The muskets roared from the side, and Jiannu soldiers were constantly being shot down. The Jiannu soldiers were still fleeing, no one cared about their companions, and no one looked back.
The lancers under Kong Youde's command were a little slower because they passed by the city, but they still occupied the small hill on the side of the main road and inflicted heavy firepower damage on the fleeing Jiannu.
One part of the Lancers opened fire and attacked from the side, while another part of the Lancers dismounted and formed a battle formation, pressing towards the main road, preparing to cut off the Jiannu's retreat.
Du Du had already rushed out of the fire coverage area, but he could no longer organize his men to make any response.
It wasn't just the Ming army's spear cavalry attacking, there were also the Flying Cavalry Battalion chasing them from behind. What counterattacks, what resistance, the more than 1,000 cavalry who escaped were purely courting their own destruction.
"Kill, kill!" The cavalrymen raised their sharp sabers high and chased after the fleeing Jiannu soldiers fiercely.
They fought with vigor, confidence and courage. In the eyes of the flying cavalry, the once ferocious Jiannu could also be cowardly and discouraged at times.
Seeing them abandoning their weapons and armor, running away without even turning their heads, the pursuit became even more thrilling.
"Kill, kill, kill!" Kong Youde stomped his feet, shouted repeatedly, and stared at the flying cavalry chasing after him like a whirlwind.
"Damn it!" Kong Youde let out a long sigh and cursed, "I'm going to go on the flying cavalry no matter what. It's fun, it's fun."
After saying this, he ordered two thousand cavalrymen to mount their horses and give chase, supporting the Flying Cavalry Battalion, just in case.
The Jiannu army collapsed and fled past the city of Hetuala like a group of panicked rabbits.
The more than a thousand Jiannu soldiers who stayed behind were stunned. Realizing that defeat was inevitable, they wanted to escape from the city together, but found it was too late.
Flying cavalry and spear cavalry circled the city, cutting off the Jiannu's escape route to the west. The Ming army's infantry battle formations arrived shortly afterwards, blocking the city gates and laying siege to the small fortress.
Although the Ming army either sneaked in in small teams or attacked from the upper reaches of the Yalu River, and basically did not carry any heavy weapons, the defenders of this small city were not large, so it was not difficult to break through.
"Block the city gates and defend to the death." Captain Sartai knew he could not escape death, but he still insisted on fighting to the end, "Let the enemy know the bravery of the warriors of the Great Jin."
"Yes, sir." Nuo Yinghuan bowed and accepted the order, then went down the city wall.
"All citizens in the city must come up to the city and help in the battle," Sartai continued. "To live and die with the city is the duty of the people of the Great Jin."
The personal soldiers took the order and left. Sartai looked outside the city, but saw that the Ming army had deployed their battle formations and surrounded the city tightly, and he couldn't help but sigh.
At this moment, there was a sudden loud noise, which sounded like shouting and gunfire, and it happened inside the city.
"What's going on?" Sartai was shocked and turned around to ask.
There was no need to answer him. Sartai's pupils shrank. The flags of the Ming army had appeared in the city and were advancing rapidly from the south gate.
The city was broken?! Sartai's heart sank to the bottom of the abyss. He gripped the hilt of the knife so hard that his nails turned white.
There was no need to think about it. It must have been some cowardly fellow who opened the city gates and let the Ming army in. Nuo Yinghuan, this guy must be a descendant of the Huifa tribe. No, a remnant.
Sartai faced the gazes from all around him, his face livid. He suddenly drew his sword and roared, "Follow me and fight until you die."
"Kill, kill!" The personal soldiers supported Sartai, ran down the city wall, and charged towards the surging Ming army.
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The so-called sharing of hardships and standing together through thick and thin are often shattered by reality and turned into a disintegration of "everyone flies away when disaster strikes".
Ultimately, it's all about profit. When you're enjoying the good life, people are naturally willing to follow you. But if you're willing to endure hardships and suffer for nothing, who would risk the lives of their own people and go down with your shabby ship?
The disintegration of the Later Jin bandit group could actually be seen a year or two ago. The decreasing number of Mongols who followed the looting was already a clear sign.
People never get the upper hand and many people die. Who is still so stupid as to not learn his lesson?
Nurhaci also saw the signs of disunity and mobilized the troops in an attempt to gain victory. However, the result was contrary to his expectations. After the disastrous defeat at Haicheng, the pace of disunity was accelerated.
The emperor promoted Nara Zhongming of the Yehe clan to set an example for the other Jurchen tribes. If they wanted to break away from the Jianzhou Jurchens, the Huifa, Hada, and Ula tribes could all use the fact that they had been destroyed by the Jianzhou Jurchens as an excuse.
Well, as long as the emperor can achieve the goal of isolating the Jianlu, he can also accept those Jurchen tribes that do not pose a threat.
For example, the Donghai Jurchens, also known as the "Wild Jurchens" in Ming Dynasty historical records, mostly lived in the Songhua River and Heilongjiang River basins, as well as near the Suifen River and Ussuri River, and east to the Sea of Japan.
In order to expand the territory to the north, the emperor will break the convention of setting up tributary areas because "the wild Jurchens are far away from China (Central Plains) and their tribute is not regular", and will continue to push the territory of the Ming Dynasty northward.
The Yehe, Ula and other tribes now do not know the grand ambitions of the Ming Emperor. They are just fighting for survival for themselves and their tribesmen.
As the first Jurchen tribe to rebel on the battlefield, Nuoyinghuan of the Huifa tribe set a good example by opening the city gates to welcome the Ming army, which greatly reduced the casualties of the Ming army in the siege and will also receive due rewards.
The Ming army poured into Hetuala and quickly took control of the entire city with fierce firepower and fierce attacks. Yes, it was more than 500 meters long and more than 300 meters wide, only one-third the size of Haizhou City.
Mao Chenglu rode on his horse, looking down at the Jurchens kneeling on the ground. He narrowed his eyes and slowly loosened his clenched fists.
"You all sided with the Jian'er and attacked the Ming Dynasty. You should all be executed as a warning to others." A Jinyiwei saw Mao Chenglu nod at him and stepped forward and said loudly, "However, our emperor is merciful and will give you a chance to redeem yourselves through meritorious service..."
Nuoyinghuan didn't even dare to raise his head, and the wounds on his body were not bandaged in time. Hearing the Emperor's pardon, he breathed a sigh of relief and respectfully raised Sartai's bloody head, "This is the head of Sartai, the commander of the Jianlu army..."
Mao Chenglu's expression eased slightly. He waved his hand and asked someone to take it. He said, "You have made great contributions by killing the enemy, which shows your willingness to redeem yourself. Rise up, take your people with us to fight, and win a place for your people to live in peace!"
"Thank you, General." Nuo Yinghuan bowed to the ground, his voice trembling, not sure if it was because of excitement or the pain in his wound.
They captured the Jianlu's lair, which was also known as the Dragon's Rise Place by the Jianlu. They also killed Beile Ajige in battle and many Jiannu generals. It was a great achievement in any case.
Mao Chenglu rode into the city, a look of pride on his face. He had finally achieved a great feat for his adoptive father and Dongjiang Town.
Although it is impossible for my adoptive father's official position to surpass Xiong Tingbi, he will have more confidence in what he says.
Moreover, according to my adoptive father's guess, the final military power of Liaodong should be in the hands of Dongjiang Town, and my adoptive father will become a pillar of Liaodong like Li Chengliang.
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