RNP Chapter 1408 Dorgon: It is still unknown who will win!
Chapter 1408 Dorgon: It is still unknown who will win!
Chapter 1408 Dorgon: It is still unknown who will win!
Ningyuan City
As the rumbling sound of artillery fire rang out, the entire towering Ningyuan city wall seemed to shake a few times, and then the dirt and dust on the wall fell down.
Accompanied by deafening shouts and cries of killing, a large number of Han soldiers carried wooden ladders and climbed up to the floors.
Jia Heng was holding a monocular telescope in his hand, looking at the battle situation in Ningyuan City. He said in a calm voice: "Ningyuan City has been broken."
This historical Ningyuan City, after being renovated by the Jurchens, could be regarded as a military fortress, but with the gunpowder technology of later generations, it could not withstand the explosive power of gunpowder.
At this moment, the elite flagmen of the Eight Banners on the top of the city were fighting with the soldiers of the Han Army's Beijing Camp, while under the city wall, as a large number of soldiers entered Ningyuan City through the holes in the city wall, the Han Army of the Beijing Camp poured in together.
At this moment, Prince Zheng Jirgalang and his nephew Aiduli, upon hearing what the groom reported, had gloomy expressions on their faces and heavy eyes.
"Uncle, the city has been breached. The situation is hopeless and we can't save it." Ai Duli said anxiously.
Prince Zheng Jirgalang, with thick eyebrows as thick as little fingers, looked deeply and said, "My army will fight to the last soldier and will never retreat. Come, follow me to recapture the city. After the Han army enters the city, they will no longer have the red cannons to wreak havoc. It is still unknown who will win!"
Previously, he had spread the word to Prince Rui, vowing to live and die with Ningyuan City. Now that the city has been captured, he will certainly not go back on his word.
Jirgalang drew out the precious sword from his waist with a swish. The blade shone sharply, and he shouted loudly: "Follow me and kill!"
As he spoke, he encouraged the personal guards around him, and at this moment, he raised a shining saber and rushed towards the bandits.
At this moment, after the city was broken, it was indeed as Jirgalang said, a large number of Jurchen Eight Banners soldiers did not collapse at the first touch, but continued to fight with the Han army, showing their courage and fearlessness, and fighting to the death.
At this moment, looking down from the sky, one could see teams of Han troops colliding with a large number of Jurchen Eight Banners soldiers. Every time the weapons collided, one could hear the "swish" sound of the sharp blades entering the flesh, followed by continuous groans of pain.
Countless Han soldiers fought with the Jurchen Eight Banners, and many soldiers fell in a pool of blood at this moment.
Cao Bianjiao held a spear in his hand and stabbed Gulmahong to death. At this moment, he did not pay much attention to the corpse.
And in the flash of the spear, it was like sweeping through thousands of troops, leading a large number of Han army officers and soldiers along the straight and steep horse path down the city wall, killing gods and Buddhas who stood in his way.
After a while, the Jurchen soldiers below were stirred into a bloody storm by the spear in Cao Bianjiao's hand, and they tried to fight their way out.
Gradually, a large number of Han soldiers gained a foothold on the top of the city. At this time, a large number of Han soldiers poured into the collapsed and dilapidated city walls, burning the elite Jurchen Eight Banners wearing blue foam-studded armor like flames.
At this moment, water and fire collided, and the blue sea water, facing the red flames, seemed to be evaporated all at once.
The Han army dispatched about 70,000 to 80,000 troops in this battle, rushing into the city from three gates, undoubtedly having an absolute advantage in terms of military strength.
Jirgalang's face was as solemn as iron. He found a black horse to ride, followed by a group of personal guards, and went to support the war.
The flagmen of the Zhenglan Banner were all wearing blue foam-studded armor and holding sharp sabers in their hands, and they charged towards the surrounding Han army.
Jirgalang's nephew Aituli looked at Jirgalang standing beside him, holding a long sword and hacking at the Han soldiers like cutting melons and vegetables, invincible.
After all, Jirgalang was one of the most powerful generals in the Qing Dynasty. At this moment, he was wielding a long iron sword with great force. All the soldiers of the Han army who tried to stop him were killed by his sword.
At this time, several officers of the Beijing Camp saw this scene, looked at each other, and rushed towards Jirgalang with goose-feather knives in their hands. However, Jirgalang chopped back and forth with the long knife in his hand. In a few seconds, several officers of the Beijing Camp groaned in pain and fell in a pool of blood.
It's clear that there is no one who can match his sword!
After a while, the officers and soldiers of the Beijing camp fell to the ground one after another under his superb martial arts, groaning in pain in a pool of blood.
At this moment, Cao Bianjiao came quickly with a bright silver spear in his hand and stabbed towards Jirgalang.
As he walked closer, the bright silver spear in his hand turned into a beam of light and strangled Jirgalang.
The spear was swift and fierce, with its light flashing continuously. At this moment, it was carrying endless murderous aura as it blocked Jirgalang.
It was as if people were coming from all directions to surround Jirgalang.
Under Jirgalang's two slightly thick eyebrows, a hint of solemnity appeared on his somewhat energetic face.
Cao turns into a dragon!
Jirgalang's thick eyebrows were also filled with murderous intent, his eyes were flashing fiercely, and he swung a sharp long knife in his hand towards Cao Bianjiao.
"clang!!!"
At this moment, accompanied by the sound of swords and guns clashing, the two men looked at each other, and both saw traces of shock in each other's eyes.
In fact, this was the first time that Cao Bianjiao fought against Jirgalang. Although Cao Bianjiao had led his troops to defeat Jirgalang's troops once before, the two had never had a head-on confrontation.
Jierhalang's sword-like brows were filled with murderous intent, and he said indignantly, "Little boy!"
"Thief, give me your life!" A bright silver spear in Cao Bianjiao's hand turned into a silver dragon, stirring up the wind and clouds, trying to strangle Jirgalang.
The two men fought with each other with a clanging sound, like a revolving lantern, and before they knew it, twenty rounds had passed.
At this moment, Ai Duli looked extremely anxious, holding a sharp long sword in his hand, and attacked Cao Bianjiao.
Just at this time, Cao Bianjiao's deputy general also took up his sword and fought with Ai Duli, sharing the pressure for Cao Bianjiao.
Next, the guards of both sides and the flagmen of the two blue flags started fighting each other. The sound of swords clashing was accompanied by the sound of swords entering flesh, and groans of pain could be heard.
At this moment, Jirgalang's face was as solemn as ice, and sweat was oozing out of his back. It was obvious that he was somewhat unable to withstand the siege of Cao Bianjiao.
The movements gradually slowed down.
A thought came to my mind: he is old, and now the world is dominated by young players.
However, just as Jirgalang was distracted, he suddenly saw a flash of spear light before his eyes, which was dazzling. It was obvious that the spear, like a dragon, was coming towards him to kill him.
Jirgalang's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly raised the sword in his hand to block the attack.
Cao Bianjiao's face was as cold as iron, covered with a layer of murderous aura, and he said in deep thought: "Man, prepare to die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the moonlight stirred by the spear, like a streak of silk, pierced towards Jirgalang's chest with the force of thunder.
"Pfft..."
As the spear pierced into the flesh, Jirgalang felt a pain in his chest and a look of disbelief appeared on his face.
Jirgalang's eyes widened, but he felt pain in his chest. He opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly he felt a huge force attacking him.
But Cao Bianjiao suddenly exerted his strength and raised the spear in both hands, clearly trying to lift Jirgalang up.
This undoubtedly caused great damage to Jirgalang's body.
Jirgalang groaned in pain, and then he felt a sudden blackness in front of his eyes, and his consciousness suddenly fell into endless darkness.
The horrifying scene of the Jurchen prince being stabbed with a spear naturally caught the eyes of a large number of soldiers who were fighting not far away, especially some of the Jurchen Eight Banners.
There was no doubt that my heart was shocked.
How could you not recognize Prince Zheng Jirgalang?
Therefore, seeing this scene, the Eight Banners soldiers who were originally charging forward to fight undoubtedly had their spiritual beliefs collapsed at this moment, and their original fearless spirit suddenly relaxed at this moment.
After all, they live and die with the city, but now that Jirgalang has died in the battle, do they really want to fight the Han people to the last drop of blood?
It is better to retreat to Jinzhou. There are 100,000 troops of the Regent in Jinzhou. As long as we escape to Jinzhou, we can resist the attack of the Han army again.
As soon as this thought came to mind, some members of the Eight Banners began to waver.
At this moment, the two vermilion city gates were wide open, and a large number of Han soldiers could be seen pouring into the city like a tide. With the addition of tens of thousands of Han army reinforcements, the balance of the war tilted sharply towards the Han army.
In this respect, there is actually no difference.
At this moment, when Aiduli saw Jirgalang being stabbed down by Cao Bianjiao's spear, he felt his pupils shrink sharply and his hands and feet became cold.
At this moment, Cao Bianjiao's cold eyes, bright as lightning, under his sword-like eyebrows, glanced over suddenly, as if with a sharp edge.
Ai Duli's heart trembled, and he whispered with his personal soldiers: "Retreat!"
As he spoke, he retreated to a distant place without saying anything else, escorted by a group of personal guards.
It was obvious that he saw the situation was not good, so he fled as a sign of respect.
The flagmen of the two blue flags in the city fought bravely under the leadership of a group of military generals including the generals-in-chief, deputy generals-in-chief, lieutenants, and captains.
The elite soldiers of the Eight Banners of the Jurchens still have some blood in this.
Relying on the city and streets, they fought endlessly with the Han Dynasty's Beijing camp soldiers, and the shouts of killing shook the earth.
At this moment, the fighting power and tenacity of the elite soldiers of the Eight Banners of the Jurchens were revealed.
After all, there are still nearly 20,000 elite Eight Banners troops in the city. If used properly, they can still cause considerable casualties to the Han army.
However, as a large number of Han troops from the Beijing Camp poured into the city like a tide, they gradually completed the cutting and encirclement of the elite soldiers of the Eight Banners of the Jurchens.
Under the leadership of the Lieutenant General of the 12th Regiment and the Guerrilla General, the soldiers of the Beijing Camp, armed with goose-feather swords and spears, encircled and suppressed the elite Eight Banners of the Jurchens, truly using the majority to defeat the minority.
"kill!"
At this moment, the shouts and cries of killing were earth-shaking and seemed to stir the sky.
Nearly 100,000 soldiers shouted and killed together, the sound shook the earth. How shocking it was!
Looking down from a high altitude, one can see that a large number of officers and soldiers from the Beijing Camp are rapidly compressing the activity space of the two blue flags of the Jurchens.
It was not until the evening that the shouting and screaming gradually subsided.
The sky was filled with sunset glow, as bright as rosy clouds, and occasionally a few cuckoos made cooing sounds.
Under the blood-red setting sun, one could see broken guns, broken flags, and a mess of corpses from both sides lying on the ground.
Jia Heng put down the telescope in his hand at this moment, and said to Chen Xiao beside him: "Now that Ningyuan City has been taken, our army will rest for two days, and then we will break through Jinzhou, and Shengjing will be in sight."
Chen Xiaoru's face was bright and beautiful, and she said in a deep voice: "The terrain along the Songshan Mountain is dangerous. It seems that Dorgon wants to stop our army from advancing northwards here."
Jia Heng looked dazed for a moment, his eyes were fierce under his sword-like brows, and he said, "The Battle of Songshan originally concerned the rise and fall of the country, and also the victory or defeat of the Han and the Lu countries."
In the parallel universe, the Ming Dynasty's road to national demise began with Hong Chengchou's defeat at Songshan.
Chen Xiao said: "The soldiers have entered the city, should we enter the city too?"
Jia Heng nodded and said in a clear voice: "After we clean up the battlefield, it won't be too late for us to enter the city."
Chen Xiao suddenly said, "Once Ningyuan City is broken, Dorgon will probably be anxious."
Jia Heng said, "There's no point in being anxious. We Han will hammer nails into the coffin of the Jurchens one by one. This is just the first one."
Seeing that the city wall in the distance was almost reached, Jia Heng's face was as calm as the mysterious water under his sword-like brows, and he said softly: "Let's go into the city."
Chen Xiao hummed, then followed Jia Heng and walked quickly towards the city wall that had almost collapsed into ruins.
At this moment, as the sun sets, you can see that both of them are riding a maroon horse, wearing a black cloak and a black and red brocade python robe inside, which gives them the aura of men of war riding horses on the rivers and lakes.
Ningyuan City
As the sky gradually darkened, the shouting and killing sounds in the city gradually subsided and weakened. On the streets, soldiers in red uniforms were cleaning up the battlefield.
At this moment, the sound of horse hooves could be heard coming from the end of the street.
"My humble servant greets you, Marshal." Cao Bianjiao paused and said with a fist clasped.
Jia Heng hesitated for a moment, then extended his hand to support him, and said in a loud voice: "General Cao, there is no need to be polite. Have the remaining enemies in the city been eliminated?"
Cao Bianjiao nodded, his face paused, and said: "General, the remaining enemies in the city have been cleared out, and the captive king Jierhalang has been killed by me, but it is a pity that Jierhalang's nephew Ai Duli escaped."
Jia Heng's eyes flashed coldly, and he said, "No one can escape."
"How many soldiers and horses have left in total?" Jia Heng asked.
Cao Bianjiao said: "Reporting to the commander, there are about three to four thousand people."
Jia Heng frowned, his eyes flickered, and he said, "General Cao, this is not a place for a chat. Follow me into the government office and we'll talk first."
Cao Bianjiao's face was excited, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, and he said softly, "General, please."
Jia Heng didn't say anything else and followed Cao Bianjiao to the government office in Ningyuan City.
Everyone sat down. At this moment, other officers and soldiers of the Beijing Camp also saluted to the young man in the python robe.
Jia Heng sat down behind a lacquered wooden table, his sharp eyebrows darting his eyes towards the officers below.
After a moment of silence, he nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work, generals."
It was a scolding before, but now that Ningyuan City has been captured, it is also appropriate to give verbal praise at the right time. It is a good thing without any cost.
Sure enough, when the officers and soldiers below heard this, a hint of pride appeared on their calm faces.
Haven’t we been going through life and death these days just for the praise from the young Duke?
Jia Heng said in a deep voice: "But next, when you face the main force of the Jurchens, you should guard against arrogance and impatience and not act rashly."
"Yes."
Upon hearing this, all the officers and generals present spoke up in agreement.
Cao Bianjiao nodded and said, "General, when will our army march into Jinzhou?"
Jia Heng looked at Cao Bianjiao intently and said loudly, "Let's take a break for two days and let the soldiers have a good rest. There is no need to rush."
The battle in Songjin will obviously not be decided in one or two days. Now that Ningyuan City has been captured, there is no need to rush.
Jia Heng had a calm face and a fierce look in his eyes. He said loudly: "In the next few days, the subsequent fire gun ammunition and arrows will be replenished to the front line. In the next few days, the injuries of my soldiers should be treated."
During the siege, the Han army suffered many casualties, and these soldiers obviously could not be ignored.
After informing the generals, the Jinyifu guards outside hurriedly crossed the threshold and entered the hall, saying, "Commander-in-chief, the military report from Lord Xie."
Jia Heng looked at the Jinyifu guard and said loudly, "Bring it here for me to see."
At this moment, the imperial guard beside him took the military report, turned around and handed it to Jia Heng, saying, "Commander-in-chief."
Jia Heng looked at the military report in his hand with a frown on his face. Facing the gazes of Cao Bianjiao and other officers, he said in a deep voice, "Marquis Xie encountered the Jurchen Mongolian cavalry near Xiaoling River. There are 7,000 of them. We also found out that they were the cavalry that attacked our army from behind and intercepted the grain route."
Upon hearing this, all the generals present showed a hint of joy on their faces.
Jia Heng looked at the officers and said, "My dear generals, it is clear that the Jurchens have never forgotten how to turn the tide. As long as Shengjing is not captured, the Han Dynasty will not relax even a bit."
Upon hearing this, all the officers bowed and agreed.
After all the generals left, the military tent suddenly became empty.
Jia Heng looked at Chen Xiao who was standing beside him and said loudly, "Xiaoxiao."
"Let's eat first." Chen Xiao was holding a wooden plate and put it on a low table. There were various dishes on it.
Jia Heng sat down, picked up a pair of bamboo chopsticks with pointed round roots, a thoughtful look appeared on his face, and he whispered, "Is there any latest intelligence from the Songjin line?"
Chen Xiao shook his head and said, "Not really."
Jia Heng picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of tofu, put it in Chen Xiao's bowl, and said, "Let's eat first."
Chen Xiao hummed softly, and he was used to the relationship between the two of them.
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Jinzhou City
It was late June, and the weather in June can change suddenly. Dark clouds rolled over the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it rained a lot.
In Jinzhou City, in the government hall——
Dorgon was sitting behind a lacquered wooden table, holding a military report in his hand, his face extremely solemn.
This was another military report delivered by Lekedehun, reporting that the Han troops from Gaizhouwei and Haizhouwei were attacking Liaoyang City fiercely, and Liaoyang City could not hold on any longer.
Dorgon placed the general newspaper on the table beside him, his face as gloomy as iron.
Things are getting worse.
At this moment, a thick layer of worry covered Dorgon's extremely resolute face.
Ajige's expression paused, frowned, and said dissatisfiedly: "What is the purpose of this Lekedehun coming here to complain again and again?"
Dorgon sighed and said, "The Han army has deployed a lot of red cannons in the Jiangnan Navy. The Han army's Jiangnan Navy is the main force attacking Liaoyang this time. There are sixty or seventy red cannons alone. The continuous bombardment will make Liaoyang City unable to hold out."
Ajige said in a muffled voice: "Red cannons are very heavy and inconvenient to carry. How can there be so many?"
Dorgon's eyes were filled with worry, and he said, "It is now the Han army that has improved the craftsmanship."
"Didn't we also deploy nearly a hundred gates in Jinzhou City this time?" Ajige nodded and said loudly.
This was all the property of the Qing Dynasty, and these nearly 100 red cannons were also the reason why Dorgon was able to repel the Han army in Beijing.
Dorgon looked worried and said, "If Jinzhou cannot be defended, Shengjing City... will be in danger."
At the end of his speech, Dorgon suddenly felt a surge of sadness and fear in his heart.
"My royal brother handed over the ancestral heritage to me, but he didn't expect it to turn out to be the current situation. I feel so ashamed of him." Dorgon felt disheartened when he said this.
Ajige was at a loss for a moment, and consoled him: "Fourteenth brother, don't blame yourself too much. God will bless our Qing Dynasty, so there is no need to worry too much."
Dorgon suppressed the worry in his eyes under his thick eyebrows for the time being, nodded and said: "You are right, it is still unknown who will win!"
Ajige said: "The elite troops of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty have been fighting for decades. They are really fighting to the death on the battlefield. The Han people can never stop them!"
Dorgon nodded.
Just as the two brothers were encouraging each other, a tall guard came into the room from under the eaves, looking anxious, and whispered, "Prince Regent, the battle report from Ningyuan."
Dorgon was surprised and ordered his groom to take the military report from the guard. At this time, Ajige was holding a candlestick to help Dorgon with lighting.
Dorgon took the military newspaper and read it attentively, his expression suddenly changed.
(End of this chapter)