At the end of Ming Dynasty: I, Sun Kewang!Desperate comeback!

Chapter 329 The Duke of Han carries the coffin and fights to the death

On the land of Liaodong, a group of elite cavalry is advancing rapidly.

"Marquis Weining, we should be reaching Fushun ahead." Guo Youming, the deputy general of Xiaoqi Town on the war horse, said.

Liang Cheng picked up the telescope and took a look.

"I heard that the Tatars have three royal tombs outside the pass. One is called Fuling, where field skins are buried, and one is called Zhaoling, where yellow braised chickens are buried. Both of them are still some distance away from us in Shenyang."

"And the remaining place is Yongling. It seems that my father, grandfather, etc. buried the field skins."

“Since we are all in Fushun, it’s time to dig first!”

"Marquis Weining is so knowledgeable! Then let's dig up the graves of Ye Zhanpi's father and grandfather first, and then go to Shenyang to dig up the graves of Taizong, the great ancestor of the Tartars!"

A famous former army cavalryman appeared outside Fushun City, and three thousand elite cavalry set foot in Liaodong, officially announcing the arrival of the Han cavalry.

After some reconnaissance, Yongling of Jue Chang'an and Takshi was found by the Qianqian Army.

Under the sad and angry eyes of the Qing army, a group of Western thieves began to arrogantly carry out the move of moving mountains and unloading mountains!
"All the men in the city who are still able to move, follow me up and surround our imperial mausoleum of the Qing Dynasty!"

In Fushun City, the counselor Adaishan shouted crazily.

"Master, we only have 300 armored soldiers in Fushun, and together with the old and the weak, we only have more than 500 soldiers!"

"In Fushun City, we can still rely on women, children, and coats to hold on. If we really leave the city, we will definitely die!" an Eight Banners leader said quickly.

"I will die without a doubt. If I can't defend the imperial mausoleum, I will die as well. I might as well die on the battlefield to gain a good reputation!" Adaishan said crazily.

If the Imperial Tomb of the Manchu Qing Dynasty was dug up, then no mere counselor would be able to shoulder the responsibility.

If Adaishan were just like this in the city, watching the Western thieves dig up the Yongling Tomb of our Qing Dynasty.

They dug up the wild boar skins of his father and grandfather, and the bones of Xuantong's wife and grandfather.

Adaishan will be exterminated by his clan!
In this case, it is better to go out of the city and fight.

Even if he doesn't fight well, the worst he can do is die.

If the fight is successful... Uh-huh, how can it be possible to fight well?
Soon the Qing troops in Fushun City began to gather, and relatives of Adaishan and others packed up their things and left the city in the west, and went their separate ways.

Anyway, the men in Fushun City are ready to fight for their lives.

They have to give us an explanation.

Since the men are gone, there is no need to defend Fushun City. Let them go their separate ways and flee to the west. Maybe a few can survive.

Soon, more than 500 Qing troops came out of Fushun City and launched a tragic attack on the Jiaqian Army, accompanied by more than 1,700 Han soldiers.

"Hey, how dare the Tatars leave the city with such a small number of people?" Liang Cheng watched the Qing army's desperate charge with interest.

"Marquis Weining, we are digging the Tatar imperial tomb, and the defenders in Fushun City can't even watch!" Guo Youming said with a smile.

"That's right. In the final analysis, these Tatars are also slaves, slaves of the Aisin Gioro family."

"The master's ancestral grave is going to be dug up, how can a slave watch it?"

"If you pass the order, no one will be left except the Han people."

In the Yongling area, extremely fierce but uneventful fighting unfolded.

Three thousand elite troops in front of them fought on horseback. In a short time, more than 500 motley Qing troops were beaten until they were howling like ghosts.

The more than 1,700 wrapped slaves accompanying him dispersed in a rush.

Except for a handful of loyal slaves, the rest fled.

Two hours later, the battle ended.

The leader Adaishan died in battle and gave the Qing Dynasty an explanation.

The entire Fushun garrison was destroyed.

Liang Cheng captured more than 800 coated slaves and entered Fushun City.

In the afternoon, the Qianqian army planted gunpowder and easily exploded the Yongling Tomb of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, then entered it and dug three feet into the ground.

"Damn, the Tatars are so fucking stingy! What the hell are these!"

In Yongling, a famous former army general cursed loudly.

They went to the dead man's land and got themselves into bad luck, and as a result, they dug out some jars and jars in Yongling.

Bad luck, so bad luck!
"What! How is this possible? This is the Tatar imperial mausoleum!"

Guo Youming looked at the pots and jars in front of him, dumbfounded, with disbelief on his face.

"It's not surprising. The Yongling Tomb of the Tatars was built when the old slaves raised their troops to capture Fushun."

Liang Cheng said slowly: "At that time, the Tatars neither entered the customs to plunder nor entered the Central Plains."

"What kind of money can Boar Skin have in his hands? Even if he has money, he still has to arm the Eight Banners to increase his strength."

"How dare you be buried with your dead father!"

"That's it." Guo Youming and others suddenly realized.

"Brothers, we came all the way to Liaodong and dug the graves of our ancestors, and ended up with these crappy things."

"Come here, cover the coffins of our ancestors with boar skins and crush the bones of these Tartar ancestors into ashes!"

Guo Youming stood outside the entrance of Yongling Cave and shouted orders.

A group of Western thieves smashed the poured out jars with great grief and anger.

Finally, he chopped down the coffins of the ancestors of the field war skins, and crushed the bodies of Jue Changan and others that had turned into white bones and scattered them into ashes.

After all this was done, Liang Cheng entered Fushun City.

Sentries and cavalry were sent straight to Shenyang, and people were sent to wildly burn and kill Manchu villages in the surrounding areas.

Killed hundreds of miles around Fushun into a white field!
Three days later, Zhang Sheng led a mixed army along Liaodong to Fushun.

One hundred thousand cannon fodder-loaded cattle and sheep are ready to follow this father-in-law to conquer Shenyang and make a fortune.

When he heard that the ancestors of Jue Chang'an and other wild boar skins had been crushed to ashes, he was shocked and distressed.

"How can you people do this? You must treat the ancestors of the Tatars with courtesy, do you understand?" Zhang Sheng said with great distress.

"what……!"

A group of Xiying bandits were immediately stunned when they heard this.

There is something wrong with the style of painting of the Duke of Han.

"Sir, the ancestors buried in Yongling Tomb are all boar-skin ancestors. Why should we treat them with courtesy?" Guo Youming was confused and asked.

"My father-in-law has studied the art of war carefully in the past few days and has gained a new understanding of our army's victory in Shenyang." Zhang Sheng said seriously.

"Studying the art of war?"

The group of Western thieves were even more confused. My father-in-law didn't even know the words, so he only knew a few words from "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" when he was fine.

How could my father-in-law study such a shy and difficult thing as the Art of War?

"My Lord, I listened to the Romance of the Three Kingdoms and heard that Pang Lingming carried the coffin and fought to the death. Guan Yun was flooded and the seven armies were flooded."

Zhang Sheng continued to speak, solving the doubts of his subordinates.

Yes! Isn’t the Romance of the Three Kingdoms the Art of War?
Isn’t it true that my father-in-law is delving into it if he listens to it again?
"Sir, what does Pang De's fight to the death having to carry the coffin have to do with attacking Shenyang?"

"Is it possible that my father-in-law plans to carry the coffin until Shenyang is broken to boost the morale of the Mongolians?"

"But the Mongols are so poor that they don't even have a coffin when they die. How do they, the Tatars, know what it means to carry a coffin to death?" Liang Cheng asked. "Marquis Weining, what I intend to carry is not my own coffin, but the coffin of my Tartar ancestors!"

Zhang Sheng said sadly: "If we attack Shenyang, let the Mongols carry the coffins of the Tatar ancestors first."

"How dare the Tatars in the city fire back?"

"I think back when Zhu Di rebelled, didn't the iron string hang Zhu Yuanzhang's memorial tablet in Jinan, which made Zhu Di afraid of using cannons to attack the city for fear of damaging Zhu Yuanzhang's tablet and carrying the name of unfilial piety?"

"Although Tatars are Tatars, Manchu Tatars are different from Mongolian Tatars. They also recognize their ancestors!"

"If we carry the coffins of our Tatar ancestors to attack the city, how dare the Tatars bombard the coffins!"

"what--!"

The people in the Xiying camp were once again stunned and shocked by Zhang Sheng's words.

It turns out that Zhang Sheng’s coffin-carrying battle was not carrying his own coffin, but the coffin of our ancestors of the Qing Dynasty!

The Western thieves thought about it carefully and were shocked one by one by Zhang Sheng's idea.

The Tartars also value their ancestors, haven't you seen someone shouting "Taizu Taizong" every time?
In the past, Tie Xian just casually got a tablet of Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di took action.

If the Mongols were to carry the real coffin of the Tatar ancestors, who would dare to fire!

"Quick! Go and find two coffins nearby! Then put the ashes of Jue Changan and others in them again!" Liang Cheng shouted immediately, trying to make amends.

Zhang Sheng's eyes lit up when he heard this. Although his subordinates had crushed the ancestors of the wild boar skin to ashes.

But the Tatars don't know that when the time comes to get two coffins, the Tatars in Shenyang will still throw the rat weapon.

"Pass my order and the army will march in quickly. First go to Shenyang to dig the graves of the wild boar skin and braised chicken, and then get the real coffin!"

Although the coffins of Chang'an and others were destroyed, they needed to be faked.

But our Qing Dynasty has three imperial tombs outside the customs!
The Fuling and Zhaoling of Boar Skin and Huang Taiji are the big ones. These two are the real ones, Taizong, the founder of the Qing Dynasty!

Soon, the mighty army marched along the Hun River.

In the past, Nurhachi led his army from Jianzhou to attack Shenyang. Four thousand white-pole soldiers under Qin Liangyu formed an array south of the Hun River and fought to the death with tens of thousands of Eight Banners.

Several Eight Banners generals fighting with white poles shocked everyone.

Now Zhang Sheng led a hundred thousand people to march from the north of the Hun River in a mighty manner, just like Nurhachi in the past.

The old place has been revisited, the story has been moved again, but now we need to fight against all odds, and it seems that the Eight Banners is the last stand!
"Report! News came from the vanguard that Shengjing Angbang Zhangjing Dunbai of Manchu Qing Dynasty has arrived in Shenyang and is setting up camp in Fuling and Zhaoling areas of Manchu Qing Dynasty!" A scout came to report the news to Zhang Sheng.

"Hey, this visit came very quickly." Zhang Sheng frowned slightly.

Although Zhang Sheng left the fortress early, he had to march more than a thousand miles along the way and needed to pull up Mongolian cannon fodder.

So it took more than a month.

Although Dunbai had to travel a lot at night, his 10,000 cavalrymen rushed day and night, and finally successfully arrived in Shenyang before Zhang Sheng's army arrived.

"Sir, Dunbai must have only brought cavalry with him if he arrived so quickly."

"Although he has the strong city of Shenyang to rely on, he still needs to protect the ancestral tomb of the Tatar emperor."

"If we fight in the wild, I will definitely win with the front troops!" Zhang Chengen said confidently.

"That's natural. In such a short period of time, only the Tatar cavalry can return to the outside of the pass to help."

Zhang Sheng looked at the water of the Hun River next to him and said: "It seems that these white soldiers were the ones who were annihilated by the Tatars in the Hun River. Thousands of elite soldiers were wiped out."

"Yes, the bloody battle at Hunhe is known to the world. The four thousand white pole soldiers under Qin Liangyu defeated the tens of thousands of the main force of the Eight Banners in the wild boar skin. Although this battle was defeated, it was an honor."

"It's a pity that although the white-pole soldiers are powerful, they still fell into the hands of our Western Camp." A veteran of the Western Camp said complacently.

"Four thousand white poles can shake the main force of the Eight Banners, but Qin Liangyu's main force of 30,000 white poles was destroyed by me in the first battle of Xiying."

"It can be seen from this that the Manchu Qing Dynasty is not as good as my Daxi, and the Eight Banners is not as good as my Qianqian!"

Zhang Sheng said happily: "Give me the order and speed up the march. I want Dunbai's elite to be buried on the banks of the Hun River!"

After bragging for a while, I came to the conclusion again - the Eight Flags are not as good as driving the front and back.

Zhang Sheng led a hundred thousand people and quickly arrived in Shenyang.

On the banks of the Hun River, in front of the Manchu and Qing imperial mausoleums.

Zhang Sheng's 100,000-strong mob faced Dunbai's more than 10,000 troops.

In front of the Qing Imperial Mausoleum, Shengjing General Dunbai looked at Zhang Sheng's posture, and his heart went cold.

This mighty formation and densely packed troops and horses could number as many as 100,000 people!
"One hundred thousand troops, one hundred thousand troops, where did Zhang Sheng get his one hundred thousand troops?"

In the military camp, Dunbai's mentality exploded, and everyone became panicked.

"Master, it must be Mongolia, a foreign vassal, that surrendered to the enemy, which made Zhang Sheng so powerful!" Melezhang Jingbahai said with a tearful face.

Bahai was the son of Shaerhuda, a famous Manchu general.

Shalhuda was the general manager of the Qing Dynasty's Ninggu Pagoda, although he was not well-known.

But he has repeatedly defeated Tsarist Russia and is also a warrior with outstanding tactical abilities.

It's a pity that Sarhuda died of illness two years ago, and the Qing Dynasty had to replace his position with his son.

After hearing this, Dunbai immediately slumped in his handsome position.

This Zhang Sheng's battle is so scary.

Just looking at the enemy's momentum, our Qing soldiers and horses feel weak.

It would have been easier if we had dealt with the Ming army before.

The soldiers in the south are like clouds, but they are like a brigade full of flags.

But things are different now. Not only have the opponents changed, but the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty have also begun to doubt themselves.

In the past, Li Chengliang slaughtered the Jurchens in Liaodong, which left a psychological shadow on the Jurchens.

The Jurchens' legs weakened when they saw the Han people.

After Nurhaci raised his army, there were cases in the early days where he didn't even dare to cross the river, and he had to be coaxed by Nurhachi himself.

When it was time for war, Nurhachi and other leaders had to charge in person.

Then Jurchen soldiers looked on.

If Nurhaci has the advantage over me, the Jurchen soldiers will follow suit.

If Nurhachi can't survive, then of course he should do whatever he needs to do.

Fortunately, Boarskin, his son, and the minister are really good at fighting.

Otherwise our Qing Dynasty will be stillborn.

At that time, the Jurchens from top to bottom felt that they were useless and a scumbag.

So often nothing works.

Since Sarhu, the appearance of our Eight Banners has taken on a completely new look.

They were so confident that they could do anything at that time.

Hundreds of cavalrymen charged into Wan Ming's army without fear.

But now that the Qing Dynasty has suffered so many defeats, the Eight Banners are no longer good.

Now that Zhang Sheng came to Shenyang with 100,000 people, he simply frightened the Eight Banners soldiers!
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