Ming Dynasty: Starting from Liaodong Jiangmen

Chapter 60: Capture the flag and kill the general (three thousand chapters)
The midday sun was gradually obscured by the flying dust. The sound of iron hoofs, war drums, and horns were heard, mixed with the brave fighting and shouting of the soldiers on both sides.

The river is rushing like a thousand troops, and the rapid water washes away the soil on the river bank, causing waves of water to splash.

The shouts of killing on both sides of the Taiwan Strait shook the sky, and the banners of Shenshuying and Zhenglan Banners echoed each other, making a hunting sound in the air, carried by the strong wind.

On both sides of the river, some short trees were swayed by the wind, like soldiers of the Shenshu Camp struggling by the river.

At this time, on the battlefield behind the pontoon bridge, Zhenglan Banner Gushan Ezhen Baduli, who was standing on horseback, was looking at the Ming army very close to him with a surprised look on his face.

"Stop them for me!"

The leader of the guard army had already brought hundreds of brave and capable guard troops to the top of the formation, and collided with the Shenshu battalion that was forming.

But the reason why the conical array is a sharp knife is because its tip is extremely sharp!
At the sharp end of the Shenshu camp, Li Shunzu himself held the battle, leading dozens of the bravest servants to charge forward.

If the general is like this, won't all the troops be killed?
Every soldier in Shenshu Camp knew Li Shunzu's true intention.

If we capture the Jurchen general in front of us, the war may turn around, otherwise, thousands of people present will die!

They have completely disregarded life and death and become ruthless killing machines that only know how to follow the military flag at the front.

The Jurchen cavalry's whistling arrows flew overhead all the time. Dozens of servants around Li Shunzu kept falling on the way to attack.

No one grieves, no one stops, a moment's hesitation is death!
The sky-shattering killing sounds and mournful cries lingered in my ears. Broken limbs were flying in the air. From time to time, unknown blood spattered on my face. It did not make Li Shunzu, who was holding the sword tightly, even pause.

Close, closer!

Li Shunzu's eyes were bloodshot, and he could even see the uncertain expression on the face of the Jurchen general riding a tall horse!
At this time, there is no time to fear, only to keep moving forward step by step!
The wind gradually became stronger, and even the sun seemed to be frightened by such a thrilling formation and hid. The wind whistled and fluttered the flags, and the hoofbeats of the war horses broke the ground. A fierce battle was going on between the two armies.

The Jurchen infantry were encircling them frantically, and the Dongnu cavalry from the Zhenglan Banner were rushing back and forth. Their horses were as fast as flying, tirelessly hitting the rear of the Shenshu Camp's formation over and over again.

In the end, with almost every impact, an exhausted Shenshu battalion soldier fell into a pool of blood.

But in less than a breath, another soldier would be on top.

The banks of the Luanhe River, which had been peaceful for who knows how long, were filled with smoke, swords and swords were flashing, arrows were raining down, and the smell of blood even covered up the fresh river water.

Behind the formation, there was a sudden commotion.

"General, we are surrounded!"

A servant came to report, but Dongnu's infantry had completely blocked Shenshu Camp's retreat.

For a time, the military formation of the Hou Jin Army and the blue flags were fanning crazily in the air. Every Jurchen was moving forward desperately for the future that was just around the corner!
The rear formation of Shenshu Camp was crumbling and almost destroyed. Some soldiers' eyes were no longer firm and they had begun to wander around the battlefield, as if they were looking for an exit that did not exist.

There were fewer and fewer soldiers still following Li Shunzu, but Li Shunzu did not hesitate for a moment and kept moving forward.

Li Shunzu could no longer even hear the anxious advice of his servants beside him. All he could hear was a buzzing low-frequency noise caused by the fusion of various sounds on the battlefield.

It was as if the whole world was roaring in his ears over this fight.

Every time a soldier fell on the road, Li Shunzu roared more crazily, and the anger in his heart increased.

Li Shunzu brandished his weapon and was the first to rush to the front, even surpassing the servants guarding him.

He charged into the battle, his eyes flashing with ruthless killing intent. He was like a god of death on the battlefield. Countless Jurchen soldiers fell under the sword.

"Kill the slaves!"

When Yu Kuan, Xiong Xinghu and others saw that Li Shunzu was still so eager to fight, they did not hesitate at all and led the last Liao soldiers from the Shenshu Battalion to follow closely behind Li Shunzu.

Everyone in the Shenshu Camp, from the generals such as Yu Kuan and Xiong Xinghu to the newly promoted junior officers, had absolute loyalty and confidence in Li Shunzu.

Under their desperate leadership, the shaky back line miraculously stabilized.

More and more collapsed Shenshu Camp soldiers rejoined the battlefield!

At this time, no one cares about the formation anymore.

All they could think about was dragging down the Jurchen general who was riding in front of them and hacking him to death.

"Retreat quickly, retreat quickly!"

The iron helmet on the head of the guard commander had disappeared at some point.

The ugly money rat-tailed braid on the back of this Jurchen general's head was revealed, but there was deep fear on his face.

"Can't stop it, can't stop it!" Seeing Batu Li's indifference, this commander of the Zhenglan Banner Guards, who had experienced countless battles, unexpectedly led the remaining hundreds of Zhenglan Banner Guards from the pontoon. Withdrew and fled the battlefield in embarrassment.

After the guards fled, many Jurchen cavalry who were still crowded behind the pontoon bridge and had not had time to cross the river were also in disarray and quietly evacuated the battlefield one after another.

Because they had clearly heard that not far away, a large number of Ming army reinforcements were approaching!

Baduli stared blankly at the Ming army that was fighting through thorns and thorns all the way. His eyes widened. Not only did he not run away, but he stayed on the battlefield in a daze.

As an experienced Zhenglanqi general, he should not have made such a low-level mistake.

But Baduli never understood what was supporting this Ming army.

Is it their loyalty to the Ming Emperor?
Or is it their desire to survive?
Or, is it the personal qualities of their commander?

Baduli didn't understand this, but he knew that if he withdrew now, he would become the laughing stock of the entire Zhenglan Banner, no, the entire Eight Banners, and would never have the face to go back to see his banner leader Amin!

"Warriors, the time has come to pledge allegiance to Dai Jin!"

"Whoever kills one member of the Ming army will be rewarded with a future!"

"Kill his general, reward him with three prospects, and make this the first achievement in this battle!"

The future in the Jurchen Trilogy is a very generous reward, much richer than an official promotion.

In ordinary battles in Liaodong, killing a Ming army guarding the city would not lead to a future. In the end, many Jurchen soldiers gained several futures in their lives and became rare warriors.

It can be seen from this that Batu Li's reward is so generous.

For these Jurchen warriors who entered the country to plunder, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to advance their future.

For a moment, they all shouted in unintelligible ancient Jurchen language, waving tiger-head swords and struggling forward.

The war horses neighed, and the cavalry led by Baduli roared in like a strong wind in a dust storm.

Blood spattered, corpses fell, and broken arms and limbs could be seen everywhere on the ground. The battle lasted for several hours, until finally, Li Shunzu's waving arms were even numb, and he continued to fight on the piled corpses.

The countless scars on his body could no longer feel the pain, and the battlefield of mountains of corpses and seas of blood was filled with the cheers of the Ming army.

When Li Shunzu's consciousness returned to him, he only saw the chopped-to-piece Houjin Army General Baduli being trampled under his feet. In addition to the curled sword in his hand, there was also a broken Zhenglan Banner. feather fan.

"General, reinforcements are coming."

Xiong Xinghu limped over, one of his strong arms missing.

Even Yu Kuan's armor was riddled with holes, and there were even a few chopped arrowheads stuck in his chest.

Li Shunzu gradually regained consciousness, but turned around and looked around. The four thousand old troops who had followed him out of Beijing at first were now more than half damaged, and a wave of anger suddenly arose in his heart.

The ground was littered with the corpses of them who had fought hard with the Jurchen cavalry. Next to almost every corpse of the Liao army, there were the corpses of several Jurchen soldiers lying crookedly.

It was a tough win, but it should have been a big win!
Li Shunzu didn't feel any joy after victory. He recalled the honest and smiling faces who ate and lived with him in the camp these days. Now half of them had fallen on the battlefield, and his heart was bleeding.

He Kegang led the Tuanshan Camp to the battlefield in time, and was very puzzled as to why the Houjin Army in Yongping knew the ambush location of the Jingying Camp so clearly, and also knew that there was a mole in the army.

Seeing Li Shunzu limping over, he looked startled.

Even after living in Liaodong for many years, he had never seen such a scene.

The two thousand surviving soldiers of the Shenshu Camp who followed Li Shunzu were all furious, like Shura warriors who had been killed from hell. They held their swords and guns tightly and marched silently.

"Brother Li, you"

Li Shunzu gently pushed He Kegang's hand away, turned around and said: "Li Shunzu will never forget He Zhongjun's life-saving grace in this life, but now, Li has something to do. Li has to replace the more than 1000 soldiers who died in Luanhe. , take revenge!”

After saying this, Li Shunzu got on his horse, led the remaining 2000 soldiers of the Shenshu Camp, and turned around and rushed to Luanzhou.

Li Shunzu, who is familiar with history, knew the direction that this battle should have taken. There was only one possibility for Yongping's Houjin Army to ambush Shenshu Camp, and that was that there was an insider in the Beijing Camp. Who was this insider? It didn't matter at all. Think more.

He Kegang saw that the direction they were going was exactly where the remaining Shenji Camp and the Fifth Army Camp of the Beijing Camp were stationed, and he suddenly felt something bad in his heart.

"Clean the battlefield quickly and credit the Shenshu Camp!"

After saying that, he got on his horse and ran after him.

(End of this chapter)