Before the third row of soldiers took the shot, the rush of horseshoes disappeared, and only the masterless war horses slowly strolled in front.
"Could it be that just such a small number of people are here to build slaves?" Du Tong was surprised. The battle hadn't been fought so much, could it be over
He looked around, the boundless night enveloped the entire Xiping Fort, except for the wounded soldiers rolling on the ground and calling, he could see nothing and hear nothing.
"Light a torch and see if there are any slaves pretending to be dead. Everyone must make up for it."
The soldiers raised a torch in one hand and a saber in the other, and surrounded the place where the Jurchen fell. All the Jurchen soldiers on the ground, whether dead or alive, were given a knife by the Ming army, either in the throat, or in the chest, or in the lower abdomen. , Are deadly places.
Du Tong saw that the soldiers had completed the repair soon, and couldn't help frowning: "How many slaves are there?"
"Rapporteur, there are two hundred corpses."
"Only two hundred? Not even a single cattle record? No wonder the battle ended so soon." In the darkness, Du Tong shrugged and made an exaggerated expression, regardless of whether others could see it, "Be careful, inside the city. And the cavalry who built slaves."
"Master, we have looked for a slave just now, there is no hidden slave."
"They may still be in the barracks, maybe they are on the way here," Du Tong didn't believe that with such intensive gunfire, the Jian slaves in the city could still sleep soundly. "Take the regiment as a unit and cooperate with each other to search for Jian slaves. The regiment guarded the city gate, and the two regiments advanced along the city wall north and south to accommodate soldiers from outside the city entering the city. The remaining six regiments searched independently and paid attention to mutual protection."
"Yes, Master."
The soldiers each took on their own missions. Just now they completely wiped out and built slaves. Their confidence increased greatly and they were no longer as scared as they were at the beginning. It turned out that in front of flintlock guns, Jian slaves had no chance to fight back.
The Ming New Army has a three-three system. Each division has three brigades and each brigade has three regiments. One division is nine regiments, and each regiment has about 1,000 people.
Except for the regiment guarding the city gate, the other eight regiments, forming the shooting team, all went down to the city.
In the darkness, the Ming army couldn't see the enemy clearly. As long as the wind and grass moved, there were just a few bullets.
There were gunshots everywhere in the city, and the building of slaves panicked. They knew that the Ming army had entered the city in large numbers. Xipingbao could not keep it, but they hoped to save their lives.
Jia La'e, who was guarding Xipingbao, pricked his ears and listened carefully for a while, "Brothers, the voice of the East Gate is the weakest, let's retreat from the East Gate quickly."
Hundreds of Jurchen cavalry, taking advantage of the cover of night, rushed to the east gate. In order to avoid the Ming army along the way, they walked through the streets and into the alleys from time to time according to the gunshots of the Ming army. .
After finally arriving at the East City Gate, I found that the area around the East City Gate was quiet, and there was no Ming army at all. "Huh? Did all the Ming army enter the city and didn't send anyone to guard the city gate?"
"boom."
"boom."
"boom."
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Before the words fell, there was a dense sound of flintlock guns in the darkness.
"No, there is an ambush of the Ming army, quickly drive the horse to the front."
The Jurchen soldiers all drove the war horse to the front, using the huge body of the war horse to block the flintlock bullets, they catted to the waist and followed behind the horse.
The horse was too heavy, one or two bullets could not knock it down at all. The Jurchen soldiers followed behind, and desperately beat the horse's butt with a whip, even if it hurt the horse, he could run forward for a while.
"No, the horses rushed over, quickly move away." The soldier in the front row shouted loudly, regardless of whether the slave soldiers understood it or not.
The gunman was forced to dodge to both sides, giving way to the middle road.
The flintlocks in their hands are still shooting, but they are a bit messy.
Fortunately, the Jurchen soldiers only wanted to escape for their lives, and there was no time to fight back. If the fighting took place during the day, it would be strange that these Ming army gunmen were not slaughtered.
Although it was protected by a war horse, it took too long to walk a hundred steps. The Ming army had fired three rounds, and the Jurchen cavalry still suffered more than half of the casualties.
The Jurchen soldiers flew through the gap between the Ming army and rushed to the city gate together. The gunmen followed the Jurchen’s footsteps and chased them all the time.
There were so many horses that they almost blocked the gate of the South City, especially the wounded horses, which couldn't be driven away. The Jurchen soldiers were shocked. They scattered the horses and crowded forward.
In the darkness, some cunning Jurchen soldiers squeezed to the front of the crowd, using their companions to block the flintlock bullets behind them.
The gate was too small, and the Jurchen soldiers were relatively concentrated. The Ming army’s flintlocks were also very concentrated. Most of the Jurchen soldiers who had escaped the flintlocks just now fell at the gate.
There is always a sparseness in Hundred Secrets. Although the Ming army chased and shot for a while, nearly Hundred Jurchen soldiers escaped the city gate.
The horses of the 7th Division stayed outside the city. Once the Jurchen soldiers left the city, they would be like fish entering the sea and wolves walking in the grassland. With the cover of night, the Ming army could not catch up even if they wanted to chase them.
The defenders at the Nancheng Gate were downcast. Although they shot most of the Jurchen soldiers, but not all of them. I don't know if the division commander and the commander knew whether they did meritorious service or suffered.
In Xipingbao, the sparse gunfire continued until the second half of the night before it gradually ceased.
The small Xiping Fort has been searched by Ming troops three times, but no one can guarantee that no slaves have been hidden, and the guards of the four gates have not been removed. They have been waiting for the Jurchen soldiers who slipped through the net.
The Ming army took a nap, and after dawn, the soldiers searched the fort twice, but there was still no gain.
"Collect Jiannu's corpses and see how many Jiannus slipped through the net." Yu Chongxiao had a gloomy face. Although the soldiers had no casualties when they outsmarted Xipingbao, the Ming army was a complete victory, but Yuan Chonghuan explained that he must wipe out the Xipingbao. The goal of establishing slaves has not yet been achieved.
"Yes, army seat, the cleaning of the battlefield is left to the seventh division!" Du Tong's seventh division entered the city first. It should be the first work, but Jianu escaped from his defense zone in Yu Chongxiao. In front of him, he was like a young wife who had just passed the door, rushing to pick out the dirty work.
"Yeah." Yu Chongxiao nodded, "Go, pay attention to comfort the soldiers, this is their first time on the battlefield, no one wants to be surprised."
"Yes, Sergeant!" Du Tong's nose sore, tears almost came down, he lowered his head and hid his eyes, "I blame his subordinates... I didn't expect Jiannu to break through at night, let alone Jiannu. Will use war horses to cover and break through."
Yu Chongxiao waved his hand, "Don't talk about these useless things, first go to collect the body from Jiannu, and wait until the summary meeting for the rest!"
"Yes, Army Seat." Du Tong saluted Yu Chongxiao, then quickly turned around, "Brothers, quickly, gather the bodies of Jian slaves."
Du Tong soon came to report the result to Yu Chongxiao: "One collected 1,128 slave corpses."
Yu Chongxiao responded casually: "Ao, the number of slaves who escaped should be less than one hundred."
The two looked at each other, each with their own ideas.
What Du Tong thought was that this first battle would not be perfect without slaughtering the slaves.
What Yu Chongxiao thought was that there was a fish that slipped through the net to build slaves. The message of the Northern Expedition of the Ming army would be exposed to the build slaves east of Sancha River early.
"Military seat..."
"What's the matter? Just say it if you have something!" Yu Chongxiao thought Du Tong was going to talk about the escape of a slave again.
"When the soldiers were searching for Jiannu's body, they found the bodies of more than 20 women in a dirt house near Jiannu's big tent."
"What? Woman's body?"
"Yes, Sergeant, they should have been killed last night. The blood on their bodies had just dried up, and their necks were cut by a scimitar."
"These slaves are really utterly conscience!" Yu Chongxiao squeezed my fist fiercely, "If the old man meets these beasts, they will be broken into pieces."
"Military seat, they are dead."
"Ao," Yu Chongxiao laughed mockingly, "Are these women all Han Chinese?"
Du Tong shook his head: "The people are dead. You can't tell from the furnishings in the room. However, according to the custom of establishing slaves, these women must be Han Chinese."
"These slaves did such a brutal deed. From now on, our Third Army will not accept their surrender. As long as we see them, we will kill them all." Yu Chongxiao remained angry.
"Military seat, but your majesty said, it needs strong labor..."
Yu Chongxiao's sword eyebrows bend like Jiannu's bow and arrow. He thought for a long time, "Don't give them a chance to surrender. If you see Jianu preparing to surrender with his sword, shoot him immediately before his scimitar leaves his hand."
"The army is white, the army seat." Du Tong gave a military salute to Yu Chongxiao, "this way it will not violate your majesty's order."
Xipingbao was too small to bury the bodies of these Jurchens in the city. Du Tong ordered the soldiers to get these bodies to be buried outside the city.
The soldiers acted immediately. A group of four of them grabbed the limbs of the corpse and walked out of the city slowly from the south gate.
"Idiots, aren't you tired?"
Du Tong grabbed a pair of thighs of a corpse and rotated it in the air for a full circle, adding enough kinetic energy, and then loosening his hands, the corpse flew out of the city.
With a "poof", the corpse fell outside the city, and the blood remaining in the body was thrown out, as if a master of Chinese painting was splashing ink to paint.
"Master..."
"Just like that, it's easier to throw it out!"
The soldiers do not necessarily have the strength of Du Tong. They changed to a group of two, carrying the corpse, and throwing it down from the city. Some of the more powerful soldiers, just like Du Tong, threw the corpse directly from the city. , But after throwing out two of them, they felt that they were powerless.
Du Tong clapped his hands and found that Jiannu's blood was stained on the palm of his hand. He wiped the leather armor of a corpse, and then looked at Yu Chongxiao: "Military seat, do you want to cut off Jiannu's head?"
Yu Chongxiao looked at the soldiers who were busy carrying the corpses. "No, we are in the Northern Expedition. We will not go back for the time being. It is not convenient to march with these heads. Just write down the numbers."
The Seventh Division dug a huge dirt pit outside the city, and buried more than a thousand Jurchen corpses in one pit. The pit was covered with a layer of floating soil, and it was finished.
The interior of Xiping Fort had also been cleaned up. On the same day, the Third Army was stationed in Xiping Fort.
Yu Chongxiao sent a messenger to send the original battle situation in Xipingbao to Yuan Chonghuan.