The nameless bridgehead, the sun is shining brightly, the grass is luxuriant,
However, the long-awaited sailors were unable to come and converge, but saw the scorched ship wreckage slowly drifting down upstream, and the swollen and floating corpses soaked in the faint redness; the soldiers and horses along the coast of East Zhejiang made Zhang Quan's face all of a sudden. It became ashen.
The little sense of accomplishment in breaking the grass thief's ambush before suddenly disappeared and turned into anger and pain. Although the 1,000-600 sailors who accompanied him accounted for only one-tenth of the total number of troops in the battle, they were mostly experienced and experienced veterans who were long on the water.
Now when he was heading to the upper reaches of the sweeping and detour, he suddenly encountered an enemy and suffered losses but the situation was unknown, which made him feel anxious and anxious.
"Why haven't they taken it down yet.. How long should the grass thieves in this area be stubbornly resisted..."
Then he looked at the other side where he was fighting against the sky, and shouted at the left and right:
"These Mingzhou regiments have come all the way, and they have hit a lot of thieves, and they are already quite exhausted."
An old-looking general suddenly handed over his hands and pleaded with him.
"Please also be sympathetic and sympathetic to the soldier, and let people be replaced and fight again..."
"It's unreasonable. Now that the military situation in Runzhou is very urgent, your generation dare to ask me for advice..."
Hearing this, Zhang Quan suddenly raised his whip on the opponent's head and face, and shouted sternly.
"All the squad and town soldiers have been sent out, and they can't take the last bit of robbers. How can there be a face to intercede and change hands;"
"The sons of Langshan in this formation are the last resort in case they cannot be moved lightly. Now that the sailors have lost, they can't act rashly... If the aid of the pill is lost, who will be sympathetic and compassionate to me. ."
"Zhang Ziqian, this is what you are not."
"Soldiers from the army have been in charge for a long time and all have their own cares, how can you not say anything"
"You are really frustrated and crazy... You are not ready to admit your mistakes..."
Then someone hurriedly came forward to intercede, dragged away the blood-stained officer who was beaten, and scrambled to scold him. .
"Come back, since you are good at talking, then you have the bravery of the rear team to go and take down this group of gangsters,"
Zhang Quan then shouted to stop the man who was helped away.
"If you can't get it, don't come back, wipe your neck to avoid embarrassment..."
Looking at the silhouette of the other party who bowed his head and limped to thank you, Zhang Quan showed a chilling sneer at the corner of his mouth.
This tribe, Zhang Ziqian, was a local tycoon in Mingzhou and was born in a family of maritime merchants. His ancestor Zhang Youxin was the head of the four giants of large merchants together with Li Linde, Li Churen, and Li Yanxiao. He even personally welcomed Gaoyue, the head of the Wa Kingdom, who entered the Tang Dynasty and asked for Buddhism, and he was famous at that time.
Even if the family has been greatly degraded, it is still the local leader and the home of the first hope; even after Zhang Quan took advantage of the power to occupy Mingzhou, it is inevitable to use this generation to comfort and Luokuo. Therefore, with the rebuilding of the Mingzhou regiment, he also became a representative of Zhang Quan's army and horses.
It’s just relative to the followers and the Langshan children, boat soldiers, and boat divisions who came out along the way; these regiments gathered for several years after occupying Mingzhou, and they are full of local surname children. , Is undoubtedly the existence that he needs to treat differently;
In peacetime, of course, it is necessary to win over, beat, and divide, in order to stabilize the governance. However, when faced with such a legitimate opportunity to pull them out of the native land to fight, they have to drive as far as possible on the grounds of seeking out thieves, and the false enemy's hands should weaken them as much as possible. Only in the future can I make sure that the land I occupy in Mingzhou will be strengthened.
Therefore, his arrogance is not mean or unwilling. After all, he has determined to take the road of Zhenhai Zhou's envoy. Once he successfully rescued the Dantu and was rewarded by the court, the value and usefulness of these local wealthy surnames to him would be greatly reduced, and even become a certain sense. Potentially hindered.
Thinking of this, Zhang Quan called another cronies to come;
"I'll take you with all the horse teams and rush up the river to find out where the boats and soldiers are coming from; if you encounter an enemy, don't entangle too much, just come back and report with all your strength.
"promise.."
. . . . .
And in the bridgehead battlefield that is still fighting on the other side, the situation of belonging to the rebels is a bit bad. Because under the violent attack of the official army from Mingzhou, several volunteers who were the main force of ambushing and obstructing the official army were defeated or fled one after another;
Under this hasty escape without coordination and cooperation, instead, a group of hundreds of Taiping soldiers sent to assist and supervise them were left behind in the predicament of being attacked by the enemy, and they were still in the army. In the encirclement, he fought bitterly.
With a few vehicles, corpses, and temporary excavated trenches backed by the dirt mountain, outside the Taiping army array desperately resisting the successive attacks; a circle of corpses has been collapsed. Because the arrows that came with them were all shot, they could only enter the fierce and hasty short-handed combat.
After several fights, the mud under their feet has been softened by the blood flowing between the corpses, and they stepped on like mud and made a distracting chirping; but this man-made mud is facing opposites. The offensive officers caused even greater obstacles;
They need to work hard to maintain their body balance so that they will not fall back down in two steps and three steps. When they rushed in front of the rebels, they wanted to block and slash the swords and guns that were condescending to slash, but they were often vulnerable to unstable forces and fell to the ground, or they were pushed or rolled down. .
Because even though their array has shrunk under the attack of the official army, they still have no obvious advantage in letting these officers go to Germany. And the inner circle of the battle formation that had just been rotated was already full of casualties and soldiers waiting to rest.
"Brother, I can't hold it anymore, I'm afraid we won't be able to survive this time... This is really a big loss, I'm afraid my life will be lost here..."
Wang Shengui, who was licking his chapped lips with a disheveled pale face, also had a short knife and panted with pleading eyes, looking at his elder brother Wang Shenchao and wailing.
"Hold on, the old fifth and their corps are working in the neighborhood, it's not guaranteed that there will be a turnaround..."
Sitting on the ground almost unable to get up, Wang Shenchao also tried to open his bloody eyelids, and squeezed out a smile on his face with a hoarse throat.
"Why don't you run away..."
A few bloody wounds had been cut on his body, and Wang Shenzhi, who was bandaging against the corpse, couldn't help speaking out.
"Escape, how can you escape, where can you escape from here, rush to the officer and army to die? If you really want to take the lead and run away, it will kill everyone, and the last hope is gone..."
However, Wang Shenchao lowered his voice and rebuked, and then slowly pleaded.
"Brother, hold on a little longer... kill a few more to make sure there is still a way to survive..."
At this time, the sound of rain hitting the cover and the scream of arrows came from the periphery again; and Wang Shenchao was not allowed to drag his tired and weak body, helping each other to stand up, and fill it outwards. Those fronts that have become sparse again.
After another half hour of suffering, he watched the soldiers and soldiers who were crawling and retreating in the mud; Wang Shenchao pushed aside the corpse of the enemy soldier in front of him, and drew the short knife embedded in his forehead. Pushing and rolling down; only then found that a broken arrow was inserted in the stomach and it came out from the lower back, bleeding at both ends of the Popo; I could not help but feel a pain, twisted and fell on my face, sat down, I was full. The blood has turned into a dark brown muddy.
At this moment, he looked at himself with a bleak face, half of his arm was folded, and the wound on his lame leg was deeply visible in the bones of his younger brother.
"This time, I'm really tired of you guys... If you stay in the labor team, maybe there will be..."
"brother.."
"Brother,"
Wang Shenzhi and Wang Shengui couldn't help getting excited, and their expressions on the wounded area suddenly became distorted, and then they reluctantly frowned.
"Don't say so, this is our own choice; it's a pity that we didn't catch up with a few more meals..."
"Fortunately, the fifth child is not here, maybe our family will rely on him to pass on..."
However, because of the increased blood flow, Wang Shenchao's eyes began to lament.
"Is it going to be dark? Why is everything graying..."
"Brother...Brother, wake up... You can't sleep here, you can't count on everything..."
Wang Shengui couldn't help being a little panicked, and shook him with his only remaining intact arm.
"Paint him, maybe I'm used to it"
At this time, a hand wrapped in a bandage stretched out and said; but it was like a temporary team member Wang Qiu fished out of blood.
This is the result of him using a rope to help his waist, and repeatedly following the retreat of the official army into it, and then dragging it back with the weapon and arrow he grabbed. The result was that his arms were full of cuts and scratches. There was almost no good meat and was wrapped in a bandage, but it was spiky and cracked, oozing blood and black.
Afterwards, Wang Shenzhi hurriedly applied a little black ointment to the man under his nose who was wearing Wang Shenchao's nose. There was a pungent and choking odor, and his tears and tears were irritated. With a big sneeze, from the dying weakness, he reluctantly regained his energy and invigorated him.
At this time, the officers and soldiers under the mound suddenly clamored with great morale, but some ships were passing along the river in the river not far from the mound, although the scorch marks and defects on these ships were burnt due to mottled.
The rebels on these mounds fell into a certain silence and silence; then there was Wang Qiu, who was always taciturn and meaningless, and could not help cursing at first:
"Fuck, I haven't really tasted a woman... now there is no hope..."
However, the cheers of these officers and soldiers stopped abruptly, and quickly turned into screams falling in the rain of arrows.
"Enemy attack..."
"The boatmen are turning back"
"Hurry up and fight..."
And the officers and soldiers who stayed on the other side seemed to be awakened from a dream and exploded in the noise, and quickly separated a man and horse and rushed across the wooden bridge; then, there were several fires and smoke. Right next to their team, there was a crash on the bridge. (End of this chapter)