All Heavens and Worlds Modified History System

Chapter 63: Ten years of revenge was avenged in one day!

"Abai Beile rushed in!"

"Tang Gudai Beile died in battle!"

"Bab Taibeel is missing."

"The Mongols of the Ula tribe have escaped~~~"

"Obataiji of the Khorchin tribe asks the Khan to send troops to support~~~"

Huang Taiji, with a calm expression, looked up at the sky.

It was already afternoon, and the battle of Hunhe River had lasted for several hours.

"The Mongolians are always the first to collapse." Looking at more and more Mongolian cavalry fleeing hastily to the west, Huang Taiji smiled with the corners of his mouth raised.

Aobai and others on the side were puzzled, but no one dared to ask.

"We can't finish the battle today." Looking up at the sky again, Huang Taiji concluded that there would be no night battle.

Even now, the number of Ming troops who have successfully crossed the Hunhe pontoon bridge is only 20,000 to 30,000.

Gaining a foothold was no longer a problem, but the traffic capacity of the pontoon bridge blocked the large-scale deployment of the Ming army, and Huang Taiji could easily leave the battlefield and return to Shenyang City.

After all, the Ming troops who crossed the river were all spearmen, armored soldiers, and musketeers, and there were very few cavalrymen.

"Cavalry." Huang Taiji looked towards the shimmering Hun River. "We have deployed troops within a hundred miles upstream and downstream. I don't believe your cavalry can make it."

He knew very well that Marshal Chen on the other side of the river was not like the Ming Dynasty civil and military officials he had encountered before, who lacked strategic vision and brains.

People were deployed early to block all the ferry crossings and patrol back and forth to prevent the Ming army from secretly crossing the river.

"We'll fight another day tomorrow." Looking at the endless battle, Huang Taiji instructed, "Suksaha, you lead the two yellow flags and twenty Niulu, and the red flag and ten Niulu, and charge again, disrupt their formation as much as possible, and kill as many as possible."

"Cha~~~"

"Today we just need to block them and prevent the Ming army from coming over."

Huang Taiji's plan was simple: "Use the floating bridge terrain to kill as many Ming troops as possible and undermine their morale."

The Ming army was like this all the time. As long as all the elite troops who dared to fight were killed, no matter how many people were left, it would be useless. They would all turn around and run away, showing their backs, and be easily slaughtered like lambs.

Suksaha rushed into the battlefield with fresh troops, replacing Hauge who had been fighting for a long time.

However, what they were facing at this time were no longer the Sichuan soldiers, but the troops that Chen Ran had taken away from Jizhen.

The large number of machines obtained through Johann Adam Schall von Bell's connections did play an important role.

Those primitive lathes, punch presses, and forging equipment powered by animal and water power not only forged muskets and cannons, but also forged sturdier armor.

Especially the large pieces of armor.

Two breastplates covering half of the body, connected together with cowhide ropes, form a half-body breastplate.

At this time, the Ming army in front of Suksaha were almost all wearing this kind of half-body armor, which looked simple but actually had great defensive power.

They were arranged in neat rows, holding various long weapons, shouting and moving forward step by step, expanding the scope of the battlefield at the pontoon ferry.

"Go in, go in!"

Suksaha, wearing triple armor, shouted loudly and led the team to charge.

Facing the guns of countless musketeers on both wings, a large number of Jin soldiers just charged towards the army formation.

It was still the same old routine, a large-scale charge, throwing heavy arrows and flying axes when they were about 10 to 20 steps away, and then charging on horseback.

This desperate attack puts tremendous psychological pressure on the defenders.

After all, the soldiers in the front rows were almost doomed to die.

At this time, Suksaha's first round of attack directly destroyed hundreds of Ming troops in the front row.

Without strict training and military discipline, the remaining Ming troops would usually be frightened and flee, and then it would be an easy journey for the Jin soldiers to chase them on horseback and reap their lives.

However, the soldiers under Chen Ran held on.

When all the people in the front row died, the people in the back row pushed forward. When all of them died again, there were still people behind them. They just kept rushing forward with spears and stabbing, fighting to the death.

What the cavalrymen fear most is this kind of fight to the death.

They were blocked and unable to rush in, with muskets shooting from both wings and a fierce fight in the middle.

Suksaha could only grit his teeth and lead his team to create some distance before charging again.

This cycle continued over and over again, with each round of charge resulting in massive losses of troops.

As time passed, a red glow gradually appeared in the distant sky.

Chen Ran on the river bank retracted his gaze, frowned and said to himself, "Hasn't he come yet?"

"General." Shang Kexi, who knew the situation well, rode over on horseback. "It's past the agreed time."

"Calm down, don't be so nervous."

Chen Ran, who was on horseback, put his hands on his hips and smiled, "In the era without mobile phones, missing deadlines was normal."

"Hand, cell phone?"

"Just ignore what I said." Chen Ran waved his hand. "We still have to do what we need to do. Let's get started."

The main force of the Ming army began to move, and countless small boats and rafts were pushed into the water.

A large number of Ming troops rode these small river-ferrying tools and forced their way across the river from the river banks that stretched for more than ten miles on both sides of the pontoon bridge.

The Jin soldiers on the opposite side had to dispatch a large number of troops to block the melee.

The news that the Ming army suddenly launched a full-scale attack made Huang Taiji alert.

"This is unreasonable. Forcing the river across at this time is meaningless except for dispersing my troops. Why should I disperse my troops?" An indescribable sense of vigilance surged in Huang Taiji's heart.

His nostrils felt hot again and his right eyelid twitched uncontrollably.

"There is definitely a problem!" Huang Taiji, who has always been able to control the situation, now couldn't figure out what Chen Ran's backup plan was.

"If a large number of cavalry appeared from the flank at this time, it would definitely be the most threatening. But his cavalry can't come over."

"Great Khan!" Aobai's urgent call woke up Huang Taiji. "The Ming army's cavalry, their cavalry is coming from the south!"

"This is impossible?!"

Huang Taiji's slightly fat body shook. "Impossible. There are people arranged in places where people can cross the river. How did they get here?"

No one responded to his words because no one knew.

But the black mass of Ming cavalry in the south was indeed gradually approaching.

Huang Taiji, with a pale face and bloody nose, looked at the other side of the river and asked, "How did you do it?"

"Of course I came across the sea."

Chen Ran, who was standing on the river bank, finally smiled as he looked at the cavalry group coming in large numbers from the south on the opposite bank. "The Tartars despise the sea. Even though more than 10,000 people were swept away last time, they still regard the sea as a restricted area. They have no idea of ​​the importance of the sea. Even Huang Taiji doesn't understand."

"If the enemy doesn't understand or can't use it, then of course we have to use it!"

The main cavalry force of the Ming army included the 7,000 cavalry raised by Chen Ran, the more than 14,000 Liaodong cavalry assembled in Liaozhen, the more than 3,000 cavalry of Cao Wenzhao's uncle and nephew, and the more than 6,000 Jizhen cavalry led by Zhao Lushi himself.

They took boats in batches from Niangniang Palace into Sancha River and headed north to the battlefield.

Tens of thousands of Ming cavalrymen landed ashore to rest hundreds of miles away from the battlefield, and assembled and set off at the agreed time.

In order to avoid being discovered too early and to eliminate the Tatar troops along the way, they were nearly an hour later than the agreed time.

But it's enough.

"Huang Taiji has no reserve troops." Chen Ran remembered what a certain military strategist said, "When fighting, you must have enough reserve troops in your hands to deal with any possible emergencies."

The opposite side actually did have a reserve force, but its quantity and quality were not enough to resist the crushing of tens of thousands of Ming cavalry.

There were not many Mongolians who responded to the invitation, and many of them had left before.

The continuous attacks on the pontoon bridge formation and the response to the Ming army's full-scale crossing of the river greatly damaged and dispersed the Later Jin's forces.

Huang Taiji, who had enough judgment on the battle situation, raised his hand to cover his bleeding nose and said with difficulty, "Haoge, the cavalry of the two yellow flags and the people of the Khorchin tribe are all at your disposal. Charge back and make sure to stop the cavalry of the Ming army. Hold on until dark and leave. Remember!"

"I know. Take care, father."

"Aobai." Before leaving, Hauge solemnly told the young Baturu to "send your father Khan back to the city."

"twitter!"

The scale of the battlefield expanded rapidly, and the degree of cruelty increased sharply.

The Jin soldiers in the rear army began to retreat towards Shenyang City, while a desperate fight continued in the front.

Huang Taiji was not in a hurry to leave. He stayed where he was to maintain the morale of the troops.

"Hold on, you must hold on! If you can hold on until dark, you can go back."

When the main force was fighting the decisive battle, it encountered a flank attack from a powerful mobile force. It was already hopeless and the only thing it could do was to minimize the losses.

Huang Taiji saw that on the floating bridge battlefield covered by endless smoke, the flag of Suksaha, who had been running back and forth many times, had disappeared without a trace.

A large number of defeated soldiers fled in panic, and countless Ming army soldiers attacked like a tide.

With the cooperation of the fearless soldiers and the powerful firearms, the Jiannu were no longer able to suppress them.

"It's over."

Huang Taiji knew very well that if one front was broken on a multilateral battlefield, it would trigger a horrific chain reaction with disastrous consequences.

In the past, it was the Ming army on the opposite side that had bad luck, but now it was their turn.

The blood from his nose gushed out like a spring. Before he fell into coma, Huang Taiji only heard the terrified shouts of Oboi and others.

Ten years later, the Second Battle of Hunhe ended with the disastrous defeat of the Jiannu.

The Ming army successfully took revenge and rebuilt the last main army of the Qing army.

Almost all the Mongolian tribes who had been dependent on the Jiannu in the past fled and headed westward to the vast grasslands, never to return.

The Eight Banners headquarters suffered countless losses, and it was impossible to fully count them at the moment.

Under the cover of night, in the temporary camp on the other side of the Hunhe River, countless torches flickered in the night wind, lighting up the dim night.

“Is this Abatai?”

"It is Abatai, the son of the old slave."

Looking at Abatai with several bullet holes on his body, Chen Ran shook his head and laughed, then turned to look at another corpse lying on the ground, "Is this Haoge?"

"It is Haoge, the son of the Nu chieftain."

"this is"

Chen Ran went to see the high-ranking generals of the Nu chieftainship who had died in the battle, and there were more than a hundred of them.

These were the real middle-level core forces of the Jiannu. This battle truly broke the backbone of the Jiannu, and they could never stand up again.

There was a blazing fire in the distance and faint sounds of crying could be heard.

Walking over, the Sichuan soldiers dressed in mourning were paying tribute to the White Spear Soldiers who died here ten years ago.

Batch after batch of Tatar captives were dragged over and became sacrifices for the memorial service.

After watching for a while, Chen Ran turned around and told Zhu Laitong, who was from Jizhen, "Get ready, we will also worship."

Zhu Laitong looked puzzled and asked, "Who are we worshipping?"

"Zhejiang soldiers."

"Qi's Army!"

(End of this chapter)