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At this time, it was normal for a siege to last for several months, and it was not uncommon for a city to be captured after a siege of one or two years.
At the beginning, Yan Yingyuan defended Jiangyin with only the people of the city, and held out for more than two months under the siege of more than 100,000 enemy troops.
Throughout history, it was not uncommon for defenders to resort to cannibalism due to prolonged sieges.
Didao City, the seat of Lintao Prefecture, had been under siege for more than a month. The city was piled with corpses, and both sides suffered heavy casualties. Wu Qingfeng's 2,000 defenders were reduced to only 800.
Fortunately, the people in the right border of Long are tough and martial arts is popular. In order to defend the city and protect their families, more than 8,000 young and strong people in the city participated in the battle to defend the city.
The chief and deputy commanders Wu Qingfeng and Song Baitao led the way, the prefect Sheng Huaide and the associate prefect Li Bocun cooperated with them to the utmost. The people in the city were so moved that even the elderly, the weak, women and children helped to boil water, transport stones, pick up arrows and carry the wounded.
All the people in the city threw themselves into this life-and-death battle. Na Risong's attacks became more and more fierce, but were repelled again and again by the soldiers and civilians in the city. The city of Didao was filled with blood all day long, and the sound of killing was deafening.
As time went by, the city ran out of food and fodder, not to mention weapons. The city walls were already shaky and could be lost at any time...
Of course, the Qin army was not just defending the entire northwestern border. We shifted our gaze away from the smoke of Lintao Prefecture and headed north across Longyou, Liangzhou, Helan Mountains, across the southern desert and the vast sea, and arrived in the northern desert.
That’s right, it’s here: Langjuxu Mountain.
This is a mountain that makes the blood boil when the Han people hear it. It represents an immortal monument, the iron hoof of the Han people. The thunderous shouts once shattered the enemy's courage here.
Time goes back more than a thousand years. In the fourth year of Emperor Wu of Han, General Huo Qubing chased the Xiongnu to Langjuxu Mountain. He captured 74,430 Xiongnu and sealed Langjuxu Mountain for offering sacrifices to the heaven. Since then, Langjuxu Mountain has become an inextricable complex for the Han people.
This is a mountain that Mongolians want to prostrate themselves in worship when they hear of it. It represents the rise of a golden family. The fluttering wolf flag and the "yellow peril" that spread thousands of miles originated from here and once swept across the entire Eurasian continent.
According to the "Shan Jing", every mountain range here stretches endlessly, all the way to the north of the desert, with majestic momentum, rough customs and tough personalities.
According to the trend of this dragon vein, this place should be the intersection of the Duilong Mountains running north of China and the Zhenlong Mountains running east of China. It possesses the bloodiness and impulse of both dragon veins. Once a real dragon appears, it is destined to accomplish a great feat that will shake the world.
As expected, during the process of Genghis Khan unifying the Mongolian tribes and establishing the Mongolian Khanate, countless major historical events took place here. The Mongolians called it the Burhan Mountain and the Holy Mountain. Legend has it that Genghis Khan was secretly buried here.
This is a place that is hard to describe, it represents the supreme glory of the Han people and the most sacred place for the Mongolians.
Today, a large banner with the Chinese character Qin in seal script marched forward triumphantly, sweeping across the Hulunbuir grasslands, crossing the Onon River, and marching all the way to the foot of Langxu Mountain with unstoppable force.
The snow on the mountain reflects the autumn sunshine. The clouds are steaming and the brilliant light shines in the sky.
The surging Onon River at the foot of the mountain flows to the northeast. Its water is deep, like a black dragon entwined on the vast grassland.
On the banks of the Onon River, five thousand Qin soldiers in black clothes and dark armor, with their war horses neighing and roaring like the tide, were as fast as the wind and as plundering as fire, as they chased the Zasaktu troops who were fleeing towards the Wolf Mountain.
Jasaktu Khan Norbu did not expect that when he led his army to invade the south of the desert, Meng Ke would ignore the chaos in the south of the desert and send 5,000 cavalry to attack the north of the desert.
Aobai wields a heavy broadsword, and Niu Wanchuan wields a pair of golden maces, both of them are so brave that no one can stop them. The enemy soldiers who catch up with them are often shot in the head or cut in half. Such a ferocious way of killing frightens the defeated enemy, who flees in fear for their lives.
Among the 5,000 Qin troops, except for the 500 soldiers equipped with Type 68 rifles who did not disperse, the rest were divided into teams of 200, brandishing swords and guns, galloping and killing. On the vast grassland, teams of black-armored Qin troops whizzed past, crisscrossing;
The tents were pulled down one by one by the spinning lasso, and the old, weak, women and children hiding in the tents screamed.
The Qin army galloped forward like a net, as fast as the wind, and scared the cattle and sheep all over the ground to run wildly;
Those Mongolian young men on horseback rushed left and right, but no matter which direction they fled, the Qin army would rush towards them, with swords flashing like silk and murderous aura filling the air, leaving them with nowhere to escape.
Norbu's eldest son Sala led 6,000 troops to the lower reaches of the Onon River to guard against the Chechen Khan who might return to the northern desert. Suddenly, he received a report that Aobai's 5,000 troops had entered the northern desert, so he hurriedly led his troops back to Burhan Mountain.
After two days of galloping, the 6,000-strong army arrived at the foot of Mount Burhan, and this was exactly what they saw. The tribesmen who remained at the foot of Mount Burhan were running and wailing under the charge of the Qin army, and the sound of crying was everywhere.
The 3,000 soldiers who stayed behind were slaughtered and completely routed.
Looking at the pasture with corpses strewn all over the ground and the smell of blood in the air, Shala was furious. The six thousand Zasaktu troops were howling like wolves howling at the moon.
On the vast grassland, the dull sound of horns once again resounded through the sky, and the world was filled with solemnity!
The blood on Aobai and Niu Wanchuan's bodies had not yet dried, and the horses under them felt the breath of war again, constantly raising their heads and neighing.
This time, he and Aobai went deep into the northern desert and made rapid progress all the way. Aobai was very familiar with grassland warfare. A few days ago, Niu Wanchuan didn't know why, so he picked a wild flower and chewed it in his mouth. It was Aobai who saved him and told him that it was wolfsbane, which could kill people.
Niu Wanchuan realized that he still had a lot to learn, and his attitude towards Aobai improved a lot.
He shook off the blood drops on the golden mace and asked Aobai, "General Guarjia, this should be the last force of the Zasaktu tribe left in Mobei, right?"
Niu Wanchuan licked his lips unconsciously while speaking, looking at the 6,000 troops of Sala in the distance, as if looking at a table of delicious feast. The autumn wind on the grassland blew at his military uniform, which was soaked in blood and could not be blown away by the wind.
Aobai held his sword across his horse's back and replied, "They should be almost all here. Even if there are still some, they are not a big deal."
In Hulunbuir Prairie, they had defeated 3,000 enemies, wiped out 500 at Luoyan Ridge, crushed 108 at Baiyang Beach, captured 400 at Sisong Ridge. When they reached Langjuxu Mountain, they crushed another 3,000. Adding Sala’s 6,000, that’s more than 10,000 enemy troops.
When Norbu marched south, there were only about 10,000 soldiers and horses left in Mobei.
Niu Wanchuan looked at this final feast and said greedily, "General Guaerjia, why don't you leave this group of enemy troops to me?"
Aobai immediately shook his head and said, "General Niu must not underestimate the enemy. I have heard of the name of Sala for a long time. He is quite good at fighting. Moreover, even if Sala is defeated, the herdsmen in Mobei are scattered far to the north of the North Sea, to the west of Ulianghai, and to the northern foot of Daxing'anling in the northeast, spanning one or two thousand miles.
Winter comes early in Mobei. We don't have much time. We must quickly annihilate Shala and gather the herdsmen to prevent them from migrating westward upon hearing the news and to prevent Norbu from returning after receiving the news. If that happens, all our efforts will be in vain."
Niu Wanchuan thought about it and it made sense. They couldn't just fight, they also had to steal horses, cattle and sheep.
So he stopped insisting and said, "In that case, I will attack from the front while General Guarjia will attack from the side to defeat Sala in one fell swoop."
Aobai still shook his head and said, "Shala must have known the power of your rifle. If you attack head-on, you have to dismount and shoot. The enemy will definitely bypass the front. I will attack head-on, and you can seize the opportunity from the flank and charge in at once. As long as you can quickly defeat one wing of the enemy, the entire enemy army will surely be defeated."
"Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you say, okay?" Niu Wanchuan was a little impatient.
Also impatient were the thousands of troops behind the two men. Since they had entered the northern desert, they had been unstoppable, which had boosted their morale. They looked around with the eyes of eagles and wolves, looking down on all directions.
Among the 5,000-strong army, more than 2,000 were from the Khorchin tribe. They also grew up on horseback and their riding and archery skills were no worse than those of the enemy. They just changed into the battle uniforms of the Qin army.
The murderous Aobai slowly raised his sword, and the soldiers around him immediately blew long horns, Woo! Woo! Woo... ...
At the foot of Langjuxu Mountain, the autumn wind was blowing hard, the grass was turning yellow and dry, and a murderous aura filled the air, covering the sky with an austere and murderous atmosphere.
The enemy on the opposite side rushed out first, like a mighty torrent pouring down on the grassland, surging in waves, swords like snow, horseshoes like rain, shouts like thunder, and mountains are crushed... ... ... .
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