Teeth, fiery eyes, as long as the tough bone of Beiliang is defeated, the general situation will be in Beimang's hands. In the future, those who can resist the iron cavalry going south will not rely on the famous Liyang generals. It's just a city. Thinking of this, Dong Zhuo went to a side table in the tent. On the table was a wooden model of the three cities in the gourd mouth. It was made by a skilled craftsman. All the important cities in Beiliang, specially let the frontline generals know the structure of Beiliang city. There are eight pieces in Youzhou on the Eastern Front, and three pieces are temporarily displayed in the tent. At that time, the carriage was bumped, and the wooden pieces imitated according to Changgeng City were bumped to pieces. To put it bluntly, the guy who relied on his surname Yelu held his nose and said that he loved it. At that time, there were dozens of strong followers behind him, all of whom had already drawn their swords, and they almost cut down those military fighters if they disagreed. Then, within a few days, an imperial decree arrived, that clan member was beheaded on the spot, and all the accompanying followers were killed! The brand-new wooden parts of Chang Gung City were also sent, and the servant who delivered the decree only said to the official's backer, "This thing was personally supervised by the Taiping Order", so the trembling General Yelu immediately stopped calling for grievances for his nephew. thought.
Jun Jilang once again explained to the generals in the tent the structure made of wooden lying bows, explaining what is meant by crenelated walls, what is meant by female walls, what is meant by horse-faced piers, and the configuration of crossbows in various places, interspersed with the Central Plains of a certain dynasty Battle of the city.
When the dry-mouthed Jun Jilang finally finished speaking, Dong Zhuo said in a deep voice: "Everyone, the cities in the Central Plains have many structures and exquisite layouts. You must remember one thing. As siege generals, we know more about how to defend some cities. Then we, Bei Mang Erlang, can live countless more!"
Dong Zhuo raised his arm and pointed in the direction of the mouth of the gourd, "Wowing Gong City is the first city in Youzhou, in order to pull it out, we must have thousands or even tens of thousands of people killed there, destined not to be able to return to the grassland Hometown. Of course, I hope that everyone in our army can enter the hinterland of Youzhou alive, and even fight all the way to their Xiangfan in Liyang, and to the southern border guarded by King Yanchi, so as to see what the sea looks like! But this is unrealistic, people will die in a war, otherwise General Yang Yuanzan would not fight this battle with the heart of death."
Dong Zhuo's face suddenly turned ferocious, and he said sharply, "I, Dong Zhuo, came here today, and I just wanted to tell you a few words from my heart!"
"Even if I, Bei Mang Erlang, were to die, I would die further south!"
"If you want to die, don't die in the barren and narrow Beiliang, but in the fertile Central Plains, under the city of Tai'an, or on the coast of the South China Sea!"
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The 90,000 vanguard army of Beimang poured into the gourd mouth like a flood from a dike breach, and the beacon towers of the fortress were like inconspicuous stones on the shoal, submerged in an instant.
At the northernmost point of Hulukou, a fortress was erected, together with six beacon towers, one hundred and ninety-seven soldiers from Youzhou, without a single arrow left, died in battle.
Qingfengzhai was destroyed, and 362 people died in battle with all their cold knives out of their sheaths.
White Horse Fort was destroyed, two hundred and thirteen people died in battle, and there was no smoke in the fort.
In Zaomazhai, the core of the fort group in the north of Hulukou, corpses were strewn all over the place. Except for the badly damaged Beimang cavalry who stabbed the corpse in the back, no one died on the way to escape, and the wounds were all in front of the body!
The eighteen large and small fortresses around Zaomazhai, except for the last Jiming fortress in the south, were all broken by the Beimang army.
No one descended.
Jiming Village is different from other fortresses that are mostly built in river valleys. It is located on the steep cliff of a low mountain. Numerous Beimang cavalry troops galloped past on both sides of the mountain, roaring like the wind. Probably in order to pursue the speed of soldiers, and wanted to advance to the outside of Wogong City as quickly as possible, and ignored this isolated and insignificant small village.
In the village, not even the captain, but only the deputy lieutenant, the chief general of the Zhima officer, gathered all the soldiers, more than two hundred and thirty people. Everyone could clearly hear the loud trampling sound of Beimang's horseshoes at the foot of the mountain, as well as the strange cries of those Beimanzi galloping their horses.
The deputy lieutenant of Jiming Village, Tang Yanchao, is a tall, middle-aged man. He is a typical veteran of the border. Alcohol is prohibited in the army. Several times it was because of alcoholism. Every time he drank, Tang Yanchao would brag to most of his young subordinates that he was the personal guard of Wei Tieshan, the former deputy commander of the cavalry army, and how he followed General Wei to kill all directions in Beimang in the early years. The young people in the village were swayed by hearing it at first, but after listening to those things year after year, their ears became callused, so every time Deputy Captain Tang boasted after drinking, many people would start shaking their heads and making faces. If Tang Yanchao didn't Drunk to death, seeing these little bastards imitating his own tone behind his back, he was not very angry, he would just swear that you bastards don't know how to respect heroes.
In the past, Tang Yanchao, who didn't wear neat armor even if there were generals from Youzhou who came to inspect the stockade, was meticulously dressed for the first time. He even shaved off his scruffy beard and whiskers. If it was normal, there would definitely be some brave young soldiers who would come forward and say with a hippie smile, the deputy lieutenant looks like a dog, why haven't he found his sister-in-law yet. But at this moment, the vast majority of people only have a heavy heart, and they can't squeeze out a smile. The old men in the stockade stood beside Tang Yanchao, silently checking their armor and crossbows.
Tang Yanchao looked around, and said in a calm tone: "Those who are not over twenty years old, and those who are alone at home, all stand obediently! No, take a step forward!"
Not counting Tang Yanchao and the seven people on the left and right sides of him, there were two hundred and twenty-one people in front of him. At a rough glance, more than half of them came out.
Tang Yanchao raised his eyes and suddenly pointed at a soldier with a baby face and laughed and cursed: "Bai Youfu, if I remember correctly, you are only eighteen years old, and you don't even have fifteen years old. Go back to me!"
Look, the deputy lieutenant managed to put on some airs of "my official". After just a few words, he immediately revealed his secrets. He said a word to me, and he deserved to be unable to get rid of that adverb for a lifetime.
The soldier named Bai Youfu blushed, and said loudly: "Father said, it's a matter of course for soldiers to fight and get paid, so it is also right to go to battle and kill the enemy!"
Tang Yanchao supported the Beiliang knife on his waist that was newly replaced this year, and said with a smile: "Then your mother didn't tell you not to work hard?"
Bai Youfu's face was full of embarrassment, and he said softly: "You really said it."
Suddenly there was laughter.
After Tang Yanchao raised his hand, he returned to the previous silence.
The deputy lieutenant, who probably hadn't even heard of the Governor of Youzhou, said in a deep voice, "General Yan had an order earlier that we only need to defend the Hulukou Fortress and not go out to meet the enemy!"
Tang Yanchao paused, "So this time I went out to kill the barbarians. I, Tang Yanchao, disobeyed the military orders and stood where I was. Those who stayed in the village and took a step forward didn't need to go down the mountain. Yes, if you go down the mountain, you will be confessed in this life. At the foot of the mountain, there is nothing to hide, no one is a fool! I, Tang Yanchao, have lived for more than forty years, and have fought for more than forty times, which is more than once a year. Apart from not finding a wife in this life, I have nothing to say. Those of you who haven’t even reached the age of twenty are still too early to live! Live well!”
Tang Yanchao pointed to the north, and said viciously: "I can't be a captain, I can't be a high official, I don't want to be ashamed! But Li Jing, Hu Lin, and Liu Zhiyuan in the northern village must have died in battle. If I hide Immortal, I can't afford to lose this face! Even if I can afford to lose this face, our Jiming Village can't afford to lose it either!"
Tang Yanchao roared angrily: "Those who come out, follow me! At the bottom, there is no military law, Tang Yanchao will have a drink with you brothers!"
On this day, one hundred and forty-eight people, including Deputy Captain Tang Yanchao of Jiming Village, died first at the foot of the mountain outside the village.
Afterwards, the remaining 80 people, all under the age of 20, died in battle.
Among them, Bai Youfu was stabbed through the neck with a machete by a Northern Mang cavalry soldier who was accelerating the charge.
Before he died, he had only one thought, if he could reach the territory of Beimang, it would be even better to die there.
Not long after, a grey-haired and majestic veteran stopped his horse at the foot of the mountain. After dismounting, he looked at the bloody battlefield where the corpses were divided into two groups. How much is it damaged?"
The general wiped his face fiercely, "The bows and crossbows in Youzhou Fortress are extremely sharp, and everyone fights to the end. I only know that more than 4,000 of us died in the battle, and even more were injured."
It was Yang Yuanzan, the coach of the Eastern Front, with a serious face, and sighed heavily. He hadn't seen the city of Wogong in the three cities of Hulukou, let alone Yan Wenluan's elite infantry.
Yang Yuanzan looked at the Jiming Village on the mountain that was destined to be empty, and said to himself: "This battle cannot be fought."