Black soil (Part 3)

On the morning of the fifteenth day, Goryeo sent envoys to slaughter the tribes of the Ninja tribes, and the envoys reported that the Ninja tribes were busy burying the dead tribes. The wounded soldiers were all over the camp, and the white flags stretched for several miles. Last night, there seemed to be a Han people in contact with the Ninja tribes, so please be careful. Cui Hao secretly sent a dead soldier to the Ninja tribes of the Ninja tribes, but he was killed outside the tent by the Xibe warrior. Guarjia sent someone to blame, but Cui Hao was afraid that the Ninja tribes would be directly behind the alliance and said that he did not know what the assassin was sent.

Chen Shitai was in a female direct business for three days and saved hundreds of people. He died and had flesh and bones, and had overworked and vomited blood. Each tribe was inspired by his sincerity and called him Chen Shaman.

These three days have opened the prelude to the ethnic integration of Liaodong.

Chen Shitai, a native of Dengzhou, Henan, is good at surgery, especially for the treatment of Jin Chuang. Shitai went to Peking and bought a telescope for a large sum of money. He was captured by Wang Feiyu's subordinates, and suspected to be a spy of Goryeo. The soldiers obtained skull pictures, human internal organs pictures, and muscle pictures in his carriage. He thought he was a monster and wanted to burn it. The military battalion commander Zhen Yao heard about this and stopped him and reported it to Wu'anguo to decide. Anguo took his picture and was shocked. He personally released his ties and ordered the glass factory to spend all his life.

Help Shitai. A few days later, he got a mirror and put the rice grains under him. He looked like a tea bowl. Wu'an Kingdom regarded Shitai as a famous doctor in the world and recommended it to King Yan. The King of Yan gave him a thousand gold and was kept as the deputy battalion commander of the military medical battalion. After the war yesterday, the King of Yan asked about the generals' plans to retreat to the enemy. Shitai recommended himself as a lobbyist and was willing to say that the tribes would stop the troops. Before the trip, he agreed with Wu'anguo and others to reconcile the terms of reconciliation, not to kill the person or take the land, and be brothers forever, and jointly maintain the Ming Dynasty.

"I think this time the Naomi Naomi took advantage of it. They used to be involved in trouble with the Koreans, just to open the market and allow merchants to sell them food, tea, cloth and other things. This time we won, why are we still giving them such good conditions?" Zhou Heng asked in confusion. This question represents the thoughts of many people. Everyone looked at Wu Anguo and hoped that he could give an answer earlier.

"this…."

"It's better to guess what Brother Wu means," Staff Officer Zhou Wuyou interrupted.

"Please speak", Wu Anguo made a gesture of asking for advice. He was unwilling to kill people. In his time, these nations were already part of the Chinese nation. His suggestion was just to hope that these tribes would nominally recognize the orthodox Ming Dynasty and avoid the disaster of war. The tragic situation of the daytime was somewhat beyond his heart's endurance.

Zhou Wuyou gently patted his left hand with the book in his right hand, coughed, cleared his throat, and waited for everyone to calm down, and said slowly: "Brother Wu suffered a loss in business. On the surface, we gave the girl Nao people a lot of benefits. In fact, this is about 10% and the girl Nao people never have a chance to make a comeback. Look at the map, there are many unbordered places between the activities of each department. Since they support the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty as the common ruler, we can't object to the market in the future. Of course, it is not an exaggeration to us to build some soil, build fortresses, store goods, or even send some soldiers to guard it. This is just one of them."

"Secondly, when the alliance of each department is disbanded, as long as we do not rush in the future, we can defeat each department. The department has no place to live, and it is difficult to unite and do things against us again. It is like a hot and stuffy meal, and it is not clear that the rice is cooked."

"This is not the best strategy. Third, it is the most vicious place of this plan. Brother Wu, don't blame me for describing this way. You can defeat others without fighting. The tribes do not farm and have limited food. We sell them food to exchange for their cattle and sheep. The greater the transaction, the stronger their dependence on us. If they change their minds in the future, we just need to cut off their food supply and, with their unlucky character, they will immediately stop cooking. At that time, even if they have the intention to rebel, they must weigh how many days the supply can support. Fortresses cannot be put in one day, and the food will be exhausted, and the people will be dispersed. I, the Central Plains, have rich products, and the things of each tribe are dispensable to me, but our things are indispensable for a day."

"The clever plan is indeed a clever plan." Everyone suddenly realized. Only Wu Anguo looked at Zhou Wuyou blankly and thought to himself: "Why didn't I think this kind of trade relationship has the effect of control and being controlled. Then, in our era, many seemingly win-win transactions also imply many traps in it?"

"I think this plan has another advantage," Chang Mao played with a piece of cloth and added on the side: "Since each tribe has traded a lot with me, they must learn to speak. Many tribes do not even have words, and they must learn how to write and keep accounts. A hundred years later, these tribes may not be able to distinguish each other from us." As he said that, he pointed his hand at the side, Liu Chang, the secretary who was assimilated by the Huns, "Brother Liu, are you assimilated by the Huns? I remember that the son of the Huns changed his name to Liu Bao, gave birth to a son named Liu Yuan, pretending to be a descendant of Emperor Gaozu of Han, and established a Han Dynasty that no one recognized. By the way, Lao Lei, it seems that the leader of Shu Qiang is named Lei. Hi, don't run away, I will analyze it one by one, why are they all dispersed?"

"In fact, the descendants of China are all living in this land. The so-called nation is just the difference between culture and wealth. After a long time of mixing together, it becomes one. So we have to find a way to trick more people into immigrating to Liaodong and get involved with various tribes." Li Ling listened for a long time and showed his expertise of not being astonishing.

"Old Li, you are not afraid of me as a gang. For the sake of brothers, I will tell you a chance to get rich. They ran away before I could come up with me." Chang Mao reached out to grab Li Ling, afraid that he would never talk to him after he left. "Look, this is the cloth I snatched out of Wu'anguo's tent. It seems to be wool wool. Good guy, you don't need to be sizing and washing at all. It's so neat. If it's made into clothes, it will definitely look good. Wu'anguo didn't mention it with others. We'll be together to open a weaving factory in Liaoyang. Wool is not worth a lot, but we use the new weaving tools produced by Old Man Yang to weave it to the Central Plains. The things are rare and expensive, so we can definitely sell it at a high price. Well, then we will open a Changji cloth shop, dozens of companies." Chang Mao said his plan to make money like a sleepwalking, and Li Ling listened with a smile.

"But, Lao Li, it's not that I said you, your name has to be changed. Why is it called Li Ling? It's not the same as the traitor back then. Hi, why are you leaving?"

On the night of the fifteenth, Zhang Zhengwu, the commander of the artillery division, attacked the Mongolian army camp at night under the cover of infantry. More than 200 artillery fires were fired in half an hour. The Mongolian camp fires soared into the sky. The soldiers woke up from their dreams, trampled on each other, and countless casualties were injured. Alihai packed up his team and went out to meet the enemy, but there was no trace of the Ming army. By dawn, he only found several ruts from three miles outside the camp. The Mongolians became even more afraid.

On the same night, Wang Hao led his men to attack the Goryeo camp and broke several places in the camp. This time, the rescue plan seemed to be unsuccessful and no prisoner of war was rescued.

On the 16th, Cui Hao ordered his subordinates to divide the Ming army prisoners in their hands into small groups and spread them outside the Goryeo camps so that the Ming army artillery could take into account. At this time, the prisoners of war became treasures in the Goryeo camp, and three meals a day were rough, but no one dared to let them starve again. Because the Goryeo soldiers finally understood that this was their amulet, and once they were lost, they would be sent by heaven.

On the 18th, the tribes of the Ninja were farewell without saying a word. Cui Hao wanted to divide his troops to chase him, for fear that the Northern Army would attack its flanks, so he could not watch the tribes go away with his eyes.

On the 19th, Cui Hao’s most worried thing finally came. Early in the morning, just as he sat firmly in the commander’s tent, soldiers hurriedly came to report, and the Ming soldiers came to challenge him.

"Hold the battle signs, and the generals returned to their camps and used strong crossbows to guard the camp." Cui Hao gave the order directly without thinking.

The soldier who reported the news looked pale and said stammeringly: "Master, no, it's not the soldiers who are here to challenge it. The entire camp of the Ming Dynasty is moving towards us."

"Absurd, a little bit of trouble is so scared. How do I teach you? Drag it out and beat it hard." Cui Hao slapped the handsome case, and immediately a few warriors like wolves and tigers raised the poor soldiers and dragged them out.

"Master, the little one is wronged, please see it yourself, you, look!" The soldier wailed.

When Cui Hao heard this, he waved his hand to let the warrior retreat, picked up the telescope, and walked outside the tent. A strange scene appeared in his telescope that he had never seen in his life. Five miles away, under the brilliant sunset, a city covered with thorns shone with cold light, moving towards the Goryeo Camp.

"Hurry, take the prisoners to the front of the formation, and the whole team will welcome the enemy. General Che, go to the Mongolian camp to ask for help, ask them to attack from the flanks and wipe out the Ming army in this battle."

"Yes"!, the left and right agreed and quickly followed the arrangement and executed the order. The most tragic battle that spring began from now on.

Because there were Ming army prisoners of war as shields, the Goryeo were not afraid of Ming army artillery. The cannons would definitely kill the Ming Dynasty's people. Judging from the previous battle situation, Zhu Di could not bear to do this, otherwise he would not have retreated again and again.

However, the momentum of the Ming army's advance was really heartbreaking. The swords in the hands of the Goryeo soldiers who came forward to catch the enemy were trembling, not because they were afraid, but because the ground under their feet was trembling and getting closer.

The five-mile-wide distance was soon completed by two teams facing forward. In a blink of an eye, the two sides were less than 200 steps closer, which was once the distance that the Goryeo cavalry had dreamed of reaching. At this time, their horses were roaring and circling and retreating. If the riders on the horse were not trying desperately to control it, the horses would probably have fled in panic.

Accompanied by the rumbling war drums, a Great Wall that was almost out of sight squeezed towards the Goryeo. The long thorns on the Great Wall and the faint blue light made the opponent feel endless chill from his heart. It was a chariot, and the Goryeo finally recognized the secret weapon of the Ming army. The answer to the Ming army collecting wood when they retreated was revealed at this moment.

The wide and long wooden boards form the front of the chariot, and the long iron nails turn the wooden board into the nemesis of the war horse. The body of the chariot is still the original baggage chariot, but it is not food, but bullets and grenades. (The main van, originally invented by Dayou in the mid-Ming Dynasty). Iron chains connect the chariots to form a moving Great Wall. The Ming army cavalry and infantry were behind the chariot, and they stepped in neatly, forcing the enemy.

The two armies are less than 100 steps apart.

Just when the Goryeo was helpless, suddenly, the chariot stopped, and the soldiers pushing the cart stuck the wheels with a special bracket. A red semicircle-painted flag stretched out from the blockbuster that shook the Northern Army camp and fluttered in the wind. The earth started to tremble in fear and the sky began to darken again. A shadow appeared on the Goryeo's heads.

When they fled, the Goryeo soldiers in the front row suddenly had this idea. Unfortunately, before the implementation was implemented, the disaster had already come. The Zhenbei Army took action this time without leaving any room for it. The red tongue of flames rushed out of the chariot, crossed the heads of the Ming prisoners of war, and pushed the Goryeo cavalry in the front row off the war horses. At the same time, the shells fell down and landed neatly at the junction of the Goryeo front and central troops, cutting the team into two sections.

Between those two sections, there is the hell on earth. The tragedy on earth, repeated again. The blood turns the dry ground into mud again. Broken arms, broken limbs, and minced meat, flying among the Koreans.

Horses neigh, people shout, wailing at the end of their lives, and squealing from the wound were all covered by the deafening sound of gunfire. The whole world, at this time, had a monotonous "tranquility".

The artillery was actually shot from at least three miles away to this place. It turned out that the precise attack distance of the Ming army's artillery was so far, and the Mongolians had no mistake in choosing to camp far away. Cui Hao closed his eyes. He avoided the first round of artillery attacks behind the central army, and was surrounded by his terrified subordinates, and retreated desperately. The relatively neat rear army was also squeezed out by the central army and retreated one after another.

"Stop, the artillery can no longer be fired, don't panic, spread the formation," Cui Hao shouted loudly, and his followers were passing his orders together. The warriors who were supervising the battle simply pulled out their big sword and cut down the running people. It was noisy for a quarter of an hour, and finally stabilized the team.

When the Koreans had the courage to observe the battlefield, their front army had already rushed forward. Because the retreat was blocked by artillery, only by attacking and breaking through the Ming army's chariots could they find the only chance of survival.

All prisoners of war were taken to the front, with not many soldiers in the front army, and they were mainly cavalry. They were not hit by artillery. After a moment of panic, under the organization of the general, the cavalry leaned over, grabbed the horse's belly, and rushed towards the opponent. This distance could be rushed to the enemy in a moment.

A hundred steps, just a few leaps in the war horse.

But the war horses neighed and stopped in front of the Ming army's formation. The front car panel covered with iron nails blocked the war horse's way. Pause was death. At this distance, the Ming army's bullets would never accidentally hurt their own people.

As they rushed, some extremely loyal and brave war horses jumped up, but the front compartment was too high, exceeding the limit of the horse's ability to jump. After using their last life to draw a beautiful curve in the air, the rider and his companions collided with the chariot, and were stabbed by iron nails, blood mixed with bubbles, dripping down from the car.

The life of a warrior is the most beautiful the moment before it witheres. Whether he is an opponent or himself.

The soldiers of the Zhenbei Army were shocked by this tragic scene and forgot to shoot in an instant. At this moment, a group of Goryeo cavalry rushed up and chopped their sabers onto the chariot.

Unfortunately, your strength is too small, the soldiers of Zhenbei Army laughed and quickly reacted and shot the Goryeo cavalry under the horse.

The artillery continued to roar, and three hundred cannons fired in turn, and the shells repeatedly hit a region, dispelling the luxury of the Koreans' desire to help their companions. The Koreans behind saw the front army fighting desperately, but could not come forward to help.

A green flag quietly rose from the Jinbei Army's blockbusters. Two green fireworks were emitting thick smoke and fell from the air. The gunshot suddenly stopped. On both sides of the Ming position, several chariots put away the connected chains, as if they opened two doors on the position.

Chang Mao and Xu Zengshou, one on the left and one on the right, led two cavalrymen, like sharp arrows away from the string, inserted from the side into the Goryeo team that was captured by the Ming army. Wang Hao and Li Ling each brought a group of people, holding bundles of steel knives in their hands.

With his hand raised, Chang Mao's pair of maces tugged a ball of blood among the Goryeo cavalry. With the puff and puff sound, several riders who were opposite him were smashed to the ground by him and his horse. Next to him, Wang Zhenghao's wrists shook, and the sword cut through the air and sucked on a Goryeo cavalry quilt. A knife edge splashed from his shoulders to his waist, and blood splashed everywhere. Then he raised the blade and wiped the neck of another cavalry. With the assistance of him and Mei Yi, the cavalry led by Chang Mao was neatly like a steel knife, making countless huge holes between the Goryeo team. Soon, he met with the cavalry led by Xu Zengshou. The two generals nodded to each other, turned the horse's head, and each made a new path, completely dividing the front of Goryeo.

The Goryeo cavalry was not vegetarian. When they fought back, some Ming knights were injured. However, the military preparations of the two sides were too different. The Goryeo sword slashed on the Ming army, and most of the power was absorbed by the chain mail. If they were not cut to the vital point, they would only cause minor injuries. The Ming army's sabers were a nightmare of the Goryeo cavalry. As long as they were greeted, they would be wounds of more than a foot long. The injured immediately lost their combat effectiveness and no one came to treat them. They could only listen to the sound of their blood gushing out, waiting for the blood to dry up, and waiting for the arrival of death.

Taking advantage of the time when the Gaoli people were stunned, the cavalry and infantry led by Wang Hao and Li Ling rushed to the Ming prisoners of war. At the moment when the fire was opened, these brothers squatted on the ground while taking advantage of the night attack in the past few days, protecting their heads with their hands. Wang Hao threw the steel knife down from his horse and shouted, "Don't be messed up, cut the ropes from each other and follow us." Immediately, someone distributed the steel knife, and the person who got the steel knife quickly cut off the ropes from the waists of people close to him. The Goryeo cavalry finally regretted that if it was the long rope at the beginning, if it was not replaced with such short ropes, the Ming cavalry would not rush in. Unfortunately, they only thought about how to facilitate the attack and underestimated the strength of their opponents.

The prisoners of war quickly gained freedom, holding steel knives, slowly retreated under the cover of cavalry and infantry, and gradually disappeared into the formation. Zhang Zhengxin led a team of people to catch them and led them to the camp of the Zhenbei Army. On the battlefield, the few remaining Korean cavalrymen desperately entangled Chang Mao and others. They knew that once Chang Mao and others retreated to the formation, the Ming army's firearms would be scruples.

Cui Hao watched his subordinates struggle desperately in the distance while the Ming cavalry was hit by the Ming Dynasty. His soldiers could not be sent up, and the opponent did not cherish the shells at all. Every time he wanted to send some reinforcements, the shells would form a wall of death again where they fell repeatedly. Goryeo's artillery was still solid bullets, and could only take five hundred steps. It was put out to serve as a target for the opponent for free, and there was no need to sway outward.

"Where are Mongolians, and what about Mongolians?" Cui Hao shouted in his heart, his mouth twitched, and insulting words had already comforted all the elders in the Mongolian family. When he was almost desperate, the Mongolian horse team finally appeared in his telescope and slowly approached the Ming army camp.

"Roar up, step over the cannon, rush," the Koreans shouted, "It's too far away, the Mongolians can't hear it.

At the camp command center, Zhu Di also saw the torrent of the Mongols. It was more than two miles away from the camp. The Mongols fought, each with three to four horses, so they could launch a charge at any distance.

"His Royal Highness of Yan, there are too many Mongolians to let a team return to the rescue." The secretary Liu Chang carefully suggested that he was the son of a minister in the court, and he was a scholar. He was inevitably a little nervous when he first arrived at the battlefield.

"No need, there is a general here," Zhu Di answered, turning the telescope in Chang Mao's direction, and Zhang Zhengxin was taking the prisoners of war to the way home.

In the east of the camp, behind the barbed wire, Wu'an Guo stood up and stood still. Three thousand infantrymen lined up in several straight lines behind him, and the barrels were like forests.

The Mongolian moved forward a few steps and stopped. Seeing that the other party did not respond, he moved forward a few steps and stopped again. Then hesitated, not knowing whether to charge forward.

Wu Anguo looked back and a yellow flag was raised on the artillery position in time. He smiled and his big hand suddenly fell. A red firework rose into the air, and countless shells roared and rushed towards the Mongolian soldiers. Some artillery soldiers who quietly turned the muzzle to prepare a meeting ceremony for the Mongolians. The explosion sounded up from the Mongolian horse team. After the smoke of gunpowder, tens of thousands of Mongolian horse teams left countless bodies, retreated like a tide, and turned into a life-saving event in a blink of an eye.

"Open the gate of the village and get on the horse to chase the enemy." Wu Anguo ordered, and three thousand infantrymen stepped onto the war horses and rushed out of the camp. The war horse, which had been suppressed for nearly twenty days, spread its four hooves, galloping at lightning, chasing an opponent that was nearly twenty times his.

Hearing the sound of horse hooves of pursuers, Mongolian warriors bypassed their camp and desperately instigated the war horses to escape to the wide grassland in the distance. The warriors who stayed behind the camp were not willing to live behind and boarded the horse and ran wildly, leaving the empty camp for their opponents.

"It's weird if you can catch up." Afterwards, a soldier smiled and explained to his artillery companion who did not participate in the pursuit.

"Then what are you chasing?"

"Scare them, Marquis Wu told them in advance that if they catch up, we should slow down. Never catch up. It will not be worth the loss. Who would have thought that they would not even want the camp and let us take a big advantage in vain."

"I lost, but I didn't expect it to be so miserable." Cui Hao, who saw this scene in the telescope, thought painfully. As a commander, he must show the courage to cut off his arm.

"Escape, the rear team is in front, the central army is in back, Jin Zhengsheng, you lead the infantry to break the rear. Give up the camp, Wang Qi, you go back to the camp quickly, tell the troops to burn the heavy things, and everyone will meet at the Liaohe ferry 200 miles away. Li Xianzhi, hurry up to the ferry and notify the ships to prepare." Seeing the generals taking the orders one by one, Cui Hao looked back at his front army, and the rolling smoke blocked his sight. "No one can escape, God, what battle did I fight?"
Chapter completed!