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Chapter 610 The Army’s First Battle
"Hey, hey, if you can't think of it, then I'll be even more relieved. The Jurchens definitely can't think of it either. Just wait and see, I can't just conquer it casually, and the appearance fee is very high.

This battle must not only be won, but also won thoroughly, and we must strive to inflict pain and disability on the Jurchens in one battle, so that they will be unable to advance westward for several years to come, and let that Lin Dan Khan give up his covetous heart as soon as possible and cause less trouble for the new policy. "

Facing the deputy commander-in-chief with rich combat experience and a group of staff members who were puzzled, Hong Tao smiled miserably. Although he didn't say it, the words "I know, but I just won't tell you" were clearly written on his face.

"First it was Chu Ying, and then Mang Gurtai. I and the Ming Emperor were incompatible and incompatible with each other! Daishan ordered the whole army to speed up and drive all night. They must arrive at Ningyuan City before dawn. I want to ask Hu Erhan face to face. How did Mang Gurtai die?"

While Hong Tao and his men were showing off, in the North Fort of Tashan more than 50 miles away, Nurhaci, with his hair disheveled, holding a steel knife, stared at the blue-flag Niulu Ezhen with red eyes, and raised it several times. It fell several more times.

A corpse in armor was wrapped in blue cloth at the entrance of the big tent, and Mang Gurtai's young and pale face was exposed. Two sons were killed in succession, and they were both biological sons. The grief of the white-haired man sending the black-haired man almost made Nurhaci lose his mind.

People who can build a business from scratch are mentally tough. Soon Nurhachi woke up from the grief of losing his son and began to wonder about the cause of Mang Gurtai's death.

According to Niulu Erzhen of Xianglan Banner, Mang Gurtai was beaten to death with a fire blunderbuss by Ming army assassins lurking near the main road. I've looked at the wounds, and they certainly don't look like those caused by arrows, knives or spears.

But it was hard for Nurhaci to believe that there were also firecrackers in the Jurchen army, some of which were captured from the Ming army, and some from the Koreans. There were all kinds of guns.

No matter how big or small these muskets are, they cannot accurately hit a person at a distance of a hundred steps, not to mention even ten, unless the distance is very close, such as ten steps.

And Mang Gurtai was not a fledgling child. How could he be so negligent as to allow the Ming army's assassins to get so close to him, unless all the blue-flag-mounted Baiya La Guards were of the same mind as the Ming army.

At this time, a very bad thought emerged from the bottom of his heart. Mang Gurtai was not killed by Ming army assassins, but was killed by one of his own people. Only this explanation can explain the origin of the wound.

But there is still something unexplainable. The guards of each banner are all personally selected by the banner owner Beile. They are all Jurchens with good roots. They have been inspected for a long time. It is impossible for Han people to be mixed among them, and it is also impossible for other people to be included. The flag master serves his orders.

If something goes wrong with their flag leader due to negligence in guarding, these guards are likely to be buried together. Even if some of them have evil intentions for some reason, they cannot all blame the Ming army in unison.

Nurhaci couldn't figure out for the time being who killed Mang Gurtai, but he was sure that as long as he saw Hu Erhan and the two banners Zhenghuang and Xianghuang Ezhen who followed Mang Gurtai on the expedition, he would be able to figure it out immediately. The whole story.

"Boom...boom, boom, boom..." The early morning birdsong was dispersed by several loud noises. The high-speed flying iron ball tore through the faint morning fog and hit the city wall with its head, smashing the bricks and stones, leaving behind a A depression the size of a pot lid.

Some of them were higher than the top of the city and flew into the city in a parabola, smashing several swaying houses into dust. There were also a few screams mixed in during this period. It was obvious that someone was hit by a stray bullet. Even if the vital part was not injured, the injury was not too minor. "Dudu... Dududu... Find a bunker, avoid the shells, don't run around. Doctor, doctor, someone is injured over there! Where the hell are you running? Can this broken wall withstand the shells? There is a hidden soldier cave. Over there. Stop here. Where's your gun? Get your gun back, or I'll kill you first!"

This shelling immediately caused a burst of commotion. The Army soldiers who were waiting in line to eat were relatively calm. They quickly packed up their belongings and ran to the pre-arranged defense area to find bunkers to hide.

Some were so frightened that they completely forgot all the knowledge they had learned from previous training and exercises. They held their heads in their hands and ran away along the street, not knowing where they wanted to go.

However, these small commotions did not expand or intensify. When the first hundred households blew the brass whistle and calmly stood there and issued orders to their subordinate soldiers, soon more hundreds of households, chiefs, and five were there. The commander recovered from his shock and blew his whistle to gather his subordinates. Although he is still running, he is much more orderly.

"Don't pull, I'm not a cripple. Let go of your arms! Listen to the order, stand at attention and take a break! Are you all army officers? If not, then all of you should go to the palace to work for Wang Chengen!
What the hell, if the soldiers see you like this, they won't panic at all, but they will have to worry about it. The general is the soul of the soldier. You can do whatever you are supposed to do. Anyone who dares to circle around me again will be punished by military law! "

Not only were the soldiers in chaos, but Hong Tao also had no composure. It's not that he doesn't want to, but Du Wenhuan, Ding Shun and several staff officers don't allow it. While they were eating half of their breakfast, as soon as the cannon fired, they couldn't help but set themselves up and ran towards the nearest hiding cave, like clockwork.

I don’t know who stepped on it, and even stepped on one of my shoes. I was in such a mess, that is, I didn’t have a camera, otherwise some people would believe it if I took the photos and said it was the Dunkirk evacuation.

Fortunately, Wang Chengen was not completely frightened yet, and the Yumajian warrior who had been on the battlefield did not run for his life. After being scolded many times, he finally stopped himself, who was unable to control himself and could not even touch the ground with his feet.

"Long live Lord, please move!" Du Wenhuan, Ding Shun and other staff members were scolded and ran away, and Wang Chengen came over again. He said please, but his hands were on his belt. Looking at his posture, as long as he nodded, he dared to take over the unfinished work of the staff.

"Move your mother's legs and get out of the way! I am the emperor, and the cannons and shells used by the Jurchens are all made by me. What a fright! You guys clear the way in front. Come here, beat the drum, and circle around the city. Circle, I want to see who is in a panic!"

Hong Tao didn't nod, but kicked Wang Chengen away, shook the dust off his uniform, and directed the Royal Horse Supervisor warriors to line up. Then he called the drummer who was running not far away, and marched neatly along the street to the north of the city.

Not only can't you hide, but you also have to be patient and steady. Whoever's steps missed the beat of the drum would have the emperor's riding crop on his back. The first one to be beaten was Wang Cheng'en.

Even though he had personally killed more than one person in the palace, he could still tremble involuntarily on the battlefield, especially when he saw a soldier whose leg was broken by a cannonball, and only the flesh and trouser fabric were attached below the knee. My steps were messy, and I had a tendency to vomit.

(End of this chapter)