Yuan Sikong stared at the black army below the city with bated breath, feeling a little dizzy, and his chest tightened. He firmly grasped the dagger at his waist, remembering the immature but stubborn little face of the person who gave him the dagger. An eight-year-old child has the courage to drive away the barbarians and calm the world, and he will never be afraid of gold thieves !
Under the banner, the thick-haired general sat firmly on the horse, he must be the Jurchen prince Zhuo Letai. He suddenly clamped his horse's belly and rushed out from the central army. The army immediately opened to both sides, giving way to a straight passage.
Zhuo Letai put Mahler under the city, raised his head, and shouted: "Who is in the city, tell me his name!"
Yuanmao sternly said: "I am guarding Yuanmao in Guangning. Zhuo Letai, you dare to kill my sons and servants of Emperor Dasheng, you should be punished!"
Zhuo Letai laughed wildly: "This old man dares to tease me, he should be killed! You group of stubborn Han people should be killed!"
"I, Yuan, blocked you once or twice, and I blocked you three or four times." Yuan Mao's momentum became stronger and stronger, "With me, I will spend your life poorly, and never even think about stepping into Guangning! Soldiers, for Master Li!" revenge!"
The defenders of the city roared together: "Revenge for Master Li—" The sound was like thunder, and it went straight into the sky.
Zhuo Letai's horse also retreated a few steps amidst the thundering roar. He stabilized his mount, drew out his saber, held it flat in front of his chest, and then slashed down hard.
The attack drum sounded for the third time under the city of Guangning, and the golden soldiers swept in like a black wave, and as far as the eye could see, they were full of murderous intent.
Yuan Mao roared: "Archers, get ready, let—"
Yuan Sikong hid under the cover, and the rain of arrows flying all over the sky like locusts covered the sky. He looked at the golden soldiers with bloodshot eyes and grim expressions, as if he saw a group of ghosts, but they were hit by arrows and shells. When he was in the middle, the blood and flesh that burst out told him that these were living people.
He has seen countless battles in military books, and those famous generals seem to be able to form an army by throwing beans, with clever calculations, and the masts and sculls are wiped out in ashes while talking and laughing. However, the bloody scene in front of him was the real war. It was the first time he was so close to the war, and he couldn't help trembling.
Yuan Nanyu was beside him, holding his hand tightly: "Second brother, don't be afraid, don't be afraid." His own voice was also trembling.
Yuan Sikong stared at Yuan Nanyu with staring eyes, and suddenly bit his lip hard. The tingling pain made his brain clear up a lot, and he took a deep breath: "Yu'er, I'm not afraid."
Yuan Nanyu nodded, feeling his mouth and tongue were dry, and the sound of killing in his ears was enough to make his heart beat wildly. He asked, "Second Brother, Master Hu, can you succeed?"
Yuan Sikong shook his head: "I don't know."
Four days ago, it was Hu Baicheng, Deputy Qianhu, who led the three hundred dead soldiers to leave Guangning on a snowy night and head for the rear of the Jin Army camp.
When Yuan Mao proposed this plan, Hu Baicheng, who had been with Yuan Mao for many years, who was reckless but extremely loyal, was the first to plead for his life.
Since Hu Baicheng left, they have lost contact. At present, at least they have not been caught by the Jinren, which is half the battle. However, no matter whether it is successful or not, everyone knows that they will not come back .
Today is a battle that will determine the life and death of Guangning, and Hu Baicheng is their only hope.
Since there were not many shells left in the Fengshen cannon and the firepower was unsustainable, it took only half the time for the Jin soldiers to attack the city, and began to climb walls and break doors.
Yuan Sikong rushed out of the bunker and blew the horn in his hand vigorously. The militiamen he organized began to rush up the city one by one, carrying barrels of kerosene in their hands, and ran to the edge of the city wall. Tilting down, the archer rubbed the arrow and shot it neatly.
Immediately, a sea of flames ignited under the city wall, and there were endless pitiful howls, but the golden soldiers continued to build ladders one after another.
"My lord, the West City Gate is urgent!"
"My lord, the South City Gate is urgent!"
Yuan Mao shouted: "Shaoxu, Konger, go to help the city gate!"
"yes!"
Zhuo Letai's previous two attacks focused on the east city gate, and he wanted to concentrate his forces to attack. Naturally, the main defensive area and firepower concentration point of the Sheng army was also the east city gate, so the east city gate was the most difficult to attack and suffered the greatest sacrifice. This time he changed his strategy. The east gate is still the main attack, but the west and south gates have also sent a lot of troops. Although the division of troops is the division of power, he knows that Guangning has few troops, and now he can't divide them more than he does.
Zhuo Letai's judgment was very correct. Now there are only seven or eight hundred soldiers guarding the city, and each of them is used as ten people. Although there are thousands of militiamen, how can they compare with the Jurchen soldiers. However, he also overlooked one point, as long as it is used properly, even a weak woman can exert strength.
Yuan Shaoxu went to the west gate, Yuan Sikong and Yuan Nanyu went to the south gate.
The two ran to the south city gate and looked down. They saw golden soldiers with shields and armor covering their heads one by one.
Yuan Sikong ran to Chen Yulong's side: "Master Chen, quickly put on 'fire suits' for them!"
This fire suit was named by Yuan Sikong. He read from history books that when a guard ran out of ammunition and food, he lit the quilt and threw it down the city wall, which was very powerful. The consumption of kerosene is too much, and it is no longer enough for use. It depends on how effective the fire suit can be.
Under the leadership of Yuan Weiling, a group of "Daughter Army" rushed up to the city wall with quilts in their arms, sprinkled oil, ignited the fire, joined hands in twos, and threw the burning quilts down.
The quilt was quite heavy, and it fell firmly on the golden soldier's shield.
The iron casting technology of the barbarians was completely learned from the Central Plains, and it has not been improved for many years, so the wooden shields are still used so far. Wooden shields naturally have the advantages of wooden shields, such as cheapness, light weight, anti-rust, anti-freeze, but in order to prevent water and cracks, they usually need to be painted several times, so it has one of the biggest disadvantages - fear of fire.
Small sparks like rockets are extinguished in a short while, and usually do not burn up. However, when encountering a big fire, they are ignited in pieces, and the whole siege team is suddenly engulfed in flames. Those who fled were immediately shot to death by random arrows.
Yuan Sikong roared: "Continue to go down..."
Before he finished speaking, he was suddenly thrown to the ground by Yuan Nanyu, and an arrow flew past where he was standing just now, Yuan Sikong was startled into a cold sweat.
"Second brother, are you okay?" Yuan Nanyu touched Yuan Sikong's face nervously.
"No, I'm fine..." Yuan Sikong straightened his helmet. The armor on his body was found temporarily. He was wearing a lot too big, and it was very inconvenient to move, but Yuan Mao ordered him to wear it.
Chen Yulong commanded the soldiers and the militiamen to fight together. The "fire suit" flew down the city wall like a piece of paper. If it fell under the shield armor, it would immediately catch fire. If it fell on the climbing ladder, it would blow everyone off. , Dozens of fire suits went down, the crisis at the south gate was immediately resolved, and the offensive of the Jin soldiers was obviously slowed down, allowing them to have a breathing space.
Yuan Sikong said: "Yu'er, you are here to watch, you must protect the eldest sister, I will go and see dad."
Yuan Nanyu said worriedly: "Then you have to be careful, arrows don't have eyes, you have eyes."
"Don't worry, you have to be careful." Yuan Sikong got up and ran towards the east gate.
Yuan Mao was still directing with a hoarse voice. The situation at the east gate was indeed much more serious than that of the other two gates. The battering ram had already hit the gate, and the soldiers climbing the city were densely distributed on the ladder like ants. The dead body is simply shocking.
Yuan Sikong ran to Yuan Mao's side and said in a trembling voice, "Father, I'm afraid the east gate can't be defended, why don't you send gunners to meet the gold thieves at the gate."
They tried their best, but it still didn't work
Yuan Mao dragged Yuan Sikong behind him, and said loudly: "I believe in Hu Baicheng, he will never let me down!"
Suddenly, a strange horn sounded from among the golden army, a signal they had never heard before.
Zhuo Letai turned the horse's head and circled around on the spot.
Yuan Sikong was overjoyed: "Father, it must be the news that Mr. Hu attacked the camp!"
Yuan Mao's lips trembled slightly, and his red eyes fixed on Zhuo Letai.
How will Zoiletai choose
Yuan Sikong thought to himself, if he were Zhuo Letai, he would ignore the camp, as long as he set fire to capture Guangning, would he still have to worry about food and drink? But Zhuo Letai, as the commander-in-chief of the three armies, has nothing to do with his courage to make any decision. He thinks a lot, and it is bound to be difficult to make a move. It is Guangning who still has troops to attack his camp, which makes it even more difficult for him to judge. He has already been defeated twice under this city. If you lose, or suffer from the enemy, that is the real defeat.
Yuan Sikong gambled that he would return to save the camp.
Soon, Zhuo Letai made a safe decision-Ming Jin withdrew.
Yuan Sikong grabbed Yuan Mao's arm, so excited that his heart and lungs would burst.
Zoiletai retreats! He has fallen into the chess game he set up!
Zhuo Letai is worthy of being a famous general of the Kingdom of Jin, he has strict discipline and prohibitions, and withdrawing troops before the battle was a hasty move, but he did it in an orderly manner. As Yuan Sikong expected, he sent cavalry on the left and right flanks first to the camp for rescue, while he personally led a cavalry to break the rear.
Yuan Mao was ecstatic: "Zuo Letai has retired!"
"Zuo Letai has retreated!" The guards on the city shouted one after another, and the voice spread from ten to hundreds, and soon spread throughout the entire Guangning City, and the city was full of cheers.
Yuan Mao turned around, and glanced at the soldiers behind him: "According to the plan, I need a brave general to lead five hundred cavalry, and bring firecrackers to attack Zhuoletai's central army. Who would dare to go?"
In order to prevent leaks, their strategy will not be shown until the last moment.
"The last general is willing to go!" A clear voice sounded, and a young man in his early twenties stood up with no fear on his face.
This person was Liang Huiyong, a young general from Guangning, and he was also one of the few soldiers who had a clear-cut stand to defend to the death.
"Okay, I'm not short of blood in Liaodong!" Yuan Mao looked at him appreciatively, "I ordered you to be the vanguard to harass Zhuo Letai's army. There is no need to fight to the death. The purpose of this campaign is to break the morale of the army."
"The last general takes orders!"
Yuan Sikong stepped forward and walked to Liang Huiyong's side: "Lord General Banner, while you are fighting, you must order the soldiers to shout a word."
"What words?"
A trace of viciousness flashed in Yuan Sikong's eyes: "'Reinforcements have arrived, the camp has been attacked, and Zhuo Letai has been defeated'!"
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The 500 cavalry led by Liang Huiyong were the last troops of Guangning. At this time, Guangning was as fragile as an eggshell, and it would collapse at the touch of a touch. This was their only and last chance of survival.
Although Liang Huiyong is young, he is extremely brave and not as reckless as Hu Baicheng. More good luck less.
Everyone watched as the Guangning cavalry charged forward, circled a semicircle, avoided the elite soldiers behind Zhuo Letai, and went straight to the central army. Although the army traveled far away, one could still see the five hundred cavalry joining the tens of thousands of troops, which seemed so small in comparison.
However, the imaginary picture of mud cows entering the sea and disappearing without a trace did not appear. Those five hundred warriors were like wolves entering a herd of sheep, slaughtering all directions, and quickly rushed Zhuo Letai's central army into chaos. It was truncated at the middle.
Yuan Sikong's breathing became more and more rapid, because of excitement.
As he expected, although there were only 500 cavalry, they displayed the power of 5,000 cavalry.
The reason why Liang Huiyong was able to charge Duan Zhuo Letai's central army was not because the five hundred men were born into the world, nor was it that the firecrackers were so powerful. There were three reasons for this. First, the central army was composed of infantry and mechanical soldiers. The infantry itself had the upper hand, and the horses whizzed by, reaping heads like wheat; second, Liang Huiyong came suddenly, and the central army was unprepared. , and the most important point, Jin Bing's momentum has declined, and his fighting spirit has died.
Halfway through the siege, the commander suddenly ordered gold to withdraw the troops for no reason. The soldiers were already suspicious, and they failed to attack the city three times. So many people died, which made them lose confidence. At this time, five hundred cavalry suddenly rushed into the central army. , Shouting "Reinforcements have arrived, the camp has been attacked, and Zhuo Letai has been defeated", they couldn't help but not believe it, and their morale plummeted in an instant.
So the Central Route Army did not want to resist, but fled in all directions. As soon as the Central Route Army ran, the entire army collapsed from the center to the surroundings. Even if Zhuo Letai, who was at the rear of the army, discovered that the army in the middle had changed, he had no time to stop it. He saw his tens of thousands of troops turned into a mess in an instant, and he was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered in front of the five hundred cavalry.
The soldiers of Guangning stood on the city wall and watched Zhuo Letai's army collapse with their own eyes. They were so excited that they shed tears.
Yuan Mao hugged Yuan Sikong tightly, choked up and said, "Kong'er, you saved Guangning."
Yuan Sikong's eyes became hot, and tears fell. He wiped away the tears vigorously: "Father, this is the result of the common hatred between the army and the people in Guangning. It's too early to see if Zhuo Letai will completely withdraw from the army."
"He won't come again." Yuan Mao shook his head, "Father is sure he won't dare to come again."
Yuan Sikong thought so too. This battle definitely hurt Zhuo Letai's vitality. Maybe the number of people who died was not as many as the previous two sieges, but the blow to him and his morale was unprecedented. After a while, their reinforcements must have arrived by then.
Guangning, really kept it.