The two Jurchen soldiers, riding high-headed horses, slowly drove into the Prince River. The horses stepped on large splashes of water. Fortunately, the river was not deep. They drove to the opposite bank, and the river did not flood half of the horse's belly.
The two Jurchen soldiers turned back on their original path and came to Azig's side, "Master Belle, the river is not deep, and the horses can ride it easily."
Azig was still worried, "Continue to test the waters and expand the scope."
The two soldiers returned to the Taizi River. They separated from the center of the river and drove to both sides. The water depth on both sides was similar. The deepest place did not flood the horseback.
"Brother Twelve, the river is really not deep, can you cross the river now?"
Azig nodded, knowing that Dodor would have been unable to hold it back.
"Okay, my righteous white flag will pass first. I'll go to reorganize the army." Duoduo raised the whip, preparing to leave.
"Wait!" Azig stopped Dudor. "We can find this place to cross the river, and the Ming army can also find it. The Han people have always been cunning. Who knows if they have ambushes on the opposite side? Be careful, send ten cows first. Recorded across the river."
Duduo nodded, "Okay, then I will try with ten Niu Lu first."
"No!" Azige flatly refused, "You are the leader of the banner, the leader of the Yiqi, you must not take this risk."
"Then... Okay, I'll order ten Niu Lu first."
"Well, go, I'll be watching."
Duduo quickly lit up ten Niu Lu with white flags, three thousand Jurchen soldiers, and horses carrying supplies, a total of six thousand horses, and placed them at the crossing point.
"Start crossing the river!" Aziger issued an order.
This time, Dudor was not willful. He and Azig stood quietly aside, watching ten Niulu soldiers crossing the river in front.
For most war horses, the river water only floods the horse's belly. Although they can move freely, the resistance of the water is so great that the horses can no longer run like on land.
Seeing that the cavalry in front had crossed the heart of the river and began to enter the shallow water area, there was still no movement on the opposite side, Aziger frowned, "Is there really no Ming army on the opposite side?"
"boom."
"boom."
"boom."
…
It seemed to be answering Aziger's question. Before his words fell, there was a dense flintlock sound on the other side.
The Jurchen soldier who crossed the heart of the river immediately fell from the horseback and fell to the icy water.
The clear river water was dyed by the blood of Jurchens into blossoming cockscombs. The cockscombs were crushed to pieces by the flowing river water and disappeared in a flash.
The Lordless Warhorse raised its neck, not knowing whether to continue crossing the river or to return to the starting point.
"Twelve brothers, there really is an ambush of the Ming army on the other side." Duduo admired Azig even more. He always admired only the fourteenth brother Dorgon. For the dull Azige, it is more brotherhood. Today He finally saw Azig on the battlefield.
"Sure enough, there was an ambush..." Azig seemed to answer Duduo, but also muttered to himself.
"Brother Twelve, what should I do?" Duoduo was heartbroken as he watched the soldiers falling into the river with the Zhengbai flag.
"What else can we do? Sooner or later we will cross the river, let them speed up, and once they get ashore, they can take advantage of the speed of the cavalry." Azig frowned. Although he was experienced in the battlefield, he was halfway He has nothing to do with being hit.
"How can horses speed up in the water?" Duduo replied by the way.
"Let them abandon the horses that carry supplies, and move forward lightly before going ashore." Azig also fainted. In the face of death, the Jurchen cavalry had long given up the horses that carried supplies.
"Yes, give up the supplies first," Duduo yelled at the soldiers. "Fight back and let go of arrows!"
"Swish, swish, swish..."
Although the Jurchen soldiers could not see the Ming army, they still fired their bows and arrows, and they headed towards the shore, regardless of whether the bows and arrows could kill the Ming army.
The Ming army dug three trenches deep on the ground, only half of the head was exposed, and shot from high ground. The Jurchen soldiers' bows and arrows were shot upwards, basically harmless to them.
When the Jurchen soldiers put their arrows in their hands, the horses were uncontrollable and their speed slowed down. More and more soldiers fell into the river. Even soldiers who hadn't crossed the heart of the river were shot down by the Ming army.
The Jurchen soldiers who fell in the water, whether dead or not, were rushed downstream by the river. After being beaten several times in the river, the wounded soldiers were choked to death.
The two sides fired at each other, but their lethality was completely different. The Jurchen soldiers rushing through the heart of the river were all shot down by the Ming army and drifted away with the river. The Jurchen soldiers at the back had not yet reached the shooting range, and the bows and arrows could not reach the Ming army at all. The periphery of the embankment fell.
The Ming army simply walked out of the trenches and deliberately exposed his body to the Jurchen.
The Jurchen clearly saw the body of the Ming army dangling in front of them, which was bigger than their usual target, but the bow and arrows were out of reach.
It's like a first date, and the beauty has obeyed, but she can't untie her underwear with her hands.
The Jurchen soldiers screamed angrily, they desperately mobilized their horses, trying to get into the range of their bows and arrows.
The river has flooded more than half of the horse's belly, and no matter how powerful the horse is, it is slower than the infantry on the land. The closer they are to the embankment, the easier it is to become a target for flintlock.
The soldiers of the Ming Army were all laughing: Jurchen people are vying to die.
The sound of flintlock guns finally disappeared on the south bank of the Prince River. Ten Niu Lus with white flags have all fallen off their horses and drifted downstream. The gunmen lost their shooting targets.
"Brother Twelve, my ten Niu Lu, is that all gone?" Duduo was already crying.
Azig looked at the corpse on the river and drifted slowly downstream. He had a sullen face. In front of the flintlock, he was helpless: "Let the soldiers search along the river, maybe you can find some wounded soldiers."
"But they have been injured and soaked by the river again. Even if they are recovered, they will not be saved." Dodor slowly shook his head, his body did not move at all, his eyes were staring at the corpses rising and falling on the river surface. , Or a wounded soldier who is about to become a corpse.
"..."
"Brother Twelve..."
"Dodo, I now realize how difficult your fourteenth brother is when facing the firearms of the Ming army. If it weren’t for the powerful firearms of the Ming army, your fourteenth brother’s ability to command troops would never Will be trapped by the Ming army in Liaoyang City."
"Brother Twelve," Duduo looked like a child who had lost his soul, his eyes motionless, "I'm going to cross the river now, and I want to avenge the ten Niu Lu who died in action."
"Dodo, don't be arrogant, fight, how can there be undead?" Azig leaned against Dodo. "The Ming army used to be in Liaodong. The Ming army was annihilated by Ama, no less than fifty. Wan? Hasn't the Ming army made a comeback yet?"
Dodor squeezed his fist tightly, his teeth clenched loudly, "Brother Twelve, if I cross the river, I must smash the Ming army on the opposite side to pieces, bones and ashes. Swordsman, let them feed the wolves, let them make me a cow or a horse, and let Changshengtian throw them down 18 hells..."
"Yes," Aziger also clenched his fists. "The losses brought to us by the Ming army will be ten times, a hundred times, and thousands of times to find them to come back."
Duduo was silent for a long time, his eyes were already turning, "Twelfth brother, can we get by to Taizihe?"
"Definitely," Azigyan said with Yang's clenched fist. "Let's get a big tent. I'm thinking about countermeasures in the evening."
"Ok."
When Azig and Dodor left the river embankment, the unowned war horses in the river had already walked cleanly. Most of them returned to the north bank where they started. There were also some war horses that fulfilled the ambition that their masters could not realize. They survived. After reaching the Taizi River, he entered the position of the Ming army.
The blood flowed completely downstream, and the curved section of the river that had been fought just now had completely restored its original clarity, as if there had never been any killing.
The river can forget all bloody memories, but humans cannot and cannot.
Dodor returned to his big tent and sat in a daze on the horse. Even the kumiss he used to like, completely lost interest. The kumiss was kept in front of him. It was cold and then hot, hot and cold.
Dudor's soldiers knew that he was in a bad mood, and no one dared to provoke him. Every time they warmed up the mare kumiss, they put it directly in front of him, and then retreated silently.
Until Azig entered Dodo's big tent, there was a silent person in the big tent.
Unlike Dodo, after Azig entered the big tent, he grabbed a stuffed can of kumiss, and then handed the wine bag to Dodo.
Dodor took the kumiss and poured half a bag of kumiss in one breath, and threw the bag aside.
"Dodo!"
Dudor was still sullen aside, and he didn't even respond to Aziger's call.
"Hehe!" Azig laughed dryly. He, who was not good at words, had to stay with Duduo in a daze.
"Duo Duo, your fourteenth brother is in Liaoyang, waiting for us to get out of the siege!" After a long time, Aziger broke the silence, and he finally found a word that moved Duo Duo.
"Cross the river tomorrow, I want to take the lead." Duduo finally spoke. This was the first sentence he said after entering his account.
"Okay!" Aziger patted Duoduo on the back, "rest early, we will cross the river tomorrow."
On the south bank of the Prince River, Yuan Chonghuan was sitting in his camp. He was discussing with Yu Chongxiao how to deal with the large-scale crossing of the river by the Jurchens in the daytime tomorrow. Du Wenhuan opened the curtain and came in.
"Commander, I heard that you shot and killed ten Niu Lu who built slaves?"
"Well," Yuan Chonghuan nodded, "Wen Huan, sit down, why are you here?"
"Let me see, there are many Jurchen cavalry here, do you want the Second Army to help?" Du Wenhuan sat down on the small bench opposite Yuan Chonghuan.
"Second Army?" Yuan Chonghuan glared at Du Wenhuan, "You show me Liaoyang first, beware that Dorgon will break through again."
Du Wenhuan picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip, "Don't worry, the commander. The four city gates are surrounded by iron, and there are cavalry patrolling. Dorgon will break through unless he grows wings."
"I heard that Dorgon broke through two days ago, how is the situation?"
"Dorgun broke through the siege three times in total and was beaten back. Every time he broke through, his soldiers will miss a cattle record. Now there are only six cattle records beside him."
"Well, don't let Dorgon run away, otherwise, our plan to fight for aid will be ruined." Yuan Chonghuan stopped Du Wenhuan's words, "As for our side, you don't have to worry about it."