"That's right, that's right, but boss, you have to give me a guarantee. I also have a bunch of brothers under me who are clamoring and asking me questions all day long. I have to give them an explanation." Mazi's arrogance suddenly suffocated. , hurriedly said with a smile.
"Well, of course I have a good way, but we have to wait and see if the other party also has this intention. If it is as I expected, they have this idea, they should give it a try in these two days. I'm here. If I'm not here, it's just because I was blind and saw the wrong person." The yellow-faced man continued talking to himself, leaving Mazi standing nearby confused.
Seeing Mazi looking at him with a blank look on his face, the yellow-faced man cleared his throat and muttered: "Zhu Er, what do you think we wanted to do by defecting to the Taiping Army in the first place?"
"What are you looking for?" The pockmarked man, who was called Zhu Er, blinked and echoed. After thinking for a while, he said: "Of course it's for glory and wealth. Didn't you, Boss Ke, come to recruit the brothers to join the gang? Although our life was not as rich as it is now, we were still free and easy. We ate big chunks of meat and drank big bowls of wine. You didn’t tell us to take a long-term view. The Taiping Sect wanted to change the country. We should also take advantage of the situation to seek prosperity for future generations. Rich? I remember you said this when you came to our village."
Zhu Ermazi's honest words made the yellow-faced man feel like he was suddenly transported back to a few years ago when he went to the other party's court to work as a lobbyist for the Taiping Army. He sighed and shook his head. The yellow-faced man retracted his thoughts and said calmly. : "Then do you think the Taiping Religion can still help us gain glory and wealth now?"
"Now?" Zhu Ermazi shook his head and said in frustration: "Looking like this, there is no chance. At that time, it was quite decent and quite enthusiastic. Now, I don't know what the Holy King thinks. What do you think? It seems that the path is not wrong, it is similar to what was originally advertised, but it seems that it doesn’t work that way. Alas, I can’t explain clearly. Anyway, I have a feeling that the days are getting worse as time goes by.”
"Then can we still hang ourselves on this tree?" The yellow-faced man took a long puff of cigarette, and the green smoke turned into two streams from his nose and came out, and said quietly, his voice was indescribably weird.
"Boss Ke, do you mean to climb another branch?" Startled, Zhu Ermazi jumped up, quickly glanced around, and lowered his voice.
"Look at your little face, what are you afraid of? This is in our camp, surrounded by our caring people, are you scared?" The yellow-faced man said coldly without changing his expression.
"No, it's just that this happened so suddenly that I couldn't react. If Mei Shuai finds out, it will be difficult for us to escape." Zhu Ermazi wiped the sweat from his forehead and said nervously.
"Good birds choose trees to live in. This big tree of the Taiping Sect is going to fall. We have to find another way out. Otherwise, sooner or later we will be thrown to death together. Leave early and escape early. You should know this truth." The yellow-faced man muttered. He said, "I don't think the Taiping Army over Heshuo can survive for a few days. It will either fall into the hands of the Kaman people or be taken back by the empire. I'm afraid the Taiping Sect is really out of luck."
"Boss Ke, since the Taiping Religion is going to be destroyed, where are you going to let your brothers go? To the Kaman people? Or to surrender to the empire?" Zhu Ermazi smacked his lips and said.
"Kaman people? We are Tang people, should we become slaves? I don't know if the empire will accept us, and I don't know who to look for. It's even more chaotic than ours." The yellow-faced man was cruel again. He took a long drag on his cigarette and replied indifferently.
"Boss Ke, what do you mean, let's go west and go there?" Zhu Ermazi immediately heard the smell.
"Hmph, I'm afraid only the northwest side dares to accept us. The bad idea we gave Mei Fucai will probably make the city guards suffer enough, but since the city guards are known as the two pillars of the imperial army, I'm afraid it's enough for the Kaman people to drink a pot. Now the only choice is to go to the northwest. I heard that people there do not matter their origins, but only their abilities. Now the momentum in the northwest is so high that they even captured Pinglu. I see this posture. It’s not necessarily the case that the Situ family might change its surname to Li. If we go over there, we might as well get a founding father to do it.” The yellow-faced man’s eyes showed an eager light, as if he had already seen it. to your own glorious future.
"Crack, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak sound." The flying scream was the roar of a large multi-bow crossbow cart; the low sound of rolling wooden wheels echoed the earth-shattering shouts of the soldiers, which was the soldiers pushing the ramming cart towards the weak spot of the city wall. Launch an attack.
Every inch of land, every wall brick, and every crenel has been dyed red with blood. The thirsty soil under the city wall has absorbed the blood and turned purple-black. The piled up soldier corpses and engineering equipment are even more like Mud was piled up under the city wall. Another round of offensive came. Arrows were flying like locusts in the tall arrow towers. The overwhelming rocks and crossbow bolts pressed the soldiers on the defensive side of the wall so hard that they could not even lift their heads. Those who lacked sufficient long-range weapons The soldiers could only lie tightly on the wall or on the edge of the wall, curling up and listening to the loud bang of rocks falling and the huge crossbows passing over their heads with their scalp-numbing screams, occasionally accompanied by muffled sounds. The sound and miserable howl were the final sounds of soldiers who were unlucky enough to be hit by stone bullets or giant crossbows before they died. As the sound of creaking wheels became more and more frequent, it was the harbinger of the moving siege engines approaching the city wall. Shaking the dust off his head and body, he quietly revealed his eyes from between the battlements and crenellations, watching carefully like ants. Enemy soldiers swarmed in like a swarm of soldiers, spears, machetes, and shields began to tighten, and another brutal hand-to-hand offensive and defensive battle was about to begin.
As the opponent's long-range weapon attacks became sparse, the defender's archers began to show off their power. The sound of "swish, swish, swish" arrows could not be heard, and the screams coming from under the city wall became more and more frequent, and there were more and more footsteps. The sound became louder and louder, and the movable ladder was quickly pushed up. The iron hook was hung lightly and firmly on the wall. The soldiers who were climbing up like apes rushed to the top of the wall in a few seconds, and what was oncoming was With spears and machetes, a life-and-death battle of flesh and blood begins. The siege vehicle is also slowly approaching the city wall. Its huge body makes its movement far slower than the moving ladder. However, once it approaches the city wall, it will be a disaster. The soldiers swarming up hold it high. With weapons roaring and shouting, the city top became a battlefield of life and death. Fortunately, the speed of this powerful siege weapon was too slow. Most of them were smashed by the catapults that concentrated their power before they could get close to the city wall. It was broken or burned into ruins by rockets, but even so, the few siege engines near the city wall still caused the defenders to suffer a lot.
The reserve team was fully functioning at this time. Whenever the situation was critical, there would always be a new force joining in, forcing the Kaman people to retreat step by step, and eventually disappeared on top of the city wall, either becoming a ghost under the sword or an injustice under the wall. , and the Kamans, who were not willing to fail, would rather die than retreat. More ladders and siege vehicles joined in, and they continued to launch a series of offensives with the help of the ferocious striking power of movable arrow towers and catapults. The city guard corps was also forced to invest more troops to strengthen the battle for the city head to make up for the lack of long-range weapons. Such battles continued to be entangled repeatedly, at different times, from dawn to sunset.
Hurley's lips were so dry that they were bloodshot, but he still had no intention of stopping, as did Chirif, another regiment commander standing next to him watching the battle. Their eyes were fixed on the wall that shouted the killing array. Whenever the sun, moon and star flags were planted on the top of the city, the two of them could not help but cheer. But the reality was cruel. This kind of cheering often stopped abruptly, and instead flew down from the wall. The military flag, no matter how much flesh, flesh and limbs could not attract their attention, their spirits were all placed on one place, that is when they saw the sun, moon and stars flag truly planted on the wall of Qinghe Prefecture.
"Report to the commander of the corps, Sir Billy is here to report!" Only then did Hurley, whose eyes were bloodshot, look away from the wall where the fierce battle was taking place. He rubbed his eyelids tiredly and said, "Speak."
"General Billy has led the Third Army Corps to successfully block the enemy's Fourth Army Corps in the White Horse Slope area. Now a fierce battle is underway. He asked Lord Hurley to rest assured that he will never let the enemy cross the White Horse Slope." A After standard military salutes, the orderly soldier delivered the letter to the tired-looking regiment commander.
"Very good, please convey my gratitude to General Billy. When our general's flag is planted on the top of Qinghe City, General Billy will be the first hero of this battle!" Hurley took a deep breath, He returned a military salute. The damn Second Corps actually sent only two cavalry troops to follow, but the three infantry troops that should have arrived long ago were nowhere to be seen. Of course, Hurley didn't know that this was the work of his colleague who had committed suicide. The result of his claim, but he knew that such a consequence would force him to put his weight on the Eighth Corps, which he did not know the details of. Reinforcements from the Tanghe people have already rushed forward, but Hurley believes that the Third Corps can hold off the opponent. Although the Third Corps still retains two infantry units of 10,000 people as its total reserve for siege, but with With the cooperation of the two 10,000-horsemen of the Second Corps, Hurley firmly believed that Billy could weld the opponent to death on White Horse Slope.
Watching the messenger leaving, Hurley cheered up and said to Chirif, the commander of the Eighth Army Corps who was standing nearby watching the battle: "General Chirif, order your Eighth Army's third and forty thousand troops to advance. Get ready, the next round will be the time for your Eighth Corps to perform."
"Mr. Hurley, please rest assured that although the Eighth Corps is newly built, it will never be as powerful as our Kaman soldiers!"
Cheerif puffed up his chest proudly, and a flush appeared on Chirif's face.