Haisheng Mingdi

Chapter 339 Fall of the Eight Banners
"Ming thieves are powerful, Xijindu can no longer be held, and Zhenjiang is also difficult to hold. Please evacuate quickly, Mr. Jinglue."

Zhenjiang city head.

All the Jiangnan officials trembled as they watched the battle at Xijindu.

Under the city of Zhenjiang, at the Xijin Ferry, on the top of Shangu Mountain.

There were about 1 Qing troops in Zhenjiang, and they were deployed in Jiangxinzhou, Xijindu, Beigushan, and Zhenjiang City. Now Jiangxinzhou mutinied to the Ming Dynasty, and the mutiny wiped out a standard battalion of Chen Jin.The Zhenjiang Battalion had another mutiny, and the [-] Jiangning garrisoned the Eight Banners, the most elite capable of fighting, were now in a dilemma.

The two thousand Jiangning Biao Battalion led by Tu Guobao went to reinforce, but now not only failed to rescue the Eight Banners, but was also trapped in the ferry battlefield.

At this time, the Qing army had only [-] warp marks left in the city, and another [-] war mark marks were stationed in Beigu Mountain.

Yan Wogong looked worried and angry.

"Decree that the [-] warp marks in Zhenjiang City and the [-] warp marks in Beigu Mountain should immediately rush to the ferry for reinforcements, and call the young and strong people in the city to help them bravely."

"This book will be with the city today, the city is alive and the people are there, and the city is dead and the people are dead."

This loyal and loyal attitude for the country moved people who watched it.But at this time, these officials in Zhenjiang city were thinking more about running away before the Ming army encircled Zhenjiang.

The men and horses at the ferry crossing have obviously been filled with dumplings, so if they go to reinforce them now, wouldn't they be sending them off?

Look at the Yangtze River, the white sails cover the river, and the Ming army at the ferry is a steady stream of reinforcements. Even the cavalry has come ashore, and even the car battalion has also gone ashore, setting up their cannons.

How to fight this.

More than half of the two thousand and five eight banners have now fallen.

"Master Jinglue, Jiangning is important. Zhenjiang can't be defended, but Jiangning City must not be lost again. Hurry up and help Jiangning!"

"Once Jiangning is lost, the whole of Jiangnan will be in danger."

Someone shouted, "Master Jinglue, please take the overall situation into consideration. If there is a mistake in Jiangning, the entire south of the Yangtze River will be unable to defend."

"My lord, retreat quickly!"

"My lord, please make a decisive decision."

"The Ming thieves have already landed, and they can no longer be stopped. Zhenjiang is impossible to hold. Please retreat to Jiangning. Jiangning still has thousands of supervisors from Governor Ma. There is also a naval battalion upstream. Zhuang, etc., after joining forces, we can still rely on the big city to hold on."

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"Come on!"

The co-leader Fucha Etun had a war horse between his legs, and a lance under each arm. He bent over and charged with two guns, shouting non-stop to boost morale.

It's just that there are fewer and fewer Manchurian cavalry behind him.

The artillery of the Ming army has never stopped, and there are more and more.

The further you rush forward, the more intensive the artillery fire you will encounter.

One after another the brave Eight Banners fighters fell down, screaming.

Fucha Etun was full of despair, but he did not stop.

He knew he had failed this time.

But knowing that rushing forward is certain death, he still didn't turn back.

Because they couldn't run away even if they turned around, the cavalry of the Ming army had already disembarked and circled around.

In this battle, there is no escape.

Besides, Chen Jin, Bashan, and Zhang Dayou were all trapped in the enemy camp and must have died in battle, so even if he could escape back, he could escape to death.

It's better to die here, and the court will see that he died heroically, at least he won't be held accountable, at least his son can inherit his post.

He can only die here.

"Come on!"

A sharp piercing sound almost pierced his eardrums, and a cannonball fell not far in front of him, and then jumped up, directly blasting a big hole in the half body of a heroic Manchurian man in front of him.

The shells continued unabated, fell to the ground, and bounced again.

Then continue to land and roll towards him.

He watched helplessly as the iron ball hit his horse's leg quickly, and then the horse let out a mournful cry, and fell down directly. Etun had no time to pick up the stirrup, and fell to the ground with the horse.

One leg was firmly pressed under the horse's belly. He wanted to pull it out, but he couldn't.

The war horse, which had lost a leg, neighed in pain, and was still struggling desperately. Every time he struggled, Etun felt his leg hurt violently.

Desperate, Etun wanted to cut off his own leg with a knife, but he touched it, but he couldn't find the knife in his waist, and he didn't know when it was lost.

The artillery of the Ming army continued to fire, and more and more.

A large number of infantry troops landed, especially the Shenji Battalion. They had the most artillery in the army.

Under the cover of artillery fire.

The infantry of the Ming army on the shore no longer continued to defend in formation, they began to move forward with neat steps amidst drums and horns.

The speed is very slow, but it keeps moving forward.

Etun struggled hard, trying to call other soldiers to save him, but no one paid attention.

Under such fierce artillery fire and under the coordinated cutting and encirclement of infantry and cavalry, Yiqianbaqi has been scattered to pieces. He rushed too fast, and there were not many soldiers around him.

At last a cavalryman stopped his horse beside him, and he jumped down.

"grown ups?"

"Help me push the horse away, my leg is pinned down."

"Hold on, my lord, I'm just..."

After speaking, Etun was covered in a pile of flesh and blood, and the cavalryman who came to rescue him was hit by a shell, and half of his body was gone.

The cannonball flew over his head with many fleshy intestines.

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Yan Wogong shouted that he would fight to the death and never retreat, but was picked up and carried away by several civil and military officials.

The Ming army's offensive was too fast, the two thousand five and eight banners were almost dead, and the Tu Guobao was also surrounded, trying to break through the encirclement, but lost, it was impossible to stop the Ming army from landing.

That being the case, it is impossible for Zhenjiang City to stick to it any longer. If you don't leave now, what are you waiting for?

Yan Jinglue wants to fight, but everyone has to help him regain his sanity.

At this time, Jiangning City is more important than Zhenjiang.

In any case, Jiangning, an important town in the south of the Yangtze River, must be preserved for the imperial court.

"You let me go, you can't leave, Manchurian soldiers are still fighting to the death, we can't leave!"

"My lord, there are no Manchurian soldiers. They are dead long ago. Those who are still fighting to the death are the soldiers led by Lord Tu. They are almost unable to hold on. Let's go quickly."

The officials wanted to stuff the stinky socks under their feet into Yan Jinglue's mouth to shut him up.

It is true that the Eight Banners are still fighting, but they have been besieged three layers in and three layers out, and there are not many left, how can this be saved.

"Put me down, I want to fight here to the last moment!"

No one paid attention to Yan Wogong, and carried him away sullenly.

Although everyone laments that Duke Yan has a high profile and is loyal, but who dares to let him go?Let him down, who dares to leave?

Only by carrying the scriptures and walking slightly, can everyone go.

Yan Wogong was extremely tragic all the way, and even after being carried out of Zhenjiang City, he still lamented in the direction of Beijing, claiming to be incompetent and so on.

After hearing these words, the soldiers fleeing on the road were all moved.

The most loyal minister in the world.

Zhu Shengli led a group of Jinwu cavalry into Zhenjiang quickly.

When they appeared at the foot of Zhenjiang City, none of the townspeople dared to stop them. Instead, they opened the city gate when they saw them coming from a distance.

The flag of Ming Dynasty was raised on the head of Zhenjiang City.

Zhu Yihai landed in Xijindu, the battle has come to an end.

Although Tu Guobao, the right chief envoy, failed to rescue the Eight Banners, he was also very brave. He fought with the Ming army for a long time, and even once broke into the Zhenjiang naval camp and rescued several charred corpses from it. It is said that it was Admiral Chen Jin, Vice President of Bashan and Governor Zhang Dayou.

Tu Guobao persisted until the last moment. They had no choice but to break through after seeing that the Eight Banners had been completely wiped out.

Of course, the actual situation is that they never really got close to the battlefield, they just wandered around, and when Mr. Yan in Zhenjiang City left, they immediately oiled the soles of their feet, and the Ming army did not seriously stop and chase them.

Even where those charred corpses came from is actually unclear.

In short, after they all withdrew, the Qing army still had more than 200 people desperately resisting.

Their horses were gone, and they got off their horses and gathered together, dozens of here, dozens of there, piles and piles, fighting with their armor and bravery.

Facing these Eight Banners fighting trapped beasts, the Ming army was not in a hurry at this time.

Instead, they used horses, long spears, large shields, etc. to slowly surround the group of trapped beasts, squeezing their space, and then called in gunners and archers.

Desperate Man Bing tried to make a final fight, and even wanted to pull a few backs.

But no matter how hard their tired bodies rushed, they couldn't break through those shields, and the knives and axes could only make a dull sound of despair when they slashed on the shields.

The blood-stained remnants roared and growled angrily, but they could no longer change their fate.

The ground was also wet and slippery with blood-soaked mud.

The Ming army surrounded these remnants silently.

They beat on their shields, constantly shrinking the encirclement.

They even deliberately slowed down, as if they were enjoying the moment.

Obviously there are archers and gunmen who can deal with them, and it is obvious that spearmen can stab these people to death behind the shield, but they are not in a hurry to deal with them.

Very cruel.

But Zhu Yihai, who had just landed on the shore, was watching the scene from a distance, the shrunken circles, those people slashing wildly in despair and fear, and even when they were rolling in the bloody mud, they were also terrified. Expressionless.

"Shout out to these Manchurian Tartars, those who want to live, throw away their weapons and kneel down and come before Gu and ask for surrender."

"Your Highness, you can't have the kindness of a woman. These Tartars are not human at all and cannot be spared." Several generals opposed the surrender.

Looking at the battlefield, Zhu Yihai continued, "I can accept their request to surrender, but there are conditions. It is the first step for them to kneel down and surrender here. The second step is that their money rat tail and that piece of scalp will be killed together." Cut it off."

"Thirdly, they had to have two thumbs and two middle fingers amputated, as well as two big toes."

"Do these three points, accept their surrender and spare their lives, and they can become slaves of the Royal Manor in the future."

Hearing this addition, those who opposed it fell silent.

This seems to be more ruthless than killing.

"Mongols in the Tartars can cut off two middle fingers less. If they belong to the Han army flag, only two thumbs should be cut off, and those from the green camp can only cut off the thumb of the right hand."

Tartars like to play with discrimination, so treat them differently.

The Qianniu guards went to the battlefield to announce the prison country's pardon. After hearing this, the Tartars who could understand Chinese, roared even more angrily. do not care.

"I don't want to die!"

Suddenly, a young Tartar cried out, "I am willing to surrender!"

"Don't surrender, you coward!"

The Tartar next to him roared angrily and slashed at him with a knife.

boom!
With a sound of a gunshot, the tartar wielding a knife was killed by a gunshot at close range.

"Come, Surrender!"

The young Tartar knelt down and walked towards the Ming army.

This move angered the other Tartars, and they wanted to kill him without hesitation, but they were also knocked down by successive gunshots.

"Come on, turn around and be right!"

Looking at the corpse of his companion, the young Tartar cried even worse, but he didn't stand up after all, and continued walking on his knees.

Some people took the lead in surrendering, and among the remaining dozen or so groups of the Ming army, there were still a dozen or so people who wanted to live after all.

But several of them were hacked to death by the Tartars around them, and finally thirteen were saved by the Ming army.

They knelt and threw themselves at the Ming army, a gap was opened in the shield wall, and they left the iron barrel.

"I am willing to surrender!"

Throwing away their weapons and taking off their armor, the bare-knuckle Tartars, covered in blood, began to head towards Lu Jianguo in Zhenjiang City on their knees.

The Ming soldiers looked at these cowardly Tartars with contempt on their faces, spat on them, and some even urinated on them.

The Qianniu guards followed and forbade the Ming army from throwing stones, knives and guns at them, but they didn't care about spitting and urinating.

Wherever the thirteen Tartars passed, all the Ming soldiers raised their arms and cheered.

Zhu Yihai was sitting at the head of Zhenjiang City.

The generals next to him listened to the cheers one after another, thoughtful.

These cowardly Tartars made the soldiers of the imperial camp feel superior to the Tartars, and they looked down on the Tartars even more from the bottom of their hearts. The Tartars were so cowardly.

Behind the thirteen Tartars, there were more than two hundred Tartars surrounded in more than a dozen circles.

They refused to surrender, and even yelled at those clansmen who knelt down and begged for surrender.

A guard of a thousand bulls rushed to him on horseback.

He made a chopping gesture to the officers.

Following several orders, the large shield rang again, and the soldiers continued to shrink while holding the large shield.

The shield became smaller and smaller, and finally the Tartars inside were squeezed together, struggling hard but unable to push away, they were squeezed and suffocated, and finally screamed.

Their screams continued until they became weaker and weaker.

The thirteen Tartars were still walking forward on their knees, hearing the screams of their companions behind them, but they didn't dare to turn back. They wept cowardly, but they didn't dare to die if they wanted to.

More than 200 tartars were finally squeezed into meatloaf.

The Ming army was like squeezing oil, constantly pushing the shield and exerting all their strength.

The last bit of screaming was gone, and they still didn't stop.

Just squeeze it in hard over and over again.

Finally, everyone stopped.

The shield has squeezed to the shield.

The soldiers backed away and dispersed.

There was a pile of broken and deformed things left there.

The skin was ripped apart, the flesh was ripped apart, the bones were broken!

Looking at the pile of things, someone couldn't help vomiting.

Someone cheered excitedly.

someone shouted.

At this moment, [-] people were stationed in Jiangning to guard the Eight Banners of Manchuria, and the entire army was wiped out by the Yangtze River, leaving only thirteen cowards walking on their knees to beg Lu Jianguo to surrender.

The Ming army cheered and cheered.

The Tartars are nothing more than that.

It took only half a year for the imperial battalion to wipe out [-] Manchu Eight Banners soldiers in Jiangnan and Jiangbei. If they were divided up, every ten imperial battalion soldiers could share the head of a full Eight Banners Tartar.

Zhu Yihai got up, a little tired.

"When those cowardly Tartars kneel down here, you must save their lives after you cut off their rat tails and scalps. I hope these thirteen Tartars can live forever, and I plan to keep them in the army forever."

"Give them another official."

"13 people, all will be named Baylor, and another eight will be randomly selected, and they will be named the Eight Banners!"

After speaking, Zhu Yihai left first.

(End of this chapter)