Zhou Qingfeng gave the order to blow the horn to attack.
While the battles on the east and west sides were getting more intense, the Kennu did not have the time to care about the enemies on the other sides. The combat engineers approached from the north and south sides, taking the risk to blow up the buildings in the village. There were even some combat engineers who saw too many of their comrades being sacrificed on the front line, and in a moment of panic, they grabbed the explosive bags and threw them at the Kennu troops at close range.
A few kilograms of explosives could not be thrown far, but it had a radius of more than ten meters, causing great damage to the person who threw it. But the explosive was much more powerful than the grenades, the violent explosion caused the morale of the Kennu troops to collapse, and they were blown into pieces in the village.
When the explosions continued, the small houses in the village were destroyed by the shockwave. Saharén, who was in charge of commanding, was sent flying by the explosion that was comparable to a level nine spell, his head buzzing, and he fainted on the ground.
The explosions extinguished many of the bonfires and torches in the village, and everything was pitch black. In the darkness, the Imperial Guard relied on their formation to communicate with each other, exchanging vision. The dizzy Kennu scurried around like rats, waving their weapons to prevent anyone from getting close.
"Torches, torches."
The officers of the Imperial Guards kept shouting, and torches were lit to provide light. In the darkness, the Kennu could no longer form a formation, and were trying to hide and escape. But facing the rows of spears and torches, they were constantly found, and could only put up a desperate struggle, and then they were stabbed to death.
When Saharén regained consciousness, he found himself being dragged into a sturdy mud house by his guards. His ears were ringing, his face was bleeding, and there were more than ten people beside him, but the big axe that he was used to using was nowhere to be seen. He stood up and took a big blade from his guard, and asked: "What happened?"
The guard did not answer his question, and shouted: "Master, we have to rush out, or else it will be too late."
The torches outside the mud house burned fiercely, and a group of spearmen were stabbing inside the house. The fiercest one was a woman who was taller than the men, and the two-handed sword in her hand danced like a heavy axe, and no one was a match for her under the sharpness of spiritual energy. The walls of the mud hut were continuously being broken by her.
The situation was so bad that Saharén felt despair. He raised his sword and was about to fight the tall woman in a full set of bright silver armor. Suddenly, he turned his head and saw that the wall behind the mud hut had been cut open. The light from the torches and the noise of human voices could be heard from behind the hole, and several smoking things were thrown into the hole.
Although he did not understand what was emitting the smoke, he did not understand. But Saharén had just tasted its power. He let out a few strange cries and wanted to kick these smoking things out. But as soon as he moved his foot, the smoking grenade exploded. With a few loud booms, the leather boots on his feet were blown away. Half of his foot was gone, leaving only a few bones hanging on the leg stick.
Saharén screamed and fell to the ground. Coincidentally, the door of this mud hut was broken by Ye Na. Under the blade of the sword, the stubborn Kennu fell to the ground one after another. He turned his head and saw the tip of a sword dripping with blood pointing at his throat. He wanted to curse a few more times, but his trachea was cut open.
The hut was instantly quiet.
After confirming that there were no more Kennu alive in the hut, Ye Na turned around to clean up the remaining enemies in other directions. The soldiers with torches were searching the hut by hut, and if they found the enemy, they would simply tear down the hut.
In the snowy wilderness, there were still many Jurchen barbarians running like headless flies. There were a few with horses who could run faster, but those without horses often stumbled. The weather was bitter cold on this snowy night, and it was so dark that it was hard to tell the road. The barbarians on foot could not run far, so they could only find ways to hide.
The three companies of the first battalion of the Imperial Guard spent the night clearing up the remaining enemies. At dawn the next day, they even sent out cavalry to pursue the barbarians northwards. In the end, it was unknown how many enemies escaped, but the number of Jurchen barbarians in the small village of Shahepu was counted more than 300. After a small number of captives identified the bodies, Saharén's body was dragged out.
Last night, the Imperial Guard had lost more than 50 men, and most of them were injured when fighting against Saharén's elite infantry. After the spear infantry paid a huge price to attract the enemy's attention, the combat engineers took the opportunity to blast the enemy at close range, causing huge casualties and shaking their morale.
Although the battle at the beginning was extremely fierce, the casualties were relatively limited. More than half of the battle results were obtained when the enemy's morale collapsed, and once again proved that a unit without fighting spirit was like a fish in a pond.
"Use horse-drawn sledges to transport the injured, the corpses of the comrades, the captives and the rescued civilians. Have the cavalry scout northwards, and the infantry return to the Tiger Skin Inn on foot. "After Zhou Qingfeng gave the order, the surprise attack on this snowy night came to an end.
Saharén's body was frozen stiff, and it was hung by a large wooden stick on the road. More than 300 Kennu corpses were moved to the side of the road and piled up. From afar, it looked like a pile of firewood, but up close, it was a human body twisted in all kinds of positions.
It was useless to talk to a cruel enemy about civilization. It was necessary to communicate with them in a way that they could understand and understand. Zhou Qingfeng had built such a temple and placed it by the side of the road. He believed that the Kennu would understand.
When they returned to the Tiger Skin Inn, the soldiers of the Imperial Guard Battalion were tired after a night of fierce battle. Tall Ox was even more excited and depressed at the same time. Zhou Qingfeng saw that he had his head lowered and did not speak, so he took the initiative to ask, "The battle just now was not bad. When we go back, we will be given rewards. Why are you still unhappy?"
Gao Daniu was only 19 after the new year. He raised his head and smiled bitterly, "Of course I'm happy to win, but one of my platoons was almost wiped out. Out of the six platoons, only two survived. Even the platoon leader was seriously injured and lost an arm. He can no longer go on the battlefield. Out of the two main companies in the battalion, one of them has lost almost half its men and can be considered crippled. The Kennu are also quite powerful when they fight with their lives on the line. "
Ye Na rode beside Zhou Qingfeng and tilted her head to look at Gao Daniu. She had always been surprised that this ordinary man was actually one of the generals of the Imperial Guard Revolutionary Army. He was not old and his background was very ordinary, not even comparable to her. But his command last night conformed to the norm. When necessary, he dared to lead a team to fill in the gaps, but that was done with his life.
"Of course the Kennu are not easy to fight. The results of last night's battle are already very good. People die in war. We have more casualties, but the enemy has more casualties. One of your companies has lost almost half its combat power. Immediately transfer them back to Gaizhou to recuperate and replenish the reserve recruits. Next, I will transfer Li Yanxi, who was stationed in Fuzhou, up here to face the revenge of the Kennu. The number of people who will die will only increase. "
Zhou Qingfeng's prediction was quickly verified.
When the Jurchen barbarians who escaped from Shahepu returned to Shenyang, Hwang Tae-gil thought that he had heard wrong. After confirming the news, he was both shocked and furious, and flew into a rage. He did not expect that someone would dare to annihilate Saharén's troops under his eyes. What angered him the most was that until now, he still did not know who the attacker was.
Saharén was not an ordinary person. He was the son-in-law of Nurhachi and was only here to help defend Shenyang. He was killed without rhyme or reason, so Hwang Tae-gil also had to bear a lot of responsibility.
Hwang Tae-gil could not sit still in Shenyang. He personally led thousands of elite cavalry out of Shenyang, but halfway through, they were stopped by the landmines laid by the Imperial Guard. He gave up on the main road and found a small path on the plains. When he arrived at Shahepu, he saw Saharén's corpse hanging by the roadside.
At first glance, there seemed to be a person hanging on a wooden pole by the roadside. The person's body was also covered in snow. When he ordered the slaves to unload the corpse and bring it to Hwang Tae-gil, he finally recognized that it was Saharén, who was with him yesterday.
Huang Taiji's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, as if they were about to split open. He cursed, "Who did this?" Very quickly, another slave came to report that they found a pile of subordinates that Commander Saharén brought yesterday under a pile of snow.
It really was a pile!
More than three hundred corpses were piled high.
Hwang Tae-gil walked to the pile of corpses and finally understood why there were so few people who escaped. Most of the people in front of him were fierce soldiers who had followed Nurhachi for many years. They were the elite soldiers of every Niu Lu. More than three hundred people died, which was equivalent to six or seven Niu Lu's being wiped out. The Plain White Banner only had eighteen Niu Lu's in total!
Seeing so many corpses piled up, Hwang Tae-gil was about to go mad with hatred. He wasn't the most favored among the Nurhachi's sons. He had become one of the Four Great Beilei through his own hard work. But no matter how hard he worked, his Plain White Banner was only slightly better than the Bordered White Banner of Chu Ying's son, Du Du. It was the second last among the Eight Banners.
Now, it was beaten to the last place!
Who the hell is looking for trouble with me?
Hwang Tae-gil was so angry that smoke was coming out of his seven orifices. He suppressed the anger in his heart and continued on to Liaoyang. This time, it didn't take long before he saw the main culprit. Zhou Qingfeng was at the Tigerskin Relay Station. His combat engineers had used black gunpowder to forcefully blast a circle of fortifications on the frozen ground. The Tigerskin Relay Station was heavily guarded. There were horses, trenches, watchtowers, and everything else.
There were more than a thousand soldiers of the Imperial Guard Battalion stationed in the relay station. There were also two thousand militia that had rushed over from the rear in the past two days. In addition, there were more than a thousand soldiers of Li Yanxi's three battalions moving towards Liaoyang. In two days, they would also arrive on horseback sleds.
As Hwang Tae-gil approached with his troops, Zhou Qingfeng was waiting on the watchtower in the relay station. He raised his binoculars and fiercely cursed: "In this world of ice and snow, I have the entire 'Revolutionary Army' organization supporting me. I don't believe that you Kennu can also gather people and supplies so efficiently.
All the deserted villages around this Tigerskin Relay Station have been evacuated and burned down. In the wilderness, you Kennu can't find a single house, a single well, and not a single grain of food. Although this place is only sixty li from Shenyang, as long as you can't break through my camp, you'll have to waste time with me. The more you waste time, the happier I am. If you waste time for a month or two, when spring comes, your attack power will decrease instead. "
When Huang Taiji saw the circle of fortifications around the Tigerskin Courier Station, he was at a loss for words. He really couldn't understand how someone could dig such a wide and deep circle of trenches in this winter when the ground was even harder than rocks. There were also a lot of horses set up. The troops stationed here didn't seem to be small either.
The Jurchen barbarians looked around and found that this small place was actually built with three layers inside and three layers outside. The security was extremely tight. The biggest headache wasn't this fortress-like Tigerskin Relay Station.
The mounted scout quickly reported to Hwang Tae-gil: "Master, the villages near this relay station have all been burned. The houses either collapsed or had their roofs torn off. There's not even a ghost in the surroundings. If we want to camp here, I'm afraid it won't be appropriate. "
It wasn't just inappropriate, it was impossible.
If they were to camp in the wilderness in winter in Liaodong, everyone would be frozen into popsicles the next day. Hwang Tae-gil himself had to wrap himself in a leather jacket before going out. How could he not understand the problem in front of him? But it wasn't easy for him to bring over a thousand people out. How could he retreat when he saw a hard bone that he couldn't chew?
After thinking it over, Hwang Tae-gil felt so sullen that he wanted to vomit blood. In the end, he could only harden his heart …
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