When the night was getting darker, Long Hui was already dead. ︾
The corpse of his severed arm was hung from the flagpole, the body was beaten to pieces, and the blood dripping from his body gradually condensed into red ice ridges in the night wind.
The same is true for most of the corpses of the other generals who were hung from the flagpole.
Between the resentful army and the camp of Xia Village, the fire was also burning, reflecting everything in the night. The more than 1,000 prisoners captured by the grievance army were surrounded not far from the flagpole. Naturally, they had no bonfires and tents. This night, they could only huddle together to keep warm. Many injured people gradually died of freezing. . Occasionally, in the light of the fire, there will be soldiers of the resentful army dragging out one or several restless prisoners, beating or hacking them to death, and the screams echoed in the night.
The defenders of Xia Village watched all this from a distance and silently.
Ning Yi and the others did not sleep peacefully. Qin Shaoqian and some generals discussed countermeasures in the commanding room. He occasionally came out to take a look. The fire at night is like a river flowing in later generations. On the side of the camp, the crack in the camp wall that was knocked open the day before yesterday, there are still some people building and strengthening it. From a distance, things in front of the camp of the resentful army can also be vague. See.
Juan'er brought tea in, and when she came out, she stood beside Ning Yi. For the past few days, the outside of Xia Village has been playing very happily. She helps out, distributes supplies, arranges the wounded, and handles various chores. She is also very busy. Many times, she has to arrange the lives of Ning Yi and others. The girl was also haggard and quite tired. Ning Yi looked at her, smiled at her, then took off his jacket to put it on her, the girl took a step back and shook her head frequently.
"It's not cold, uncle, put it on."
She looked resolute. Ning Yi no longer reluctantly, only said: "Rest early."
Juan'er nodded, looked in the direction of the resentment army camp from a distance, and stood for a while: "Master, those people were arrested, is it troublesome?"
She didn't understand that the war was over. The meaning and degree represented by the various changes, but today I have only talked about what happened, and I have also felt the sudden sinking emotions in the camp—in the already tense atmosphere, of course, this will not be a problem. good thing.
Ning Yi thought about it, and finally smiled: "It's okay, it can be settled."
Jurchen's southern invasion was caught off guard, but today, many joints can be clearly seen. Battle of Bianliang. It has come to the critical moment of life and death - and this only chance to decide life and death is also one that everyone struggles for.
In a sense, Ning Yi is not a die-hard who is convinced of the spirit of sacrifice for the country. In many things, he is extremely flexible. When it comes to paying for the country, how much recognition of the Wu Dynasty is in his heart? Hard to tell. However. From the initial hard walls and clearing the fields, to the later gathering and defeating troops. Fighting for power and robbing Mu Tuogang, and then to defend Xia Village, he came here because: this is the only way to break the game.
He doesn't understand military affairs, and now he knows something about the battlefield. But only half-understood. But there is one thing he understands. Looking ahead and looking at the future, he always thinks about people who use tricks and know the interests and interests. They can't do things. This is the case with many generals and ministers of the Wu Dynasty. Many people are like this, retreating when faced with difficulties. In many things, it is actually not a good habit. When the Jurchens put their lives on the line, the people of the Wu Dynasty might not win if they put their lives on the line, but those who are unwilling to put their lives will never win.
Whether it's war or work, at the highest level, risking your life is just the most basic prerequisite.
So he did everything he could, sturdy walls and clear fields, inspiring Yan Zongwang with letters, robbing Tuogang, and in the end, trapped himself here. There was no way out. The more than 14,000 people who had been integrated in a hurry could not be pulled out. Elm cannons, mines and other things could only play the biggest role in the defense. If Bianliang can be defended, and here, it can support the exhaustion of Jurchen's reserve force, then the only chance of survival for the Wu Dynasty may appear - at that time, peace talks can be made.
If it was for the country, Ning Yi might have left long ago. But he stayed just to do what was at hand, because only then could things be successful.
But war is war after all. With the development of the situation, Ning Yi has re-examined the situation in front of him countless times. The stalemate that seems to be evenly matched, and the will of the military that is stretched into a string, seems to be deadlocked, but in fact, at the next moment, who will collapse Not surprising. And the most likely thing to happen is the defenders of Xia Village after all. To what extent the morale of the 14,000 people could hold up, or even the extent to which the four thousand elite soldiers could hold up, neither Ning Yi nor Qin Shaoqian could accurately estimate. On the other side of Pharmacist Guo, he may have some idea.
More than 10,000 people led by the general named Long Hui came to the rescue. Knowing that there was such a thing, it might inspire the morale of the army, but the result of a crushing defeat was undoubtedly a blow. And when the situation develops to the current situation, once the more than a thousand prisoners are driven to attack the city, and the army's morale and number of people will fluctuate, Xia Village may face the most difficult situation.
People with certain battlefield experience can probably predict the possibilities in front of them. And the people in this valley right now, although they have grown up in the days of fighting, they are not yet impeccable. As Ning Yi said in Zhujiazhuang's response to the Liangshan people, you may not retire, will the people around you have such confidence, and do you have such confidence in the people around you. Anyone who realizes this is bound to lose morale.
Ning Yi couldn't explain these things to Juaner clearly, but when she left, he looked at the girl's back with complicated emotions. As in every moment of life and death in the past, he has crossed many hurdles, but in front of a hurdle, he has actually thought about whether this will be the last...
He closed his eyes and recalled for a moment Su Tan'er's figure, Yunzhu's figure, Yuan Jin'er's appearance, Xiaochan's appearance, and the woman named Watermelon who was far away in Tiannan. things related to them. After a while, he sighed and turned back.
Below the camp, when Mao Yishan returned to the slightly warm shack, he saw Qu Qing sharpening his knife. The others in the shack have not returned.
"Fuck... I can't wait to eat those people... "
The screams from the camp of the resentful army came faintly, and no one spoke in the shack. There was only the sound of sharpening the knife, Mao Yishan sat there, silent for a moment, and looked at Qu Qing.
"Brother Qu, tomorrow... will it be troublesome?"
Because Qu Qing was injured, it took a couple of days. They are all lying down, and Mao Yishan has never seen him show such a solemn expression since he knew him. At least when he is not fighting, he only cares about resting and sleeping, and never at night. sharpened.
Qu Qing didn't answer directly, just grinded it quietly for a while, and touched the blade after a while. White breath came out of his mouth.
"I'm afraid it's not easy, you can grind it too."
He threw the whetstone over.
Mao Yishan caught the stone and was stunned for a moment there. When he sat beside the bed and turned to look, there seemed to be a faint moonlight in the sky through the gap in the shed.
The long night gradually passed.
When the sky was bright, the camps on both sides were already moving...
"Get them up-"
Accompanied by whips and shouts. Horses run between camps. The more than a thousand captives gathered have already begun to be driven out. Since they were captured yesterday, they have not been able to get a drop of water in. Those who were able to stand up even after the night of freezing cold days were already weak, and some were lying on the ground. Can't get up again.
The corpses hanging from the flagpoles in front of them had been frozen into miserable ice sculptures after this icy night, and the ice ridges were red with flesh and blood.
"Let them get up! Let them go! If they can't get up, give me a knife—"
The grudge army has already formed. The wielding whip came from behind the captives, forcing them forward. Behind the summer village camp wall in the distance, figures stretched out one after another, all looking at this side.
He Can fought with his teeth and started to cry.
He was one of the more than 1,000 captives, and he was originally a soldier under Long Hui's command. The resentment army killed him yesterday, and the few of Long Hui's men escaped. This has something to do with Long Hui's death battle, but the most important thing is that because the rout happened too fast, they took a step behind, and then they were surrounded. In the end, few of these soldiers died in battle, but many were later surrounded by the resentful army and abandoned their weapons to surrender - after all, they were not iron men, and in such a desperate environment, it was common sense to surrender.
Long An was killed to exhaustion, and he was caught after his hand was cut off. He Can was not familiar with the Shangguan, but during the subsequent transfer, he saw the Shangguan tied up with a rope and dragged behind his horse. Running, there were also members of the grievance army who chased him and beat him all the way. Later, he was tied to the flagpole and whipped to death. He couldn't tell the thoughts in his mind, but something had become obvious, and he knew that he was going to die.
He was like this, with the support of the people around him, he walked past the flagpoles crying, and when he passed by Long An, he took a look. The frozen corpse was extremely desolate. At the end of the attack by the resentful army, the corpse was beyond recognition, his eyes had been beaten out, his flesh was blurred, only his mouth was still open, as if he was saying something, he looked At a glance, I dare not look again.
The wind howled over the valley. In the valley, the tense atmosphere was close to freezing, and the confrontation between tens of thousands of people, the distance between the two sides, was constantly shortening as the group of prisoners marched forward. In front of the resentful army, Guo Yaoshi stood on his horse, waiting for the response from the other side. On the platform in the Xia Village, Ning Yi, Qin Shaoqian and others were also watching all this in awe. A small number of generals and messengers walked through the crowd. . A little later, the archers had already caught their last arrows.
Time seems to flow by in front of everyone's eyes.
The accident happened in a place not many expected.
Above the entire battle formation, the area where more than 1,000 prisoners were driven forward was the only place that seemed noisy, mainly from the scolding from the resentful soldiers in the rear. The soldiers who could no longer get up from the ground were slashed. Some of these people were already dead, and some of them still had a breath. They were all killed by this sword, and the bloody smell was permeating as usual.
He Can felt his hand being pulled. It was the tall companion who had been walking beside him and suddenly stopped.
After these soldiers were captured, they were all confiscated with knives and guns, and they were not provided with food and water, but other measures were nothing more than binding their hands with a long rope. This kind of restraint was for the soldiers. The impact is limited, but many people have no longer dared to resist.
He Can heard the tall man say, "I'm not leaving."
Then, a sad voice came from the side and front: "Don't go forward!"
The war horse galloped past, and then there was a flash of swords. Someone fell, and the knight of the resentful army shouted: "Go! Whoever dares to stop will die-"
A lot of people are still going. He Can heard the sound of the bow and arrow, the arrow shot over, and the tall man fell: "Go—"
In the roar, another voice suddenly sounded, this time, the voice had become high-pitched: "Brothers, our brothers are ahead! They have fought so hard, we can't help, don't talk about it. hind legs-"
After this shouting. The chaos and slaughter began. The soldiers of the resentful army pushed forward from the rear. Their entire formation had already begun to push forward. Some prisoners were still advancing, and some rushed to the rear. Pulling, falling, and death all began to become Frequently, He Can staggered through the crowd. Not far away, high flagpoles and corpses were also shaking in the field of vision.
The moment the chaos happened. Pharmacist Guo gave the order to advance, Xia Cun, Ning Yi ran a few steps and went to the watchtower next to the platform. The next moment, he shouted a few words down. Qin Shaoqian was stunned for a moment, and then waved abruptly. On the horse not far away, Yue Fei raised his spear.
On the edge of the camp, Mao Yishan stood behind the camp wall. Looking at the killing from a distance, his hand holding the knife was shaking, his teeth were clenching painfully, and a large number of prisoners stopped in that position, some crying and shouting, and went to the back of the butcher knife. squeezed past. However, all this is unimaginable. Once they get close to the camp, the archers on their side can only shoot them. And at this moment, he saw the war horse running away from the side and rear.
A voice sounded.
"The whole army is in formation, prepare-"
"You saw—" someone shouted from the watchtower.
Soldiers with countless orders raised their flags and galloped on their horses!
"That's our countrymen, they're being slaughtered by those bastards! What are we going to do—"
"Those bastards from the north! Come to our place! Kill our family! Take our stuff! Here we are, folks! There's no more way—"
Mao Yishan listened to this voice, felt the movement of the whole valley, and suddenly understood what he was doing. He dragged the knife, his hands were shaking, his eyes were red and he smiled at the companion next to him: "Hahaha...hahaha... "That laughter was excited and weird, this was perhaps a moment that Mao Yishan had never had in his life. Before this, he had never had such a fervent desire to kill the enemy. When the captives were driven over, he knew in his heart that he could only guard his side, but at this moment, the people above had made the opposite decision.
Above, the huge handsome flag fluttering in the wind has begun to move.
He Can staggered and walked towards the resentful soldiers who were wielding the knife. He was one of the survivors of this battle. When the long knife cut off his arm, he fainted. At that moment, he felt in his heart. What I thought was: I am the same as General Long.
On that battlefield before, when everyone was surrounded by the cavalry of the resentful army, the general who was covered in blood shouted desperately: "We lost, we lost... Don't be used..." He vaguely , was heard.
The moment before he lost consciousness, he heard a sound like a mountain torrent and an earthquake behind him.
All the wooden doors of the summer village camp slammed open, and at one point, the soldiers pushed the broken wall. At this moment, all their weaknesses are being exposed. Guo Yaoshi's horse stopped for a while, raised his hand, and wanted to give an order.
"Just today! Right here! They don't have to think about going back! You guys—"
The voice was faint like thunder: "We ate them—"
On the east side of the camp, Yue Fei's long spear blade glowed with a dull, bloodthirsty light as he stepped out of the camp gate.
In the southeast of the camp, a general named He Zhicheng stepped on the wall. He pulled out his long sword, threw away the scabbard, turned around and said, "Kill!"
At the main entrance, swords and shields were arrayed, and the general in front of Hengdao immediately said, "It's ready!"
Pang Luan directed his soldiers to tear down the camp wall. Outside the camp wall were piles of corpses. He stepped on the corpses. From the rear, someone went out through the crack, and someone climbed over the wall and spread out.
On the west side, Liu Chengzong shouted, "Kill—"
"kill!!!!!!"
That roar sounded like a flood that burst its banks. In a moment, it shook the entire mountain, the clouds in the sky solidified, and tens of thousands of troops faced off on the spreading front. Chang Shengjun hesitated for a moment, and the defenders of Xia Village rushed towards this side with a thunderous force.
On this day, more than 18,000 people in the entire valley finally completed their transformation. At least at this moment, when Mao Yishan clenched his long sword and rushed towards the enemy with red eyes, what would decide the outcome was something beyond the blade's edge.
The arrow flew through the sky feebly, and soon after, the two armies collided with each other in the most savage manner... (Please search Piao astronomy, better and faster!
ps: From the beginning to the end, I hope I have clearly expressed the meaning of this topic.