.
"The casualties of my brothers are not too great. Eleven people died, and there are twenty-three wounded."
"More than 30 casualties?" Yuan Chonghuan frowned, "Where to build slaves? How many casualties were caused by the building of slaves?"
"More than 400 people died in Jiannu alone under the city, and some of the wounded were rescued."
"Four hundred?" Yuan Chonghuan's brows gradually stretched out. "They have no more than eight Niu Lu, and more than four hundred people died. Then, together with the wounded, their remaining soldiers are no more than four hundred."
Li Xing nodded subconsciously, "But the army seat, our flintlock, can't penetrate Jian slave's shield."
"Can the flintlock be shot through? It's okay, we still have artillery, as well as blooming bullets. I don't believe it, the shield of Jian slaves is stronger than the city wall, and it can withstand Daming's blooming bullets."
Li Xing also thinks that the flower bomb can be tried, he has long been waiting for Yuan Chonghuan to bring the flower bomb.
Yuan Chonghuan held a horse whip with his back behind him and turned around twice.
"The Red Army, the first brigade and Jiannu fought a battle and confronted them for a few days. It is tired enough. Your second and third brigade will also be pulled out for training. Jiannu dares to fight Ning Yuan’s idea, and there is nothing left. Don’t let any of the four hundred slaves you have laid down."
"Yes, Army Seat."
"Ao, we must cut off their return path first, otherwise, once Jian slaves escape, their horses are fast, and we can't catch them." Yuan Chonghuan waved his hand and went into the city by himself.
Li Hongjun pulled a soldier and whispered a few words.
The soldier recruited several more soldiers and left the brigade together.
The soldiers of Ning Xianlong’s 2nd Division and Liu Yusab’s 3rd Division moved the grain and grass that Yuan Chonghuan had brought into Ningyuan City. However, the 2nd and 3rd Brigades of the First Division did not enter the city, so they camped outside the city. , Cooking.
In the evening, a few soldiers who had been scattered came back to meet Li Hongjun: "Master, with the help of the local Han people, we found a path."
Li Hongjun was overjoyed: "Okay, you go down to eat and sleep first, and raise your energy."
At the second shift, the soldiers of the Second Brigade stationed outside the South City Gate gave up all their horses. Apart from a flintlock, twenty rounds of ammunition, and five grenades, each of them had only a saber at his waist.
Under the guidance of guides and engineers, they left the barracks, quickly passed from the west of Ningyuan City, and then turned west into a remote valley.
There is a sheep farm trail in the valley. From time to time, there are thorns and weeds covering the exit of the trail. The guides and engineers constantly chop with hatchets to clear the way for the soldiers behind.
The soldiers of the Second Brigade had arrived in the mountains more than ten miles north of the North City Gate at the time of the third shift.
"Go forward slowly, so that you can no longer chop the thorns and weeds, so as not to alarm Jian slaves." Brigadier Wu Bing estimated that now he is not far from the big tent of building slaves. If Jian slaves find out at this time, they will be built slaves. In this narrow valley, the second brigade could not fight effectively. If the slaves flee, they will only be stared.
I don't know when, the moon has hung high above the head, and the last quarter moon passed through the sparse branches, quietly cascading to the bottom of the valley.
The engineer carefully identified the direction: "Brigade seat, turn over the mountain in front, and then pass through a canyon, which is the back of the slave building."
"Everyone, be careful. When you go up and down the mountain, don't step on the loose stones, and don't alarm the building of slaves." Wu Bing exhorted, and he was almost at his destination. Wu Bing didn't want to fail.
When the fourth shift was approaching, the Second Brigade finally came to the rear of Jiannu after a half-night march.
More than 3,000 soldiers lined up in three long fan-shaped lines on the north side of a slightly raised slope, traversing on the way of retreating to build slaves.
Three red fireworks rose from the ground one after another, bursting into a brilliant rainbow in the night sky, and then disappeared silently.
South of Ningyuan City, the third brigade camp.
The observer finally waited for the message. He didn't have any delay, and immediately awakened Li Hongjun: "Division, the second brigade has been deployed."
"Don't disturb the soldiers, let them sleep well, and tell the fire-headed army to have breakfast at Mao's hour and leave at hour's hour." Li Hongjun turned over and fell asleep again.
At this hour, the soldiers of the Third Brigade left the Chengnan Barracks.
All the soldiers had war horses, and they were only a few miles away. In less than half an hour, they came to the big tent of building slaves.
At a distance of 1,500 steps from the Jiannu Great Tent, all the 2,000 infantrymen were dismounted, and only the cavalry on the left and right sides were still sitting on their horses.
One thousand and two hundred infantrymen were divided into three rows, each with four hundred flintlockers, forming a long spear formation in the middle, sealing the road for Jiannu to go south.
Behind the gunmen are 800 Chinese soldiers who are responsible for protecting the artillery and the sun and moon flag.
"Uh, it's not good, the Ming army is here." Ori didn't panic and squeezed into Sukhbaru's army account.
"Ming Jun? Didn't Ming Jun make tortoises in Ningyuan City? How dare they leave the protection of the city wall?" Sukhbaru was holding the marquise jug, his face looked a little haggard, and his eyes were half-open.
Ori did not snatch Sukhbaru's kumiss: "Uh, really, wake up! The Ming army is coming."
"What? The Ming army came here?" Sukhbaru seemed to wake up from his sleep, "Where is the Ming army?"
"The Ming army is less than two thousand steps away from our big tent." Wulibu left the horse cumin on the ground, and the horse cumin gurgled to the ground.
"Passing the order, the whole army mounts, ready to attack." Sukhbaru's horse milk wine was more than half sober, "Leaving the protection of the city wall, the Ming army is tofu, how can it be the opponent of the Jurchen cavalry? They are simply here to die."
"Woo... woo..." The low voice of the Bullhorn quickly spread across all the Jurchen accounts.
"Boom... Long..."
"Boom... Long..."
"Boom... Long..."
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All 15 artillery pieces of the Ming army opened fire.
The flower bomb exploded wantonly in Jiannu's tent. Jiannu's tent was so wide that it was impossible for the flower bomb to fall on the open space.
The tent soaked in butter or mutton was immediately ignited by artillery fire.
The soldiers who built slaves had just heard the horn and had not had time to leave the tent.
Shrapnel was flying horizontally, and the tent was burning.
The wounded soldiers screamed, and the frightened horses screamed desperately because of fear.
Except for these two hysterical sounds, everything else was covered by the huge roar of artillery.
The soldiers didn't know what happened. The uninjured soldiers rushed out of the burning tents like flies. What they saw was that more tents were burning.
"Did the Ming army use the fire attack?" Ori, who is more familiar with Han people, was also stunned by the fire.
"What the hell is going on? Who can tell me?" Sukhbaru's Chinese army's big tent was also set ablaze. He was pulled out of the big tent forcibly by Ori, but he saw the whole camp turned into a sea of flames. , His horse milk wine, his beef and mutton, gave off a pungent burnt smell in the fire.