"Mas … Master … That … That is …"
Otomo Yoshinori's personal bodyguard was so shocked that he couldn't even speak properly.
Otomo Yoshinori was so shocked and terrified that he couldn't give any orders. However, Li Rusong gave an order with great familiarity – Mounted Archery!
Under Nurhaci's training, the Jurchen cavaliers were just as skilled in mounted archery as the Mongolian cavaliers. With Li Rusong's order, Nurhaci took the lead to draw his bow and shoot an arrow diagonally upwards. The Jurchen cavaliers also started firing.
A wave of arrows shot upwards and then fell rapidly, landing steadily in the Japanese army formation. The Japanese army was thrown into a mess by this wave of arrows, but it was also because of this that they were able to counterattack without any orders.
A few cannons started shooting. Their luck was pretty good and they managed to kill a few Jurchen Cavalry. However, at this moment, the Jurchen Cavalry had already arrived in front of them.
As the saying goes, before the fire is used, the blade is already at the neck.
Without the protection of a complete formation, the massacre of the Jurchen Cavalry against the infantry began.
Li Rusong took the lead and rushed to the front. He immediately saw the Japanese man with a blank expression on his horse. His intuition told him that this was a military officer. The Japanese around him didn't have horses, but he had one. This meant that he was definitely a military officer. Thus, he swung his blade at this person. Otomo Yoshinori just stood there in a daze. He was lucky enough to avoid the rain of arrows just now, but this time, he couldn't avoid it anymore.
In his eyes, there was only a ferocious expression on Li Rusong's face as he charged over with his shiny blade.
A cold light flashed, and immediately, there was only a headless corpse. After a while, the headless corpse spat out a large amount of blood and fell to the ground, dead.
Great General Li loved to charge in with light troops. He would charge at the front to boost morale, and that was why there were so many typical battles where he won with fewer troops.
The Jurchen cavalry completely broke into the Japanese formation, causing the Japanese soldiers to wail and scream as they fled in panic. Occasionally, a few people would be able to counterattack, but with a few sparse gunshots, the lucky ones would be able to kill a Jurchen cavalryman, while the unlucky ones wouldn't even be able to raise their spears before their heads were cut off. The Jurchen cavalry had a lot of people to begin with, and the cavalry under Commander Otomo's command was small to begin with, so they were quickly cleaned up.
In the end, the hundred-some cannoneers unleashed their last will to live in the face of certain death. They formed a circular formation and fired a volley, killing some of the Jurchen cavalry. Soon after, their heads were cut off by the swarming cavalry, and they were all killed.
The battle lasted for only ten minutes, and all of Otomo Yakuza's troops were killed. Li Rusong reluctantly put away his sword. He looked at the corpses all over the ground and counted them. He felt that there were far less than five thousand. Could it be that some Japanese pirates had already escaped? He sent people to continue in this direction to search for the enemy, while he stayed behind to clean up the battlefield and harvest the heads — these heads could be exchanged for money. This was what Xiao Ruxun had said himself.
Nurhachi, on the other hand, looked at the eighty or so cavalrymen who had died and felt a little distressed — these were the best warriors under his command. Losing even one of them made his heart ache for a long time. What would he do if he really lost too many of his trusted subordinates?
Nurhachi's mood was very depressed. [0↑ 9 △ Small ↓ Say △ Net]
Zong Yizhi, on the other hand, was in complete despair. His heart was like dead ashes, and he was trapped in the last inner city of Pyongyang, fighting like a cornered beast. The war broke out very suddenly, and it had only been six hours since then. As soon as the war began, the Japanese completely lost the command system, and the command system completely failed.
President Xiaoxi said that he was going to welcome the Daming Angel, but he disappeared. He did not follow President Xiaoxi to welcome the angel, which became the reason why he was lucky enough to escape. Because of the pain in his stomach, he stayed in the inner city to recuperate. As a result, when the rumbling of the cannons sounded, he realized that the situation was not good.
He dragged his sick body out of the house step by step, ready to command the battle. When he arrived at the command center, he found that the generals of all levels could not be contacted at all. The troops of the various departments had been completely scattered by the troops of the Ming Army. No one could contact each other, and they could only fight on their own. The situation was very critical. Zong Yizhi made a prompt decision to go to Peony Peak to take over the command and try to turn the tide. As a result, an earth-shattering artillery barrage on the top of Peony Peak blew Zong Yizhi out of his mind.
After the smoke dispersed, Zong Yizhi looked at the top of Peony Peak and found in despair that the flag of the Ming Army had been planted there.
When he went to the top of the city wall and looked around, there was smoke everywhere, and the sound of artillery and muskets could be heard everywhere. The soldiers around him were panic-stricken, and people kept coming to report where they had fallen, where people had died in battle, and where the Ming Army had broken in. In less than four hours, four-fifths of the urban area of Pyongyang had fallen. The main troops of the Ming Army slowly gathered and pressed toward their last position, the inner city of Pyongyang.
President Xiaoxi's brothers, Xiaoxi and Qilang, ran to Zong Yizhi's side in a panic and asked repeatedly what they should do now. What they got in return was Zong Yizhi's desperate and bitter laughter.
"What should we do? What else can we do? We were destined to lose this battle from the beginning. What can we do now? "
Xiaoxi and Qilang did not want to die either. They hurriedly said, "We can break through from the east side of the city! I heard that there is no Ming Army outside the east side of the city! We have to break through as soon as possible! "
"There is no Ming Army … Hehehe … Even if there is, he won't let you see it. Encirclement is the basic knowledge of the Chinese Art of War. Xiaoxi, haven't you read these military books? He will definitely ambush an army outside the east gate. If we leave the city, we will lose our last reliance. We will die even more miserably. Don't you know that? "
Zong Yizhi covered his face.
"But here, we will also die!!"
Xiaoxi and Qilang had already fallen into madness, shouting madly.
"Yes! We will all die! We were destined to die from the beginning!! "Zong Yizhi suddenly shouted," I shouldn't have come here. I shouldn't have come to Korea!! The president must be dead! Since the commander-in-chief is dead, even if we escape back, what do you think Yukito and Kato will ask of us? They will kick us when we are down and step on us, completely defeating us! If we don't die in battle here, we will go back and die in humiliation! We won't even be able to commit suicide! "
Zong Yizhi's angry shout stunned Xiaoxi and Qilang. After a while, Xiaoxi and Qilang took a few steps back and fell to the ground. Then, they lay on the ground and cried.
"I don't want to die … I don't want to die … I want to go home …"
Zong Yizhi stood up and looked pitifully at Xiaoxi and Qilang, who were lying on the ground. Then, he smiled bitterly at the smoke-filled city of Pyongyang, as well as the shouts and gunfire of the Ming Army that were getting closer. He slowly pulled out the exquisite short knife from his waist.
"I am the owner of Tsushima Island. I am a Daimyo. I must not be captured. I have decided to commit suicide to protect my reputation. This way, at least I can protect the lives of my family. Qilang, I will leave first."
Zong Yizhi untied his clothes and slowly raised the short knife with his trembling hand.
Xiaoxi and Qilang slowly curled up their bodies and blocked their ears with their hands. They did not listen to any sound or look at anything. When the deafening sound could no longer be stopped, they trembled and crawled to the side of Zong Yizhi, who had already lost his breath. They pulled out Zong Yizhi's knife and placed it across their necks.
Smiling miserably, Xiaoxi and Qilang slashed the knife across their necks. Their bodies slowly fell down and twitched a few times. Blood gradually stained the ground beneath them.
Then, extremely fierce gunfire covered the place.
Pyongyang was destroyed.
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