Chapter 2 Honor

In that battle, the grass and trees were filled with sorrow, and the wind and clouds changed color.

Until many years later, the shepherds still dared not grazing near the battlefield of that year. Every night, the green ghost fire began to flash in large areas, as if a large group of people were walking on the lamp at night. The wild wolf let out a shrill wailing in the grass, and it was like hearing ghosts crying.

In less than twenty days, nearly 40,000 people buried their bones here.

"This is the first time that a large-scale concentrated use of firearms has been announced, announcing the beginning of the era of hot weapons." Many years later, in the military academy classroom, Xu Zengshou taught tirelessly to a group of young faces who had just entered the school and were eager to make achievements.

"The chariots, after nearly a thousand years of sleep, have stepped back onto the battlefield. They not only exist to deal with cavalry, but also become a powerful tool for siege and deciding villages. The concentrated use of artillery has become the principle of combat..."

"You can find many mistakes in this battle, but you must remember that this is the first duel between hot and cold weapons, and neither side has any experience. Therefore, the command department's ability to respond to the enemy has become the key to victory. The pattern of formation and then fighting has been completely broken. The wonderful use proposed by Yue Wumu that lies in the way of winning and losing was fully verified."

"This is not the highest wisdom shown in this battle. I think the most classic part of this battle is something that is not mentioned in the textbook, but it is closely linked to the result. Everyone should remember this person," he wrote a name "Chen Shitai" on the frosted glass blackboard. "This battle alone is enough to achieve his immortal achievements."

"Because of this person's existence, this battle not only became the beginning of the Ming Dynasty's regaining sovereignty in Liaodong, but also the beginning of the reconciliation of the Ming nationality. As soldiers, I hope you remember that the responsibility of soldiers is to defend their country, not to start a war."

"Don't be intoxicated by the numbers that kill the enemy in this battle. No matter the enemy and me, every number is a life, it represents a soldier, defending his honor." Xu Zengshou said, his white beard drifted, and his thinking returned to the outside world, and his years of guidance were guided.

That day, as a vanguard unit, he was ordered to conduct a tentative pursuit of the Koreans who had evacuated the battlefield.

Zhu Di handed over his Guards regiment and the 3,000 reserve team that had not been put into the battlefield to Xu Zengshou. Xu Zengshou changed a war horse, wiped the blood on his face, and took the order. The one who assisted him was Zhang Zhengxin, Wu Anguo's proud disciple, and the youngest officer. The Guards regiment specially transferred good players to form before leaving the customs, as the guard of the command center, and was also set up by Wu Anguo to prevent Zhu Di from falling into the enemy's battle outside Huairou City.

Among the ten thousand horses, the only one who killed the generals and seized the flag was the one who shook the northern army.

Be cautious in using troops, walk on the flat ground as if it is dangerous, and hear thunder without fear, it is Xu Zengshou.

As for Wu'anguo, it was the backbone of the Northern Army. When this person appeared, it would mean that he would compete with his opponents in size and a game would determine the winner and lose.

That pursuit battle will always be engraved in Xu Zengshou.

Never underestimate your opponents, they have the same wisdom and courage as you.

Xu Zengshou's horse team rushed through the smoke and approached the Goryeo Camp. The previous artillery fire blocking caused great trouble to the pursuit, and the big pits forced the team to become messy.

"Stop, complete the team", Xu Zengshou waved his hand and ordered the soldiers to immediately gallop towards the intermediate commanders. Flags were raised high, and the battalions of the Guards' Regiment gathered together to form a formation according to the troops. Although the scouts had received a precise report in advance, the Goryeo army had quickly retreated towards Liaoyang, Xu Zengshou still carefully stopped the team.

"Captain Zhang sent a company of cavalry to test the attack, and the cavalry and infantry were preparing for the attack."

"Get orders", Zhang Zhengxin answered crisply, called out a company of cavalry, and quickly approached the Goryeo camp.

The village was as quiet as death. The thick smoke burning supplies rushed into the sky, and the strong sound of the wind blowing the flag was clearly heard.

Four hundred steps, three hundred steps, two hundred steps, whisper, whisper, whisper, whisper, the sound of crossbow arrow breaking through the air is like rain. One man stood up, and the war horse threw Zhang Zhengxin under the horse, and the red covers the sky.

When retreating, the cavalry quickly turned the head of the horse, and two guards carried Zhang Zhengxin on the back of the horse. Behind him, the crossbows were fired at the same time. No matter how solid the armor was, it could not withstand the close impact of the crossbow arrows. With only one contact, more than 40 soldiers hated the battlefield.

"There is a trap, the Luzhai is too high, and it is difficult for the horse to jump over." Rubbing his shoulders, Zhang Zheng heartbroken in pain. If he hadn't followed Master Cao Zhen's instructions and urgently lifted the reins when he encountered an ambush, he would have been doomed today.

"Change formations, infantry attacks, and cannons cover them. The Goryeo did not leave many troops behind the rear." Xu Zengshou calmly issued an order to attack. Judging from the density of crossbow arrows just now, there would not be too many enemies. It is estimated that they were left to cut off the rear. His commander was very smart and made full use of the advantages of the position.

After a while, the Guards changed their formation. A team of cavalry and infantry dismounted, erected a long shield covered with iron sheets. Five or six people in groups, slowly exploring the path close to the Goryeo camp. Behind each group of shields, two soldiers were hunched, holding a long iron tube in their hands, which was a grenade tube specially used to project grenades.

The pack cannon began to show its power. This is a small cannon specially equipped for cavalry and infantry, but it is very light, only more than fifty kilograms, and can be tied to the horse's back. The disadvantages are also obvious, with small power and only six or seven hundred steps in the range.

Luzhai was blown up, and one by one, Goryeo soldiers who could not escape were blown up in the air. However, some people still pulled the crossbow machine where the shells fell.

The crossbow arrow hit the long shield with "soldiers, soldiers, bang, bang", and the hands holding the shield turned white due to tension. Occasionally, an arrow crossed the shield and shot the soldiers down. The people next to him didn't care about pause, pushed the bodies of the injured or the dead to the side and continued to move forward. With the screams, someone stepped into a trap and was not pulled by his companions. The bamboo sticks burst out, and a life struggled in vain. No one turned around, the war drums had sounded, and even the sword mountain in front had to step by, which was the responsibility of the soldiers.

One hundred steps, a black crow grenade flew into the sky with Mars and fell, and a piece of soil filled the yellow color of soil.

The camp was on fire, burning, and black smoke rolled. There were still crossbow arrows shot out from the black smoke. Suddenly, a white light shot out from the thick smoke. A group of Ming soldiers were hit and flew out of the queue.

It is a catapult cart, and no one can escape under a huge rock weighing more than a thousand pounds.

Behind, several shells were shot out quickly, blowing up the possible places where the catapult cart might exist.

The shield jungle was slightly stuck and soon continued to move forward. Go forward, grenades, advance, and throw them again. Every step, people fell down, and the road was paved with corpses.

Finally, the shield crossed the village wall and left behind a path of attack stained with blood behind, announcing the beginning of the general attack.

With a roar, the cavalry stepped on the blood of comrades and inserted into the Goryeo camp like lightning. The sword light passed by, and screamed in terrifyingly.

The saber was raised, chopped down the opponent, and stepped on the horse's hooves, trampling the opponent into meat paste. The few defenders formed a hasty gun array that was vulnerable and was quickly shattered. The riders clashed in the Goryeo camp, clearing out the remaining enemies hiding behind the camp tent and slashing cold arrows.

As Xu Zengshou judged, the defenders were less than 500, and it was these more than 500 defenders that made the Zhenbei Army pay the lives of nearly a hundred soldiers.

After every ten miles of pursuit, a group of Goryeo soldiers would intercept them in front, with strong crossbows, artillery, and thunderstones. The latter would make full use of various terrain. The morale of the attackers was like a rainbow, and the defenders would burn their boats.

For a whole day, Xu Zengshou only advanced fifty miles. He was so quiet that he could not bear such humiliation. What was shocking was that almost all the Goryeo soldiers who had broken the rear were determined to die. They knew that they could not stop his horse's hooves, but they still wanted to fight. A wounded soldier fell to the ground and pretended to be dead. When the Ming soldiers approached, they lifted up with their swords and died with their opponents.

It was not until the next day that Zhu Di received the war report and sent Li Yao to help with a regiment of cavalry and an artillery battalion that the situation improved. However, the pursuit of the enemy was still slow, and the opponent had only one purpose, entanglement. Each share could be as long as four to five hundred, and at least dozens of people, which would have to consume part of the time of the pursuers.

On the third day, at Luanshiling, when the artillery bombed the originally low mountain half a foot away, Xu Zengshou finally caught the Goryeo people's rear-end organizer. Kim Jong-sen was stunned by the shells.

After being poured with a basin of cold water, Kim Jong-sung woke up and smiled at Xu Zengshou, clearly saying "Kill me, thank you" in Chinese.

After looking at him calmly, Xu Zengshou drew out his pistol.

As a military family, he understood the meaning of that smile. Three thousand people blocked the enemy for two days, completed the mission and died without any shock.

There is a difference between justice and not a war, and as soldiers on both sides of the war, they are taking on their own responsibilities. The Goryeo army was defeated, but Kim Jong-sung used three thousand remaining soldiers to complete an impossible task. In the duel with Xu Zengshou, he was the winner and was proud enough.

Two days were enough to ensure that the team was able to distance themselves from their opponents. Cui Hao had enough time to retreat across the Liaohe River and organized a second contest with Liaoyang City with the river. So Jin Zhengsheng was completely regretful.

"He is a good general," Wang Hao sighed. He rushed to his team, and the team finally added a cavalry battalion under his command. Obviously, these newcomers were a little less training, not even the other two battalions. The soldiers' weapons were not standard sabers and three-eyed muskets. From the Jurchen big sword, the Goryeo spear to the Mongol sabers, the miscellaneous weapons were obviously picked up on the battlefield.

"Are you tired?" Li Yao shouted in front of the team.

"No," the cavalry answered loudly.

"Are you afraid?"

"No"!

"A good guy is a man. Everyone follows me and work harder to drive the Goryeo to the sea." He and his horse heads were followed by three cavalry battalions, with smoke and dust covering the sky and sun, as if they were rolling up the clouds.

The new recruits were rescued prisoners of war. On the same day, when everyone was worried about their future, a young general appeared before them. From the respectful manner of the soldiers, the prisoners of war judged that this person was the commander of the Northern Expedition.

No one respects the captives, whether Han, Mongol or Goryeo, even though they were captured with no food, even though they had no strength to carry their swords at that time. Whether they were dismissed on the spot or formed a coolie camp to carry food and grass, everyone was unsure. At least, we returned to our own hands, and many people thought to themselves.

"They are soldiers. When they fight to the point where there is no hope, they have fulfilled their duties. Therefore, it is not their fault to be captured." Thinking of Wu Anguo's words, Zhu Di smiled slightly and took the horse's head.

"I must have done better than you think," he secretly cheered himself up. Faced with a group of confused and numb faces, Zhu Di suddenly stood up from the stirrups and shouted with all his strength: "Brothers, can you still take the knife?"

The prisoners of war who had just gained freedom looked at each other, wondering what the young commander was selling in the gourd. The crowd gave a few answers, as vague as muttering.

"Can you still take the knife? Answer me, louder." Zhu Di tried hard to control the war horse that was sitting down hovering due to anxiety, and repeated his question again.

"Can you take it?" Everyone whispered.

"What, loud, I can't hear it."

"Can take it" sound mixed with excitement and desire.

"Can you still ride a horse?"

"Calling"! Everyone was gradually infected by his emotions, and the roar sounded like thunder...

"Okay, I am a good man in the Ming Dynasty." Zhu Di turned his horse's head and pointed his finger at the battlefield where the smoke was still permeating. "There are swords that the Goryeo people left behind when they escaped, and horses that the Goryeo people left behind when they were cut down. They carried their swords and mounted their horses, and doubled the humiliation that the enemies had added to you over the years and went forward."

With a whirlwind, Zhu Di snatched it out like a whirlwind. Behind, countless ragged prisoners shouted and followed him to the front, and the black land trembled under his feet.

"General Jin is good at defense and should be able to hold the enemy. We walked quickly. After crossing the Liaohe River, the ferry was burned. Just collecting the ferry was enough to keep Zhu Di busy for half a month. When the rainy season comes, the firearms cannot exert their power, and the number of winners and losses is still unpredictable." Along the way, the generals listened to the explanation of the veteran Cui Hao with pity:

"Even if it is not good, Liaoyang City is rich and we have been in operation for many years, and we have enough food and grass. It's okay to guard it for two months. Don't blame me for being cruel. General Jin is a lucky general. He will definitely turn bad luck into good luck and come to meet us." Looking at everyone's gloomy faces, he comforted himself like a dream. In a few days, he was white-haired.

When the people left the old, weak, sick and disabled to the Liaohe Ferry in hope, fate played a huge joke with them. The spring water of the Liaohe River flowed in front of them, and there was no trace of the ferry. The soldiers guarding the ferry were lying on their pillows.

On the banks of the river, on the white trunk of an old willow tree with half peeled skin, someone wrote a few big words in blood: "Su Ceyu of the Ming Dynasty thanked the boat for kindness, thank you, thank you!"
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