After Louis' master and servant arrived in Xuzhou, they were taken everywhere to see, especially the firearms manufacturing factory. The interpreter was always there. In addition to instant translation, they also had to listen to more of Louis' master's and servant's private conversations.

This man does know a lot about firecrackers. He and the old servant know a lot about it. As for the cannon-making that he once boasted about, it is questionable.

However, Louis and his servants seemed to have some knowledge of military affairs. Late every night, Zhao Ziying's clerk would go to the interpreter and ask him to recall every sentence as much as possible, and then the record would be transferred to Zhao Jin.

Louis and his servant once talked and said that the formation and tactics of Zhao Ziying were very similar to those in Europe, but without the protection of firearms, they were closer to some army somewhere back then.

This conversation made Zhao Jin very interested. Although the interpreter did not understand the detailed words, Zhao Jin could tell from the scaly claws that the other party really knew about military affairs, and he said that there was a high probability that the person who lived somewhere at that time was the chief of Switzerland.

Halberd Infantry.

But Zhao Jin is not in a hurry to communicate with the other party. He heard that Louis is actively learning Chinese. The most exhausted thing now is the interpreter. He has to teach Louis Chinese, act as an interpreter, and be the eyes and ears.

"This Lu is also anxious to show off. He has already given the blueprint of the firegun, and now the craftsmen are building it according to this. However, this boy also saw that the handle of the firegun is longer and the barrel is shorter and thicker.

Some, the rest are nothing unusual, they are much bulkier than the blunderbuss. Brother, is this what you have always wanted?" Yoshika said.

"Yes, that's it." Zhao Jin said with a smile. Every time he heard people call Louis, he found it interesting. Everyone thought that Louis' surname was "Lu" or "Lu", but Zhao Jin didn't want to correct anything. This didn't matter.

What certain rules?

"Brother, you said that this shoulder-butt fire is more stable, and this one is not bad. But this kind of firearm is about reaching far. If the barrel becomes shorter and thicker, wouldn't it mean that it can't shoot far?" Everyone knows that Zhao Jin is talking about firearms.

I was in a good mood, and Yoshika was willing to chat more.

"How do you know that a long and thin barrel can hit farther?" Zhao Jin asked with a smile.

Yoshika was about to speak, but stopped, thought for a while and said, "It's really strange. I have always felt this way, but there is no evidence."

"When the kind I want is built, compare it and you will understand."

After chatting for a few words, everyone in the room was ready to stand up and leave. Now that we were discussing matters in the morning and evening, everyone was very busy.

At this time, there were rapid footsteps outside. Everyone in the room looked at each other, and Wang Zhaojing said in a deep voice: "Is there news?"

"Sir, urgent message from Beijing." The announcement outside confirmed Wang Zhaojing's suspicion.

The expressions of everyone in the room became serious. They were counting the days. It was time for the results of the battle in Liaodong to come out. Wang Zhaojing quickly went out to pick up the letter and opened it directly outside. He looked at it while walking and stopped in front of the door.

Sighing, there is no one here who needs to be kept secret.

"Brother, Liaodong was defeated. Shenyang and Liaoyang were captured by the Jianzhou Jurchens. Yuan Yingtai, the manager of Liaodong, died for his country."

Shenyang and Liaoyang are the two largest cities outside the Pass, and they are also the core and fortress of the entire Liaodong. These two places were captured by the Jurchens, and Liaodong was completely unprotected.

Although everyone in the room was becoming more and more alienated from Daming, everyone, including Zhao Jin, felt extremely heavy and uncomfortable after hearing the news. His chest felt like he couldn't breathe.

"Don't slack off in the training of the servants. If anyone is lazy, just drive out. Zhaojing, I told you to write. Write to the servant regiments and brigades everywhere. I have to go to each place to check. No one can relax." Zhao Jin suddenly raised his eyebrows. He spoke in a loud voice, with a strong tone of voice.

March 13, the first year of Tianqi, Shenyang City.

This city has been surrounded by people, and the military tents of the Jurchen Jin Army in Jianzhou can be seen everywhere. The entire Shenyang City seems to be a white chess piece on a chessboard, enveloped by a black chess piece.

Whether it was the Jin army outside the city or the Ming army inside the city, they were already arrayed to face them, as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Clusters of weapons shone coldly in the early spring sunshine, and there was a chilling air everywhere.

Obviously, a war is ready to begin.

Originally, Yuan Yingtai, the Liaodong manager of the Ming Dynasty, had planned to arrange a three-pronged Ming army to launch troops in an attempt to regain Qinghe and several cities in Fushun that had been lost to the Jurchens. However, unexpectedly, these military preparations had just begun. Nurhachi, the Great Khan of the Jin Kingdom, rushed to send troops. Then they attacked all the way, and finally led a heavy army to surround Shenyang.

Although Nurhachi's sudden attack exceeded the expectations of the Ming army soldiers in Shenyang City, they soon had no choice but to accept the reality and then turned to deploy defenses in Shenyang.

After years of repairs and temporary emergency repairs, Shenyang City is now very solid by any standard.

There is a wide trench outside Shenyang City. The Ming army cut down trees to build a fence under the city, and there are red cannons at the top of the city to help.

Precisely because he saw that Shenyang City was now heavily guarded, Nurhachi did not dare to force the city immediately after he attacked the outskirts of Shenyang. Instead, he chose to set up camp a few miles outside the city in order to carefully deploy the strategy for attacking Shenyang.

Deep in the Jurchen Jin Army camp in Jianzhou, a man on horseback was carefully observing the deployment of the Ming army with a captured telescope.

This man looked very strong. His tall and strong figure was especially prominent when he was driving a horse hard. The soft horse's back seemed to be crushed by his body. His brown and resolute face was expressionless. But he carries the same chilling air as this army. His forehead is broad and high, his eyes are bright, and he is constantly looking at the troops marching in front of him. His broad and rosy cheeks are brown, showing that he is unusually energetic. Although he is already sixty years old, he is still very powerful and powerful, no less powerful than his soldiers.

He is Nurhachi, the Great Khan of Houjin.

Since he raised his army, he has gone through countless battles, large and small, and has yet to suffer a defeat. Especially in the Battle of Saarhu the year before last, he led tens of thousands of Eight Banner soldiers to defeat hundreds of thousands of Ming troops, and even defeated them. His reputation reached its peak.

But this time, he will lead the Jianzhou Jurchen Jin Army to take the initiative to defeat the Ming Dynasty's last two important towns outside the Pass - Shenyang and Liaoyang.

If this goal can be achieved, the Jianzhou Jurchens will be completely established in Liaodong, and can advance westward to plot more.

When he thought of this, his gaze towards Shenyang City couldn't help but become more intense.

In order to explore the reality of Shenyang City and obtain more intelligence, Nurhaci sent dozens of scout cavalry to conduct reconnaissance along the outside of the city and across the ditch.

This was not reconnaissance at all, but more like a demonstration. Of course, the Ming army guarding Shenyang would not turn a blind eye to such a blatant provocation.

"My sons, follow me."

You Shigong, the commander-in-chief of the Ming Dynasty, shouted loudly, and then led his trusted servants to pursue these scout cavalry. After a short and intense horse battle, they beheaded four levels, and then returned easily.

Seeing the braided heads in their hands, the defenders gave out a burst of fierce cheers, and the originally solemn atmosphere instantly became a lot more relaxed. But even though the cheers were so loud, the Ming soldiers were still haunted by the cheers. The haze in their hearts has not completely dissipated - because Saarhu was defeated so miserably that the fear of the Jianzhou Jurchen Golden Army lingers in everyone's heart to a greater or lesser extent.

"We will withdraw our troops today and fight again tomorrow." After seeing the situation of the first encounter with the enemy, Nurhaci gave the order.

On the second day, the Jianzhou Jurchen Jin Army, which had rested and reorganized, walked out of the camp and slowly pressed towards Shenyang City. The military formation, like a tide, marched towards the city at an almost orderly pace, giving people With an indescribable pressure.

He Shixian, the commander-in-chief of the Ming Army, was riding a war horse and quietly looked at the Jurchen Jin Army of Jianzhou getting closer and closer in front of him. He said nothing, and neither did the soldiers or subordinates behind him.

It was not until the Jianzhou Jurchen Jin Army was approaching the city and the ferocious faces of the Jurchen soldiers in the front row could be seen that he took a deep breath.

The remaining cold air from the early spring made his chest feel chilly. Then he pulled out his sword.

"Go ahead"

Following General He's order, more than a thousand of his personal soldiers also followed him out of the city to face the Jurchen army. The personal soldiers were the vanguard, and the infantry were the flanks of the rear army. Looking at the same powerful momentum, the military formation It is grand and not inferior to the Jianzhou Jurchen Army Formation opposite.

Just below Shenyang City, two armies were facing each other, like two raging torrents, rolling forward. The two unstoppable torrents soon collided with each other.

The Jurchen soldiers with pigtails and the Ming soldiers with buns held their own weapons and fought together mercilessly. The faces of the soldiers on both sides became a little distorted due to the long period of fighting, and the shouts and weapons were The sounds of hitting each other or piercing into the human body were mixed together and became a seemingly endless noise, making these soldiers' blood boil and they went to kill the enemy even more crazily.

The chaotic fighting did not last long. The Jurchen soldiers seemed to feel a little tired. They slowly retreated and gathered slowly. They obviously wanted to withdraw from the battlefield, but how could the Ming army, which was already fighting, let them escape easily? ?

"Hurry up!" Commander He Shixian yelled, then took the lead and rushed towards the Jurchen formation.

The Jianzhou Jurchen Jin Army also turned around and fled at the same moment.

"Chase" "Kill the slave"

Shouts one after another resounded throughout the battlefield, and Ming soldiers rushed over one after another following He Shixian.

The Jurchens were obviously panicking and ran faster and faster along the way. Some of them even discarded their armor and weapons that were in the way. Seeing the enemy in such a mess, the Ming army also let out bursts of cheers. They all felt that they had won a long-lost victory at this time. It seems that they are within easy reach. As long as they chase and chase, they can kill all the slaves.
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