The aura of blood and chill filled the air, and the cold wind roared outside the tent, mixed with the footsteps of the crowd running between the camps. ≥In the big tent, several Jurchen generals headed by Zongwang were discussing the war. Below, the fierce general Saila who led the army to attack the city even had blood on his body. Not long ago, he even led the elites to the city wall, but The war lasted not long, but was forced down by the swarms of reinforcements from the Wu Dynasty.
After the scout came to report the situation other than Bianliang's offense and defense, there was silence in the tent for a moment, Zong Wang frowned in front, and after a long while, he waved his hand.
"So, in the Wu Dynasty, there are people who can fight? Xia Village... Why did they fail like this before?"
The anger hidden in his words made people dare not answer. After a while, the mother, who had just arrived from Mutuogang, said: "In my opinion, it may be that the people of the Wu Dynasty have gathered all the elites of the defeated soldiers, and they want to break the boat and take a risk."
"The elites of the Wu Dynasty are only by the side of their generals. Among the more than 300,000 defeated troops, even if they can be concentrated, how can they be used... But the general in this valley is said to be the son of the right minister of the Wu Dynasty in the city. It's not impossible to say this." Zong Wang looked gloomy and looked at the battle map in the center of the tent, "Bianliang is dead, forcing me to fight quickly, fortify the walls and clear the fields, cut off my food supply, and the Yellow River in spring floods. I think it was a conspiracy, and now it seems, I didn't expect it wrong. And those firearms... "
When he received the letter earlier, he guessed that the person behind it had a great connection with the ongoing hard wall clearing. Guo Yaoshi aimed at the Western Army, but secretly, many clues about the strong wall and clearing the field should be connected to this Xia Village. of. Of course, as a general. Zong Wang only had an impression of this matter in his heart, and he would not be too concerned about it. However, in the early morning of September 25, when more than 200,000 Wu Dynasty troops were destroyed, more than 20 large vehicles were exploded on the side of Wu Rui Battalion, which made some generals who attacked this direction quite concerned.
The Jurchen started in the wild, but built a country in just a few years. The first batch of generals did not follow the old fashioned way, especially their sensitivity to various things on the battlefield was quite high. Including the siege equipment, including the firearms of the Wu Dynasty, but compared to most of the siege equipment, the firearms of the Wu Dynasty are really flashy things. Although there was an explosion that night, it did not cause too much casualties to our side. So it is. It was not pursued further at that time. But this time in Xia Village, it seems a little different.
"Zhang Linghui and Liu Shunren were defeated, Guo Yaoshi must also know that this is his business, let him break through here. The only thing this commander cares about is this city of Bianliang!" Zong Wang said, his fist hit there On the table, "Siege the city for a few days. Our army has suffered more than 10,000 casualties, and the casualties of the Wu Dynasty are more than five times higher than our army's. Their fighting strength is so weak that our army has broken through the city defense several times. In the end, the city could not be broken. ? Have you ever encountered such a thing before!?"
Zong Wang's eyes were stern, and everyone had lowered their heads. The attack and defense in front of them is for them. It also seems incomprehensible. The military of the Wu Dynasty is not without elites, but as Zongwang said, most of the fighting consciousness and skills are not very powerful. In the past few days, the elite of the Jurchen army cooperated with the siege machinery to attack the city. Results can be achieved every time - in a head-to-head confrontation, even if the opponent must summon up his will, he is by no means an opponent of the Jurchen elite soldiers, not to mention that many soldiers of the Wu Dynasty do not have such a will. Once a small-scale defeat, the Jurchen soldiers will kill. For example, the situation of chopping melons and vegetables has occurred several times.
However, this situation cannot be expanded. If on the battlefield, the front army collapses and the rear troops flee like an avalanche, it is not the first time that the Jurchen troops have encountered it, but this time, a small-scale defeat will always be suppressed in a small area.
After a small-scale defeat and massacre on the Bianliang City Wall, reinforcements from the military and civilians of the Wu Dynasty would swarm over again. They swarmed over, and under the fierce attack of the Jurchen, they would only encounter a rout. The troop and the fourth troop will still come in, and the reinforcements from the rear are like a vast ocean, and in the end, it will actually cause psychological pressure on the Jurchen soldiers.
It is not true heroism that supports these people. They have never experienced such a high-intensity fight. Even if they are urged to rush up by blood, once they face blood and corpses, their reactions will slow down, their vision will be narrowed, their heartbeats will speed up, and they will also endure pain. Definitely not as good as a real female soldier. For real Jurchen elites, even if their stomachs are cut open and their legs are cut off, they will roar and stab the enemy. Ordinary minor injuries will not affect their combat power. Lying on the ground and being slaughtered, even if they fought head-on, five or six of them could not exchange the life of a Jurchen soldier. Such a defense should have been vulnerable.
But now, the death toll of the Jurchen army has exceeded 5,000, and the number of casualties has exceeded 10,000, including the soldiers who were injured and affected their combat effectiveness. In the Bianliang City in front of me, I don't know how many people have died. Their city defenses were smashed in several places, blood was poured over and over again, and they were scorched black everywhere in the flames. In the heavy snow, the soldiers on the city wall Cowardly and fearful, but even the Jurchen generals in front of them had no idea when they would be able to break through this city.
It can definitely be broken, but... Do you really want to smash all the soldiers in your hands? Where is their bottom line and what is it that drives them to make such a desperate defense. Just thinking about it makes me feel weird. At this time, the news of this battle in Xia Village came out, which made people feel annoyed.
"As a capital of a country, if you want to fight quickly, I admit that I underestimated it before. However, the people of the Wu Dynasty use the residents of the city as their defenders, and their blood may be available for a while. I will level this city! I will not block the sword for ten days!"
There are millions of residents in the city of Bianliang. If they really want to drain the will of everyone in the city in such a confrontation, the number of people who are to be killed on this city wall will not be more than 200,000. It is conceivable that at this step, the army under his command has also suffered heavy casualties. But in any case, the city in front of me has become a place that must be captured! Zong Wang's fist hit the table, and after a while, he punched and made a decision...
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Just when Zong Wang and others were surprised by the city's tenacity, inside Bianliang City. Some people were surprised by the same thing. In fact, both parties and non-parties have never thought about the development these days.
Zhou Zhe had prepared for escape several times, and the news that the city defense had been breached came again and again. The news of the Jurchen being kicked out has come again and again. He didn't pay any attention to the city defense - things in the world were so strange, when he was mentally prepared for Bianliang to be broken, sometimes he even felt strange and lost for "holding it again" - but in Jurchen Under such an all-out attack, the city wall was able to hold for so long, which also made people feel a faint sense of excitement.
It turned out that the people in this city are so loyal, how could the people's hearts be so useful if it wasn't for Wang Hua's broadness.
these two days. He looked at some news that the subjects bravely defended the city and died together with the Jurchen Wealth Wolf, and his heart was also vaguely excited.
- It's not like we can't fight!
His mentality at this time can also be regarded as the mentality of many residents in the city today. At least in the propaganda in front of the public opinion organization, in the battles for days, everyone has seen that the Jurchen is not really invincible, and there are many heroic people in the city. Time and time again, the Jurchen army was blocked from the city, and the next. It seems there will be no exceptions.
However, another news that came this afternoon made Zhou Zhe's mood somewhat complicated.
He smashed the pen wash in front of the desk on the ground. But then I felt that I shouldn't be like this. After all, it's a good thing.
In the summer village. Qin Shaoqian and others have been surrounded by the Changsheng Army, but it seems that... a small victory.
Zhou Zhe felt that he should be happy to win the battle, but... Qin Shaoqian's name made him very uncomfortable.
Relying on the power of the Xiangfu, did you start to pull all the elite soldiers under your command? Blindly, his heart can be punished!
The chief eunuch Du Chengxi heard the sound of the pen washer smashing and rushed in. Zhou Zhe came out from behind the desk, put his hands on his back, and walked to the door of the study, where the snow was falling in the yard.
"Du Chengxi, soldiers are fierce and fighting in danger, and those in adversity know people's hearts. You say, this people's hearts are still on our side?"
He looked at the wind and snow for a while before slowly opening his mouth, Du Chengxi hurried over, and answered carefully: "Your Majesty, these few days, the soldiers have used their lives, the subjects have gone to the city to defend, and heroically killed the enemy. The merits. Although the barbarians are fierce for a while, they are not as deep as our martial arts education and inner meaning. The slaves listen to the discussions of the ministers in the court.
Zhou Zhe was silent for a moment: "I know what you said. It's just... You said that the people's hearts are with me or those old things... "
Du Chengxi opened his mouth for a moment and said, "Your Majesty, you are the Son of Heaven, the 9th Five-year-old, the people in the city are so brave, it is because Your Majesty is sitting here. Otherwise, look at other cities, which one can withstand such a strong attack by the Jurchen. Yes. The ministers in the DPRK are only doing things on behalf of His Majesty."
"You can talk." Zhou Zhe said, and after a while, smiled, "However, it makes sense. Du Chengxi, if there is a chance, I would like to go out for a walk, go to the north, and take a look at the city defense."
"Your Majesty, the soldiers outside are fierce and dangerous..."
"Needless to say." Zhou Zhe waved his hand, "I know what I have in mind, and it's not today, so don't make a noise here. Maybe it will take a while... They are fighting at the top of the city, I can't worry about them, if it is possible, I just want to see, and I have a clue."
He didn't want to say more to the other party, and then waved: "You go down."
To the northeast of the city, in the falling snow, what Qin Siyuan saw was another scene.
It was a row of corpses lined up in the square in front of them. The corpses were covered with cloth and stretched from the front of the field of vision towards the distance.
More than 30,000 corpses are displayed here, and this number is still increasing.
Even on such a snowy day, the bloody smell and the decaying aura that gradually emerged still permeated the surroundings. Qin Siyuan walked beside him with a cane, and Monk Jue Ming followed him.
"Do you know how many Jurchen casualties were?"
"One-tenth? Or more?"
Qin Siyuan held a cane in his right hand, and almost said it through his teeth: "This is the defender of the city!"
"After all, he's not good at fighting." The monk's face was calm, "A little bloody, but not enough for morale, it's good to be able to go up."
The two stood in front of the corpses for a moment. Qin Siyuan said slowly: "Jurchen's food and forage are seven out of ten, but the rest can still be used for twenty days to a month."
"Shaoqian and Liheng have done their best. Xia Cun can win. There may be a chance of survival."
"One silver lining... With two or three hundred miles of strong walls and clear fields, even if the Jurchen is invincible, the sky is still high and the sea is vast..." Qin Siyuan walked towards the front, and after a while, he said, "Monk, we can't wait here any longer. ."
Jue Ming followed, wearing a soapy white monk's robe. Still expressionless. The two have a deep friendship. The conversation at this time was not a discussion between the boss and the subordinate. Many things are just to be done, and it is only a matter of mind.
"...In the past few days, the family members of the deceased outside want to bring the body back. Their son and husband have already sacrificed. There are more and more people who want to belong to... "
"... Take it back. Where is it buried?"
"Ugh… "
"... No wait... let's burn it."
The wind and snow on this day seemed calm.
Xia Village Valley, after the first victory, from morning to evening, the lively atmosphere in the valley did not calm down. This was also because after the defeat in the morning, the Zhang and Liu troops outside. He didn't dare to attack again.
Heaps of bonfires were lit, and the smell of meat wafted out. Everyone was still talking enthusiastically about the battle in the morning, and some brave soldiers who killed the enemy were elected to share their experiences with their companions. In the wounded barracks, people came and went. Soldiers who knew each other came to visit their comrades, encouraged each other a few words, and said to each other, "It's nothing to complain about the army!"
"It's a bit easy to win this game. I'm afraid they will be arrogant." In the room, Ning Yi was cutting the roast meat into pieces, placing them on the plate next to them, and taking them out by Hongti. It was distributed to generals such as Qin Shaoqian from outside. Hongti didn't participate in the battle today, she was clean and tidy, and when she was by Ning Yi's side, she didn't seem to have any murderous intent. She was a little unhappy about Ning Yi being a cook and doing it herself, naturally because she didn't think it fit Ning Yi's identity. , but Ning Yi didn't mind.
"Half of the stored meat is used up this time."
"It's alright, after a battle, you can fight a tooth sacrifice. I'm afraid many of them won't be able to eat it until the end."
Ning Yi explained this. After a while, he and Hongti carried a large plate out. At this time, by the big bonfire outside the room, many warriors who had killed the enemy today were invited over, and Ning Yi took it out. Dividing the meat one by one on the plate: "I roasted it! I roasted it! All of them! Take one piece for each person! Two pieces are also fine, take more... Hey, can you eat if you have an injury on your body? Forget it, Take it quickly!"
Since the formation of this camp in Xia Village, Ning Yi has always shown himself as a stern workaholic and unfathomable counselor. At this time, he seems friendly, but the soldiers around the bonfire who have a lot of blood on their hands today do not dare to be too presumptuous. After a while, Yue Fei came up from below: "The defense is good, I have told them to cheer up. But Zhang Linghui and the others should not plan to attack again today."
"You can't make a strong attack in the morning, and it's meaningless to make a sneak attack at night." Qin Shaoqian came over from the side and stretched out a piece of barbecue, "Zhang Linghui and Liu Shunren are also famous generals who have been battle-hardened. If they want to attack again, they must be ready. "
"Is one day enough?" Ning Yi handed the plate to Yue Fei, Yue Fei cupped his hands and took the one with the least fat.
"The equipment preparation is not enough, but the offensive preparation must be enough."
"That's tomorrow." Ning Yi nodded.
"It must be tomorrow." Qin Shaoqian finished eating the meat, looked into the distance, and sighed.
The wind and snow fell outside the valley, and the firelight extended along the slopes on both sides of the valley. Outside the camp, the soldiers on duty were still watching intently into the distance. When the wind blew through the mountains and snowfields, it felt chilly. Outside the valley, there was still a continuous fire. Zhang Linghui and Liu Shunren were still intensively preparing for the attack.
The next day is the second day of December. In Bianliang City, the Jurchens continued to attack the city defense. They changed their attack strategy slightly. Most of the time, they were no longer obsessed with breaking the city, but obsessed with killing people. The generals defending the city discovered the increase in the number of dead and wounded, and the pressure was even greater than before, and they were still piling up on the defensive line of the city. At the moment when Bianliang was crumbling, the battle in Xia Village had just begun.
Zhang Linghui and Liu Shunren continued to attack the Xia Village camp.
This time, instead of a saturated mass attack, they focused on feints and resilient skirmish charges. On the circular snow slopes around the summer village camp, large swathes of charges kept appearing, and then quickly retreated. What really caused the damage were the large-scale projectile arrows, including the incoming rockets—in such a In the weather, it is not easy for rockets to ignite the wood around and inside. Ning Yi and others have basically made preparations for fire prevention, but in such weather and environment, once they are hit by a rocket, the arrows and burns will cause them to burn quickly. lose power.
Of course, in such a pair of bows and arrows, the casualty rate between the two sides is not high. Zhang Linghui and Liu Shunren have also shown their keen side as generals. Although the charging soldiers advanced and then retreated, they maintained their position at all times. The possible charging posture, this day, they only launched a real attack on a few non-critical points of the camp defense, and then they all retreated. Due to the impossibility of a large-scale victory, Xia Village did not fire the elm cannon again, and both sides were testing each other's nerves and tenacity.
"It's nothing, just let them run over, let's wait and see who can afford it!"
With their shields on, several senior generals in Xia Village ran among the arrows that were shot occasionally, cheering for everyone in charge of the barracks: "However, no one can take it lightly and be ready to go up and fight them hard at any time!"
On this night, although the casualties caused by the shooting were not high, among the soldiers in Xia Village, the accumulated mental pressure was generally not small. , but rather a sense of responsibility to the battlefield. Under such circumstances, everyone maintained a sense of tension, and in the evening, it generally took a lot of effort for the resentment of the army not to charge.
Of course, this is what they have to bear.
On the third day of the first month of December, the situation was still the same, but in the afternoon, when it was almost evening, the resentful army launched a frontal attack like a tide. After a few rounds of arrows that were no different from the previous arrows, suddenly, the whistling sound of shouting and killing came from all over the mountains and plains! Under the gray sky, in an instant, all people rushed out of the woodland. They carried wooden ladders and shields, and rushed towards the surrounding camp. At the front of the camp, several carts decorated with thick shields were pushed by soldiers and rolled in the direction full of horses and trenches.
Behind the frantically rushing army formation, the banners with the words "Everlasting Victory Army" and "Guo" fluttered in the wind, hunting and roaring. This is the evening of the third day, and Pharmacist Guo has arrived!
The cries of killing pierced through the mountains, the rain of arrows fluttered in the sky, the soldiers stretched out, and in the valley, countless people rushed to their positions amid the cries.
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