Haisheng Mingdi

Chapter 688
Hot summer.

The fire at noon scorched the earth, Zheng Zunqian rode into the city, he entered from the south gate.

The Wengcheng is still intact. After entering through the side gate of the Wengcheng, the small moon city is still clean, without any trace of war. The Wengcheng Gate and the city gate are not on the same line.

In a normal offensive and defensive battle, the city gate is the focus of contention. In order to protect the city gate, an extra urn city is built. Usually only one side gate is built in the urn city, and the urn city is narrow. , and the defenders around the Wengcheng can condescendingly kill and injure the enemy who enters, this is the Wengcheng catching turtles.

Le Kede guarded Yingzhou for two years, and also focused on strengthening the Wengcheng, but who would have expected that the Ming army would not take the usual way, and directly blasted the city wall to enter, making the Wengcheng clean without a drop of blood.

At this time, there were guards of the Ming army standing on the Wengcheng, and the Sun and Moon flag of the Ming Dynasty had already been raised on the gate tower of the south city.

The city gates opened one after another.

When entering the city, there was a bloody smell. The main street of Nancheng was full of mutilated limbs and fallen corpses. Most of them were Tartars, including the Eight Banners soldiers, their Yu Ding, their family members, and the coated servants.

Flies were buzzing and flying around, and there was even a bit of a stench in the high temperature.

The auxiliary soldiers have also entered the city and began to clean the battlefield. Some people stripped off the braids and scalps of the Tartars and took them away, while others were responsible for cutting off the heads and putting them in baskets. The next white strip was lifted into the car and pulled away.

The stretcher team searched nervously and busyly on the battlefield for the injured soldiers of the Ming army. As long as they were still alive, they would be immediately carried to the field hospital for emergency treatment.

Those who died in battle were also transported away by a special converging team. The weather was hot, and the bodies of these soldiers who died in battle would be wiped, their registration status confirmed, their clothes changed, and they would be cremated directly outside the city.

Zheng Zunqian walked forward slowly, soldiers along the way saluted the coach one after another, and he nodded in response.

Most of the houses and shops on both sides of the street were dilapidated, and some were even burning.

This is a dead city.

This is a massacre.

After two years of siege, the Tartars had already run out of ammunition and food. They tried to break out of the siege, and some Qing troops tried to rescue them, but they were all repelled.

They were trapped here for two years, they ran out of food, ate cattle and horses, ran out of livestock and began to eat people, starting from the old and the weak, and finally ate all the people, and finally they even ate the Han Army Tuanlian and the Green Camp up.

If the Ming army continued to encircle them for another year, it is estimated that they would eat up all the Han Chinese coat slaves and Han army flag soldiers except the Jurchen tribe.

After two years of siege, they had no replenishment of guns, let alone ammunition, serious shortage of arrows, and no horses.

Rather than saying it was a tenacious street fighting, it is better to say that they committed suicide here in despair.

"Many of these Tartars were elites who participated in the Battle of Ningyuan, the Battle of Songjin, and even the Battle of Shanguanhai, and even the Battle of Tongguan and the Battle of Yangzhou, which went south after entering the customs, but now they are just a group of elites. It's just a pile of broken meat."

"Therefore, there is no need to beautify the Tartars too much. They are also human beings, even just a bunch of barbarians. As long as I am a warrior of the Ming Dynasty, as long as I can train with enough money, I will still be able to beat them completely."

"Well, the Tartars were just imitating my Great Ming Liaodong Frontier Army, which can barely be regarded as the Daming Liaodong Frontier Army when it was strong and prosperous in the early years. It's not that they were able to fight in these years, but that the imperial court system was broken in these years, and the generals had to deal with it. When it is guaranteed, there is also a problem with the command, which makes them seem to be quite capable."

Several generals commented on the piles of minced meat on the ground with disdain on their faces.

These generals of the former Yixing army were mostly scholars from eastern Zhejiang in their early years, and most of them were scholars. They established righteous societies. They also cared about the society of the world. When facing the injustice of the court, they also rose up and rebelled against the court, wearing white turbans.But in the face of the alien Tartars who invaded the Central Plains, they rose up vigorously, responded to the call of Lu Jianguo, and raised the Yixing Banner to resist the captives.

A few years ago, they were just a group of angry young people, but now, they are all deputy generals of the general army, and all of them have rich experience in battle, and even their perceptions are different.

These young generals had no sympathy in their eyes when they looked at the Tartars who were stubbornly defeated and died.

Not even a lot of excitement.

This victory was as early as everyone expected.

"Will Wu Sangui really send troops to Nanyang?"

"It would be even better if he dared to come. We packed up Yingzhou and just went to Nanyang to meet him. To be honest, the battle of Yingzhou should have ended long ago. It dragged on for two years, and everyone was very bored."

"It's said that Wu Sangui is amazing. Back then, he had tens of thousands of Guanning elites, but he was demoted to the Mantars. Now he is still obsessed with being a dog to the Tartars. This kind of dog traitor deserves to die."

"Should line up and shoot!"

"Shooting is better!"

To Wu Sangui and his Guan Ning army, who were once famous all over the world, these generals who were born as talents in eastern Zhejiang showed no fear, and even spoke with disdain.

Respect requires strength.

Everyone has beaten the Man Tartars into piles of minced meat, so how can they be afraid of the Er Tartars?
Liu Mu and Zhu Zhongyi came to meet Zheng Zunqian.

"How about the casualties?"

"There were not many casualties."

The street fighting was brutal, but it was an asymmetrical battle, so it was just a one-sided massacre, even though it was a man-eating Tartar army, called a demon army.

But these cannibalistic red-eyed Tartars, even if they were determined to kill a few more backs, it would be futile in the face of the sharp artillery and volleys.

There are many large pieces of flesh and blood in the streets and alleys. When they tried to resist and charge the Ming army, they were blasted into slag by artillery shells.

The vast majority of them used to travel outside the customs and even across the Central Plains after entering the customs, but after two years of starvation here, facing this brand new imperial Ming army, it is just an extravagant hope to change them.

This kind of battle is unfair to them. They lack firearms, bows and arrows, and they haven’t even had a normal meal for too long. The mud is scraped off and put into a vat, soaked in water and refined, boiled and dried in the sun to become nitrate salt.

This kind of nitrate is also extremely rare, and many of them are scraped off the wall of the latrine, but who cares about it.

In the past two years, they also tried to grow food and vegetables in the city, but their income was limited.

"More than 1 people have been captured, how to deal with it?"

Zheng Zunqian frowned, "Why are there so many prisoners?"

"Most of them are the old and weak women and children of the Tartars. They kneel down and beg for surrender. They have no weapons, so it's hard for us to kill them."

Zheng Zunqian was dissatisfied, "Women and children of the Tartars are not Tartars? And those coats, since they can keep the Tartars until now, it means that they are all committed traitors of the Tartars, just as hateful as the Tartars."

"But they surrendered after all."

"Surrender, do they want to surrender now?"

"They slaughtered how many people in our robes from outside the pass to inside the pass. Those people who were slaughtered by them, did they give them a way to survive?"

"Kill them all, save wasting food."

Zhu Zhongyi took a step forward, "Captain, if you kill them during the battle, you will kill them, but now that the battle is over, and there are so many people, if you kill them all, those imperial officials will definitely impeach them by then. Let's take Ying Zhou has done a great job, so he can't end up being charged with these Tartars, it's not worth it."

"We all hate the Tartars, and the women and children of these Tartars are not innocent, but we are also warriors, generals of the imperial court, and since the battle is over, these things will not be ours to deal with.

I believe that His Majesty will not take advantage of these Tartars, why not put them in a prisoner-of-war camp first and wait for the sage to deal with them? "

Wang Zhiren killed 2 people when he broke Yanzhou, and was impeached by many people afterwards, which almost caused turmoil in the court.

"This kind of dirty hands should be done by us warriors, should we push it to His Majesty?" Zheng Zunqian said.

Zhu Zhongyi still persuaded him, "It's a waste to kill, and it's still useful to keep as much as possible. Whether it's sent to mines as slaves for mining, or exiled to Taiwan to cultivate wasteland and plant sugar cane as slaves, there is still some value. Even if you sell it directly for Slave, can’t you also sell some silver, which can also be used as military expenses.”

Killing is dirty hands and wasteful.

"You guys are afraid of getting your hands dirty and being impeached by civil officials!" Zheng Zunqian sighed.

"If that's the case, we'll send them all to prisoner camps. But one thing, you can't treat them too well. You only have to eat porridge every day, and you have to work. Even if you are injured or sick, you are not allowed to waste medicine for them. If you die It is also an early end to their sinful life, who made them come here, did we invite them to come?"

Zheng Zunqian took a special look at the head of Luck Dehun, and also searched for his armor, weapons, and seals.

"Send someone to present it to His Majesty the Emperor."

Chen Qianfu and others also entered the city under the scorching sun to patrol the city. Looking at the tragic post-war scene, many civil servants turned pale. After all, it is rare to see stumps everywhere.

And Zheng Zunqian showed them the already interesting head of Luck Dehun, which also made them lose their appetite. Looking at that ferocious head, it was difficult to connect with the noble status of the assistant king, not to mention that he not only It's the prince, and his grandfather is still the regent Daishan.

But now, it's just a few catties of rotting flesh.

Chen Qianfu heard that many Tartars had been captured, and he was worried that Zheng Zunqian would kill the prisoners. He was relieved when he said that they would all be locked up for Emperor Hou's punishment.

The killing of prisoners after the war is not an auspicious issue, but such indiscriminate killing is very bad.

If an army kills prisoners in this way, it will inevitably be infected with hostility in the future, and it will be difficult to restrain it.

"If Dudu Zheng is relieved, why don't we hand over these prisoners to us for custody?" Chen Qianfu suggested.

"The battle here is over. After cleaning the battlefield, we have to hurry to Nanyang. Wu Sangui and Nikan may rush to Nanyang at any time." It is nearly [-] miles from Yingzhou to Nanyang, although the road is flat and good Let's go, but marching in the scorching summer is not easy.

What's more, you have to carry cannons and so on, and you have to march sixty miles a day. From Yingzhou to Nanyang, it takes half a month on the road.

"Today clean the battlefield, check the heads, register military merits, rest for a day tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow the whole army will go to Nanyang, and arrive in Nanyang within ten days, ready to fight. I will leave the aftermath here to Governor Chen."

"No problem, I'll take care of the aftermath, so I'll come to Nanyang to assist with money and food."

Nanyang Mansion belongs to the newly planned Western Henan Road, and Chen Qianfu, the governor of Huanghuai and governor of Henan, naturally had to go to the battle of Nanyang.

The Battle of Yingzhou was easy, but the Battle of Nanyang was by no means easy.

But this battle must be fought, Zheng Zunqian and his three towns are not the entire force of the Nanyang War, and now the emperor is also coming to Luoyang, and the imperial battalion of several towns will come.

In addition, Zhu Shengli from Huguang and Jiangxi will also lead troops to participate in this battle.

Zheng Zunqian planned to go to Nanyang early to prevent Wu Sangui's reinforcements from entering Nanyang City.

(End of this chapter)