It was just getting bright, and the sea breeze blowing from the beach in the distance still made people feel a little rustling, and the cold was still pressing through the window. In the battalion of the Second Division, the cooking soldiers had already got up and were busy under the dim candlelight. Their clothes were almost drenched with sweat, but no one complained. Instead, they were full of expectations for the march during the day.
At Mao Shizheng, a long copper trumpet broke the silence of the night, and the barracks of the Second Division suddenly became dry and moved. The soldiers quickly got dressed, grabbed the washbasin and washed their faces with cold water. Under the stimulation of the cold water, the soldiers had dispelled the sleepiness under their eyelids, and the smell of braised pork had already penetrated their noses.
Ning Xianlong holding a large sea bowl, came to the soldiers, "Brothers, you have to eat a full breakfast, eat more dry food, and eat less thin ones. Today, I have to run for a whole day, and there may be no time for peeing on the road."
"Yes, Master." The soldiers agreed, but they roared with laughter. The food in their bowl was exactly the same as Ning Xianlong, except for the white rice, which was vegetables, tofu, and a lot of pork belly.
"Master, I heard that Jiannu was very brave in the war, is it true?" A very young soldier leaned close to Ning Xianlong. He looked at most twenty years old, his beard had not grown, his face Exuding a childishness.
"Pillar, what do you say?" Ning Xianlong asked back, "Are you afraid of establishing slaves?"
The soldier who called the pillar hesitated for a while, and shook his head: "Not afraid."
"Haha, the pillar, that's good." Ning Xianlong cast an appreciative look at the pillar, and then swept across the surrounding soldiers: "Brothers, the first division has wiped out the 18 Niu Lu of Jiannu. With more than 1,800 people, will our second division be worse than the first division?"
"No, how could we be worse than the First Division?" The soldiers showed an unconvinced expression on their faces. Some soldiers even put down their jobs, as if they were about to compete with the First Division immediately.
"Yes, we are all your Majesty’s army, and no one is worse than anyone." Ning Xianlong swallowed the food in his mouth. "The first division has annihilated the 18 Niu Lus who built slaves, and now Jinzhou City, only Two cattle records."
"Only two?" The soldiers showed disappointed expressions on their faces. Even if they eliminated these two Niu Lus, their military merits would still be inferior to that of the First Division.
Ning Xianlong nodded. Seeing that more and more soldiers were surrounding him, he simply started the starter meeting: "Maybe the slave-building reinforcements have arrived in Jinzhou. We happened to pack up with the reinforcements and Jinzhou, and our officers would not lose at that time. In the first division."
"Master, how many people will there be reinforcements to build slaves? Will there be more than eighteen Niu Lu?" The courage of some soldiers was inspired again. They hoped that the more reinforcements to build slaves, the better, so that their military merits can be achieved. Overwhelming the first division.
"It's still not clear. However, the population of Jian slaves is far less than that of the Han people, and their reinforcements will not be too much." Ning Xianlong worried that the soldiers would be discouraged, and added: "No matter how many people there are in the support of slaves, as long as we can The capture of Jinzhou is to defend the territories and open up frontiers for Daming, and you will surely be rewarded by your majesty."
"Keep the land and open the frontier! Keep the land and open the frontier!" Some of the soldiers who had eaten their food had already put down their bowls and chopsticks. They seemed to be practicing, and they automatically shouted their proficient slogans. Those soldiers who were still eating were not to be outdone, and not only shouted. With the slogan, he stretched his bowl and chopsticks into the sky like a sword.
"If you are not afraid to build slaves, I can rest assured. This is the first time we have made contributions to Daming. Since the army has entrusted us with such a glorious and sacred task, we must cherish this opportunity, no matter what the cost, We all have to complete the task, otherwise, no one will have the face to fight to open up the border for Daming."
"Yes, division." The soldiers' voices were neat and sonorous, "We will definitely take Jinzhou."
When Mao Shi was about to end, the officers and soldiers of the Second Division left the barracks one by one. They rode out from the North City Gate and rushed directly to Jinzhou in the north.
The farmland in the wild is very desolate, the turquoise has already faded away from their coats, revealing the fiery red or withered yellow underwear inside, and occasionally a few farmers are working on their own land, and the vast wilderness appears more and more empty.
None of the soldiers had the mind to observe the farmer’s labor or crops. The rush of horseshoes was the only connection between their sense organs and the outside world.
When the sun was still halfway up the mountain, Ning Xianlong stopped his horse and asked the soldiers beside him: "How far is it from Jinzhou now?"
"Division, there are still fifty miles." The soldiers also slowed down with Ning Xianlong.
"Fifty li?" Ning Xianlong looked around, and the shadow of Jinzhou City was invisible. Only the faintly green mountain peaks to the west, one after the other, looked more and more lofty under the shining of the setting sun, "too far," Go forward another thirty miles."
The army drove north again, and the dust raised by the horse began to block the sunlight in the western sky. From the gap of the dust, the sunset glow was like a red pockmarked face.
"Master, it's only twenty miles away from Jinzhou." The soldiers hurried two steps and walked side by side with Ning Xianlong.
Ning Xianlong stopped his horse again and looked forward as much as possible. At the end of the empty plain, he vaguely saw a castle lying on his way forward.
"Rest on the spot, replenish food and water." Ning Xianlong leaped off his horse, and the soldiers handed him dry food and a kettle.
The soldiers also got off their horses. They randomly found a flat piece of ground or a slightly raised stone, and then squatted on the ground in groups of three or five, ate the cold water in the kettle, and ate the dry food they carried with them.
About a month later, Ning Xianlong summoned three brigade commanders and whispered a few words. All the soldiers acted immediately.
Near the second shift, a group of hundreds of Han Chinese people, dressed in ragged clothes, stumbled, screamed and rushed to the South City Gate of Jinzhou.
The guard at the head of the city became vigilant: "Who? If we get closer to the city wall, we will let go of our arrows."
The city is full of the noise and crying of Han people, but the Jurchens at the head of the city can't understand what they are shouting, and why they are crying.
The seven or eight Jurchen defenders who arrived one after another had already set up their bows and arrows, ready to shoot at these defensive Han people.
A Han citizen, also in ragged clothes, desperately stopped the crying of the fellow Han people. He shouted to the city in Jurchen language: "The Jurchen brothers in the city, we are the Han people of Ningyuan City. China grows food."
"Han? Ning Yuan? Then why don't you stay in Ningyuan, why don't you run to Jinzhou? You Han slaves, don't you want to rebel?" The Jurchen soldiers' bows and arrows are already aiming at these Han soldiers.
"Brother Jurchen, Ningyuan City has been conquered by the Ming army, and the people nearby have been massacred by the Ming army, and we are the only ones left." Maybe it is because of the lingering fear of the Ming army's killing, the voice of this Han Chinese citizen is slightly slightly trembling.
Under the faint moonlight, the Jurchen soldiers discovered that beside this Han Chinese, there was an old man who had slumped his waist. The old man was leaning on this Han Chinese. He was only as tall as this Han Chinese. The chest is flush.
"Ningyuan City is broken?" The Jurchen soldier was shocked, "Then what about us?"
"Your forehead is still outside the city of Ningyuan. He is fighting the Ming army and is preparing to retake Ningyuan." The words of the Han people rekindled hope for the Jurchen soldiers at the head of the city.
"Damn, our foreheads are really fighting, but you Han slaves fled to Jinzhou." The soldiers in the city yelled.
"Brother Jurchen, we are just people, and we won't take up arms to fight, so I really want us to withdraw to Jinzhou first, so that we can continue to grow food for Dajin Nation."
There was silence at the head of the city, and the Jurchen soldier was obviously discussing something with his companion.
"Brother Jurchen, quickly open the city gate and let us go in to avoid the wind!" The Han Chinese people may be suffering from the double blow of hunger and cold, their words are trembling, and they are becoming more and more unfavorable.
"No, it's dark now, we can't let you into the city." The Jurchen soldier flatly refused.
"Brother Jurchen, we have been on our way for a few days. Many brothers have not eaten anything for three days. Let us give us some food first!" the Han people begged.
The Jurchen soldiers looked down the city, and saw that many Han Chinese people had already lay crookedly on the ground, and they seemed to have no strength to stand up.
"Who are your brothers? You Han dogs, how dare you leave us behind?" the Jurchen soldier yelled.
"Ao, you are our master! Master, save their lives first. If they survive, they will grow food for the Dajin Nation. This is approved by the Great Khan." In the moonlight, the Chinese people have already bent their waists. , He could not wait to kneel down to the soldiers at the head of the city.
The Han people under the city seemed to have known that the Jurchen soldiers at the head of the city refused to let them enter the city, refused to give them food, and cries and groans resounded outside the southern city gate again.
"What are you arguing about? We will shoot arrows any more." The Jurchen soldier was furious.
However, the Han people under the city did not understand their warnings. The sound of the sky and the earth rang out far in the night, drowning all the nearby sounds, including the sounds of birds and insects.
"Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." The Jurchen soldiers released their arrows, but the Han people were outside their bows and arrows. Apart from bluffing, they could not scare the Han people outside the city.
The cries of the Han people under the city grew louder and louder, with desperate groans mixed in between them. Under the empty night sky, it looked like a pack of wolves roaring, like a white ape wailing, and it seemed that they were being ordered by evil spirits.
After a long standoff, the Jurchen soldiers couldn’t help. The Han people said that Ningyuan City has been lost and they don’t know if the information is true. They must report the information to Ezhen in the city as soon as possible. “You wait, let’s ask our Ezhen. ."
The Han Chinese who knew the Jurchen language conveyed the words of the Jurchen soldiers to the surrounding people in Chinese. The cries of the people did not stop, but became louder and denser. The countless cries became one piece, just like in the Olympic Games. Carry on the crying relay race.
A Jurchen soldier went down to the head of the city and went to the Jurchen Barracks with a small cannon.
Hearing that Ningyuan City was occupied by the Ming army, the sergeants in the city were shocked. They didn't know whether this information was accurate. Almost all the sergeants were concentrated at the Nancheng Gate. They wanted to personally get the truth from the Han people.
Outside the north gate of Jinzhou City, several partridges called repeatedly, but they did not get any response from the night sky, nor did they attract the attention of the guards on the top of the city.
"According to the original plan, one group climbed the city and opened the city gate immediately after reaching the top of the city; the second group took cover, and if any soldiers who built slaves were found at the top of the city, they shot them immediately.