The sound waves roared, and around the valleys on the banks of the Yellow River, the voices of people ignited the whole night.
It was dusk in the past, but the sky was already dark, and the fire arrows back and forth were like fireflies flying in the night sky, illuminating the vision of people in the snow. Between the foothills on the west side, a large number of soldiers holding shields rushed through the snow, some of them carried ladders, and arrows fell on their shields, on their bodies, and on the snow around them. In the woods behind them, the fire was burning, and the archers who had ignited their arrows rushed out, shot arrows, and returned to the snowy forest where the bonfire was burning. At this time, you will see a large number of locust-like light spots falling on the summer village camp wall.
The covering blows fell to the high points of the wooden camp wall one after another. Too many fire arrows fell on the wood in this severe winter season, and some even burned.
At the top of the Xia Village wall, there was no sound of the elm cannon. During the charge of the Changsheng Army, there was always a considerable distance between the soldiers. They held their shields and ran outside the wall, only in certain There was a sudden onslaught at several points. The ladder was set up, and the crowd swarmed up. Inside the summer village, the defenders poured out hot boiling water, and the spears pierced from the camp wall like a forest, stabbing the elite of the Changsheng Army who tried to climb in. At the top of the wall, the woods in the distance ran out with a little spot of light. When they tried to shoot a salvo towards the top of the wall, the archers rushing inside the camp wall also shot the fire arrows at the other group of archers.
Sometimes the victorious army shoots faster, and sometimes it is the defenders of Xia Village. When the top of the wall and the ground inside and outside fell a little bit of light, and when the defending soldiers who couldn't escape were screaming and rolling on the ground with their wounds, there was another attack on the outside.
The wounded were still rolling on the ground, and the reinforcements were still in the distance. The soldiers behind the camp wall rushed out from behind the bunker and fought with the elites of the Changsheng Army who were trying to storm in.
The general responsible for the defense of the west of the camp wall and the second section of the second section was named Xu Lingming. He is short in stature, and his body is as strong as a black iron tower. He has more than 500 men under his command, and the defense is a forty-zhang-wide camp wall. At this time, under the repeated attacks of the Ever-Victorious Army, the originally abundant manpower was rapidly attrition. As far as the eye can see, there are clear and extinguished fires, running figures, the shouts of the messengers, the screams of the wounded, and on the ground inside the camp, many arrows have been inserted into the soil, and some are still burning. Since the summer village is a valley, it is impossible to see the outside from the lower part of the interior. At this time, he was standing on the high observation platform and looked out. On the slope outside the wall, the charging Changsheng Army soldiers scattered, shouted, and ran like an ant colony, only occasionally launching on a certain section of the camp wall. attack.
Farther away, countless spots of firelight in the woods were about to rush out, but they didn't know where they were going to shoot.
"They're going to rush, they're going to rush... Xu Er. Let your brother prepare! Rocket, if I say ignite, ignite. When I tell you to rush, go to the wall!"
He suddenly shouted from the watchtower. Below, Xu Er, who led the archer team, was his younger brother. He also shouted, and more than a hundred archers around immediately picked up the arrows wrapped in oilcloth. After pouring more viscous kerosene, he rushed to the bonfire and stood by. Xu Lingming quickly rushed down the watchtower and picked up his shield and long sword: "Xiao Zhuo! Brothers in the reserve team, follow me!"
Waiting in the rear bunker are more than fifty of his most elite men. At his command, he picked up his shield and long sword and rushed forward. As he ran, Xu Lingming was still noticing the colors in the sky, but he was halfway there. On the wooden wall in front of him, a soldier who was in charge of observation suddenly shouted something. He turned around, shouting and waving. Xu Lingming opened his eyes wide to look at the sky, it was still black, but the cold hair stood up behind his head.
"Look for cover—beware—"
Xu Lingming squatted down, raised his shield, and shouted vigorously. The soldiers behind him also raised their shields quickly. After that, arrows rained down in the darkness, and some people were shot to the ground. Near the wooden wall, someone was hiding behind the cover, and some soldiers who had no time to escape were shot and fell to the ground.
In the previous period, the Changsheng Army had been suppressing the defenders of Xia Village with rockets. On the one hand, burns would indeed cause huge damage to the soldiers. As the top general of this army, and as one of the famous generals in the world, Guo Yaoshi did not show excessive awe of this new thing.
When he was in the north, he had also come into contact with the immature firearms of the Wu Dynasty. At this time, he came to Xia Village and immediately responded to the existence of the Yumu Cannon: a large number of rockets were used to focus the fire on the Yumu. High on the camp wall of the wooden cannon.
I originally blocked these positions, but when the fire arrows were flying around, the window for firing the elm cannon did not dare to open at all. And in front of the battalion wall, when the soldiers were as scattered as possible, the elm cannons could not do enough damage. Therefore, during this period of time, the Xia Village party did not let the Yumu Cannon fire for the time being, but sent people to try to remove the nearby gunpowder and artillery shells.
And as the sky got darker, bursts of fire arrows flew, which basically caused the soldiers behind the wooden wall to form a conditioned reflex. Once the arrows traced the light, they immediately took the action of evasion, but at this moment, what fell was not Rocket.
Xia Village's side, suddenly suffered a big loss.
"Xu Er - fire - on the wall - kill with me -"
Xu Lingming shook his head and shouted loudly. Next to him, several injured people were screaming. Those with arrows in their thighs were crawling on the snow in front of them. Further away, Jurchen's ladder was on the camp wall.
The soldier who had warned him earlier grabbed the long knife and turned to kill the enemy. A resentful soldier had already rushed in, slashed his body with a knife, and slashed his arm out. The surrounding defenders stood up on the wall to fight. Xu Lingming roared "Ah—" and rushed towards the wall.
In the blood-splattering fight, a soldier of the Changsheng Army jumped into the wall, and the long knife slashed down with the leap. Xu Lingming raised his shield and slammed it, and the shield smashed the steel knife. His tower-like figure was the same as that. The burly northeastern men collided, and the two slammed into the camp wall with a bang, their bodies entangled, and then they slammed into blood.
"Kill the enemy-"
In the shadows, the hostile man fell down, Xu Lingming drew his sword and shouted, ahead. The soldiers of the Changsheng Army crossed the wall and entered. At the rear, the elites under Xu Lingming and the archers who ignited the rockets also swarmed towards this side. The crowd rushed up to the wall, setting off waves of blood fighting on the wooden wall. The hands rushed to the walls on both sides. It began to rain arrows in this area where the victorious army was usually concentrated.
Similar scenes are constantly happening in different places on this camp wall. In front of the main entrance of the camp, several carts decorated with shields were temporarily paralyzed due to the shooting of two crossbows and bows and arrows on the wall. To the east, they stepped on the heads and corpses in the snow. The massive harassment of the camp's defenses did not stop for a moment.
Although Zhang Linghui and Liu Shunren were temporarily out of Guo Yaoshi's control during the battle of Chaobai River, but now. With the option of surrender already wiped out, the commander of the ever-victorious army regained control of the entire army as soon as he arrived. Under his planning, Zhang Linghui and Liu Shunren have also cheered up and fully assisted the opponent in this attack.
Regarding the Yumu Cannons and the more than 100 heavy cavalry who had made great achievements earlier, Guo Yaoshi was more sensitive and determined than Zhang and Liu, which was also because he had more available troops. At this time, outside the Xia Village valley, the strength of Changsheng Army had reached 36,000. They are all elite tribes that follow the south, but in the entire summer village. The actual strength was only more than 18,000 people. More than 100 heavy cavalry can expand their advantages in a small area, but on the battlefield with a resolute general offensive, once the attack is launched, Guo Yaoshi will firmly eat the opponent, even if he pays the price. As long as the opponent's trump card is defeated, the opponent's morale will inevitably plummet.
As for the firearm, in the past, the firearms of the Wu Dynasty were flashy and almost unusable. At this point, even if it reaches a usable level. The thing that just appeared, the momentum is big and the power is low. On the skirmish line, it may not be able to kill a person at a time. Compared with the bow and arrow, what is the difference. He let go of his courage, and then suppressed it with a rocket. In the blink of an eye, he restrained the weakness of this new type of weapon.
"There is no vacuous person under the reputation..."
During the offensive of the resentful army, the Xia Village valley was also full of noise. The soldiers on the periphery had already entered the battle, and the reserves were all tense. On the high platform in the center, various messages were received. During the planning process, Ning Yi had to sigh while watching the fighting on the periphery and the arrows coming and going in the sky. Pharmacist Yu Guo is amazing.
His ability to control the battlefield in real time is actually not strong. In this valley, Qin Shaoqian and several former generals of Wu Rui Camp are the ones who are really good at fighting and commanding. There are also the prototypes of famous generals like Yue Pengju. As for Hongti, who came from Luliang Mountain Han Jing, the leader of the team, in such a battle, all kinds of control are not as good as these people from the discipline.
Soon after he understood this matter, he put all the heavy responsibility of command on Qin Shaoqian's shoulders, and he stopped making unnecessary speeches. As for the young general Yue Fei, his training is still insufficient, and he is still inferior to Qin Shaoqian in terms of overall planning. However, he is decisive and keen to deal with small and medium-sized situations. Ning Yi entrusted him to command the elite troops to respond to the surrounding wars and make up for it. gap.
At this time, there is not a big gap near the camp wall, but the pressure has gradually emerged. In particular, the suppression of the elm cannon made Ning Yi understand that this new weapon with heavy thunder and little rain would not be able to confuse the real fighters for too long—although Ning Yi did not count on them. He dominated the battle, but he was still amazed at how fast and accurate Guo Yaoshi's response was.
The fact that the other party is so powerful means that Xia Village will face the most difficult future...
Of course, there is no room to fight back on this matter.
In the chaotic battle situation, Yuwen Feidu and the other Zhuji members with high martial arts were running in the battle formation. Although the boy's legs were limping, which had some impact on running, his cultivation was still there, and he was sharp enough, and the stray arrows of ordinary projectiles did not pose much of a threat to him. Although these batches of elm cannons were shipped from Luliang, they were the best at manipulating cannons. Among the bamboo records at this time, Yuwen Feidu's young mind was one of them. During the battle of Luliangshan Grandmaster, he even He once threatened Lin Yechan with an elm cannon.
The young man ran past the camp wall in the second section of the second section. The fighting on the outer wall continued. He fired an arrow and ran to a nearby wall with elm cannons. Most of these elm cannons are protected by external walls and ceilings. The two Luliang elites who were in charge of the cannons did not dare to open the cannons indiscriminately, and were also killing the enemy with arrows. They hid behind the camp wall and attacked the running boy. Hello.
Xu Lingming was fighting against the wall. As an officer leading 500 people, he was wearing a half-iron and half-leather armor. At this time, in the fierce battle, he was also stabbed in the shoulder, bleeding blood. He was using his shield to smash the spear tip of a soldier of the Ever-Victorious Army who came up a ladder. On the side of his field of vision, he saw someone carrying the elm cannon to the ceiling high on the camp wall, and then. A bang sounded.
The flames shot directly into the crowd gathered outside the camp wall, and it exploded with a bang. Sparks and dark red blood splashed, and the limbs flew, shocking. After a while, there was a sound from the other side, a few shots. Cannonballs fell into the crowd one after another, and there was a surging sound of killing. Those who handled the gun moved the elm gun down. After a while, it was covered with rockets again.
On the huge battlefield, there was a terrifying sound of fighting, thousands of people rushed together from all directions, the occasional sound of cannons, the flames and snowflakes flying in the sky, the blood of people boiled and drained. From the night sky, I saw that the shape of the battlefield was constantly changing. Only on the inside of the valley in the middle of the battlefield. More than a thousand people who were rescued gathered together, shivering because of every fight and shouting. There are also a small number of people, with their hands folded and chanted. Elsewhere in the valley, most of the people were running, or were ready to run. In the wounded barracks, screams and scolding, crying and shouting were mixed together, and there were also seriously injured people who finally died. It was carried out from the rear and placed in the snow that had been emptied...
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The battle in the night gradually came to a halt, and the smell of blood and burnt stench filled the air. Mao Yishan sat down inside the camp wall. There was thick blood on the camp wall, but it was basically freezing. He doesn't care about that. His body only felt severe fatigue and tear-like pain. At first he thought he had been slashed in the back or somewhere, but then he found that he lost his strength.
The tensed nerves began to relax, and the pain was still severe. He grabbed a small piece of snow in the corner of the camp wall that had not been stepped on or stained with blood, and subconsciously put it into his mouth, wanting to eat.
This night, he killed three people and was fortunately uninjured, but under the condition of concentration, all his strength was drained.
From far and near, a brother from the rear came over and quickly looked for someone to take care of the wounded. Mao Yishan felt that he should help, but he didn't have the strength to stand up for a while. Not far from him, a middle-aged man was sitting on the edge of a large rock, tearing off the cloth strips from his clothes and bandaging the wound on his leg. There were many corpses and blood around that place, and I didn't know whether he was seriously injured or not, but the other party wrapped his legs like that and sat there gasping for breath.
The man glanced at Mao Yishan, then continued to sit and look around. After a while, he took out a steamed bun from his arms, broke it in half, and threw it to Mao Yishan.
"Thank you… "
Mao Yishan said something, and the other party waved the steamed bun in his hand, and then started to eat it.
After a while, someone came over to look for the wounded, and by the way, they made a knife and a half for the resentful soldiers in the corpse. The Shangguan of Mao Yishan also passed by nearby: "Are you okay?" , The middle-aged man shook his head: "It's okay."
When the switch came up, the nearby companions retreated, and Mao Yishan stood up hard. The man tried to get up, but after all, on his thigh, he waved at Mao Yishan: "Brother, help me."
Mao Yishan went over and staggered to help him up, the man's body swayed, and then he didn't need Mao Yishan's help: "A newcomer?" He glanced at Mao Yishan.
"I've been in the army, I've been in the army for six years. The day before yesterday was the first time I killed someone..."
"No wonder... you are too panicked and try too hard, so it is difficult to fight for a long time... "
The middle-aged man swayed and took a few steps forward, and helped the surrounding things with his hands. Mao Yishan quickly followed, and wanted to help the other party, but the other party refused.
"Big brother... is a veteran of the battlefield..."
"I can't talk about the veterans, it's just the expedition of Fang La, who participated in the battle with Prince Tong, it's not as tragic... But I finally saw blood." The middle-aged man sighed, "This... It's very difficult."
During the period of fighting against the Jurchen, countless troops have been defeated, and those gathered in Xia Village are also gathered in various formations. Most of them have been scattered, and some of them have not even recovered their status as officers. This middle-aged man is quite experienced, Mao Yishan said: "Brother, is it difficult? Do you think we can win? I... None of the Shangguans I used to fight with were as powerful as this time. When fighting Jurchen, I haven't seen anyone yet. The army collapsed, and I've never heard of us being able to fight the Changsheng Army like this. I think, I think we can win this time..."
"Shangguan like this is indeed the first time I've seen it, and it's the first time I've played it like this. Maybe I can win..." The middle-aged man's eyes swept around, and he said so, after a moment, he turned around , look at the place where the battlefield used to be, "However, this is the beginning, look over there..."
They were already at a slightly higher place at this time, and Mao Yishan looked back. Inside and outside the camp walls, corpses and blood stretched out, arrows stuck to the ground like autumn grasses, and farther away, the snowy ridges at the foot of the mountain stretched with fire, and the silhouettes of Chang Shengjun overlapped, forming a huge army formation. around the entire valley. Mao Yishan took a breath. The bloody breath still lingers in his nose.
Xia Village was crushed in this valley by the opponent's entire army. Apart from the Yellow River, there is nowhere to go. Anyone who sees it from here will feel a huge sense of oppression.
He glanced at this, and his eyes were almost attracted by the light of the surrounding army formation, but then, a team walked past. The voice of the conversation rang in his ears, and the middle-aged man patted him on the shoulder, and asked him to look behind him. The entire valley was also full of army formations and bonfires. People walking around, the smell of porridge and vegetables has floated up.
"This is... a confrontation between the two armies, the real life and death. Brother, you are right, in the past, we could only escape, but now we can fight." The middle-aged man walked forward, then stretched out his hand, finally letting Mao Yi Shan came to help him, "My surname is Qu, my name is Qu Qing, Qing Qing, how about you?"
"Mao Yishan."
"Good name, easy to remember." After walking through the flat area in front of them, the two walked up a small ramp and stairs, and while Qu Qing walked forward with force, he whispered with some sigh, "Yeah. , Who doesn't want to win if you can win? Although it's said... Victory will have to kill a lot of people... But if you win, you will win... Brother, you are right, I just said it wrong... Resentful Army, Jurchen, we are soldiers... What else is there to do for Victory? Victory is slaughtered like a pig... Now the capital is going to be destroyed, the court is going to perish... We must win, we must win..."
His words seemed to be speaking to Mao Yishan, but it was more like he was talking to himself. Mao Yishan didn't quite understand what he heard. It was only after he went up the stairs that the middle-aged man looked back at Chang Shengjun's At the barracks, when he turned around again, Mao Yishan felt him pat his shoulder: "Brother Mao, more murders..." Mao Yishan nodded, and then heard him add in a lighter tone: " Alive..." Mao Yishan nodded again.
His own brothers who are all over the mountains and plains... Of course they have to live... he thought so.
At this moment, the soldier who has been fleeing has not thought about how difficult these two words are, and at this moment, he is not willing to think about the difficulty behind it. The enemies in the mountains and the plains also have the companions in the mountains and the plains, and all the people are fighting for the same thing.
After this day of fighting, Mao Yishan handed over a good brother who was not many in the army. In the Changsheng Army barracks outside the camp, Guo Yaoshi, who rushed over at a resolute speed, re-examined the fighting strength of the Wu Dynasty troops in Xia Village. At this time, in the terrifying silence, he was revising his plan to attack the summer village camp.
After receiving the news of the firearm, he already understood that it was the Wu Dynasty army in front of him who planned to attack the Yellow River. Because in the letter sent to Zongwang, gunpowder would be used in the plan to break the mouth.
On the other side, in the command post where the main generals gathered above Xia Village, everyone has also realized the power of Guo Yaoshi and Chang Shengjun, and realized the difficulty of this matter. . Everyone is earnestly modifying and supplementing the defense plan.
On a higher platform, Ning Yi stood in the wind and snow, looking at the army camp in the distance, and also at the crowd in the valley below. Juaner's figure ran through the crowd, instructing the preparation and distribution of food. , when he saw this, he would also smile. Not long after, someone came over the guard, beside him, and gently held his hand.
It was Hongti. Because of her being a woman, she also looked a little thin in the snowstorm. The two of them stood together hand in hand, but they looked like a married couple.
"What are you thinking?" Red said softly.
"I thought it would be difficult." Ning Yi smiled softly, his eyes lowered slightly, and then raised again, "But when I really saw them pressing down, I was also a little scared."
"... I'm also afraid." After a while, Hong Ti said softly.
Ning Yi turned to look at her plain face. He laughed: "But it's useless to be afraid." Then he said, "I've been afraid many times, but I can only pass the hurdle..."
Hongti just smiled, her fear of the battlefield was no longer the fear of ordinary people, but it did not prevent her from having ordinary people's feelings: "I'm afraid the capital is more difficult." She said, after a while. "If we hold on and the capital is broken, will you follow me back to Luliang?"
"It can be considered." Ning Yi looked at the possible direction of Bianliang City, where the snow and darkness filled the sky, "At least I have to bring these brothers back for you."
"Yes, and Tan'er girls and the others..." Hongti smiled slightly, "Liheng, you promised me back then that you would give me a peaceful and prosperous world. You go to Luliang Mountain. After you have built the stockade for me, come and help me there. Prime Minister Qin, I hope to save Bianliang. I am your wife now, I know how much you have done, how hard you have worked, and what I want, you have actually given me. Now I want you to think for yourself Think, Ruo Bianliang is really broken. What are you going to do next? I... is your woman, no matter what you do. I will follow you for the rest of my life."
Ning Yi looked forward, raised the hands that he held together, and his eyes became serious: "...I haven't thought about it so much, but if I really think about it, Bianliang City will be broken, and there are two possibilities. Either the emperor and all the ministers go South. According to the Yangtze River, the Yangtze River will be ruled by the river, or within a few years, the Jurchen will push back and the Wu Dynasty will fall. If it is the latter, I will consider taking all of them to Luliang Mountain... But no matter which one In the future, Lu Liangshan's life will be even more difficult. I am afraid that the current peaceful days will not pass."
He was silent for a moment: "No matter what, either you can hold on now, fight Jurchen for a while, and think about it later, or... you will fight for the rest of your life." Then he waved his hand, "Actually, there is no need to think too much, you see. , we can't escape, maybe like I said, there will be rivers of blood here."
He pointed to the Changsheng Army's camp, Hongti nodded, and Ning Yi then said, "However, I am a little selfish."
"What selfishness."
"Look below." Ning Yi gestured to the crowd below. A familiar figure walked through the crowd. He whispered, "I want to send Juan'er away."
In the crowd, Juan'er seemed to have sensed it and looked up. Hongti smiled, and after a while, Ning Yi also smiled. He stretched out his hand, pulled Hongti over, and hugged him in front of him. In the wind and snow, the bodies of the two were snuggled together tightly. After a long time , Ning Yi closed his eyes, opened them, let out a breath of white breath, his eyes have returned to complete calm and rationality.
It is human nature to be afraid, but in such a time, there is not much room for fear to stop. For Ning Yi, even if Hongti didn't come, he would quickly return to his mentality, but naturally, having this warmth and not having it are two different concepts.
The wind and snow continued, and the two armies that had just fought to the death faced each other under this night sky. In the distant Bianliang City, the Jurchen had already withdrawn their troops. Above the earth, the entire battle situation was indifferent like a frozen block of ice. To the north, it looks equally crumbling, and there is Taiyuan City, which is in an isolated city and cannot get any resources throughout the winter. The people in the city have long lost contact with the outside world, and no one knows when this long battle will stop.
On the fourth day of the 12th lunar month, the Changsheng Army launched an all-out attack on the defenders of Xiacun. The desperate fight boiled and spread in the snow in the valley. Inside and outside the camp walls, blood soaked almost everything. In such a match of strength, almost any conceptual trick is difficult to establish. The firing of the elm cannon can only be converted into the power of a few bows and arrows. In front of him, there is only the tragic scarlet in the whole world.
Arrows flew through the sky, shouts pierced the earth, countless people, countless swords and guns fought over, death and pain raged in every place where the two sides fought, inside and outside the camp walls, in the fields, in the ditch, in the foothills, beside the woods, boulders Edges, streams... In the afternoon, the wind and snow stopped. With the constant shouting and charging, blood dripped from every place where the fighting was happening... (Please search Piao astronomy, better and faster!
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