allendalepharm Chapter 1417 Jia Heng: Jinzhou City is captured, you are worthy of being a first-class marquis! (Ple
Chapter 1417 Jia Heng: Jinzhou City is captured, you are worthy of being a first-class marquis! (Ple
Chapter 1417 Jia Heng: Jinzhou City is captured, you are worthy of being a first-class marquis! (Please give me a monthly ticket!)
Hetuala City
When the Han army launched a massive attack on Liaodong, this old Jurchen stronghold was defended in the city by Khorchin Mongolian troops and Jurchen soldiers.
Because this city was the Jurchens' old nest and the burial place of the old chief Nurhaci, it has been regarded as the ancestral land of the Aisin-Gioro clan and is garrisoned by 3,000 soldiers of the Plain Yellow Banner.
Wei Tong, deputy general of Prince Mu Sheng of Dongping, led the cavalry and marched towards Hetuala City.
Although it was a hot summer day, because Hetuala City was located in the north, it was not that hot. At this moment, the cool breeze blew and hit the face, making people feel refreshed.
At this moment, in Hetuala City, the defending commander, Ukesan, a prince of Khorchin Mongolia, was drinking and chatting with Bayan'a, a deputy governor of the Plain Yellow Banner.
At this moment, the two of them were clinking glasses, with the smell of alcohol rising up, the two of them were drunk and talking non-stop.
Because they both live in high latitudes, they usually like to drink.
"Your Highness, the Han army is becoming increasingly powerful. I heard that they have already reached Liaoyang City." Bayan'a on the side said.
Although this place is remote, after such a long time, news from the front line has gradually reached the rear.
The Mongolian prince Wuershan waved his hands and said loudly with a thick tongue: "The Han people are far away from us. I don't know how long it will take for them to reach here."
Bayan'a nodded, feeling relieved for the moment, and said, "That's right, Your Majesty."
"Let's drink this cup." Wuershan raised the blue and white porcelain wine cup in his hand and drank a glass gently.
However, at this moment, near the hillside only ten miles away from the city of Hetuala, the forest is dense and the shade is provided.
Wei Tong led a group of cavalry and quietly approached the city of Hetuala.
"General, the enemy's stronghold is ahead." The guerrilla general Fang Huang said in a low voice with a serious expression.
At this moment, it was not known whether it was due to the carelessness of the Mongolian prince in the city or for some other reason, but no scouts or sentinels were sent out.
Wei Tong also lowered his voice and said: "You lead 3,000 soldiers, hide in plain sight, take advantage of the situation, firmly control the city gate, and support my army to enter the city."
The guerrilla general Fang Huang responded softly, clasped his fists and said, "I obey your orders."
As he said this, he called on his soldiers and charged towards the city.
At this moment, the soldiers on the Hetuala city did not react at all, and the city gates were still wide open, but at this moment, it was naturally convenient for the Han army to attack the city.
After a while, the Han army killed the soldiers guarding the city gate and rushed into the city gate in large numbers, fighting with the Jurchen soldiers who came to support.
"Dangdang..."
Along with the sound of weapons slashing, waves of clear sounds spread far away.
At this moment, Wuershan, the Mongolian prince who was in the hall in the city, was startled when he heard the noise coming from outside, and the drunkenness that was originally rising in his heart was mostly dissipated in an instant.
Soon, a horseman entered the hall and said, "Your Majesty, the situation is not good. The Han army is coming."
Upon hearing this, Wuershan paused for a moment, facing the anxious gaze of Bayan'a, the deputy commander of the Zhenghuang Banner, and said, "Don't be afraid. Come, bring me my armor. I will go out of the city to repel the Han army."
Immediately, a servant handed over armor and weapons, and accompanied by a group of personal guards, they headed towards the city gate.
Deputy Governor Bayan'a was worried and also led his troops to follow closely.
At this moment, Wei Tong's generals entered the city as soon as possible, controlled the city gate, and welcomed the subsequent army into the city.
"Da da da……"
Wei Tong led the main force of several thousand cavalry, galloping towards the city of Hetuala. After charging for less than a quarter of an hour over a distance of ten miles, they had already reached the city.
The soldiers in the city were suddenly attacked and were obviously at a loss what to do. They were caught off guard and were killed by the Han army.
At this moment, Wei Tong led a large number of cavalry into the city. The cavalry moved back and forth in all directions, killing countless officers.
In fact, there were about 3,000 Jurchen soldiers and 8,000 Mongolian soldiers in Hetuala City, but at this moment, the two sides suddenly clashed with each other and they could not mobilize in time.
Moreover, they didn't know how many cavalry troops the Han army had, and they thought that the main force of the Han army had arrived, so they were in a panic for a while.
Wei Tong led his troops here at this moment, and swept through the enemy troops at lightning speed.
When he looked up, he clearly saw an old man named Wang, who was drunk on both sides of his face, riding a horse with a chestnut mane, holding a big knife in his hand, and leading a group of elite cavalry, charging towards the Han army.
Wei Tong snorted coldly, holding a blue goose-feather knife with a blade as bright as water in his hand, and walked forward.
"clang!"
The black-maned war horses of both sides suddenly crossed each other, and in an instant they fought in a group, but sparks flashed, light and shadows shone, and then they quickly separated.
Then, he missed the target again.
The generals of both sides also fought together afterwards, with swords flashing, accompanied by the continuous "swish" sound of weapons entering flesh, and occasional muffled groans, and in an instant, blood was everywhere.
On the other side, with the Han army entering the city, the Mongolian cavalry and the Zhenghuang Bannermen were caught off guard and could not resist at all. They were defeated one after another and retreated into the streets of the city.
The suddenness of the Han cavalry's charge made it difficult for the Jurchen soldiers to resist at this moment, and they soon retreated towards the city.
Wei Tong was also fighting with the Mongolian prince Wuershan. Because Wuershan was drunk and his mind was affected, he suddenly gained the upper hand in the revolving fight.
Wei Tong raised the big knife in his hand, the blazing and flashing blade light was like a moonlight slash, and shouted in a deep voice: "You man, die!"
Wuershan was not careful for a moment and was hit on the arm by the blade of the Han general. He grimaced in pain and then groaned in pain.
At this moment, Bayan'a, the deputy governor of the Yellow Banner, became very anxious when he saw this. He quickly pulled the reins of his horse, moved forward, and swung his long sword across to block Wei Tong's long sword.
"Your Highness, let's go!" Deputy Governor Bayan'a said anxiously.
Wuershan was in life-and-death crisis at the moment, and he was mostly sober. He pulled the reins, and with the neighing of the horse under him, Wuershan turned his horse and fled into the city.
At this moment, looking back, a few rounds passed in a flash, and the Han general swung the long sword in his hand and slashed past. There was a flash of blood, and the deputy commander groaned in pain. Then, accompanied by the flash of blood, a head flew into the sky.
Wuershan's heart trembled, and the horse under his crotch, under the whip, undoubtedly hurried faster.
At this moment, a large number of Han cavalry had already entered the city and defeated the Mongols and the Plain Yellow Bannermen who came to support.
Wei Tong was on that side. After killing many Nuzhen flag soldiers and flag generals with a knife, he did not delay and led his cavalry towards the city.
As a Mongolian prince, Wuershan had no reason to guard the old village for the Jurchens. He dragged his injured arm and led a group of Mongolian soldiers to escape from the city of Hetuala.
This move naturally resulted in the sale of the 3,000 Jurchen bannermen in the city.
It was impossible for these 3,000 Jurchen bannermen to abandon the city like the Mongols did. They fought with the Han cavalry in the streets and put up a desperate resistance.
At this time, Wei Tong dispatched soldiers to charge forward and backward, and finally in the evening, the war came to an end.
The city of Hetuala fell into the hands of the Han army in an instant.
This old village, where the Jurchens rose to power, is where Nurhaci and other descendants of the Aisin-Gioro clan are buried, and can be considered their ancestral land.
At this moment, Wei Tong came to the government office in the city and sat down, with an expression of joy that was still difficult to conceal on his face.
If the news of recapturing this city alone reaches the imperial court, he can at least be awarded a fifth-rank title.
This is a war to annihilate a country, which is the most suitable place to make meritorious contributions. It can be said that after the war, a large number of people with titles will emerge.
Wei Tong took a deep breath and calmed down a little. He looked at the experience manager beside him and whispered, "Send someone to the capital to deliver the message."
The officer responded, took out a pen and ink, and began to write a military report.
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Liaodong, Jinzhou City
On this day, as Jia Heng ordered the Han army to send a large number of soldiers to the Xiaoling River to dig up the river bank, in an instant, floods could be seen rushing towards Jinzhou City.
The force of the flood immediately broke down the outer city wall, and the Jurchen soldiers in the city, holding their weapons, looked at the surging flood below, with a hint of fear in their eyes.
At this moment, Dorgon stood on the city wall, his heart pounding and his face showing some worry.
"Fourteenth brother, this city wall won't collapse, right?" Ajige on the side said in a low voice with his eyes slightly moved.
Dorgon said: "They are all built with stone slabs and poured with glutinous rice. How could they collapse so easily?"
It will not collapse, but the wall has been soaked in water for too long, and if a cannon bombards it again, there will be nothing we can do about it.
Obviously, as a strategist, Dorgon knew about military affairs and he saw the clues at a glance.
Ajige frowned, but he was not optimistic about the solidity of the city wall under his feet.
Jia Heng, holding a monocular telescope in his hand, looked at the water level of the city wall and found that the water level was only halfway up the city wall, which meant that the way to attack the city by boat had been cut off.
Chen Xiao asked: "Is Jinzhou City really strong?"
Jia Heng nodded and said, "After all, it is the barrier guarding Shengjing City. Previously, it was used as a bridgehead to stop our Han Dynasty, so naturally we put all our efforts into it."
Chen Xiao said: "Then now we just have to wait."
Jia Heng nodded, his eyes flashing, and he said loudly: "After the flood has been soaked for a long time, the bricks and stones of the city wall will be more fused."
At this time, there was no concrete, and the city walls could not withstand the water bubbles at all. Even if they could withstand the water bubbles, they were still vulnerable to the bombardment of the Red Cannon.
Jia Heng paused for a moment, then said in a clear voice: "It's getting late, let's go back to eat and wait for the flood to recede before making any plans."
Chen Xiao nodded and said in a clear voice: "We must send people to watch over them with boats and rafts, otherwise the Jurchen soldiers will leave the city and rob the camp."
Jia Heng said: "I have already given the order."
As they were talking, the couple walked quickly towards the military tent.
After sitting down, not long after, the Jinyifu guards came to report that Cao Bianjiao wanted to see him.
Jia Heng put down the bowl and chopsticks, handed them to the guard beside him, wiped the rice juice from his lips with a handkerchief, and said, "Let him wait in the meeting tent."
After a while, Jia Heng entered the military tent.
Cao Bianjiao took a few quick steps, clasped his fists and said, "This humble general greets you, Marshal."
Jia Heng asked, "General Cao, what do you want to see me for?"
Cao Bianjiao's eyes showed anticipation, and he said loudly: "Jinzhou City has been soaked by water. When will our army launch a general attack?"
"Let's wait until the water recedes. Jinzhou City won't be able to hold out for much longer." Jia Heng said calmly, soothing him, "General Cao, be patient."
Cao Bianjiao said, "Duke Weiguo, Prince Beijing's troops have already reached Shengjing City. If our army cannot rush to help in time, the troops led by Prince Beijing alone may not be able to cope with it."
Jia Heng smiled and asked, "Why do you want to lead a cavalry to help Prince Beijing?"
This is the eagerness to make achievements.
Cao Bianjiao felt a little embarrassed, nodded, and whispered: "I think the Jurchens have stockpiled more than 100,000 troops in Jinzhou, and Shengjing City is short of troops."
"Marquis Xie should have gone there." Jia Heng said, "It is equally important for our army to send troops to deal with Jinzhou City now."
Cao Bianjiao nodded and remained silent for a moment.
Jia Heng smiled and said, "Shengjing is not that easy to capture. It contains the foundation of the Jurchen nation. When necessary, the Jurchens will recruit a large number of troops to defend the city. It cannot be conquered unless our main force arrives."
When Cao Bianjiao heard this, he looked thoughtful.
Jia Heng smiled, walked closer, patted Cao Bianjiao on the shoulder, and said, "If Jinzhou City is captured, you will be worthy of being made a marquis!"
When Cao Bianjiao heard this, his eyes widened under his handsome eyebrows and two blushes appeared on his handsome fair face.
Who doesn’t want to be a marquis?
Jia Heng said: "Jinzhou is more important than Shengjing. Once the flood recedes in the next few days, our army will attack the city from all sides and capture it in one fell swoop."
Cao Bianjiao stared at the young man in the python costume. At this moment, a blazing fire rekindled in his chest, which was a burning passion for achievement. He clasped his fists and said, "I will take my leave."
Jia Heng nodded and watched Cao Bianjiao leave.
He calmed himself down and turned back to the tent where he usually lived.
At this moment, Chen Xiao asked: "I want to challenge you to a fight?"
Jia Heng nodded and said, "Young man, you are eager to make achievements."
Chen Xiao rolled his eyes at the young man in the python costume and said, "How old are you? You are so old-fashioned."
Jia Heng smiled, came to the desk and sat down, and said in a clear voice: "Let someone keep an eye on the movements of Jinzhou City. With Dorgon's intelligence and strategy, he must have thought of the impact of this flooding plan."
Chen Xiao nodded and said, "Then I'll do as you say."
And so, five days passed.
Jinzhou City
At this moment, Dorgon and Ajige returned to the hall. The two brothers had gloomy faces, and they were obviously anxious about the flood outside the city.
Dorgon looked gloomy and uncertain, and said: "We have to wait."
Ajige looked angry and said, "Fourteenth brother, why don't I lead a group of soldiers and horses, take a raft, and go out of the city to rob the camp."
Dorgon shook his head and said, "You should have seen it on the top of the city just now. The Han people have made preparations in advance."
Ajige said: "This won't work, and that won't work either. What should we do?"
Dorgon shook his head and said worriedly: "This is a conspiracy of the Han people, just wait and see"
Ajige thought for a while, and finally said, "Reinforce the city wall."
Dorgon nodded and said, "Gather the craftsmen in the city and reinforce the city again. There must be no mistakes."
But in fact, the effect of strengthening the city wall was very limited, because the city wall had been bombarded by cannons before, and there were originally some potholes. Then, as time passed and after being soaked in water, the collapse of the city wall had become very obvious.
After Ajige left, Dorgon became more and more upset.
It can be said that the Great Qing Dynasty is now at a critical juncture.
However, Dorgon had no means to defeat the enemy and could only allow the Han army to use their strategies outside.
Time flies, and twelve days have passed before I knew it.
Just as Jia Heng had expected, as time passed, the river water gradually receded, leaving only a muddy area under the city wall.
Jia Heng did not wait for the mud to dry up, but instead summoned his soldiers and, taking advantage of the fact that the city walls had been soaked for a long time, launched a general attack on Jinzhou City.
On this day, "Dong Dong..."
The sound of the drums was deafening, earth-shaking at this moment.
A large number of Han troops poured out from the Jingying military camp and formed into several teams.
As for the Red Cannon, it was transported by mules and horses and fired at the nearby Jinzhou City.
"boom……"
Accompanied by cannon smoke, more than a hundred red cannons fired towards Jinzhou City, and shells could be seen exploding.
The city of Jinzhou seemed to shake a few times, and blue bricks and stone slabs kept falling.
Jia Heng put down the telescope in his hand and said, "Tell the soldiers to dig a tunnel and bury the explosives."
Upon hearing this, Chen Xiao responded softly, and then ordered the Jinyi Guards to go and pass on the message.
At this moment, the Han army, under the cover of red cannons and bows and crossbows, began to attack Jinzhou City in a large-scale manner.
"Rumble..."
As time passed, the city wall shook violently. After being soaked in water, the strength of many sections of the wall was naturally affected. After being bombarded by artillery fire, they collapsed instantly.
On the towering city gate tower with vermilion beams and pillars, Dorgon's face was haggard and tired, and his expression was gloomy. Ajige beside him also looked unhappy.
Dorgon looked gloomy and said comfortingly: "Jinzhou City is not so easy to break through. Tell the soldiers in the city not to worry about the Han army's cannons and guns, just defend the city. The Han army will eventually climb the city. Even if the city is broken, we have 100,000 brave and elite soldiers in Jinzhou City. Why should we be afraid of the Han army?"
Upon hearing this, Ajige was inexplicably excited and whispered, "Fourteenth brother is right. Even if the city is broken, we, the elite Jurchens, can fight to the death with the Han army. Why should we be afraid of them?!"
Of course, this is just a casual remark, mainly to encourage morale.
If the city was really breached, it would mean that the Jurchen soldiers would lose the advantage of the city and might not be able to hold out against the heavy encirclement of the Han army.
At this moment, the Han army's artillery fire roared as they continued to attack Jinzhou City.
The soldiers of the Eight Banners of the Jurchens in Jinzhou City were also in a state of panic.
He was especially shocked when he saw a large number of Han infantrymen, under the cover of artillery fire and crossbows, approaching a section of the towering city wall and starting to dig tunnels, clearly intending to bury explosives inside.
At this moment, Jia Heng was riding on a maroon horse. Chen Xiao beside him stared at the Jinzhou City in the distance and said, "The city is almost broken, but there are nearly 100,000 elite Jurchens in the city."
Jia Heng said loudly: "What else can we do? It's just a close combat. The bravest will win when they meet on a narrow road. My Han army is also a battle-hardened army. One can defeat ten!"
Chen Xiao curved her eyebrows and said, "Once Jinzhou is broken, only Shengjing is left. This war ended too quickly."
Jia Heng was silent for a moment, then said, "Just go with the flow, don't force it."
After all, he is his father-in-law. If he can live to see the pacification of the Jurchens, he will feel more at ease.
Chen Xiao's clear eyes flickered beneath his willow brows, and he thought to himself that Chen Yuan, who was in the capital, would probably not sit still and would definitely take some action.
(End of this chapter)