Wanli 1592

Chapter 96 The End of Pyongyang
"Master... lord... that... that is..."

The samurai of Otomo Yoshitomo rode on the horse, so frightened that he couldn't even speak completely.

The iron cavalry arrived in a short distance, and Otomo Yoshitomo was too shocked and terrified to give an order, but Li Rusong gave the order quite skillfully—riding and shooting!
Under Nurhachi's training, the Jurchen cavalry were as good at riding and shooting as the Mongolian cavalry. Li Rusong gave an order, and Nurhachi bent his bow and set an arrow first, and shot an arrow diagonally upwards. The Jurchen cavalry began to shoot one after another.

A wave of arrow rain rushed upwards, then fell rapidly, and landed firmly in the Japanese army formation. The Japanese soldiers who were shot by this wave of arrow rain were thrown into chaos. Spontaneous counterattacks under circumstances.

A few iron cannons started to shoot sparsely. With luck, they shot and killed several Jurchen cavalry, but at this moment, the Jurchen cavalry had already rushed forward.

It is the so-called fire before it can be used, and the blade is already necked.

Without the protection of a complete army formation, the bloody massacre of cavalry on infantry began.

Li Rusong took the lead and rushed to the front. He saw the Japanese man on the horse with dull eyes at a glance, and told him intuitively that this was an officer. The Japanese around him had no horses, but he had horses, so he must be an officer. This person, Otomo Yoshitomo was just so stupidly stunned, he was lucky to escape the rain of arrows just now, but this time, he couldn't escape anymore.

All he could see was Li Rusong who rushed over with a fierce look on his face and the sharp steel knife.

A flash of cold light flashed, and immediately there was only a headless corpse left. After a while, the headless corpse spurted out a lot of blood, and then fell to the ground without a sound.

General Li's favorite thing is to rush in with light soldiers, lead the army to make a surprise attack, and rush to the front to boost morale. That's why there are so many typical victories that win more with less.

The Jurchen cavalry broke into the Japanese army completely, and the Japanese army fled in embarrassment, crying and shouting. Occasionally, a few people could fight back, and a few shots were fired. If you are lucky, you can kill a Jurchen cavalry. If you are unlucky, you can even raise your gun. If they didn't get up, their heads were chopped off. The number of Jurchen cavalry was already large, and the cavalry under Otomo Yoshitaka's command was small, so they were cleaned up after three strikes.

In the end, more than 100 iron gunners broke out their last desire to survive in a mortal situation. They formed a circular formation and fired a round of volleys, shooting to death some Jurchen cavalry, and then they were cut down by the swarming cavalry. Heads, all killed.

The battle lasted only ten minutes, and all of Otomo Yoshitaka's troops were killed. Li Rusong put away his knife with unsatisfied enthusiasm, looked at the corpses all over the place and counted them, and felt that the number was far from [-]. Could it be that Japanese pirates had already run away beforehand? ?He sent people to continue searching for the enemy in this direction, and stayed behind to clean up the battlefield and harvest heads—these heads can be exchanged for money, as Xiao Ruxun said himself.

On the contrary, Nurhachi looked at the more than 80 cavalrymen who died. These are the most skilled fighters under his command. What to do?

Nurhachi was in a very depressed mood.

Zongyi Zhizhi's mood is complete despair, heart ashes, trapped in the last inner city of Pyongyang, fighting with trapped beasts, the war happened very abruptly, and it has only been three hours so far. Once the war started, the Japanese army was completely lost. The command system was broken, and the command completely failed.

President Xiaoxi said that he was going to meet the Great Angel, but he disappeared. He did not follow President Xiaoxi to meet the envoy. This became the reason why he escaped by chance. Because of the stomachache and discomfort, he stayed in the inner city to recuperate. As a result, the sound of rumbling guns sounded, and he realized that something was wrong.

Dragging his sick body step by step, he moved out of the house to prepare for the battle. When he arrived at the command post, he found that the generals at all levels could not be contacted at all. The troops of the Ming army had been completely dispersed by the intruding troops of the Ming army. The situation is very critical. Zong Yizhi immediately decided to go to Mudanfeng to take over the command and try to turn the tide. As a result, an earth-shattering artillery attack on the top of Mudanfeng directly knocked Zongyizhi stupid.

Afterwards, when the gunpowder smoke cleared, Zong Yizhi looked at the top of Peony Peak, and found in despair that the flag of the Ming Army had been planted there.

When I went to the top of the city and looked around, there was smoke everywhere, the sound of gunfire and the sound of bird guns everywhere, the soldiers around me panicked, and people kept coming to report where they fell, where people died in battle, and where the Ming army broke in. In two hours, four-fifths of Pyongyang's urban area had fallen, and the large troops of the Ming army slowly assembled, pressing towards their last position - the inner city of Pyongyang.

Konishi's brothers, Konishi and Shichiro, rushed to Zong Yoshitomo in a panic and asked what to do now, in exchange for Zong Yoshitomo's desperate and bitter laughter.

"What should we do? What else can we do? We were doomed to lose this battle from the very beginning, so what can we do now?"

Xiaoxi and Qilang didn't want to die either, so they hurriedly said, "We can break out from the east city! I heard someone report that there is no Ming army outside the east city! We need to break through quickly!"

"Without the Ming army...hehehe...with him, I won't let you see, Wei Sanqueyi, entry-level knowledge of Chinese art of war, Mr. Xiaoxi, haven't you also read these military books? He will definitely be in the east gate Ambushing a soldier outside, we will lose our last support when we leave the city, and we will die even worse, don’t you know that?”

Zong Yizhi covered his face.

"But here, it's also a death!!"

Xiaoxi and Shichiro have fallen into madness, yelling crazily.

"Yes! We are all going to die! We were all doomed to die from the very beginning!!" Zong Yizhi suddenly shouted: "I shouldn't have come here, I shouldn't have come to North Korea!! The president must be dead! Now that the coach is dead, even if we fled back, what do you think Ukita and Kato will ask us? They will step on the ground and beat us down completely! If we don’t die here, we will go back and be humiliated And die! You can’t even do seppuku!”

Zongyizhi's angry shout made Xiaoxi and Qilang stunned. After a while, Xiaoxi and Qilang retreated a few steps, fell to the ground, and then cried helplessly on the ground.

"I don't want to die yet...I don't want to die...I want to go home..."

Zongyizhi stood up, looked at Xiaonishi and Shichiro who were lying on the ground with pity, then looked at the smoky Pyongyang city with a wry smile, and the approaching Ming army's shouts and artillery fire. He pulled out the exquisite short knife pinned to his waist.

"I am the owner of Tsushima Island, I am a daimyo, and I must not be captured by others. I decided to commit seppuku to save my name, so that at least my family can be saved. Shichiro, I will go first."

Zong Yizhi unbuttoned his clothes, and slowly raised the short knife with trembling hands.

Xiaoxi and Qilang slowly curled up their bodies, blocked their ears with their hands, neither listened to any sound nor looked at anything, until the deafening sound could no longer be stopped, he trembled He got up and crawled to the side of Zong Yizhi who had lost his vitality, pulled out his saber, and laid it across his neck.

Smiling miserably, Xiaoxi and Qilang swiped their swords horizontally, their bodies fell slowly, twitched a few times, blood gradually soaked the ground below them.

Then, extremely violent artillery fire covered the place.

The end of Pyongyang.

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