Ming Dynasty: My Father Zhang Juzheng

Chapter 130 Massacre!

The next morning, the weather was good with a gentle breeze.

The grass and trees beside the city of Hetuala swayed in the wind, as if some kind of ritual was being performed.

On the slope outside the city, thousands of elite cavalrymen reined in their horses and stood on the hillside, staring at the small fortress ahead.

Suddenly, the wooden door opened with a sound, and then a team of hundreds of soldiers walked out.

The one leading the way was Shuerhaci.

He walked out of the city gate, raised his hands high and signaled to the Ming army.

Then he led his troops forward step by step, stepping on the fine grass covered with frost, towards the Ming army camp.

"Chief, my eyelids have been twitching. Something is wrong." A small leader glanced at the neatly-dressed Ming army in front of him and couldn't help but remind them carefully.

"This is the only solution. It's better to be their cannon fodder than to break off relations with them now." Shulhazi shook his head but kept walking.

"That's not what I'm talking about."

"What is that?" Shulhazi asked coldly.

"These...these guys never thought of giving us a chance to live from the beginning." The little leader's teeth trembled, as if squeezing out these words from the depths of his soul.

Shuerhazi shuddered, paused, looked up at the Ming army some distance away, then looked back at his people, and shook his head repeatedly: "No way, no way, we are much more useful alive than dead."

"The Li family father and son are still counting on us to be cannon fodder."

"Chief, all the tribesmen around our city have been slaughtered. It seems that the Ming army is serious this time."

"So what? Now that things have come to this, can we still go back and hold the city?"

Shuerhaci glared at his tribesmen and quickened his pace.

After walking on the grass for about a mile, they were now only four miles away from the Ming army.

Before Shulhazi could breathe a sigh of relief, the ground in front of him suddenly shook.

Immediately afterwards, strong winds blew up, and grass roots and rocks were carried into the air, forming a small tornado.

In the tornado, the Ming cavalry, holding steel knives, looked ferocious and charged towards them with roars and howls.

"Kill, leave no one alive after taking over the city!"

"Kill the barbarians, rob food, rob money, and rob women."

"Kill."

In just a few breaths, the cavalry had galloped forward hundreds of meters.

Shuerhazi was stunned and stood there in a daze. His bloodshot eyes were filled with disbelief. He couldn't help but mutter, "Impossible, impossible. Li Rusong promised me that he would let us go as long as we surrender."

"No way, no way."

"Chief, don't think it's impossible. We have been deceived by the Ming dogs. Brothers, we will fight them to the death. Even if we die, we will take the Ming dogs with us!" Someone shouted, and the anger in the Jurchen team was completely ignited.

They are barbarians who only believe that whoever has the bigger fist has the truth.

As the saying goes, "If something accumulates for a long time, it will eventually explode."

The anger they had felt for being bullied by the Ming army for so many years was aroused at this moment. They raised their swords high, their faces grim, and resolutely took the initiative to meet the cavalry's charge.

"boom"

The cavalry in the front collided with the crowd without any pause. The high-speed galloping horses with sabers broke through the armor and clothes, and swept through the enemy's bodies like cutting vegetables and melons.

"what!"

Screams were heard one after another.

The sabers were stained with watermelon-red juice, and the Jiannu fell to the ground one by one, with the war horses behind them trampling on them.

The sound of breaking bones, mixed with a roar from the depths of the soul, came out.

In just one charge, more than 500 people were killed. Shuerhaqi's eyes were bloodshot, and he waved his arms and shouted: "Misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding. I want to see your General Li, I want to see General Li."

"Misunderstood your mother's legs!"

An angry roar was heard, and Shuerhazi felt a chill on his neck, and then he saw his body gradually falling down.

His flying head was filled with disbelief in his blood-red pupils.

"leader!"

Several Jurchens howled in pain and then became extremely angry.

A team of cavalrymen saw this, smiled coldly, turned their horses' heads, squeezed their legs against the horses' bellies, and charged straight at the few lone Jurchens.

Several people clenched their steel knives and rushed forward with roars.

As the knife passed, heads flew everywhere.

The blood-red liquid splashed onto the dome, covering the tender green grass with a layer of red gauze.

This was a one-sided massacre.

The battle lasted only a quarter of an hour, and ended with the fall of the last Jiannu soldier.

The Ming army trampled on the corpses on the ground and broke into the city of Hetuala.

At this moment, the city is like a naked, beautiful woman.

"Don't stop the sword before sunset!"

The deputy general in charge of leading the team took the lead, raising his arms and shouting loudly. The blood of the soldiers behind him boiled and poured into the houses on both sides like mercury pouring out of the ground.

Soon, screams, roars, and curses rang out throughout the city. Li Kui personally led a group of troops and occupied a wine and meat shop on the street.

When the boss Baturu saw the man coming, he picked up his steel knife and chopped at him fiercely.

Li Kui drew out his long sword and blocked it in front of him, only to hear a "clang" sound.

Li Kui's face flushed and he felt a huge force on his arm.

Baturu gritted his teeth, held the knife with both hands and pressed down hard, and Li Kui's body bent down like a spring. The sergeant next to Li Kui saw it and immediately swung his knife forward to chop, but Baturu drew his knife to block it.

After the sound of the collision, Baturu took a step back, and Li Kui also got a breath. He covered his chest and shouted in a deep voice: "I said, if I eat your wine and meat, one piece of meat will be exchanged for one of your lives."

"I don't need it!" Baturu glared with his eyes wide open, cursing, "You greedy Han dogs, sooner or later, you will be bullied by others."

"The strong prey on the weak, this is how the world has always been." Li Kui responded expressionlessly, "Not to mention humans, even tall and ferocious dogs can grab the biggest pieces when fighting for food."

"My fist is bigger than yours, so what I say is right."

"You. You will be punished." Baturu cried out in pain.

"Hehe. Even if I am punished, I will die later than you. If you put down the knife now and follow me obediently, I can still save your life. Otherwise, today's Hetuala will be your grave."

A trace of struggle flashed across Baturu's face when he heard the voice.

Li Kui continued to persuade them to surrender, saying, "You are different from them. We Han people have an old saying, 'He who knows the current situation is a hero.' You are just a commoner in Jianzhou Wei. What does the rise and fall of the Wei have to do with you?"

"Come with me to the Handi, I promise you'll live more comfortably than you do here."

"Then tell those beasts outside to stop first." Baturu cursed with gritted teeth.

"You know, I can't make this decision." Li Kui shook his head repeatedly.

Now these soldiers are blood-thirsty. Not to mention him, even if Li Rusong came, he might not be able to stop them.

After a moment of silence, Baturu looked up at Li Kui and asked in a hoarse voice, "I want to know, why?"

"What why?"

"Why are you slaughtering my people?"

Hearing this, Li Kui looked around, and the soldiers around him also laughed.

Shaking his head, Li Kui looked at Baturu as if he were a fool and said, "When you, Jianzhou Zuowei, annexed Jianzhou Youwei, why didn't you ask why?"

"Why, you are allowed to annex other people's land, but others are not allowed to attack you? What the hell is this logic?"

Baturu's face was filled with shame and he didn't know how to refute.

"If you really want to know, then you can only blame yourself for being too weak. Being weak is a sin!" Li Kui slammed the table, and his voice rose several degrees again, shouting, "I've given you a chance. Now I'll count to three. If you put down the steel knife, I'll spare your life."

"three."

"two."

The shout, like a death warrant, mixed with the screams of his companions, reached Baturu's ears.

He dropped his weapon with a clang, squatted on the ground, and sobbed, covering his cheeks with his hands.

Li Kui let out a long sigh.

Originally he didn't want to get involved in these things, but he thought that saving one person could offset the sin of killing one person.

"Amitabha." He clasped his hands together and shouted in a clear voice, then sat on the stool and let the killing continue.

The massacre continued into the evening.

The blood-red sunset cast its afterglow, making the blood and flames on the ground look even more bizarre. In order to prevent any fish from slipping through the net, the deputy general in charge of this battle set off a huge fire.

In an instant, the entire city became a sea of ​​flames.

A burnt smell drifted out with the north wind.

The soldiers present seemed to be accustomed to it. They just glanced back at the city, and rode away with prey hanging on both sides of their horses.

Two days later.

The garrison office of Fushun City.

Li Rusong was seen sitting in the main seat, with Zhang Yunxiu and Li Rubai sitting on both sides.

After taking a sip of tea, Li Rusong picked up a battle report and read it with a smile: "On the second day of April in the twelfth year of Wanli, the Jianzhou Guard ignored the imperial power and killed two scouts from Fushun City.

On the sixth day of April, Li Rusong, the Lieutenant General of Liaodong, led his army to attack. The Jianzhou Guards refused to submit to the king and held the city to the death. The Liaodong soldiers bravely led the charge and the city was broken in three days, with 3,000 heads cut off.

"Good." Zhang Yunxiu smiled and clapped his hands after hearing this. "General Li is a master strategist, and his soldiers are brave and good at fighting. This time, beheading 3,000 barbarians is really a great achievement."

Li Rusong smiled and waved his hands, saying modestly: "It is all because of the desperate fighting of my brothers that I have gained some credit. It is nothing, nothing at all."

"General Li is too modest. When we return, we will definitely tell the emperor about his bravery."

"Then we would like to thank Zhang Sicheng."

Li Rusong said this and waved his hand. The servant understood and turned away. After a while, he took out two half-meter-high golden bird cages.

On each of the horizontal bars inside stood a handsome eagle.

"This is the sacred eagle of Liaodong, called the Haidongqing, the king of all eagles. Zhang Sicheng, take it back as a tribute to the emperor."

Zhang Yunxiu glanced at the two eagles and saw that they were both huge in size, with brightly colored feathers, claws like sharp blades, and a pair of yellow-brown eyes full of unruly behavior.

I couldn't help but praise: "It is indeed the best eagle. This quality is really rare."

"If Zhang Sicheng likes it, I'll send someone to catch one for you in a few days." Li Rusong looked calm and indifferent, but suddenly changed the subject and got down to business: "I'm not complaining, Liaodong is indeed a bitter and cold place."

"Although we have captured Jianzhou Guard in this battle, we still suffered a lot of casualties."

Zhang Yunxiu knew that he wanted money, so he immediately patted his chest and promised: "General Li, don't worry, we will solve this matter as soon as possible after we return.

In the future, when shipping is of a certain scale, large ships will go directly from Bohai Sea to Liaozhou Bay, and it will be much easier for you to deal with military supplies in Liaodong."

Bohai Sea reaches Dengzhou and Laizhou in the south, Hebei in the west, and Liaodong in the east. Such convenient sea transportation will be beneficial to Liaodong as long as the navy of Ming Dynasty develops.
"Then let me thank the emperor and Zhang Sicheng in advance." Li Rusong clasped his fists and said jokingly.

"Thank you very much. Liaodong is located in a remote area. If it weren't for the general's soldiers who work tirelessly, there would be no peace in the capital." Zhang Yunxiu waved his hand and said, "The safety of this corner of the northeast depends entirely on the general and his son."

Li Rusong and Li Rubai looked at each other and said together: "As long as the emperor trusts us and the court trusts us, we will stay here and keep an eye on this northeastern gate for the court!"

Zhang Yunxiu nodded and smiled, then took Han San out of Fushun City.

(End of this chapter)