Black soil (Part 1)

In the spring of the 13th year of Hongwu, the King of Yan led a large army to attack the north. Goryeo resisted the king from Fenglangyuan, tied up Xu Da's old subordinates in front of the formation. The King of Yan retreated and retreated.

Humans may be the cruelest animals in the world, the most advanced and despicable methods are used to kill each other. In history, only a few sentences, each word is full of red. Run Wolf Yuan, the wilderness that cannot be seen in the Central Plains, is destined to witness the scene of bleeding and floating pestle. It cannot and cannot choose, just like the Muye and the Giant Deer back then. It can only use its own black soil to bury the dead, and bloom heartbreaking grass all over the mountains and fields in the spring of the next year. In the swaying spring breeze, it tells sad or tragic stories. Poor bones by the Wuding River are still people in the dream of the spring boudoir.

On the first day we met, the King of Yan led his army to retreat without fighting.

The next day and the third day, the Zhenbei Army retreated before the Koreans were launched. Along the way, all the collected wood was taken away, leaving Cui Hao with foggy.

On the fourth day, the Zhenbei Army set up camp on an unknown gentle slope, no longer retreated, and confronted the Goryeo Army north and south. Cui Hao ordered the front to suppress the prisoners and attack. The Zhenbei Army aimed at the Goryeo people behind the barbed wire mesh and opened fire. The Goryeo people were unable to break through the barbed wire mesh, and left hundreds of corpses and retreated in a panic. The Zhenbei Army took the opportunity to rescue a group of prisoners of war.

After that, the war was in a stalemate. The Zhenbei Army took into account the safety of its compatriots and could not attack with all their strength, and the Goryeo people could not break through the Zhenbei Army's defense line. Cui Hao, the old commander of the Goryeo, could not understand how much effort it would take to make the hard iron block into iron wire. If the barbed wire mesh used by the Zhenbei Army camped this time, it would probably be impossible for the blacksmiths of the Goryeo nation to produce this year. He didn't know how long it would take to find a way to break through the obstacles. The command ability of the Ming generals was significantly improved in the battle, and they would be better every day.

On the night of the seventh day, Goryeo General Park Cheol-won led his troops to rob the camp and accidentally rang the bell secretly hung on the barbed wire of the Zhenbei Army. The ringtone sounded loudly. The soldiers of the patrol were gradually shooting and killed three thousand enemies under the illumination of the large butter wax and special fireworks in the glass lampshade.

On the morning of the eighth day, Zhu Di sent prisoners to return to Goryeo with Park Zheyuan's head. The large wax of the famous glass lampshade was a searchlight, and the special fireworks were made as flares. The lamps were crafted by Liu Wei, a skilled craftsman, and several large butter waxes were collected in the large glass lampshade. The three sides were surrounded by bronze mirrors, leaving only one side of the light-transmitting side, and within a hundred steps, it was as bright as daytime.

On the night of the eighth day, the Goryeo camp was robbed by the Zhenbei Army. Wang Hao, the commander of the Ming cavalry infantry division, led a group of people to attack at night, and did not enter the Goryeo camp, and surrounded the camp and fired. Cui Hao did not know the facts of the Ming army, so he ordered the battalions to guard them strictly. Wang Hao ordered people to throw grenades everywhere and burn dozens of tents.

On the tenth day, Alihai, Jinshan, despite the order that Tugustimur was strictly prohibited from sending troops, led Naha to cross the Liaohe River for 70,000 troops. He set up a village five miles east of the Daxingbei Army camp. The Mongolians who were captured in the previous battle of Huairou and were later released due to injuries were widely circulated in the army by the power of the Ming artillery. The troops hesitated and dared not go forward and watched on the wall.

On the 11th, Li Zhong, the commander of the Goryeo Wanfu, who was responsible for robbing the Ming army's rations road, encountered the logistics brigade of the Zhenbei Army. The brigade commander Tieying used iron chains and supplies chariots to make the city, and the soldiers fired guns in batches in the "city". He also threw grenades in a dense manner, shocking the Goryeo war horses. The two sides fought fiercely until sunset, and the Goryeo army became tired. Su Ceyu, a thief of Liaodong horses, came to help with the battle, shouting and shouting, and appeared behind the Goryeo people. The Goryeo army was attacked from both sides and collapsed. Tieying ordered his subordinates to chase for more than 20 miles and seized countless horses and supplies. Li Zhong fled back with only more than a hundred cavalry. Cui Hao was furious and killed him.

Su Ceyu, whose courtesy name was Zixing, was an old subordinate of Xu Da, and was an inconspicuous horseman. At the beginning of Hongwu, Xu Da was defeated in the northern expedition. Zixing and more than 20 people fled in the chaos. The road to return to the south was broken and wandered on the grassland. He became a horse thief, robbed and made a living, traversing in Eastern Mongolia and Liaodong. Later, Xu Da's remaining troops came to surrender one after another, and gradually became the number one horse thief in Liaodong. Zixing was good at raising horses, taking horses, and proficient in cavalry and shooting. He led more than 40 Mongolian noble families in ten days, which shocked the grassland. For a time, the Mongolian nobles all swear to the name of Su. Last year, the scout leader Wang Feiyu took a disguise into Liao, pursued for many days, and finally got his wish. He was told to take over the King of Yan. Ceyu received the letter and said, "I have been waiting for this day, and the sky will not let me down." The army was heartbroken.

Tieying asked Su Ceyu to join the tent of King Yan. Ceyu politely declined and said that he would give a big gift to King Yan. Tieying could not force him. In the name of King Yan, he gave Ceyu five hundred grenades and taught him how to use it.

On the 13th, the Northern Liao Ninth tribes (Jurchen, Xibe, Daur, Hezhe, Oroqen, Ewenki, Kirgiz, etc.) led more than 100,000 people to support Goryeo, cross the Liao River, and set up a camp in the west of Zhenbei Army. The three armies were supporting each other, leaving only the south to Zhu Di.

On the 14th, the smoke outside the camp had not yet dissipated. Cui Hao ordered his personal soldiers to call his son Cui Junzhe and handed him a letter, ordering him to bring his personal soldiers to return home. "Tell this letter to your uncle. No matter what the outcome of the Liaodong Battle, don't come back." At this moment, Cui Junzhe found that his father suddenly grew old within a few days.

"My father, don't we have 200,000 people? There is only a small setback in front of us, why should you sigh?"

"You don't have to worry about it, this battle will end soon. Liaodong is no longer the original Liaodong. Tell your uncle that if this battle fails, don't sing revenge before creating the same firearm as the Ming Dynasty."

"Father……".

"Go, don't come back again, Goryeo is our home. Tell your father to beware of the Li family. Although our Cui family has been loyal and kind for generations and has been loyal and loyal, it is inevitable that villains will be jealous of them."

"Father..." Cui Junzhe suddenly felt sour. He didn't understand why his father had to have a life-and-death difference between himself and his words when he had such an advantage.

"Go, don't ask too much. After winning, I will naturally return to my hometown." Cui Hao didn't say much, waved his hand to let his son retreat. As the commander of the first army, he could never give up, but he knew in his heart that the war had been lost from the beginning, and the national strength of both sides was not on the same level. He just had a bit of luck and was responsible for the responsibility of each martial artist.

When I opened the tent and looked into the distance, I could almost touch the blue sky as I reached out. On the wasteland, the grass on the land that was not trampled by horse hooves was more than an inch high. Even if the smoke of gunpowders spread, it could not hide the faint fragrance of grass. Goryeo did not produce good horses, and horses were everywhere here. Since the founding of Goryeo, there had been almost no such many iron cavalry. "If there were another ten years, no, five years would be enough, this land would always be marked as the Goryeo. So flat and so fertile. Compared to the mountainous and barren land of my hometown, this place was simply a country of heaven. Unfortunately, time was too late." He thought silently.

This time, I thought that the Ming army had few troops and could annihilate the Ming army on the wasteland based on the advantage of the number of people. In this way, although Goryeo was far inferior to the Ming Dynasty in terms of national strength, the Ming army would not dare to go out of the pass again within at least three or five years. When it integrates the Liaobei divisions and then unites Mongolia, it is enough to become a stalemate with the Ming Dynasty. Unfortunately, it is a pity that Cui Hao kept shaking his head. The 200,000 troops he united in front of him trapped the Ming army on the surface, but in fact, it is...

"I'm fooled." Thinking of this, Cui Hao suddenly woke up. From beginning to end, this was a trap. More than 30,000 people did not advance or retreat, waiting for the enemy to assemble. This was really amazing. He smiled bitterly, saying that he was calling out all the forces scattered in Liaodong and Liaobei, and handed them over to the Zhenbei Army formation, saving the trouble of fighting everywhere after Zhenbei Army. This trick was a big deal.

In front of us, the Mongols and the Nuzhi tribes have arrived. Since the Goryeo Army has to provide them with supplies. The consumption of these 200,000 people will be punished within two months by the little food in Liaoyang. This is the time when the livestock are the thinnest. The tribes on the grassland are famined, and who has the strength to help them? Over time, their army will inevitably collapse due to shortage of food, repeating Xu Da’s mistakes back then, but the roles of both sides have changed.

He was cruel enough, and he cursed in his stomach, called his own soldiers and sent an order: "Take General Li's head off, sew it together with his body, and have a rich burial." The personal soldiers took the order and went there.

"Time, momentum, luck, not the crime of war. Li Zhong, don't blame me, you still have a place to bury you, these 200,000 people will probably be lonely ghosts." Now, Cui Hao only has the last card left in his hand, the Ming army's captives. It was because of these prisoners that the artillery that Zhenbei Army, which was unknown how far it could be, never fell on the heads of the Goryeo people. Five miles apart, no one knew whether five miles was a safe distance. During the day, Cui Hao saw the incredible power of the Ming artillery that was rumored by the Mongolian people. At that time, with the experience of a veteran, he clearly understood the Ming artillery.

By this time, the winner has been decided, and I am old, and the way of war has changed. The theme is no longer a conversation between hand and blade, but instead a dialogue between muskets and cannons. Since the confrontation these days is a trap, is the great victory of the Anton Army, which has always inspired, a greater conspiracy? He dare not think about it anymore. The greatest hope in front of him is placed on the spring rain in May. If all the people can persist until May, there will be a chance to turn defeat into victory. In May, the rainy season outside the pass is coming, and the continuous spring rain can make the Ming army's firearms fail. But even if the food and grass are available, can all the people persevere?

Those Mongolians are no longer worthy of being the descendants of Genghis Khan, but the blood of the Nvzhi tribes... In front of Cui Hao, the tragic scene of the Nvzhi tribes during the day emerged one by one.

In the morning, the tribes of the Nakatsu tribes used the fight to stop the war, and under the leadership of warriors such as Guarja and Huochaer, they launched the most fierce attack since the war started. In the good year, they lived by the water and grass, and in the desert, they ate everywhere. The powerful ones were born, the strongest ones were king, and the weak ones died. This was the fate of a man on the horse's back. Death on the battle formation is the glory of a woman's straight man.

Supported by this belief, the samurai warriors of the Female Nagata launched a charge again and again at the Zhenbei Army camp. The blood of livestock was painted on their faces and giant swords were waving in their hands. The warriors shouted and walked forward one by one, like a tide.

With a loud bang, the warriors left countless bodies and retreated like waves. Blood splashed into a river on the ground. Angry bullets chased every life in front of them. Accompanied by the rhythm of the war drums, the sound of the muskets of the Zhenbei Army was crisp and neat. Every time they fired a volley, a whole group of female warriors fell down. The normal training made the soldiers of the Zhenbei Army not dare to close their eyes and not vomit. Although the shooters themselves did not want to witness the blood, they still shot, loaded, and shot mechanically. The female men fell down like the wheat cut in the fields, but today the one who waved the sickle was the evil ghosts from the eighteen levels of hell.

Two miles away, and no bullets were chasing behind him. The female Naomen stopped. The leader tried to gather his subordinates as much as possible. He formed a formation again, unwilling to give up. The roar of the warriors and the neighing of the war horses mixed into a ball. At this moment, the Zhenbei Army artillery, which had been silent for many days, began its first speech. Several miles apart, Cui Hao felt the whole earth shake slightly.

Accompanied by the roar and scream, the sky suddenly darkened, and countless shells were overwhelmed by the earth. The place where they landed was no longer the world. The fire of hell was burning, broken arms, broken limbs, horse corpses, and human heads, flying and hovering in the air.

There were only three rows of continuous shooting. Two miles from the northern army's position, there were no living creatures in an instant on a land that was more than a hundred steps horizontally and more than ten steps vertically. Countless large pits were present. In the pit, the black mud condensed by red blood emitted hot steam, like a devil swallowing the mouth of life. Wow, as long as the beaten female Naomen was still alive, they chose to escape. No one could preserve their dignity in front of the sudden Yama.

After the sound of cannons, the wasteland returned to silence. Where the smoke of gunpowder was scattered, the whine of the injured could be clearly heard, and the incomplete corpses could be clearly seen. Just a moment ago, they were still shouting loudly.

The low trumpet sounded from the female direct camp, and choked up like a song on the wasteland. Half an hour later, the female direct troops organized their teams and continued to walk towards the blood-stained land of their companions. This time, their cavalry teams were scattered and lined up in a row, hoping that the cannons would come and they could only knock down a few people. The rest took advantage of the cannons to rush to the position to avenge their dead companions.

They got what they wanted. After a few shots of fire, the Ming army stopped the shelling after finding that the effect was not obvious. The female Naomi shouted, no longer stingy with horsepower, and rushed forward desperately.

The war horse neighed, extremely reluctant, but could not rush to death against the will of the master. The barbed wire ruthlessly blocked the footsteps of the war horse. Just a circling, a moment of pause was already the junction of life and death. The musket sounded accurately, penetrated into the body, making a puff sound. The warrior fell from the horse's back and fled in panic. The warrior behind sacrificed his life to rush forward, but was just repeating the fate of the former.

Hiding in the pedal, after paying countless lives, someone finally learned his lesson. He hid under the horse's belly and rushed to the front, straightened his body, and slashed towards the barbed wire, creating a gap at the cost of one life. Behind, a companion rode his horse and jumped past the gap, falling, the horse fell, and the person was thrown into a sieve by bullets. Under the second wire, countless wires were sticking to the ground and crossing the ground. The warriors who rushed through the first wire only advanced less than five meters more than their companions, and died with their eyes closed.

"Shoot the horse", Wang Hao shouted loudly, and the Ming army quickly adjusted the firing angle of the musket, and the fire net formed by bullets, first shot the horse down, and then took away the life of the warrior falling on the ground.

The pride of the archery skills of the archery master, which was now completely useless. Occasionally, a rider shot his bow and arrow into the Ming army formation, and he could not wear Lu silk at the end of his strength, let alone carefully crafted armor. Gradually, the musketeers became familiar with themselves and the enemy, and the shooting became more and more fierce, pressing the archery master to a hundred steps away. Within a hundred steps, the bodies were almost stacked up one by one.

After two hours of one-sided massacre, after paying countless lives, the female Naoto retreated with red eyes. After only a moment of rest, she rushed out of the village, holding a large shield, protecting the archers, and slowly moving forward. Behind them, the shaman shook the bell to summon the dead, hoping that the ghosts of the dead will bless the living to achieve the final victory.

This time, it was the most successful attack of the female warrior. He once attacked the first barbed wire, but the gap in strength between the two sides was not to be made up for. The female bow and arrow range was not as good as a musket, and the shields were shattered after several shootings. The exposed people became the target of the opponent. After countless lives, they went within the range of the bow and arrows, and the remaining archers could no longer organize a decent volley. The chaotic bow and arrow hit the Ming army.

The helmet was like itchy, and even the deeper traces could not be left behind. Occasionally, someone won the lottery, and the bow and arrow fell on the musketeers' undefensive arms. In the Ming army, someone immediately replaced the injured and sent it to the tent of the medical camp. In the tent, the military doctor Zhenyao and Chen Shitai were responsible for detoxification and the other was responsible for handling the wound. With the assistance of the female nurse, they were orderly. The musketeers who were replaced finally waited for the opportunity to kill the enemy and cherished it very much.

Throughout the day, the female Nao people used their blood and life to test the method of breaking the Ming army camp, and was not afraid of death. Until the sun could no longer watch the tragedy on earth and hid in the west. The Mongols, who originally agreed to launch an attack from the other side, did not approach the Ming army camp, sent people to look around for a while, and retreated the camp for three miles in panic. The Goryeo people had no choice but to organize several attacks in the north, but the result was not as ideal as the female Nao people. The Ming army first defeated the Goryeo people, and took advantage of the lack of opportunity to launch the second attack, and opened a path and brought their captured compatriots into the camp. According to the news that the spies mixed in it were sent to death, the prisoners were entertained after entering the camp, and they were delicious and arranged for the camp to rest separately. After the brothers of the same battalion combined with each other, most of the Goryeo people were soon captured and cut off.

When the night sky once again covered the Benlang Yuan, more than 30,000 corpses were lying outside the Ming army camp. In the camp, the shamans were busy using herbs and witchcraft to treat the injured. Some people suggested taking back the bodies of their dead companions while they were stopped by the patriarchs with tears. Today, the sacrificial blood had been sacrificed and could not waste their lives. The sacrificial people hated that they hated the Mongols' betrayal and the weakness of the Goryeo people even more than the ferocity of the Han warriors.
Chapter completed!