All Heavens and Worlds Modified History System

Chapter 62 Hunhe River! Sichuan Soldiers!
"We defended the city to wait for the detachment to come to rescue Zhao from Wei."

"They all know the emperor's temper. They all know that as long as the army is at the gates of the city, the panicked emperor will definitely issue twelve golden orders to send the army back."

"When the time comes, the army will retreat in panic, and then we can take advantage of the situation to chase them out of the city."

At the Lima River, Chen Ran sighed softly, "Simple strategies are useful."

There was no way. The emperor's character was known to everyone, including Huang Taiji.

"I hope we can hold off Man Gui. If not, we have to drag it out." Chen Ran's eyes became sharp. "You want to besiege the city and delay time? Dream on!"

Without hesitation, he changed the siege into a field battle.

"Let's have a fair fight. I want to see who is truly 'invincible'!"

The ugly scene on the floating bridge lasted for more than half an hour before it came to an end.

Glancing at the ruffians lying on the ground gasping for breath, Chen Ran turned and told Zhu Laitong to "send a cavalry unit (111 men) across the river to destroy them."

There were about sixty or seventy Jin soldiers on the opposite side. Faced with the numerical advantage of the Ming cavalry who had crossed the river, they showed no fear, but instead took the initiative to meet them.

It should be the courage given to them by the fact that dozens of cavalrymen had scared thousands of Ming troops to death before.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of Ming troops on the other side of the Liaohe River, the two sides were entangled in a fierce battle.

The battle was small in scale, but it was extremely brutal.

Although they were all armored soldiers, the Jin soldiers were obviously more powerful, while the Ming cavalry had an advantage in numbers.

In just a cup of hot tea, the Ming army, which had suffered heavy casualties, gained the upper hand. Only a dozen of the defeated Jin soldiers escaped, and the remaining forty-odd Ming soldiers chased them closely.

Retracting his gaze, Chen Ran turned around and instructed, "Cross the river, the Beijing camp will continue to be the vanguard."

He pointed at the ruffians who had fled back and said, "If anyone deserts the battlefield, all flag commanders and above will be beheaded, and one out of ten soldiers will be handpicked."

The truly well-trained army stepped onto the pontoon bridge in silence, their eyes sweeping over the unfortunate people on the river bank who were pulled out and howling like ghosts, and were marching in rows.

The scoundrels who used to bully the weak and fear the strong in the capital were now crying like dead dogs.

Occasionally there were a few people who shouted, "I'll be a brave man again in 18 years," but the executioners would cut them with the same knife, and the result would be the same.

When bullying unarmed civilians, the scoundrels are indeed arrogant and domineering.

But in front of a truly violent military organization, all they can do is shout "eighteen years later" before they die.

Eliminating the middle-level officers of the three camps will help to place one's own people in charge of the troops.

There is no need to say much about this kind of thing, just do it quietly.

Looking at the vast land on the other side of the river, Chen Ran showed impatience, "Huang Taiji, come on."

Shenyang City, Imperial Palace.

"Great Khan." Yuetuo, who was highly respected, was still making his last effort. "We have already decided to defend the city, why do we need to send troops?"

"Because it's Chen Ran who's here." Huang Taiji simply said, "The Great Jin has never won a battle with him."

"But" Yuetuo was stunned for a moment, "The Fourteenth Prince has already sent out troops for a long time."

"The actions of Morgendaiqing (Dorgon) cannot be concealed." Huang Taiji simply said, "I can fool others, but I can't fool him."

"Great Khan." Yuetuo hesitated for a moment, then spoke the truth honestly, "We have never defeated him in a field battle, and if we go to a field battle again, something bad might happen."

"I am Tiancong Khan!"

After a moment of silence, Huang Taiji, full of majesty, stood up and swept his sharp eyes over the many important officials of the Eight Banners below. "My Great Jin was founded on the courage to fight. When did it fall to the point where we have to rely on defending the city to survive? I would rather die standing than live in disgrace!"

"The Khan! The Khan!! The Khan!!!"

The crowd was excited and shouted loudly, especially the younger generation such as Hauge, Oboi, Suksaha, etc., who responded to the Khan's bravery with boiling blood.

"Send troops." Huang Taiji, who was holding back the heat in his nostrils, waved his hand majestically, "Wait for them at the bank of the Hun River!"

Since the establishment of the Later Jin Dynasty, it has fought numerous battles with the Ming army.

The most tragic of these was the famous Battle of Hunhe River.

The battle ten years ago was the most difficult battle for the Later Jin Dynasty, with tens of thousands of casualties.

If the White Spear Soldiers and the Zhejiang Soldiers had not been at odds with each other and watched each other lose, and if the Liaozhen had not followed the traditional tactic of advancing in front of the enemy, the Later Jin might have been destroyed.

Huang Taiji had no choice but to set the battlefield at Hunhe River. On the one hand, he had the advantage of attacking the enemy halfway across the river.

On the other hand, the hard-fought victory ten years ago was used to boost morale.

We won despite the difficulty back then, so we can win this time too!

The distance between Liaohe River and Hunhe River is not that far.

Two days later, the vanguard of the Beijing camp arrived at the bank of the Hun River.

On the other side of the river were endless Eight Banners soldiers. They hadn’t even dismantled the floating bridge over the Hunhe River, and it was obvious that they were going to attack you halfway across the river.

Zhang Zhiji had collapsed. He wiped his tears and begged his son-in-law not to let him be the vanguard anymore.

Before, dozens of Tartar cavalry were enough to scare away his two thousand troops, but now there are more than tens of thousands of them on the other side of the river!
"Don't worry, wait until everyone is gathered before crossing the river."

Chen Ran clasped his hands and looked towards the other side. "That's good. We are avenging the Sichuan and Zhejiang troops from ten years ago."

After several days, follow-up troops arrived one after another.

"Marshal." The heroic woman Qin Liangyu came to Chen Ran and said, "Please order us to cross the river first!"

Qin Liangyu's eyes were red, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Please help me, Marshal!"

In the bloody battle of Hunhe River ten years ago, three thousand White Spear Soldiers were wiped out, and her two brothers, Qin Bangping and Qin Banghan, both died on the other side of the river.

When the news reached Shizhu, almost every family was in mourning. After ten years, they finally had the chance to take revenge.

Chen Ran nodded repeatedly, "In that case, I'll leave it to you, Madam."

After these words were spoken, Liu Xingzhi and others all breathed a sigh of relief.

They were all afraid that Chen Ran would use them as cannon fodder and throw them to the other side, which would mean they would be dead.

April 27, the fourth year of Chongzhen, at 3:30 pm.

More than 4,000 white-flag soldiers stepped onto the pontoon bridge amid the sound of drums.

Just like ten years ago, they crossed the river without hesitation.

What was different from ten years ago was that this time they had support from friendly forces.

As soon as the White Spear Soldiers crossed the river, Huang Taiji began to mobilize his troops to launch an attack.

"Father Khan." Haoge rode over, his face full of confusion, "Only a few thousand Ming troops have arrived."

If we attack them when they are halfway across the river, we should at least kill one-third of them. It's a waste to start attacking them when they have only arrived a few thousand of them.

"Those are the White-Pole Soldiers!" Huang Taiji, with a solemn expression, stretched out his whip and pointed at the distant river bank, "White-Pole Soldiers from Sichuan!"

He had participated in the great battle ten years ago and had a deep understanding of how tenacious the White Spear Soldiers were.

If they really managed to hold their ground, and the Ming army continued to come from behind, then this battle would be a disaster.
"Let Abatai move!"

After crossing the river, Qin Liangyu mobilized soldiers from her hometown to form a battle array to protect the pontoon bridge.

Although he believed Chen Ran, he couldn't help but turn around and look behind him.

"Even if there are no follow-up reinforcements, the Sichuan soldiers will definitely fight to the death like they did ten years ago!"

What came into view was a large group of musketeers running quickly across the pontoon bridge with new muskets in their arms.

Qin Liangyu immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

She knew that these were the elite troops under the command of Marshal Chen.

Retracting her gaze, Qin Liangyu looked at the Jin soldiers in the distance who had already assembled and were charging at an accelerated speed, and shouted loudly, "My men, fight to the death!"

"Roar~~~"

"Great Khan." Abatai, whose clothes and armor were soaked with sweat, rode his horse to Huang Taiji and saluted. "I really can't rush forward anymore."

"We have to charge even if we can't." Huang Taiji stared at him with a cold expression. "If we don't block the bridge, everything will be over."

"I know!" Abatai was obviously also angry. He would not dare to talk to Huang Taiji like this in the past. "Those Sichuan soldiers are not to be feared! They will fight us stubbornly and will not retreat even if they die. And those Ming army's muskets can shoot accurately and far."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Huang Taiji simply interrupted and said, "All the Khorchin cavalry are for you. The Plain Yellow Banner and the Bordered Red Banner each have ten Niulu, all for you. I don't care about anything else, I just want you to break their formation!"

This time it’s a disaster that will destroy the country!
The Later Jin had no choice but to simply sweep the ground and become soldiers.

From fourteen to sixty, all were drafted to go to the battlefield, almost all the men were mobilized.

Abatai, who temporarily took over the Bordered Blue Banner, had more than ten thousand troops under his command.

However, its combat effectiveness is far less than the previous three draws and one.

Abatai was silent for a while, then bowed deeply and said, "I'm going."

"Tell Marshal Chen." Qin Liangyu responded to Shang Kexi who was ordered to come to relieve the guard, "This is Hunhe River. Sichuan soldiers can only move forward and never retreat!"

Shang Kexi's repeated attempts to persuade them failed, so he had no choice but to line up his troops behind the Sichuan Army.

Abatai took it seriously. He led the Bordered Blue Banner and Khorchin cavalry, and braved the sharp hail of bullets from both wings and slammed into the long spear formation of the Sichuan soldiers.

The cavalry attacked the spear formation and suffered heavy losses, with the first few rows almost perishing together with the Sichuan Army.

Those behind caught up, but they had no distance to charge and could only engage in close combat.

The Sichuan soldiers fought to the death, and the Jin soldiers also knew the importance of this battle, as Shenyang City was behind them! They also fought to the death.

The battles were all fought around the pontoon bridge. The battlefield area was so small that Huang Taiji had many soldiers but could not deploy them to the battlefield because there were people everywhere.

There's no way around it. After all, this isn't a world like 'millions of troops besieging a village' where one doesn't have to worry about the geographical environment.

"Damn Mongols!" Abatai saw many Khorchin cavalry running away and immediately started cursing.

The Mongolian tribe had not fought such a brutal battle for hundreds of years. It was like a meat grinder, with people rushing into the formation falling down in large numbers.

How could they possibly sacrifice their lives for the Great Jin?
The battlefield was filled with smoke. More and more Ming army musketeers kept firing, and the pungent smoke almost covered the entire battlefield.

"Warriors!" Abatai, covered in blood, screamed at the top of his lungs, "Follow me~~~Whoever gets on the floating bridge first will be Baturu!"

After countless casualties, they finally broke through the Sichuan soldiers' spear formation.

Before Abatai could breathe a sigh of relief, rows and rows of Ming army soldiers surged towards him like waves, making him completely despair.

There are too many Ming troops, really too many!

In the past, they were not afraid of the large-scale Ming army because they would collapse at the first touch. When chasing and killing them, they were naturally not afraid of having more troops than them, and some even thought they were too few.

But the Ming army in front of them all rushed over like crazy to fight to the death. At this time, even one more person would be too much!

"Bang, bang, bang~~~"

After a burst of intensive gunfire, Abatai's strong body swayed on the horse's back and then fell off.

(End of this chapter)