Chapter 950 Sarhu, the ancient battlefield, fired a gun to see off the martyrs!

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While Huang Taiji left Chenyang, as the representative entrusted by Zhang Zhun, Zhong Wuying took his cavalry troops to Hetouala and went straight to the Tatars' nest.

The distance from Chenyang to Hetuala is still quite far away. It is mainly due to the terrain relationship. From Hetuala to Chenyang, it is basically downhill. On the contrary, from Chenyang to Hetuala is uphill. The failure of the Sarhu War back then also caused terrain reasons. The Tartars were at high places, while the Ming army was at low places. The Taurus cavalry rushed down from high places, with great power, so the Ming army could not stop it.

Along the way, the cavalry led by Zhong Wuying did not encounter any battle. Except for the sporadic horse thieves who came out of nowhere, the Tartars basically disappeared. When the horse thieves saw the arrival of the Hu Ben cavalry, they did not dare to get too close and retreated quietly.

The horse thieves in the Liaodong region are very complex. Some Han people, some foreign races, and more are refugees who are not even sure what kind of race they are. Whether it is the Great Jin Dynasty or the Mongols, many people cannot survive and have to flee. According to the laws of the two tribes, if these people are caught, they will be executed. In desperation, these people have to take risks and become horse thieves.

In addition, there are many prisoners of the two tribes. Most of these prisoners were transformed from slaves. In addition to Han slaves, there are also other tribes. The slaves were dissatisfied with their treatment and killed their masters, which became unforgivable prisoners. In order to survive, these prisoners became bandits and formed the main force of the Liaodong horse thieves.

For the horse thieves in Liaodong, the Hu Ben Army's policy is to temporarily coexist peacefully and not violate each other. Because the main target of the Hu Ben Army is still the main force of the Tartars. Before completing this goal, Zhang Zhun did not want to cause trouble. If Huang Taiji wins over all the horse thieves and fights to the death, it will not be beneficial to the Hu Ben Army's cavalry.

Of course, now, the main force of the Tartars has been completely wiped out, and Huang Taiji has also announced his surrender. The sharp swords of the Hu Ben Army cavalry are ready to fall on these horse thieves. Perhaps these horse thieves also felt the danger and ran to a place far away from Chenyang and Liaoyang to avoid the edge of the Hu Ben Army cavalry.

In fact, the war in Liaodong has basically ended now. There is no suspense about the Hu Ben Army ruling the Liaodong area. Even the established Tartars cannot deal with the Hu Ben Army, let alone the sporadic horse thieves. Even if the Hu Ben Army and the horse thieves fight in the future, the scale of the battle will probably not be very large.

All the Tartars, who were willing to fight, were already imprisoned in Chenyang. Those who were unwilling to fight, gathered in Hetulala, waiting for the handling of the Hu Ben Army. Therefore, Zhong Wuying's subordinates, despite only less than 3,000 cavalry, still dared to enter alone. I believe that not many Tartars would do stupid things to destroy their clan at this time.

Along the way, the Hu Ben cavalry passed through Fushun, Sarhu and other places. These two places were the ancient battlefields of that year. Fushun, the place with good names, was actually a shame for the Ming Dynasty. Because Li Yongfang, the first generation of traitors, surrendered to the Tartars here. If it weren't for Li Yongfang's surrender, the situation in the Ming Dynasty in Liaodong would not have deteriorated rapidly.

"Destroy!"

"Destroy all!"

Zhong Wuying ordered decisively.

He wanted to destroy everything about Li Yongfang, a traitor. After Li Yongfang surrendered, the Tartars were really good to him. Not only did they build statues and other things, but they also specially built a ancestral hall for him. Now, they are all gone under the hammer of the Tiger Army.

After destroying everything about Li Yongfang, Zhong Wuying continued to lead his army forward. He set out from Fushun and walked east along the banks of the Hun River. After a few days, he arrived at the ancient battlefield of Sarhu. For all the Ming people, the name Sarhu has a special meaning. Especially for those Ming soldiers who once served in Liaodong, the three words Sarhu deeply hurt them. Because Sarhu is the beginning of all nightmares.

Without Sarhu's defeat, the situation in Liaodong would not have deteriorated so rapidly, and there would have been no such many Ming soldiers who eventually died at the hands of the Tatars. From Sarhu, to Chenyang, to Liaoyang, to Guangning, to Dalinghe Fort, to the invasion of the Tatars, all of these were connected to each other. ***, it was Sarhu.

In the past, Zhong Wuying felt that the ancient battlefield of Sarhu should be a place where the dead and lonely and empty were. There should be countless unjust souls accumulated here. All the Ming soldiers who died in battle, their unjust souls should not be released. Their death was indeed too aggrieved. Their resentment could completely cover Sarhu.

However, after arriving here, Zhong Wuying discovered that the scenery of the ancient battlefield of Sarhu was actually very beautiful. On the surface, everything around Sarhu was like a scenic spot. Walking in it was like traveling around the mountains and rivers. Here, there were mountains, water, lakes, red leaves all over the mountains, and the bleak autumn wind...

Even Zhong Wuying, who has little culture, can even recall a poem by Fan Zhongyan, a Song Dynasty man: "The sky is blue, the sky is yellow, the autumn scenery is continuous, the waves are cold and green, the mountains reflect the setting sun, the sky is connected to the water, the grass is ruthless, and it is even outside the setting sun." There are no more words, which can describe everything you see in front of you more vividly than this sentence.

Zhong Wuying couldn't help but feel a little emotional. If it weren't for the battle seventeen years ago, this place might not have been discovered. Perhaps, more publicity should be made in the future, so that more people can come here to visit and remember the battle seventeen years ago.

As the team gradually penetrated into Sarhu, the beautiful scenery finally gradually decreased. The world gradually became darker. The flowers, plants and trees around it also changed from beautiful and colorful to terrifying and hideous. The bleak autumn wind made a strange sound, which made people feel tight. After all, the ancient battlefield was an ancient battlefield, and finally it slowly revealed its original appearance.

Slowly, large open spaces appeared in front of Zhong Wuying and others. This vast open space was very strange. There were no plants on the ground, as if no plants could grow. The surface of the land was only a layer of black. All of this formed a strong contrast with what I saw before.

The cavalry horses pass by here, and from time to time, they can step on some strange things. From time to time, they will make a slight sound. If someone gets off the horse and looks carefully, they will find that the broken bones are human bones. If you continue digging down with a dagger, it is easy to dig out a skull.

"Tap."

"Don't wake them up."

Zhong Wuying whispered to remind his subordinates.

More than a decade have passed since the Battle of Sarhu. The ruins of the battlefield were almost unrecognizable by wind and rain, and the sun was exposed to the rain. However, everything under the ground was still telling the tragic situation of that year. The Ming army, which had a total of 50,000 people, fell to the hands of the Tartars. Their blood completely dyed the land red.

It is precisely because of the soaking of a large amount of blood that the soil structure here has undergone qualitative changes and plants can no longer grow. This large area of ​​blackened land is buried under the corpses of those who died in battle back then. They have been sleeping here for more than ten years.

"call!"

Suddenly, a strange wind formed in the open space.

Under the impact of the strange wind, the world gradually dimmed. The sunshine that could have been seen was now impossible to see. The trees around were constantly swaying under the blow of the strange wind, just like warriors waving weapons and fighting with the enemy.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air. If you listen carefully, you could still hear the impact and fighting of the golden swords and iron horses, the screams of the personnel, the neighing of the war horses, the commander's roar at the top of his lungs, and the wounded's *** mixed together.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and I couldn't see my five fingers. The strange wind was getting stronger and stronger, constantly blowing against every Tiger Army soldier. Under the blow of the strange wind, it was impossible to ignite the torch. In the air, all kinds of hissings and screams seemed to be getting more and more fierce.

"Cross!"

Zhong Wuying suddenly became blessed and shouted in a deep voice.

The soldiers of the Tiger Cavalry Camp immediately ceased their horses and lined up neatly.

"salute!"

Zhong Wuying shouted loudly again.

The soldiers of the Tiger Cavalry Camp raised their right hands together and saluted solemnly.

They instantly understood what Zhong Wuying meant. No matter how they sacrificed the Ming army here, they were all warriors who defended their country. The decision-making mistakes of the superiors were the responsibility of the superiors. There was nothing wrong with the officers and soldiers of the lower class. They deserved such a salute.

I believe that it was the first time that the Han army had arrived here after more than ten years of the Battle of Sarhu. These strange winds and shadows were made up by the unjust souls underground. I believe that the heroes who were buried underground also hope to be comforted by future generations. Of course, the most important thing is that they should be respected by future generations. Everyone of the more than 500,000 Ming soldiers who died in Liaodong should be respected.

"Rise the gun!"

Zhong Wuying shouted again in a deep voice.

The soldiers of the Tiger Cavalry Camp raised the muskets in their hands together.

"put!"

Zhong Wuying shouted.

"Bang!"

The neat gunfire sounded the tranquility of the wilderness.

As the gunshot sounded, a trace of light seemed to be heard in the darkness, just like the dawn that tore the darkness of the earth. The originally raging strange wind quietly retreated. It seemed that the screams were getting more and more fierce, and slowly became fragile.
Chapter completed!