Daming: Let you do your best to manage, do you go to health?

Chapter 155 Take advantage of your illness and kill you.

At this moment when the battle on the battlefield on both sides of the official road was still going on, outside the Jurchen village in the deep mountains and old forests.

A soldier who hurried back from the battlefield anxiously came to the gate of the camp and shouted, "Quick, take me to the leader!"

After a while.

Zhuolu, Huite, and Heihan, the leaders of the three Jurchen tribes, came out separately.

The Jurchens outside the pass are divided into three branches, the Haixi Jurchens, the Jianzhou Jurchens, and the Savage Jurchens.

Now the three Jurchen tribes are all united together.

When they heard that the soldiers sent out to intercept the road had returned and wanted to see them again, the three of them immediately realized that something was wrong, and rushed over one after another.

After seeing the soldier, he immediately asked, "What happened?"

Listening to the leader's inquiry, the soldier also told all the things they encountered.

Yan Ming was ambushed by the Ming army. There were more than a thousand people on the other side. They all used firearms that they had never seen before. They were extremely powerful, so they were accidentally trapped in place.

Zhuolu, who was temporarily the leader of these Jurchen tribes, immediately frowned upon hearing this soldier's soldier.

An advanced weapon that can directly shoot someone at a distance of [-] meters
Not to mention that the soldier had never seen it, even Zhuo Lu had never seen it, or even heard of it.

He knew that the Ming army was good at using firearms.

But he is clear about the power of those firearms.

Even the most powerful artillery is not just a catapult with a different shell.

The power is great, and it is naturally stronger than the catapult, but it is very different from what the soldier said.

From what the soldier said, these firearms can accurately hit people at a distance of [-] meters. This level of accuracy is simply infinitely better than the most powerful marksman in the army.

But after thinking about it carefully, Zhuo Lu couldn't help asking again: "How many people are there?"

Hearing this, the soldier immediately swore: "There are only a thousand Han Chinese in total. If it weren't for those powerful firearms, we wouldn't have lost."

"Can you confirm?"

The soldier nodded.

After repeatedly confirming that there were only more than a thousand Ming soldiers who took action against his own people this time, Zhuo Lu's mind also became active.

He Zhuolu is not stupid.

He has always been very clear that in the battle between the Jurchens and the Ming army, the Jurchens have always been at a disadvantage, otherwise they would not have recognized the establishment of the Nuer Gandu Division by the Ming Dynasty here.

The reason why they couldn't fight was not only because of the gap in their own national strength, but also the Jurchen clan would never take advantage of them in battle.

Their ancestors were also brilliant, unlike those savage Jurchen who have been wandering on the edge of Nuer Gandusi, they know very well how to build a strong country.

Even if their goal is achieved this time and the connection between the entire Nuer Gandu Division and the Ming Dynasty is cut off, this weapon is also very important if they want to confront the Ming army in the future.

Although the more than 1000 Ming army is powerful and can fight against their [-] clansmen, in the end it is only [-] people, and they are still in the deep mountains and old forests they are most familiar with. As long as the method is right, it is not impossible to turn defeat into victory. .

Of course, in addition to rescuing these clansmen of their own, if they can get the weapons in the hands of the Ming army, it will be a great improvement for the combat effectiveness of their Jurchen clan.

Come to think of it, the Ming army probably didn't have much equipment for such magical firearms, right?

Thinking of this, Zhuolu turned his head to look at the other two leaders of the Jurchen clan beside him, and said, "You two, our clansmen are trapped now, so we have to go if we say anything, maybe we can still get those Some of the advanced firearms of the Ming army were seized, what do you two think?"

Regarding what Zhuolu said, the other two leaders of the Jurchen clan naturally did not have any opinion. Although everyone was the leader of the Jurchen clan, they knew very well that Zhuolu was now the leader.

Moreover, ever since they agreed to rebel, under Na Zhuolu's suggestion, all the members of the three tribes were merged together, in order not to have any gaps between them.

At the same time, it also avoided the fact that the temporary co-lord Zhuolu used the other two Jurchen clansmen as cannon fodder.

Therefore, the clansmen who are trapped and unable to get out are not only Zhuolu's clansman, but also their clansman, a total of 1000 people.

Although there are only a few hundred people allocated to their respective tribes, the number of their entire tribes is not large. The loss of these hundreds of people is a great loss for each of them.

So even if it is impossible to seize some advanced firearms, they are definitely going to save them.

After several people reached an agreement, Na Zhuolu didn't hesitate much, and directly ordered: "Pass my order, call 3000 people, and go rescue the tribe with me!"

After finishing speaking, Na Zhuolu turned his head to look at the two leaders beside him, and said, "You two, although this rescue is important, we cannot ignore it here, or I will lead people to rescue this time, two How about staying in the camp?"

But after hearing Zhuolu's words, the other two Jurchen leaders looked at each other and said, "Well, I will stay in the camp and let Heihan go with you."

Seeing what they said, Zhuo Lu naturally couldn't say anything more, but his idea of ​​leaving those captured firearms to his clansmen might be ruined.

soon.

Accompanied by the [-] Jurchen clansmen began to quickly gather, and then followed Na Zhuolu and followed the guidance of the previous soldier, while rushing towards the battlefield that was still in the middle of the war.

the other side.

Zhu Zhanji, who had been leading the army to stay at the predetermined location, finally waited for the return of the Ming army spies.

"Report! His Royal Highness, the location of the thief's lair has been found!"

For this news, Zhu Zhanji has been waiting for a long time, without a moment's delay, he immediately said: "The whole army is dispatched!"

Under the guidance of the spies of the Ming army, an army of more than [-] began to rush towards the old nest of the Jurchen tribe.

However, because it is a large army, the speed is naturally not fast enough.

Once it is too fast, it is easy to cause the entire army to be scattered.

However, the Ming army is not good at walking this kind of road, but those Jurchen people are very good at it. Not only are they good at it, they can even run on such terrain.

It seemed that the rough ground had no effect on them.

This speed is completely unmatched by the Ming army.

However, their speed is fast, but the speed of reincarnation is also fast.

A total of 500 Musketeers, except for the [-] people who stayed with him for defense and other purposes, the other [-] Musketeers were all sent here by Zhu Zhanji.

There are only more than a thousand people who are fighting the 1000 people of the Jurchen tribe, and what about the rest?

The remaining [-] Musketeers had already been arranged around the battlefield by Zhu Zhanji.

It's just that the difference from the thousand musketeers is that the target of the 1000 people is the trapped [-] Jurchens, while the remaining [-] musketeers are all on the periphery of the defense. It was the reinforcements from the Jurchen tribe who came behind.

Just when the Jurchen soldiers who came to reinforce them entered their ambush range, bursts of gunshots came from all directions instantly.

Bang bang bang.
The sound of gunfire was incessant.

This time, the musketeers didn't keep their hands back, nor did they deliberately not attack in order to deliberately spare the lives of these people.

This time, their task was to try their best to wipe out the Jurchen people who came to reinforce them.

And as the gunshots from the outside became lively, according to Zhu Zhanji's order, the musketeers inside did not keep their hands anymore.

Coupled with the fact that a thousand Musketeers led by the fifth brother Zhu Zhanqian approached from the rear, the places where the Jurchen clan lived were completely under control.

Even though most of the places where those people hid were not within the shooting range of the Ming army musketeers, they had more than one musket.

Is there anything more appropriate than a pack of dynamite for tackling tough situations?
After the ignited explosives were thrown from the hands of the soldiers into the shelters where the Jurchen people were hiding, one after another explosions sounded, and countless corpses also began to fly around at the same time as the explosions sounded.

Broken arms and legs are everywhere.

"What's going on! Didn't you say there are only 1000 people? Why are there so many people!"

Based on the frequency and number of gunshots around, it is absolutely impossible for more than a thousand people to fight.

As the leader of the Jurchen tribe, Zhuo Lu immediately questioned the soldier who came to pass the news.

However, when the soldier saw such a scene, he also looked dazed. Obviously, he himself didn't know why the enemy's firepower suddenly became fierce.

If what they had encountered before was such a fierce firepower, there was no way he could have escaped.

Seeing the bewildered look on the soldier's face, Zhuo Lu soon understood that the Ming army was not targeting the 1000 people, and the reason why the clansman was allowed to escape was to lure them to come to support. Good catch.

But even if he understands now, he can't change the status quo.

In the dense shooting sound around them, they couldn't tell where the enemy was at all.

From the analysis of the sound, there are sounds in all directions, even behind you.

It can be seen that the three thousand of them have fallen into the encirclement of the other party without knowing it.

At this time, they can only rely on the tree trunks, stones, and deep pits around them to avoid the dense bullets around them.

But even so, even in the deep mountains and old forests with a lot of cover, they still had countless soldiers and clansmen who died under the opponent's shooting.

Just when Zhuo Lu was thinking about how to break out of the siege with a sad face, after all, it was not an option to avoid it like this.

On the other side, Zhu Zhanji, who got the exact news and led the army to advance quickly, also successfully led the army to the edge of the Jurchen's lair.

Under Zhu Zhanji's order, all the soldiers hid immediately.

And Zhu Zhanji also took out the binoculars, and began to hide in the corner to observe the movement inside.

The camp of the Jurchen tribe is very large.

Otherwise, more than [-] people cannot be accommodated.

But it is surrounded by fences made of wood, and there are only three directions for people to enter and exit, east, west, south.

As long as the gates in these three directions can be blocked, those people inside will be the turtles in the urn.

Can't run away.

Thinking of this, after observing the specific situation of the camp, Zhu Zhanji didn't delay much, after all, the ace army in his hand was still fighting.

The sooner they can end the battle here, the sooner they can rush to support.

Thinking of this, Zhu Zhanji should even order the three generals under his command to lead 20,000, [-], and [-] people respectively to attack from the three entrances and exits of this camp.

The east and west are supplemented, and the south is the main attack point.

At the same time, all firearms and gunpowder were left on the south road.

After hearing Zhu Zhanji's arrangement, the other two generals immediately turned around and led their subordinates, and began to rush towards all their attacking directions quietly.

Through the communication of the messengers under his command, after confirming that the other two routes are all ready and arriving at the predetermined position, Zhu Zhanji immediately said to the last general beside him: "Do it!"

A firework-like thing exploded in mid-air.

Immediately, all the Ming troops, led by their generals, began to attack the camp of the Jurchens.

Although the Jurchen soldiers in the camp reacted quickly, they closed the gate of the camp immediately.

However, these gates are all constructed of wood.

Under Zhu Zhanji's arrangement, the first dozen soldiers who rushed forward immediately threw the explosive packs in their hands at the gate of the village.

With the sound of explosions, the wooden door collapsed in an instant like paper.

Pieces of wood scattered all over the place.

And the soldiers of the Ming army, led by the sword and shield soldiers in the first row, rushed to the bottom of the stockade in an instant.

Facing the bows and arrows of the Jurchen soldiers, being protected by shields also reduced a lot of casualties.

But this is a conventional war situation after all. Even though they had made sufficient preparations and were the first to strike, the casualties of the Ming army were still not small.

After all, the village was so high that the city tower was full of Jurchen soldiers and archers everywhere.

The arrows fell into the densely packed Ming army, even if they were blindfolded, they could hit a few.

At this time, Zhu Zhanji did not rush in with the soldiers.

After all, there are more than [-] soldiers, and it is certain to win this camp. At this time, he, the grandson of the Ming Dynasty, really does not need to take risks.

After all, that bow and arrow has no eyes, so he will not let him go just because he is the grandson of the Ming Dynasty.

However, seeing that the casualties of the Ming army were still very high despite all the advantages, Zhu Zhanji became more determined to innovate the equipment of the Ming army as soon as possible.

Seeing this heroic soldier of the Ming army die on the battlefield so simply, Zhu Zhanji still felt heartbroken.

After returning to the capital this time, no matter what, we must promote the innovation of military equipment as soon as possible.

According to his idea, for this kind of battle, the mortar should be fired for three to five minutes, and then the soldiers of the Ming army rushed in to harvest.

This kind of hand-to-hand combat between cold weapons has caused too many casualties.

(End of this chapter)