The First Marine Brigade originally had three regiments, but one regiment was temporarily formed into a cavalry and was monitoring the Jurchen soldiers in the north, in the hands of Hou Wenxing, now there are only two regiments.
He personally led the soldiers of one regiment, followed Liu He, to the North City Gate, and the other regiment followed far behind.
"General, wait a minute, I'll knock on the door!" Liu He arched his hand to Hou Wenxing and pointed to the North City Gate.
"Liu He, don't you want to run away?"
"General... Army, you can point a gun at my head, no matter how fast I run, I can't beat a bullet, right?" Liu He was so scared that his face changed color, "They will only open the door if I go."
Hou Wenxing was speechless. Liu He should have made an agreement with the Han soldiers in the city. If he broke their agreement without authorization, he might scare the Han soldiers in the city, and they wouldn't even dare to open the city gate.
He had to let Liu He go and let Liu He get close to the city gate, but a few flintlocks kept aiming at Liu He's head and back. As long as there were any abnormalities, Liu He would back up.
Liu He didn't look at the gunman behind him. He came to the city gate, first hesitated for a while, and then patted the center of the city gate three times, but there was no movement in the city.
Liu He picked up a small stone from the ground and knocked three times at the lower left corner of the city gate. Then he said to the city gate: "Brothers, open the door, I am Liu He."
Under Hou Wenxing's gaze, the city gate opened a gap with a "squeak", "Liu He, how is the conversation?"
"Ming Jun has agreed to help us find the Hun Family, open the door, Ming Jun is outside."
The city gate shook slightly, as if he was hesitating, and finally it was fully opened.
Hou Wenxing kept looking at the city gate and saw that the city gate had been completely opened. The stone in his heart was half down, "Brothers, enter the city, pay attention."
The soldiers hurried into the city with flintlock guns, pointing their guns at any area ahead, but there was no ambush inside the city gate.
More and more soldiers entered the city. After hundreds of people entered the city, Hou Wenxing gradually relaxed. Even if there were ambushes, his hundreds of soldiers were not vegetarian.
Hou Wenxing followed the last soldier and entered the city. Now the number of soldiers entering the city has exceeded 1,000. They have established a simple defensive formation on the periphery of the city gate.
The regiment outside the city also entered the city afterwards.
Hou Wenxing saw that on the northern gate of the city, there were only a few soldiers of the Han army. There were no Jurchen soldiers at all. Ao, it’s not that there were two Jurchen soldiers, but they were already corpses, no. I know whether he died of a flintlock or a scimitar on the head of the city.
"Liu He, are there no Jurchen soldiers in the city?"
"General Hou, the two Jurchen soldiers, are dead, now we are the only people on the city."
"Then... Where are the Jurchen soldiers?"
"In their big account, where is our hun family, I will take the general over."
"Liu He, are there really only a few dozen Jurchen soldiers?"
"It's true, General, you can lead the little one in the past, as long as you tell a little lie, the general will immediately unscrew the little head."
"Okay, Liu He, you will lead the way, and the others will wait at the gate for the time being."
Hou Wenxing separated a battalion of soldiers and guarded the North City Gate. The rest of the soldiers, under the guidance of Liu He, smashed the Jurchen's big tent, and now he can basically trust Liu He.
The large tents of the Jurchens include houses with earth walls and tents. Maybe they are used to tents. Even in the city, there are still a lot of tents.
Hou Wenxing estimated that at least two Niulu soldiers could be stationed in these houses and tents. The Jurchen soldiers might have been removed in large numbers because of the tightness on the east bank of the Sancha River.
The Jurchen soldiers in the big tent were startled by the rapid pace. When they saw a large number of Ming troops, they began to look for the horses.
In such a small space as the big tent, the cavalry can't accelerate at all. Apart from sitting on horseback, being high in space and gaining a superiority in the heart, there is no special benefit.
Hou Wenxing will definitely not fight hand-to-hand with Jurchen soldiers.
The Jurchen had just gotten out of the big tent, and before the horse speed was added up, he had already entered the range of the flintlock.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
There was a mess of gunfire, and a short horse-falling competition.
The scattered blood blossoms were flying in the air, and then frozen on the ground.
The dozens of Jurchen soldiers who rushed out of the big tent all fell not far from the big tent. If the Ming army could ignore it, perhaps these wounded soldiers could climb back to the big tent by themselves.
Hou Wenxing saw that there were no Jurchen soldiers active in the big tent, he made a downward gesture to the Ming army.
The soldiers were so familiar with this gesture. A group of Ming soldiers rushed to the wounded soldiers on the ground, and they all patched up their knives involuntarily, until the Jurchen soldiers were silent, and there was no twitching movement.
After so many Jurchen soldiers died, Hou Wenxing had completely believed in Liu He.
The victory of a battle is often not because one side enjoys an absolute advantage, but because the other side has made a small mistake. The Ming army's easy occupation of Gaizhou City was due to the greed and extreme contempt of the Han people by the Jurchen soldiers.
Hou Wenxing looked at the body of the Jurchen soldier on the ground, and it seemed that it was not ninety years old. "Go, go to the big account and search to see if there are any Jurchen soldiers who have slipped through the net."
There are people in the big account.
But they were not Jurchen soldiers. The Ming army found twenty young women, all with disheveled hair, messy clothes and broken clothes, and even their eyes were dull, as if they had come from a mental hospital.
The soldiers brought these women to Hou Wenxing. Before Hou Wenxing had time to question, Liu He squeezed from the crowd: "Hun family!"
"The head?"
Among the women, the woman with scattered long hair and almost completely covering her face suddenly flashed in her eyes. She stretched out her dirty fingers from the crowd, desperately trying to grab Liu He's arm that stretched far away.
Liu He took a step forward, and wanted to be greeted, but stopped, and looked back at Hou Wenxing: "General..."
Of course Hou Wenxing understood what was going on, and he nodded at Liu He.
Liu He rushed to the woman quickly, opened his arms, and was about to hug him; his hun family also pushed away the woman who blocked her sight, and rushed towards Liu He.
Hou Wenxing was happy, he was about to see this earth-shattering embrace, and believed that many soldiers were watching at this time.
Liu He ignored everyone's gazes, and hurriedly hugged his hun family.
The woman who rushed over just now flashed her body, avoiding Liu He's arms: "No..."
Liu He was dumbfounded. He stood blankly in front of the woman, like a sculpture. He even stopped moving his eyes, only uttering a single syllable: "You..."
The woman shook her head, held her head in her hands, seemed to be tearing her own hair, and uttered a hysterical call: "No..."
This life call made Liu He's soul out of his body. He also woke up with this call, his stiff body regained its vitality, he rushed over and held the woman tightly regardless of the woman still crying in…
If Liu He were a soldier in the Marine Corps, Hou Wenxing believed that he would come to applause. Such a beautiful picture would definitely be fixed in every soldier's heart forever, although this picture is a bit poignant.
Life and death, the soldiers have seen a lot, not to mention this is just a survivor. The key is that Liu He was just a soldier of the Jurchen.
Hou Wenxing winked, and the soldiers began to urge Liu He by his side: "Liu He, your hun family has been retrieved. There will be time in the future. You can help the other women and find their head first!"
"Yes, Jun Ye!" Liu He let go of the woman's back, but he touched the woman's face with his hands. He separated the woman's scattered hair and wiped away the tears from the woman's face with his sleeves.
The tears just washed away the dirt on her face. The messy hair that originally covered her face was also entangled behind her ears by Liu He. A dignified and beautiful face appeared in everyone's eyes.
The woman was relieved by Liu He's comfort, she was closing her eyes and supporting Liu He's body at this time.
"Liu He, haven't you taken your beautiful wife home? Be careful..."
Liu He stared fiercely at the source of the sound and found that it was a soldier of the Ming Army who dared not act. He took the woman's right hand: "Go, let's go home."
Li Changshan then entered the city. With Gaizhou, the First Marine Division took root on the east side of Sancha River. They may threaten Dorgon’s white flag at any time. They retreat and have Gaizhou. In the city, the Jurchen soldiers couldn't help them for a while.
But Li Changshan is not a person who is content with the status quo. That night, he was ready to go north.
Hou Wenxing and others rushed to discourage: "Master, now the Second Marine Division and Third Division have not followed up. We are going north alone, are we a bit aggressive?"
Li Changshan nodded slowly: "I also know that there are some rash advances, but Commander Yuan in Sancha Hexi is afraid that he would have been impatient for a long time."
"Master, then we can't rush in. The heavy soldiers with the white flag will definitely be stationed on the east bank of the Sancha River. If we go north, we will face the white flag independently."
"Well, we will be stationed in Gaizhou for another day. At that time, the second and third divisions should not be far from Gaizhou. If the fighting is fierce, they should be able to catch up."
Sure enough, Li Changshan only stayed for one day. During this day, he sent out three messages one after another.
Just after dawn, the First Marine Division left Gaizhou. Only one company was left in the city. With the assistance of Liu He and others, the daily order in the city was maintained. Before the arrival of the second and third divisions, the city gates must be closed. of.
Li Changshan clings to the coastline of northeast Gaizhou, avoiding the sight of Yaozhou City, and heads directly to Jurchen's No. 3 tent.
In the afternoon, the First Marine Division finally found the Jurchen's No. 3 account.
The Jurchen soldiers in the No. 3 tent also discovered the Ming army outside. They were shocked, thinking that the Ming army had broken through Sanchahe's defense from a certain place.
The Ming army must be beaten back!
Almost all the Jurchen soldiers had left their big tents, their horses stomping on the ground, like the sound of sharpening a knife.
The six hundred female archers are ready to bow and arrow. They are at the forefront of the team, like a pack of wolves hunting collectively, clamoring towards the sheep on the opposite side.
Li Changshan had already set up a defensive formation. In front of the cavalry, he dared not make any mistakes. All the soldiers were quietly staring at the 100-step line in front.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
The Jurchen soldiers were hit by flintlocks before they reached the range of their bows and arrows.
They have already seen the Ming army’s flintlocks. The firing range of the flintlocks exceeds their bows and arrows. They already know about it, so they are not surprised at all. They only want to rely on the speed of the horses to get close to the Ming army quickly. The army, hand-to-hand combat, is the world of Jurchen.
The Jurchen archers fell from the horses one by one, but the distance between them and the Ming army did not decrease. The Ming army was really too much, and the hundreds of archers were kept a hundred steps away.
When there were still a few drops of urine, all six hundred archers had fallen. The wounded soldiers on the ground were in sharp contrast with the coldness of the Ming army, and the Jurchen soldiers behind retreated.
Before the Ming army pressed over, they returned their big account.
The Ming army still pressed over, and the two sides started sporadic duels inside and outside the big tent.
If there is no reinforcement on both sides, with the advantage of the Ming army and the advantage of flintlock, Li Changshan believes that sooner or later the Ming army can annihilate all the Jurchen soldiers in the Great Tent.
However, Li Changshan rashly attacked the Jurchen's No. 3 account and suddenly shook the balance between the two banks of the Sancha River. Will Dorgon remain indifferent? Will Yuan Chonghuan seize this rare opportunity