I, Zhu Youjian: the first prodigal son of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 262 Siege tactics
The soldiers were divided into two groups, each killing one side.

Azigbeile raised 1 troops, bypassed the northern foot of Luding Mountain, went down the river, and quietly moved towards Youjian No. [-] City and Kuwu Island.

And Jierhalangbeile and the remaining [-] cavalry hid in the Black Dragon Gorge for another three days and three nights.

On the first day of October, the north wind howled.

It was snowing heavily.

Just as Zhu Youjian, the idiot emperor, was spending a day and a night of drinking, extravagance, and dreaming of life and death, the battle between the [-] cavalry of Jiannu and the "farmers" under Cao Wenzhao's command began.

And the one who fired the first shot was a Ming veteran soldier.

59-year-old Chen Xingzhi, whose ancestral home is from Hancheng County, Shaanxi Province, sings a powerful Qin opera and is good at wielding a knife.

A bow, a pot of arrows.

It once kept young women from all over the world awake at night. During the famine years, they often liked to leave the door open for him in the middle of the night for a bite of warm rabbit meat.

Chen Xingzhi, who was born as a hunter, was drinking wine in the cement and concrete castle. Seeing the heavy snowfall, it was a good time for hunting.

He greeted his old wife, son and daughter-in-law, and then left the city gate with his hunting business.

Because he often went out to hunt in the city, and he was also a veteran soldier, the veteran soldiers guarding the city had a good personal relationship with him, and they just asked him a few casually, and let him go out of the city.

"Brothers are waiting, brother has bought some wild game, I'll serve you some wine."

Chen Xingzhi waved his hand, and came to a deep mountain and old forest very relaxed.

The mountains were covered by heavy snow, and when wild beasts came out to look for food, they often left obvious tracks on the snow. This made it easy for old hunter Chen Xingzhi to hunt down three or five roe deer, roe deer, and two pheasants.

Having picked out his prey with a stick, he walked slowly back.

In his mouth, he still hummed a few crying sounds: "The ancestral home is Hancheng County, Shanxi, and there is a home in Xinghua Village;

The marriage of siblings has changed, and the blood in the hall has been wronged;
My sister went into the cage and she fled again, it is not expected that she fled here;
In order to find relatives, I thought about the long journey, climbing mountains and wading... climbing mountains and wading to..."

Suddenly, Chen Xingzhi's voice slowly sank, gradually weakened, and finally, only the sound of heavy breathing and pounding heartbeat remained.

Jian slave cavalry!

A long team of Jiannu iron cavalry, with their flags and drums silent, sneaked quietly, like an army of ghosts, advancing quickly in the vast dense forest.

Looking at their direction, it should be...

Is it No. 47 Youjian City?
Chen Xingzhi hid behind a big tree, grabbed a few handfuls of snow and sprinkled it on his head and face, and slowly poked his head out, his heart sank gradually.

That's right, it is indeed the slave cavalry.

Moreover, it was definitely the 'regular army' who came from the battlefields of Liaodong and Liaoxi, because, although Chen Xingzhi hadn't carried a gun to fight with the savage tribes of the Donghai Jurchen for nearly a year.

But he also knew very well about those savage tribes who wore animal skins and exuded wildness.

He participated in the battle of Xifengkou.

One of the Eighteen Musketeers.

He will never forget the Jiannu cavalry, even if the opponent turns into ashes, he probably can smell a fierce stench...

……

How to do?
This place is still more than 47 miles away from City No. [-] of Youjian.

There are only about [-] guards in the city. Although the firearms in their hands are very advanced, they are all "automatic rifles" that can fire twelve bullets in a row, and the range is absolutely terrifying.

However, there are more than [-] people in the area.

To fight against such an army of slave cavalry that can't be seen at a glance...

Chen Xingzhi quickly made a decision.

Taking advantage of the cover of dense forests, rocks and bushes, he quickly moved to the top of a mountain, observed carefully for a while, and finally found out that there were at least 9000 slave cavalrymen.

According to the characteristics of the establishment of the slave cavalry, Chen Xingzhi was very sure: "This is a team of ten thousand people!" '

Among the vast mountains, a team of [-] people is not very impressive, that is, it stretches for ten or twenty miles.

However, once they entered the plains, 2 cavalry and more than [-] horses suddenly charged, it would be a terrifying army that would make the world look pale and shake the earth!
Chen Xingzhi thought of his old wife, son and daughter-in-law in the castle, his expression changed several times, and he turned to climb another mountain.

He had to find a way to slow down.

If the Jiannu cavalry were allowed to pass in such a smooth manner, they would probably reach the plain within an hour.

It doesn't matter the vast wasteland that has been reclaimed there, since all the food goes to the castle anyway.

It is the people in the city who are in danger.

Nearly [-] people, under the guard of less than a hundred soldiers, most of them live in warm concrete houses, with their wives and children on the kang.

And what he, a former veteran of the Ming Dynasty, can do is to choose a favorable terrain, retreat while fighting, and wait for possible reinforcements while slowing down the speed of the brigade...

……

"Lord Baylor, Laohekou is more than [-] miles ahead, and beyond Laohekou, there is a large river valley area reclaimed by the Han people. Our cavalry can deploy and charge.

The walls of the castle built by the Han people are less than three feet long, and our team of ten thousand people can fill a slope with two or three round trips.

The rest is for the children to kill the enemy and make meritorious deeds, hahaha. "

A Jiala Ezhen pointed in the direction of Laohekou, and said quite proudly.

"How many scouts have been sent out? Is there any news?"

The commander of this cavalry force was Azigbeile, the twelfth son of Nurhachi.

At this time, his face was gloomy, his eyes were deep, and there was always a sinister look between his brows.

This Jialaerzhen may have been on the Liaodong battlefield all the time. He has never seen the power of the latest firearms of the Ming Dynasty, nor has he seen how desperately strong the city walls made of cement and concrete will be.

Frog in the well!

Azigbeile sighed inwardly, but said nothing more.

The Jiannu Emperor Mang Gurtai attached great importance to the firearms technology of the Han people and the farming technology developed for thousands of years, but not all the Jurchen nobles were interested...

"To Lord Belle, the seventh batch of scouts has returned."

While Azigbeile was in deep thought, the Jiala Ezhen smiled and said, "Master Twelve Baylor, this is the seventh batch of scouts reporting back. No Ming army was found along the way. Do you want to speed up the team?"

Azigbeile shook his head, and said, "Continue to sneak, don't underestimate the enemy."

That Jia La really turned his head, curled his lips indifferently, showing a hint of disapproval.

This Twelve Belle Lord was once considered the most capable general of the Jurchen tribe, but now, not only is he a little frustrated in the court, he is not welcomed by His Majesty Emperor Mangurtai.

Now it seems that even his courage seems to be gone.

2 cavalry means [-] warriors, plus more than [-] horses, what's the point of a small castle?

One person and one bag of soil can be buried in the past...

……

Azigbeile was annoyed when he saw the expression of Lord Jialaerzhen, but he didn't show it on his face.

He has no army in his hands.

The 1 horses were borrowed from his cousin.

"Let the scouts continue to explore the road. Remember, be careful when sailing for ten thousand years." Azigbeile said indifferently.

The Jia La forehead snorted coldly, and shouted: "Did you hear that? Lord Twelve Baylor wants you to continue to explore the road, and be careful sailing for thousands of years!"

A team of scouts took the lead, whipped their horses and galloped away.

Behind him, a cloud of snow and mist rose...

……

Chen Xingzhi chose an ambush point, hid his whole body in a pile of rocks, and put the bow and arrow at hand beside him.

What he held in his hand was the musket distributed by Cao Wenzhao to the farmers.

It's not the kind of matchlock gun, nor is it the most advanced continuous-fire semi-automatic rifle of Ming Dynasty, but an old-fashioned rifle that needs to be ejected from the eggshell and re-pressed into a bullet after firing a shot.

The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty called it a "you-checked rifle" with a smile.

Guns are good guns.

Just a little less ammo.

This time when he came out to hunt, he had less than 22 rounds of ammunition with him, excluding hunting consumption, there were [-] rounds of ammunition left.

Chen Xingzhi roughly calculated that if he killed one Jian slave cavalry with two shots, he could kill eleven pigtails with one shot...

If he had followed Cao Wenzhao Houye's military reward and punishment order, he would have received a full 330 Daming gold coins this time. With these coins, he could buy 330 acres of fertile irrigated land!
Gee.

This business is absolutely necessary!

Chen Xingzhi slowly stretched out the muzzle of the gun, aiming at a figure who seemed to be the leader.

Because he found that when the man was riding on horseback, his waist was straight, not slightly hunched like other cavalrymen.

"If you can kill a small slave-building official, even a small Niu Lu Ezhen, you can get a reward of one hundred Ming gold coins..."

Niu Lu'ezhen is a relatively inconspicuous character in the establishment sequence of the slave army. He has about 300 people under his command, and he is almost a guerrilla general in the Ming army.

Take a deep breath.

hold back.

I felt the pounding heartbeat, like a dry cowhide war drum, beating vigorously in Chen Xingzhi's chest, trembling, making the blood in his whole body start to flow faster.

The whistling wind in my ears disappeared.

Two o'clock on the line.

A small black spot trembled slightly between the brows of the "little leader" of Jiannu, and it couldn't stabilize, which annoyed Chen Xingzhi very much.

No, isn't it just a Jian slave with a pig's tail?

So nervous, as for?

Not so!
I shot you down with a single shot!
Slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, spraying hot breath on the clean snow, melting a small piece in an instant.

Chen Xingzhi was surprised to see that the hot air from his mouth and nose melted a crooked word on the snow, and when he looked closely, it seemed to be the word 'sky'?

No, under the word Tian, ​​there is an extra word for 'mouth'.

About, probably, should, seems to be.

Is it the word "swallow"?
Chen Xingzhi raised his head again, took a deep breath, held back three or four breaths, and then let it out slowly.

After doing this three or five times, his heart finally calmed down completely, as if what he aimed at was not a person, but a roe rabbit, or a once plump pheasant.

This time, he no longer pursued a headshot.

That style of play sounds very enjoyable. Once the bullet hits the opponent's head, the scarlet blood mist that erupts is also extremely gorgeous and ecstatic.

But on the real battlefield, few people specifically aim at the opponent's head.

Chen Xingzhi slowly adjusted the shooting angle.

After two breaths.

Just when the 'little leader' was about to enter a large rock, Chen Xingzhi pulled the trigger.

Time passed very slowly.

This Ming veteran even had the illusion that when he pulled the trigger, he seemed to be lagging for a while, maybe three or five breaths, maybe seven or eight breaths.

Maybe, forever and ever.

His mind went blank for an instant, and he didn't even feel the recoil of the rifle. A sharp bullet shot out of the barrel.

The high-speed rotating bullet flashed in the cold air.

disappeared.

After about half a breath, Chen Xingzhi heard a crisp gunshot, and saw a cloud of light blue smoke quickly drifting in the cold air.

One shot.

The mountains trembled, and the beasts were startled.

Dozens of tall snow-capped mountains nearby suddenly trembled, like a sleeping ancient dragon. After being stimulated by a crisp gunshot, their whole body trembled slightly, and they shivered slightly.

The snow on all the big trees fell down with a clatter.

Under the sunshine in the afternoon, it looks like a large piece of colorful metal debris, floating and boundless.

Rumble

Amidst bursts of dull loud noises, Chen Xingzhi rolled over on the spot, leaving the original ambush position without anyone noticing.

Then, like a vigorous snow leopard, he bent his body and ran quickly to another mountain peak.

"Did you hit it?"

"Looks like it hit?"

"Again, it seems that... it missed."

"I can't care about that much, leave the ambush point first, and find the next perfect ambush point, this is the business!"

With a trace of doubt in his heart, Chen Xingzhi rolled and crawled in the snow, and soon came to another ambush point, and slowly stretched out the muzzle of his gun through some gaps in the bony rocks.

This time, he aimed at another 'little leader'.

The man was riding a black and shiny war horse, and his attire was similar to that of other cavalrymen. The only thing that stood out was his hand, which was waving vigorously in the air, as if he was still roaring.

"It's just you."

"At least it should be a Niu Lu Ezhen, right?"

The gunshots caused small-scale avalanches to occur in many places, and the mountains and plains were filled with foggy snowflakes, which made Chen Xingzhi feel a little uncomfortable.

Because the distance was a bit far, he had to make sure to aim.

At the same time, the air and wind direction must be calculated clearly. Only in this way can a single shot be guaranteed to hit.

Daming's bullets use lead-copper alloy, which has a high proportion of lead and mercury, which can not only greatly increase the hit rate of the bullet, but also ensure that the opponent's body will be poisoned by lead and mercury after being hit by the bullet...

Therefore, there is not much difference between a bullet hitting the head and hitting the stomach, chest, thigh root and other parts.

This is the experience of a Ming veteran soldier.

Take a deep breath.

calm.

The whistling sound of the cold wind gradually disappeared.

Right in front of the little black dot, that Niu Luerzhen was still roaring crazily and waving his hands. The expression on his face was invisible, but Chen Xingzhi roughly guessed that he should be swearing.

"Then let me kill you."

Chen Xingzhi pulled the trigger again.

There was a crisp bang.

The second bullet, spinning at high speed, arrived at the chest of the "Niu Lu Ezhen" in an instant.

No sound was made.

The bullet entered his right chest, tore a lobe of his lung, continued to travel, and stopped suddenly after breaking a strong rib.

The waving hand of Niu Luerzhen was suddenly frozen.

A strange smile appeared on his swarthy face...

(End of this chapter)