Ming Dynasty: Evolution from snake to national guardian beast

Chapter 66 Attacking the Jurchens
  Bai Chu immediately used the technique of flying into the air to record the surrounding terrain.

Afterwards, Bai Chu explored all the Jurchen tribes within a thousand miles and marked them on the sand table.

Magical powers, omnipotent.

However, there was no need for him to tell them such a thing, so he just found an excuse and confused the matter.

Although everyone still doesn't understand, Zhu Di completely believes in Bai Chu.

When Zhu Di saw that all the generals had arrived, he began to assign battle tasks.

Zhang Yu, Qiu Fu, Yang Zheng, Zhu Quan, Liu Sheng. More than a dozen generals, each with 5000-10000 soldiers, were scattered in the forest to raid the Jurchen tribe. Everything was ready. Zhu Di had someone pour a cup for everyone. He drank, then raised his glass and said: "Everyone, we can only win this battle, not lose. Try to capture as many prisoners as possible while protecting ourselves. I am of great use to these people."

"I hope to meet you all in the future! Let's do it!"

"Dry!!"

The next morning.

Outside Fushun Pass, several groups of Ming soldiers wearing light armor and swords were waiting on the school grounds.

When Zhu Di led dozens of generals to the high platform, he began to make the final mobilization of his soldiers:

"Everyone, starting from today, I, the Ming Dynasty, will launch an attack on the Jurchens."

“In the past few years, the Jurchens have been massacring our people, occupying our territory, and plundering our food.

"The people of Liaodong are oppressed by it, and they are in dire straits and are in panic all day long."

"A few days ago, this group of beasts slaughtered our Ming people."

"Blood debt must be paid with blood, pick up your sword and make those beasts pay with their lives!"

"The king is here to promise that if you kill a Jurchen, you will be rewarded with five taels of silver, and if you capture a Jurchen alive, you will be rewarded with ten taels of silver." "Everyone, wealth is in your hands, why don't you move forward with all your strength?"

"kill!"

"kill!!"

"kill!!"

On the school grounds, shouts of killing arose one after another. Encouraged by anger and money, the soldiers all turned red with excitement.

Then, Zhu Di waved his hand, and everyone divided into more than a dozen teams and started a hunt in the mountains and forests.

At the foot of Changbai Mountain, in a dense forest.

The curls of green smoke rise from here, and this is actually a hidden Jurchen village.

The walls of the village looked a little shabby, as if they were surrounded by fences. There were about four thousand Jurchens. Most of their hair had been shaved, and they looked like bald heads, but There was a long braid on the back of his head, which looked very ugly.

This is the Jurchen tribe that the Ming army has been looking for.

At this time, the Jurchens did not seem to realize that the Ming army was searching all over the mountain. To be precise, they completely ignored the Ming army's search because they were confident that the Ming army could not find this place.

"You bitch, why don't you hurry up and prepare meals for me!"

A rough sound came from the village, followed immediately by the sound of a whip.

A burly man held a whip in his hand and struck a thin woman with one whip after another, causing her to scream in agony. What is even more surprising is that this woman turned out to be a Han woman, and she was still pregnant. The Jurchen man had no mercy for her.

The people around who heard the noise all had disdainful sneers on their faces, but they were all used to it.

The Jurchens had a sparse population, so they often captured Han people as slaves to fill the population. Especially those Han women were deeply loved by the Jurchens.

The big Jurchen man was whipped more than ten times before he relieved himself and said viciously:

"It's so unlucky. I was thinking of getting a few more women back, but I didn't expect that I almost died on Fushun Mountain."

"It's all because of you, the broom star. I've been unlucky for eight lifetimes when I met you." This man was the Jurchen prisoner who had captured Zhong in Fushun Mountain and escaped.

The woman was covered in blood. After a while, she struggled to stand up. The Jurchen children pointed at the woman, and many of them spat at the woman.

Among the Jurchen tribe, the Han people are the same as pigs, maybe even worse than pigs.

At this time, in the home of the Jurchen leader, a Jurchen prisoner who had escaped was telling the Jurchen chief Asibao about the battle at Fushun Mountain.

After hearing what the prisoner said, Asibao was silent for a long time, then sighed and said, "There are so many heroes in China!"

When Asibao heard that a fierce general, holding a horse pole, defeated an army of 50,000 with the strength of 5,000 men, Asibao's heart could not help but beat fast.

What they thought was a sure-fire surprise attack turned out to be a trap for themselves. Of the thousand elite Jurchens sent out, only less than a hundred returned.

Fortunately, their tribe is located deep in the mountains and is not afraid of people from the Ming army seeking revenge.

After Asibao understood the cause and effect, he asked his people to go back and rest first. As long as they came back, they would be safe and no longer need to be worried.

Just when the village was calm, they did not realize that the danger had arrived.

Twenty miles southwest of the village, Zhang Yuzheng and his men approached the village quietly.

"Found it, General."

A spy walked up to Zhang Yu with an excited face and said excitedly:

"As Mr. Bai said, the enemy is within twenty miles ahead."

When Zhang Yu heard this, he clapped his hands with joy.

"Not bad."

"Is the enemy prepared?"

The spy quickly replied:

"No, my subordinates explored the area and found that the enemy's village was very simple. I didn't see anyone standing guard outside."

When Zhang Yu heard this, he knew that this ambush was a sure thing, but he still asked cautiously: "Do you know how many people are in their village?"

The spy showed a hint of embarrassment.

"I dare not approach it because of my humble position, but this village is very big. According to my estimate, there are five to six thousand people."

Zhang Yu had confidence in his heart that he led an army of five thousand to raid a village of five thousand, and he could easily capture it.

Zhang Yu raised his head and glanced at the sky. Although the sun was obscured by the dense branches and leaves, from the little sunlight shining down, Zhang Yu could guess that the sky would soon darken.

In order to ensure the success of the raid, Zhang Yu immediately issued the order.

"Go forward as fast as possible and stop to rest five miles away from the village."

"At twelve o'clock at midnight, we launch an attack. We must capture all the Jurchens and not let any one go."

After the Ming army heard the news that Jurchenzi had finally been detected, everyone was very excited.

In their eyes, those Jurchens were not enemies at all, just a pile of shining silver.

A human life is worth ten taels, even if it is dead, it is still worth fifty taels.

The Ming troops were gearing up, and when night fell, Ruyue arrived at the predetermined location.

Then, he started to take out some dry food from his backpack, ate half full, and waited for dawn.

(End of this chapter)