Late Ming Dynasty: Conquering the world starting from riding and cutting

Qijiaying, led by Chen Hu, marched in a hurry.

The entire central and southern Taiwan Island is under the management of the Zheng brothers, and the several villages that the troops passed through are full of people. However, most of them have heard the news from the north and are in a panic.

Along the way, the army was either recruiting people to surrender or on the way to surrender. According to statistics from staff officer Liu Renqing, the number of people recruited to surrender now exceeds 20,000, and as they move south to attack cities and forts, this number is still expanding.

By the time we arrived at the Zheng family's base camp, it was already dark. Since ancient times, it was not uncommon to use the cover of night to sneak attack on the enemy's city, but that was limited to sneak attacks.

Zheng Zhihu had just experienced a major defeat and was definitely not defenseless. However, looking at the sparse soldiers on the city wall, Chen Hu knew that the Zheng family was weak and vulnerable.

In order not to cause more casualties, he decided to build a camp first and fight again tomorrow.

The two armies rarely set up battle formations to engage in grand battles at night. Apart from other things, how to command the army at night is an insurmountable problem. Once the troops on both sides engage in battle, the general will not be able to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy due to his limited vision. , how to command operations?

What's more important is that most soldiers in this era suffered from night blindness and could not see clearly at night, so it was difficult to carry out night battles.

Fortunately, this situation is not very serious in Qijiaying, and most people can actually see clearly in the night.

This must be attributed to Qin Hao. When training new recruits, Qin Hao inherited the tradition of the modern army and paid great attention to night fighting ability, and specially strengthened his diet in terms of night vision ability.

When he was reading the "Military Training Manual", he read a certain general's memoirs, which contained this passage: Just when we were feeling in a dilemma, we learned two home-made methods for treating night blindness from the common people of North Korea.

One is to make pine needle soup. This method is said to have been passed down from ancient Chinese folk. During World War II, the Japanese used it when fighting in Southeast Asia, and it was very effective. The method is to boil the needles of Masson pine in a large pot. After boiling for more than an hour, take out the needles, let the pine needle water settle, scoop it out, add some sugar and drink. If you don’t have sugar, you can drink it dry. The taste of pine needle water is a bit bitter. As long as you drink it for six or seven days, your eyes will be able to see it. There are masson pine trees all over the mountains and plains of North Korea, so there is no need to worry about not having pine needle soup to drink.

This method really works. Qin Hao and his 7,000 troops often drink pine needle water, so they can regularly carry out night battle training. Moreover, with sugar providing glucose to solve the problem of night vision, marching at night is no longer a problem.

With such an advantage, Chen Hu would not let it go. He expected that Zheng Zhihu would not dare to go out of the city to fight at night, so he forced him to the city gates with great arrogance. Of course, if Zheng Zhihu dared to go out to fight at night.

That's better. Don't say that he only has a few hundred men in the city. Even if he has a hundred thousand people, he won't be afraid of him.

In order to boost morale, Chen Hu simply asked the soldiers to approach the city two hundred steps and yell arrogantly at the top of the city.

"Listen to the rebels in the city, your grandfather is here, hurry out of the city and surrender to avoid death.

"Zheng Zhihu, you son of a bitch, do you dare to go out of the city and eat your father's shit?"

"Zheng Zhihu, you are such a shy turtle. I am your eighteenth generation ancestor."

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Chen Hu couldn't laugh or cry when he heard the shouts and curses of the soldiers. You suddenly said he was his grandfather, and then you accused him of being his eighteenth generation ancestor. This was a mistake.

Qin Hao didn't bother to take care of it, so he let the soldiers curse randomly for a while, just to relieve the boredom and fatigue of the rapid march. This was still very effective in improving morale.

Zheng Zhihu stood at the top of the city, looking at the torches all over the mountains and plains, and it was difficult to tell how many soldiers there were under the city. No matter how many people under the city cursed them, they would not dare to go out of the city to fight at night.

When Chen Hu saw that he didn't come out, he went back to the camp. He just asked the soldiers to divide their troops and set up cannons on the surrounding mountains.

Early the next morning, it was getting dark, and Zheng Jiajun at the south gate saw a hill suddenly appear two hundred steps away.

It was so dark that he couldn't see clearly. The South Gate guard had a cigarette. The origin of his nickname was that he was fighting at sea. Almost no one could hold a cigarette in his hands.

Seeing that there was no movement outside the city, he ordered people to quietly open the south gate, and then led a group of soldiers out of the city to check.

Fifty steps, thirty steps, twenty steps, through the light mist in the morning, I finally saw the hill clearly.

"ah!"

I don’t know who screamed first, which seemed particularly sharp and harsh in the quiet morning. Looking at the pile of heads twenty steps away, each one was stained with blood, it was extremely ferocious and terrifying;

A Cigarette and the soldiers behind him have seen corpses, looted, and killed, but so many heads were piled together, many with dead eyes open, and blood-stained tongues hanging out, like ropes. Not everyone can bear this frightening sight.

A cigarette only made his legs feel weak and his scalp felt like it was about to explode. Not to mention the soldiers behind him, some were so frightened that they sat on the ground, with steaming urine flowing out of their crotches without even realizing it. .

"Hurry back to the city, return to the city and report back." A cigarette smoked with trembling lips. He took the lead and ran back. The soldiers who fell softly on the ground also shouted "Oh my God!" and ran back rolling and crawling. .

A group of people stumbled back to the south gate. As soon as the gate was closed, they immediately told the garrison in the city about the horrific scene they saw.

"Heads, so many heads, like hills."

"What? Is that a human head?"

"Yes, we still have to lie to you. There are so many heads, forming a hill. Each one has their dead eyes open, as if they are looking for someone to take their lives. They say how scary it is."

"I've heard that this is called Jingguan!"

"Oh my God!"

Zheng Zhihu quickly received the report and hurried to the south gate. At this time, the first ray of sunlight rose in the east. Looking out from the south gate tower, one could clearly see the pile of heads forming a hill, exuding an eerie feeling. the fierceness;

The huge and ferocious-looking head at the top of it was none other than one of his generals. Among the important leaders who fled yesterday, he was the only one who didn't escape, but he didn't expect to see him today.

Those angry eyes were still wide open, and the disheveled hair was gently blown by the morning breeze. The look was so terrifying that even Zheng Zhihu's scalp couldn't help but feel numb after looking at it, let alone the ordinary soldiers of the Zheng family.

Seeing that his soldiers were talking and losing their courage, Zheng Zhihu quickly sent more than a hundred men to bury the heads outside the city. Only then did the men who left the city discovered that there was a wooden sign erected next to Jingguan, with the words Zheng Jiajun written on it. This battle was an unjust act. The three brothers of the Zheng family used their swords and slaughtered people without permission. They also warned the soldiers in the city that if they did not repent and surrender voluntarily, this Jingguan would be their example.

The head was buried, but the feeling of panic could not be buried. The atmosphere in the city seemed very gloomy, and everyone felt as if a big stone was weighing on their hearts.

When Chen Hu saw the fearful tiger-like Zheng Jiajun on the city wall, he knew that his hard work last night was not in vain. It took a lot of effort to cut off these heads.

"Surrender or die!" The surrounding Qijiaying camp waved military flags, and everyone shouted at the top of their lungs.

This momentum swept through the entire wall like a tsunami, causing the entire Zheng family army to press against a huge boulder. Now they were just one chance away from surrendering without a fight.

Zheng Zhihu waved his sword and kept patrolling the city wall, but no matter how much he encouraged, the soldiers below were still ashen-faced. It was not so much that they were frightened by the Jingguan below the city as they were blown to pieces by yesterday's giant cannon. Got brave.

Relying on this group of trash to escape back to the sea is undoubtedly a recipe for death.

Just when Zheng Zhihu ordered him to do something else, suddenly, his vision went dark, and the sword in his hand was violently snatched away. Then more than a dozen soldiers swarmed him and threw him to the ground.

Zheng Zhihu didn't know what was going on at this moment. The people below were trying to rebel. They tried their best to fight, but to no avail. After being put in shackles, they walked out the door.

After a while, the gate of Zhengjia City opened, and Zheng Zhihu, who was covered in black cloth, was escorted to Chen Hu by his men.

Kneeling on the ground and taking off the black cloth, Zheng Zhihu saw the enemy coach for the first time. He had a broad and thick face and was unremarkable. Chen Hu naturally looked at him with a sinister look on his face and a fierce look in his eyes.

"Today, you 'Zheng Hu' was caught by me, 'Qin Hu'." Chen Hu laughed, as if he hadn't seen an old friend in many years.

"If you lose, you lose. I have nothing to say!" Zheng Zhihu stood up and turned his head.

Chen Hu knew that he was not convinced. If it weren't for the sharp weapon in his hand, he really wouldn't be able to fight against this tiger on the sea.

Since he had nothing to say, Chen Hu waved his hand to his men to pull him down, and then led his troops into the city to clean up the loot.

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