Soldiers are impermanent, water is impermanent, and the way of war is ever-changing. The so-called military heart is often not so simple to grasp, but if one really wants to quantify and generalize, there are actually quite a few things that are sufficiently universal.
From ancient times to the present, the real collapse of the army has never been a physical blow. A person's consciousness is wrapped in the will of thousands of people. What he thinks has never been the focus. What really determines the outcome is often the If each person's opinion of the whole group can be summed up and taken as an average, it is the strength of the army.
Strict training, everyone around him has a strong physique, there is a reason for not retreating, strict military regulations, every drill that is forbidden by orders. When all these things come to the end, they are actually adding a bargaining chip in people's hearts, "we are strong", "we will never retreat", the heavier the bargaining, the stronger the army will be. It's such a simple thing, and to achieve it, it takes a lot of hard work.
The Liangshan people were originally an army with such a belief when they descended the mountain, but their "strong" cognition did not come from training and military regulations, but in every snatch and slaughter, they looked at the fear of the enemy. Gradually, when the Wu Dynasty was troubled by internal and external troubles, friends from the three mountains and five mountains gathered over to give everyone a sense of confidence in the general trend. It is a pity that this confidence that Shandong is no longer invincible has really suppressed too many hidden dangers.
When these things were detonated once in a few days and the battlefield killing unfolded, not many people thought they would retreat. They still want to win, want to win. It is a pity that the so-called military heart has never been on this. But when the opposite side shouts such rumors, people will feel "impossible" or "possible" in their hearts.
The mentality that is only separated by a line, when combined into the heart of the army, determines the attribution of thousands of people's lives.
The sun shines on the clouds, rendering the afternoon scene brighter, and on the Zhujiazhuang, the shouting and killing continued, and it never stopped. Zhuang Nei's shouting continued excitedly, and groups of people rushed to the stone wall, and then were killed again. Only the middle and high-level generals in Liangshan can understand that the casualties on their side are continuously increasing, and as time goes by, the fighting spirit of the soldiers in Liangshan is still decreasing.
Just an hour. The number of casualties on Liangshan's side is probably close to 3,000. This is due to the huge damage caused by the desperate attacks of many leaders on Liangshan. Countless flags rushed over and were pressed back. The circle of stone walls in Zhujiazhuang is becoming stronger and taller in the eyes of everyone in Liangshan.
And come to this time. The rate of casualties on Liangshan's side has begun to slow down. When the initial frenzy passed, and amid the constant shouting inside, the morale of the army was shaken, and after the brothers who rushed to the stone wall were drowned, the soldiers charged forward. There have been some hesitations, even some small and medium leaders. Everyone began to weigh whether withdrawing troops was the right way, and no one thought that 15,000 people would end up fighting a war of attrition with 3,000 people.
"What's there to say! Don't you know this from the beginning! If we can't defeat this Zhuangzi, we will not be able to go back!" On the side of the battlefield, Lu Zhishen bandaged the wound, lifted the Zen staff, and began to organize the next wave of Attacking, he has already killed his eyes red at the moment, "The one with the seeds will rush with the Sa family again!"
On the other side, Lin Chong and other generals continued to cheer for their subordinates. When brothers or subordinates who knew each other in the mountains hesitantly came over to ask if they wanted to retain their strength, and if they wanted to retreat if they were like this. But it was also these leaders who had opposed the storm before Song Jiang mobilized, and chose the most resolute attack at this time.
The military's heart is already in chaos, and if someone comes to ask them, they may be able to suppress it, but in such an army, I don't know how many people may already have such thoughts in their hearts, but they are unwilling to say it. question.
But when the bow was opened, there was no turning back.
For everyone in Liangshan, it was an extremely huge pressure to bear the huge casualties that were accumulating continuously, and to feel the collapse of the military's morale and morale. But for the people of Zhujiazhuang, with a mere 3,000 people to resist such a wave of attacks, even if Liangshan's combat power has been depressed to an outrageous level at this time, they will never be without pressure. The number of casualties also accumulated on their heads. The attacking side, in any case, still has tens of thousands of people, which can continue to be saturated, but the defending side is also saturated.
When they can't maintain a saturated defense, the real opportunity will come.
Ning Yi, who was always guarded by a shield in Zhujiazhuang, could clearly feel this. The wounded, the dead, the women in Zhuangzi, and the cries of filial piety, who were constantly being carried off, also spread anxiety in everyone's heart, and some people even rushed over and cried and asked, "The court's Where is the army! Where is the army of the court!"
Zhu Biao and others have been cheering up the people in Zhuangzi: "You saw it! Liangshan's chops are getting weaker and weaker! They can't fight anymore! If we hold on today, they will die—"
Liangshan's people are indeed getting weaker and weaker, but the charge led by the leader is still not to be underestimated. Ning Yi had already separated the crossbows around him to deal with these elite fighters. At the same time, the various propaganda that had been arranged before were also playing a role, but as to how the war situation would develop, how would the people in Liangshan hold out? It is possible to collapse to the extent that he is inexperienced in actual combat, and he can't actually see it.
There are many hills above Liangshan. However, when many of the leaders on the opposite side are still rational, they are able to maintain the control of the opponents at the bottom line, and continue to use their own charm to lead some of the men to attack.
At this time, if there is really a big leader who can defect on the battlefield, it may decide the direction of the war. It's a pity that even though many people can see that Liangshan might be defeated, they can't give them such confidence if they want to throw them over.
Ability to play. Now that the game is over, Ning Yi leads the people around the village. Try to fill in the loopholes that you can see, and fight back waves of attacks. At the same time, at the moment when the battle situation has reached a fever pitch, some things are quietly happening in the prison cell in Zhujiazhuang. Several men who have been detained here have used the tools to realize the preparation to open the door of the cell. Lock.
for several days. Ning Yi gave the prisoners back a task, and after they finished, they could come back to accept the protection of Zhujiazhuang. Of course, this kind of shelter will not be treated as a guest immediately, but will still be kept in the cell, given some food and drink, and dealt with after the war, so as to avoid accidents. Also because of this pattern. Before that, Wu Yong deliberately chose some people and returned to Zhujiazhuang to prepare for the confrontation. Just when Zhu Jiazhuang was too busy to take care of himself, and even the cell guards were no longer enough, they cleared the obstacles and quietly rushed out of the cell.
What greeted them was chaos and beacon on all sides. Zhuangzi is like an island in the rain of debate, constantly shaking under the huge offensive...
The firewood branches that were still burning were slammed down by the crowd of stone walls.
Zhang Shun rolled on the ground, passed a half-burnt corpse, and rushed towards the crowd on the side.
"Brother Zhang..."
"superior-"
During the attack, he shouted hoarsely. He also knew the little leader who led the attack. Zhang Shun shouted, grabbed the ladder and rushed up. Zhang Shun followed closely. However, before climbing to the stone wall, blood flew out from above, a spear stabbed the little leader's body, and stabbed him down. The blood-stained spear stabbed down, and Zhang Shun waved his knife to block it. Seeing more people coming, he had to retreat again.
The sea of arms was intertwined, and the point of Liangshan's choice to attack was constantly changing. Zhang Shun was running in the battle formation. After a while, he joined Yang Zhi and grabbed a chance. He carried three long ladders and led his men. Soldiers attacked head to head. They killed a few people on the city wall, and after gathering more than a dozen brothers, seeing that Zhu Biao brought people to kill them, they immediately abandoned this spot on the wall and rushed into the village with a dozen people.
The wave-like attack has already overwhelmed Zhujiazhuang's defense. As long as his side causes chaos in the village, the other party must send more people to surround them, and they can completely rush to kill any point on the stone wall. Although Zhang Shun was nicknamed "Bai Tiao in the Waves", he was highly skilled in martial arts and had a valiant temperament. In cooperation with Yang Zhi, even though there were only a dozen people, he was not afraid of anything, and rushed to the other side of the stone wall in a blink of an eye. They rushed through a few houses and killed two villagers who passed by. Suddenly, they saw an iron shield flashing past on the other side of the road running parallel to the house.
"Haha, Hunyuan Thunderbolt!"
Yang Zhi ran all the way, pointed to the other side and whispered to Zhang Shun, "Kill him."
More than a dozen people rushed over, reached the intersection in front, turned and rushed over there. On the road on that side, a figure finally appeared, the iron shield, the crossbow bearer, and the noble boy surrounded by the center, heading towards this side. side turned his head.
"Kill—" Yang Zhi held the knife in both hands and rushed forward frantically, as did Zhang Shun. The crossbow on the opposite side had already been raised and aimed at this side. There was really no time for hesitation, but suddenly, Zhang Shun saw that face. , the other side stood there, tilted his head.
"Hunyuan Thunderbolt" Lei Feng, before this, even if Liangshan's side has been tossed, he still thinks the other party is a big trouble, but to be honest, he doesn't have much feelings for this person, When Yang Zhi said to kill him, he also thought: Naturally, I want to kill him.
But at this moment, mixed feelings arise in the heart with the appearance of that person, this person is... this person is...
Remember the blood and fire that day...
The other party let out a sigh, and said, "Ah... Zhang Shun."
Outside the stone wall, some of the people who attacked Zhuangzi suddenly heard a hoarse cry: "Aaaaaaaaa-"
In fact, they can often hear such shouts. When everyone launched a desperate charge against the stone wall, they were mixed with courage and shouted to fight against fear. Only outside the stone wall, a few people could still hear it. Who does the voice belong to
They just didn't understand why Zhang Shun shouted such a voice in the village.
This side was the closest to the Tupo where Song Jiang and others watched the battle. Xi Junyu and the others looked at the stone wall, and they were still saying: "Brother Zhang Shun and Brother Yang Zhi have already entered, and when they create chaos, there may be a chance..." Vaguely, this shout came, and everyone They all listened with bated breath, and then, a little disturbance, as expected, came out from the stone wall, where there was a fight.
"Strike! Call the nearby brothers to attack!" Xi Junyu pointed at the place and shouted, asking the soldiers to send a signal, and the nearby leader, Lin Chong, led the people to encircle them. Before the ladder was set up, suddenly, a figure appeared on the stone wall. It was a few back figures who were madly forced to retreat, forced to the stone wall, and then stabbed out of the wall. Among them was Zhang Shun's figure. Several crossbow arrows were stabbed. At this time, several iron shields and long spears were continuously pierced from behind. Zhang Shun's body was pierced in the air by two or three long spears, and then fell.
Several iron shields stood beside the wall, and the crossbow at the back began to shoot down the wall. Song Jiang was tearful, looking at it with tears in his eyes. At this time, another change suddenly happened on the stone wall.
Several men came over from the side and suddenly rushed into the shield formation on the stone wall.
Wu Yong stood up under the tree supporting the trunk: "Haha, shot! Shot! My arrangement worked! Kill him! Kill him!"
The sudden attack caused a small area of confusion on the stone wall. Everyone watched intently. Even a scout came from behind quickly and reported something to Song Jiang and Wu Yong. Wu Yong waved hard. Let him stop arguing. Xi Junyu looked at Wu Yong's performance and understood something: "Continue to attack! Cooperate and continue to attack!"
The fighting on the stone wall was violent and fierce, and the people Wu Yong arranged had a lot of experience in assassination. The soldiers next to the guard couldn't react in time. Two people were killed, and an iron shield fell. Song Jiang, Wu Yong and the others watched intently, as did Xi Junyu. Finally, the two of them attacked Lei Feng, the Primordial Thunderbolt Hand. After a few simple fights, the Lei Feng seemed to fly back in an embarrassment and knocked down the person next to him. Two assassins followed closely, and one was killed by the flying The spear pierced, and the other man swung a steel knife and slashed straight down.
Xi Junyu and Wu Yong gritted their teeth and took a step.
A bang sounded on the stone wall, and blood spurted out from behind the assassin.
Suddenly, the surroundings seemed to be empty, Xi Junyu's words that had already reached his throat, were suddenly unable to speak because he realized something.
Not far away, Li Kui, who was picking up his axe and preparing to rush to kill, was stunned for a moment when he heard the voice. There were two other people near the Tupo, each with different reactions. "Jin Mao Hu" Yan Shun.
On the stone wall, the noble gentleman pushed away the body of the assassin who rushed over. Under the tree here, Wu used his hand to pat the tree trunk slowly: "It's still... failed..." He sighed, but At this time, the frustration that arises is not much. Thinking of the spy who just came over to report, he seemed to have anxiously said "Wu Rui Camp", and when he turned around to ask, he suddenly found that the expressions of several brothers were wrong: "What's wrong?"
Yan Shun looked over there, stretched out his finger, opened his mouth, and after subconsciously glanced at Xi Junyu, his lips seemed to be a little dry: "That is... that is... "
Song Jiang turned his head: "Unfortunately, I still couldn't kill that Hunyuan Thunderbolt..."
"But that's... bloody man slaughter..."
"The one from Jiangning..." Yang Xiong murmured.
Song Jiang was stunned for a moment: "What bloody hand slaughter?" Everyone had the same question more or less. After all, their minds couldn't turn around for a while, but after a while, when everyone suddenly recalled something, it was extremely complicated and somewhat complicated. The cold and strange feeling came silently.
"...he, is he... ah?"
Surrounded by beacon smoke, the fighting continues, blood and life continue to flow, and on the continuous battlefield, a strange feeling descends here.
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