I'm a big dick

Chapter 479
If it is said that there is a destiny in the dark, it should be drowned, not burned to death, the emperor first disagreed.

It is said in history that the old slave died of artillery, to be precise, he was injured by artillery, and he could not heal for a long time, and died of it a few months later, which is obviously a bit ridiculous.

Therefore, now that the old slave was injured by the artillery bombardment of the Ming army, it is not destined by the heavens, but full of evil and retribution.

boom!A row of muskets fired almost at the same time, making a loud roar, thick white smoke rose, and was quickly blown away by the wind.

The sun had already risen, and the sunlight was warm but not dazzling, not even as bright as the explosion.

Muskets, bayonets, and artillery were constantly being pushed to help out. The Ming army's offensive was sweeping across the entire slave camp.

The enemy is retreating step by step, and the enemy's corpses lie horizontally.Inspired by the victory, every soldier of the Ming Army marched forward bravely.This is the highlight of the atmosphere, the infection of fighting spirit, which makes people excited and fearless.

Arrows and migratory locusts fought against muskets and artillery. When the Ming army that entered the camp gradually formed an array and gave full play to its firepower advantage, Jiannu's counterattack and defense were of no avail.

Although the fighting was fierce and unusual, the casualty ratio between the enemy and the enemy was seriously disproportionate.

The battle formation of the Ming army was like a monster spewing flames and smoke, rolling forward, artillery and muskets roared deafeningly, and lead bullets shot like rain, beating the enemies standing in front of them to blood and corpses.

Daming Chong forced all to move to the front of the village, constantly adjusted the elevation angle, and finally bombarded violently with the furthest range.

Lost, the brave and invincible Jianzhou Warriors lost just like that!

The eyes of Cao Dan, the leader of the camp, were all red, and the troops who rushed forward quickly lost all casualties, but they still couldn't stop the fierce attack of the enemy.

Zuoling Baling, Guarding Academy Sunta, Yasiha, Nale...these are all veterans who have fought for many years. They bravely led troops to fight back, but they all died one after another.

I would rather die than retreat, not lose the face of the Jianzhou warriors.

Cao Dan looked back, and in his sight was the flames of the explosion, the smoke and dust rising up, and the smoke filled the air, and he couldn't see whether the brigade had evacuated.

When he turned his head again, the sound of guns was already very close, and the battle formation of the Ming army pressed him, but he had no more soldiers to send.

"Warriors, fight to the death and never retreat! Charge, kill!" Cao Dan knew that today was inevitable, and fleeing in embarrassment was not his choice. He waved his sword and rushed forward with more than 200 people.

Boom, boom!
There were two loud bangs ahead, and the Fran machine gun sprayed out dense raindrops of lead bullets, sweeping the Jiannu in front of them down.

Cao Dan's eyes were blank, and the soldiers suddenly thinned out. He saw the enemy in front of him.

The two Franco cannons in front of the formation were emitting blue smoke, obviously they had just finished firing.Behind the cannon were several rows of Musketeers, raising their muskets in unison, and firing a round of salvos.

boom!The sound of the gunfire was almost merged into one sound, the flickering flames were dense, and the buckshot shot out.

There were screams again and again, just around Cao Dan, but he didn't seem to hear it, howled, jumped, and continued to charge forward.

It's near, it's near!The smoke was blown away, and Cao Dan could clearly see the enemy on the opposite side.Rows of soldiers are coming out, all wearing iron masks, looking at him coldly.

"Kill! Kill!" Cao Dan howled loudly, speeding up his pace even more.He felt insulted, so fierce and brave, but was regarded as nothing by the enemy.

Under the gaze of icy eyes, Ming army soldiers tens of meters away raised their guns and fired a round of salvos.

Amidst the screams, Cao Dan suffered severe pain in his left shoulder, and was staggered by the impact of the lead bullet.He barely stood still, and the severe pain had spread rapidly. He felt that half of his body was numb, and he couldn't lift his left arm.

Although his armor was the best, it was still unable to withstand the impact of lead bullets at this distance.

Ah, ah!Summoning his courage again, Cao Dan continued to run forward, his posture became weird and ridiculous, like a dying patient, staggering and slow.

Another platoon of Ming troops came out, aiming their guns and firing.

Cao Dan was shot again and fell to his knees powerlessly.

The buckshot didn't penetrate the armor, but the impact was strong enough that he suffered a severe blunt wound, shattered ribs, concussed a lung, and spurted blood from his mouth.

Cao Dan raised his head with difficulty, watching the soldiers of the Ming army advancing again, muskets roared, but no one shot at him again.

I!Cao Dan opened his mouth, blood choked his throat, and he couldn't make a sound.

Cao Dan wanted to tell the enemy that he was still alive and could fight.

But the cold eyes of the soldiers of the Ming army on the opposite side no longer stared at him, treating the dying guy as a dead dog, and he didn't even bother to waste another bullet.

His vision blurred, his strength disappeared, and Cao Dan vaguely saw the Ming army pushing the artillery forward.

Franji, who had replaced the gun, roared again, and a lead bullet flew in and hit him on the head, which became the last relief.

The momentum of victory has become unstoppable, the trenches are almost completely covered, infantry is rushing in, and artillery vehicles are constantly following up.

The mopping up of the remnant enemies in the camp was still going on, Zhang Pan's troops had already rushed to the gate of the back village, and started a fierce battle with Jiannu who was in charge of blocking them.

Zhang Pan's army was established when Dongjiang Town was first established, and it has grown stronger through constant battles.In terms of fighting will, it is also second to none in the Ming army.

Therefore, this mixed association does not need to rely on momentum and atmosphere to inspire fighting spirit.Even in adversity, you can fight to the death without retreating.

And like Zhang Pan, there are not a few people who have blood feuds with Jianu.When fighting, he is not afraid of death and dares to fight for his life.

On the contrary, although the blocking Jiannu was still holding on, no matter how you looked at it, his fighting spirit was weakened and he was flustered.

Of course Zhang Pan didn't know that the old slave was injured and was rushed out of the camp, and the Jian slave stayed behind.The backbone is desperate, and the morale of the army is shaken, so they naturally can't cheer up.

Despite this, Zhang Pan did not underestimate the enemy, and still used his superiority in firepower to kill the enemy first, so as to minimize the loss of his own army.

Victory in the decisive battle, Ping Liao is just around the corner.If possible, Zhang Pan hopes that all the soldiers can survive, reunite with their families alive, and return home alive.

But the cruelty of war is so unreasonable.It doesn't matter whether you have parents or relatives, whether you have a wife or children.Death does not choose, and often gives the deepest pain.

Francophones and muskets spewed flames, and arrows shot in the air. Both the enemy and the enemy played their own strengths and launched a long-distance contest.

Although the Ming army had a clear advantage and overwhelmed Jiannu in terms of casualties, this fierce battle also ended when the flying cavalry and spear cavalry outflanked and appeared on the enemy's side.

The surviving slaves backed away in panic, mounted their horses and galloped for their lives.There are only more than 1000 horses left, and they can't stop the impact of the Ming army's flying cavalry.

Flying cavalry and spear cavalry chased after them like flying, Zhang Pan commanded the troops to rush out of the camp and follow up.

The battle in the Jianshou camp continued, but only sporadic remnants of the enemy were stubbornly resisting.More troops of the Ming army reorganized slightly and then pursued northward.

It is a normal situation that infantry cannot catch up with cavalry, and horses with two legs cannot run with four legs.

But infantry also has its own advantages and can continue to advance.But war horses carry people on their backs and cannot run for a long time.For long-distance maneuvers like the Mongolian cavalry, it is necessary to bring two to three spare horses and ride them in rotation.

Of course, Xiong Tingbi has no plan to let the infantry run straight to Fushun or Liaoyang, but it is still a good choice to support the cavalry and force Jiannu to flee in panic.

When Xiong Tingbi entered the slave camp under layers of protection, the battle was basically over, although sporadic gunfire and howling could still be heard.

The eyes are full of corpses in disorder, broken swords, guns and armor, bloody and broken limbs, the ground turned up with green smoke, and the destroyed chariot...

The large army has pursued northward, leaving only a small number of troops to clean up the battlefield.

Some soldiers roughly threw Jiannu's body onto the cart, while another group of soldiers carefully carried the body of their comrades to a cleared area, as if they were asleep and were afraid of being woken up.

Xiong Tingbi's eyes quickly turned away, not because he was heartless, but because his heart was as hard as iron, and he had a deeper understanding and feeling for war.

"The ammunition and supplies must be delivered as soon as possible." Xiong Tingbi explained without turning his head, "Send someone to report to Governor Yuan that our army has defeated the main force of the slave establishment, and will march towards Anshan and Liaoyang tomorrow."

"Use the signal tower to send a message to Liaoxi." Xiong Tingbi pondered for a moment, calculated the time, and said, "Let them receive the order and set off in three days, and the troops will leave Huangniwa."

"Send a message to Commander Mao in Liaodong that our army has won a big victory. Please be more careful. Jiannu may flee to Jianzhou and Haixi."

After a pause, Xiong Tingbi decided to write the secret performance by himself, and report the victory to Long Live faster than normal military newspapers.

Xiong Tingbi stretched out his hand in a circle, and said, "As soon as possible, count the corpses of Jianlu to determine the remaining strength of the enemy."

The staff officers and officers recorded, responded repeatedly, turned and parted ways.

"Jianlu's vitality will be severely damaged in this battle, and it is certain that he will be devastated." He Kegang said beside him: "Our army will take advantage of the victory to advance, go to Liaoyang, attack Shenyang, and strive to win another big victory in the Spring Festival."

Xiong Tingbi nodded slightly, cupped his hands towards the capital, and said, "Long live our full support and launch the Ping-Liao War with the power of the whole country. We will strive to forge ahead, live up to the emperor's order, and repay the emperor's favor."

Those who are patriotic, loyal to the emperor, and those who are appointed and reused by the emperor are all loyal and brave generals recorded in history.But just reusing is not enough. The emperor also knew that the generals were pursuing fame and fame.

Galloping on the battlefield, fighting bloody battles, what you get in return is success and fame, and worship as a general. This is human nature, and it can further stimulate the fighting spirit and courage of the generals.

Not to mention the noble sentiments that regard fame and wealth as dung, the emperor believed that the way to control his officials was to distinguish rewards and punishments.

In a few years, people like Zhang Pan, He Kegang, Huang Long, Kong Youde, Huang Degong, etc., the youngest also carried the rank of general.According to their age, it is not difficult to be promoted to the chief soldier.

Of course, military merit is earned as much as it can be earned, the more the better.Everyone knows that the extermination of slaves in Pingliao is the best chance for meritorious service and promotion.

Not only generals, but also ordinary soldiers were rewarded for fighting bravely and gaining military merits.

Every time he wins, the silver reward is unambiguous, and this is just an immediate benefit.The military merits are recorded, and after retiring from the army, they will be given land and preferential taxation.Not only does the individual benefit, but the whole family benefits from it.

But if you are greedy for life and afraid of death, and don't listen to orders, then I'm sorry, all the preferential policies are gone, and you will be severely punished by military discipline.

In addition to rewards and punishments, there are interests and interests. As long as these two points are grasped, the emperor believes that he can control the officials and control the generals.By extension, he, the chairman of Daming, is as easy to use as a man, saving worry and effort.

There was a faint sound of guns and cannons in the distance, Xiong Tingbi was still a little worried after all, so he ordered someone to lead the horse and rushed over with a group of men and horses.

It was Yangguli who set up a blocking position on the official road to exchange fire with the Ming army, and Daishan had already gone far with his unconscious father Khan.

what to do?what to do?Dai Shan was in a state of confusion. He was worried that the Ming army's attack would be difficult to resist while taking advantage of the victory, and he was even more worried that his father Khan would have troubles, and Hou Jin would fall into chaos.

The general mobilization, the decisive battle, fell into the situation of disastrous defeat.This is completely different from the setbacks in Guangning and Ningyuan. At that time, the Ming army still had the ability to counterattack. Now——

Daishan could foresee the continuous defeat of the Hou Jin in the future. Whether it was weapons and equipment or the number of troops, there was an irreparable gap between the Hou Jin and the Ming army.

Even if the Ming army stopped attacking and gave Hou Jin a year or two to breathe, Hou Jin would not be able to make much improvement in these two aspects.

Thinking of the fierce artillery bombardment and the rain of musket fire, Daishan couldn't help feeling desperate.

Just like a young child fighting with an adult, the gap is too great, no matter how hard you try, no matter how you plan, it will be difficult to win.

The Ming army was already so powerful, and after this great victory, their morale was like a rainbow, and their desire to attack was strong; the Houjin army suffered heavy losses, was precarious, and could even be said to be in jeopardy.

When he was in distress, he suddenly heard his father groaning, and Daishan hurriedly ordered to stop the car and came to visit him.

The old slave's head was wrapped with a strip of cloth, blood was already profusely pouring out.The flying shrapnel hit his head, and it was lucky that he didn't kill him immediately.

The old slave woke up slowly, still in dizziness and pain, his vision was also blurred, and he blinked slowly.

"Father Khan, Father Khan." The call sounded beside my ears.

The old slave pursed his dry lips, and Dai Shan immediately asked for water.After two sips of water, the old slave gradually regained consciousness.

"Our army - defeated." The old slave stopped his eyes on Daishan's face and asked in a weak voice.

Daishan lowered his head and remained silent, not daring to meet his father Khan's eyes.

The old slave slowly closed his eyes, enduring the pain and dizziness and thinking quickly, studying and judging his future actions and arrangements.

"Father Khan, our army is turning to Anshan." Daishan comforted him a little weakly: "Anshan is a small city, and my son thinks that Liaoyang can defend and defeat the enemy."

Nurhachi slowly opened his eyes, and said: "The Ming army has fierce weapons, and there are also strange tactics in attacking the city. I am afraid that defending Liaoyang to the death will repeat the same mistakes as Haicheng."

Daishan blinked and listened carefully.

While thinking about it, Nurhachi said: "Dig trenches in the winding or dangerous places on the road. If you can keep it, you will defend it, and if you are difficult to keep it, you will retreat. It is better than sitting in a city."

Dai Shan nodded vigorously, and said, "My child understands, this is arranged along the way."

A burst of severe pain hit, the old slave frowned hard, and after a while he said: "Call the generals over here, I have something important to explain."

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(End of this chapter)