Thief (3)

During the siege, in addition to the lack of food, the most painful thing was the isolation of outside information. When they are embattled and do not know how many enemies there are or where the reinforcements are, the mental pressure often hits the soldiers more than the enemy's attack.

Five days later, the atmosphere in the city was almost insane. Every day, Pagemishi sent men and horses to break through and ask for help, and each team was intercepted and killed in the middle of the road. Wang Jiweng, Qian Rongzhi, Wu Zhong, Li Ying, there is no news from the four people.

But outside the city, the people under the banner of Song Zi gathered more and more.

Mrs. Xu's Xing Song Army, the righteous thieves under Chen Hangyan, and the heroes from all walks of life who rushed to help the fist after hearing the news, surrounded Jianning City. Four days ago in the south of the city, there was still a glimmer of hope for a breakthrough. Now, too, the last hope is gone. Directly south, the Broken Army had left the city less than two miles. Standing on the city wall, you can clearly see the busy figures of soldiers, thieves, and ordinary people, and the curling smoke rising from cooking during cooking.

The only thing that can be fortunate about is that the iron projectile that exploded when it landed in front of Centipede Ridge did not fall into the city again. The bloody night of fire and smoke had already killed the Mongol warriors. They had never lost a battle since crossing the river, and once they found that they were not invincible, their morale dropped very quickly. If you don't look at their armor, just from the expressions on their faces and their dull gaze, it's hard to tell what difference they are from the new annexes.

Of course, the page did not know that the soldiers of the artillery battalion did not have enough shells to enact the bloody night of Centipede Ridge again. The other battalions did not have the strength to organize another counterattack like that.

In fact, the Breakers, like their opponents, have reached the end of their crossbows. The only difference was that the Mongol army in the city was fighting in the conquered lands, and once it was exposed to weakness, it faced a situation where the wall was toppled and everyone pushed it. The Breakers were defending their homeland, and the baptism of blood and fire had hurt him and forged his prestige.

And in these chaotic times, prestige is appeal. In addition to Chen Hangyan and Mrs. Xu's two reinforcements, many small-scale local armed forces in the vicinity also came one after another. As soon as some people arrived outside Jianning City, they immediately made a request to Wen Tianxiang, asking to merge all their men and horses into the Broken Army. Others politely maintained their independence, fighting alongside the Breakers while learning from the regular army's combat patterns.

No matter what the purpose of the latecomers is, from the moment Page Mishi decided to rely on Jianning to wait for reinforcements, the balance of victory has already hung on the side of the Broken Army.

The Mongols were good at attacking cities, but not at defending them. Jianning City is a small land, and it cannot be defended. When the panic was defeated, the Yuan army threw all its baggage on the road. Without enough bows and arrows, the archery skills that the Mongols excelled at would not be able to exert their power. And after losing supplies, no matter how good a war horse is, it is impossible to gallop at the same speed as when it is fat and strong.

There is no food and grass inside, and there are no reinforcements outside. The Mongol warriors, who had always besieged cities, finally got a taste of being trapped in an isolated city.

The feeling of waiting for death is worse than dying in battle.

The dry rations they carried with them were quickly exhausted, and the Mongols could kill their horses to satisfy their hunger, but the new annexed army could only share some of the leftover soup to survive. Hunger forced people to look for a way out, and when darkness came, new sergeants risked being shot and fled out of the city to the Breakers' positions. As long as you run to the destination alive, you will be saved, Lord Wen has an order, do not kill the prisoners, the captive army will bring you hot rice porridge to drink, and it will also be accompanied by a plate of peasant side dishes.

At this time, the aroma of the meal was no less lethal to the defenders than a bow and arrow. And a bite of broth at this time often means that you have to pay a life in exchange.

On the evening of the fifth day, a group of Mongol troops rushed out of the city gate again, and behind them, thousands of new annexes who had just received a few mouthfuls of broth, shouted and rushed to the mound due south.

The open space between the two armies rushed in an instant. As the horses got closer and closer, the soldiers on the hillside could already see the cold light on the tips of the Mongols' swords.

Ximen Biao stood up and pulled the horn bow in his hand, like a full moon. Let go, a chirp with the wind fell into the midst of the Mongol cavalry.

"Archer, two hundred steps, ready", Chen Hangyan calmly raised the command flag, waved his hand, "shoot".

Hundreds of bows and arrows shot diagonally upward, and two hundred paces away, a rain of arrows fell. Several Mongol warriors fell from their horses with arrows, and the survivors lowered their horses' heads, kicked into hiding, and continued to attack.

"One hundred and eighty steps, shoot", Chen Hangyan's shout, accompanied by the flicking of the bowstring, was calm and low.

"One hundred and sixty steps, shoot"

"One hundred and forty steps, shoot, retreat", Chen Hangyan looked at the broken army next to him, commanded the archers among the righteous thieves, and after sending the last round of arrows, he retreated.

Zou Xun, the deputy commander of the Broken Army, immediately took over his command.

"Broken army crossbowmen ready, flat, triple stack shot".

The third standard crossbow battalion under Lin Qi, who missed the decisive battle of Centipede Ridge because he went to Qingliu City to rob grain, is now the most well-organized battalion of the Broken Army. The soldiers, who had been holding back for several days, quickly lined up, fired, mounted crossbows, mounted crossbows, fired.

The rate of fire of the crossbow is not faster than that of the bow and arrow, but the broken crossbow does not require the physical strength of the soldier, and with the unique gear, any soldier can open the crossbow and release the arrow. After a few months of training, a farmer can become a qualified crossbowman.

Relying on density and speed, the crossbow arrows weaved a web of death in front of the Song army's position.

The riders on horseback were instantly reduced by half, and the rest were already approaching the front of the battle, and the crossbowmen could almost see each other's eyebrows, as well as the peculiar steppe peoples, with fierce eyes.

"Crossbowmen, stand back, pikemen, step forward", Zou Xun gave an order, and the pikemen standing behind the crossbowmen strode forward, picked up a bamboo pole more than two zhang long from the ground, sharpened at one end, and aimed it at the enemy.

The Mongolian horses that rushed to the front roared, unable to find the gap.

The cavalry bent their bows on their horses and fired. The feathered arrow crossed the array of spears and entered the pikeman's body. The black gas immediately became obsessed with the wounded's face. It is a well-known fact that the Mongols smeared poison on their bows and arrows.

The pikeman fell, but the pole was taken by his companion. The sharpened end, still aimed straight ahead.

The archers and crossbowmen behind the guns saw the opportunity and began to fire freely. Under the rain of arrows, more and more Mongol cavalry fell.

The Mongol servants rushed behind their horses, and before they could get close to their positions, a cannonball whistling down from the hill exploded through the crowd and dropped a dozen of them.

"Boom!" The remaining soldiers of the new annex shouted, turned around and ran. The Warlords rushed forward and knocked the fastest soldier to the ground. If you can't rush into the enemy's position, you will die if you retreat, there is no surplus food in the city, and there is no need for cowards.

Another shell fell, smashing accurately into the Warlord's team, but it didn't explode. The bean-sized velvet flickered on the round projectile, slowly crawling towards the inside of the projectile.

"Ahh The Mongol centurion, who was overseeing the war, held his head and fled backwards first. Soldiers who enforce battlefield discipline drop their swords and flee faster than those who are being overlooked.

Wu Jing stood beside the artillery, waved his hand slightly, and stopped the shelling. The loader carefully wrapped the remaining two projectiles in his clothes and hid them in a wooden box. These are artillery shells that have just been sent from Shaowu this morning, and the effect of deterrence is far greater than actual combat.

"It's your turn, get up, Lord Wen is watching from the mountain!" The old master, Chen Longfu, gave orders to a group of new annexed army captives with dishes on their faces. The captives, who had just surrendered last night, stood up and shouted loudly on the hillside in Cantonese accent at the top of their voices, "Brothers, run to both sides, run to both sides, lay down your weapons, and those who surrender will not die!" ”

"Run in both directions, surrender and die, surrender and die!" The surrounding mountains clearly reflected the shouts of their companions, and poured into the ears of the new soldiers over and over again.

The clever soldier immediately threw away his sword and gun, and ran to the sides of the position. The Mongol army in the city couldn't catch up, and thousands of soldiers scattered in a hurry.

The Mongol warriors who rushed in front of the captives were completely alone. Under the pressure of the sharp bamboo pole, he retreated again and again. Behind the bamboo poles, feathered arrows flew out from time to time, accurately pushing the cavalry off their horses.

"Biaozi, look carefully, there are not as many people in the Broken Army as us, and they are not all those iron melon eggs!" Chen Hangyan poked his confidant Ximen Biao with his fingers, and gently pouted at the formation of the Broken Army.

"Got it, big boss, let's go back and train a team like this, if you don't believe that the world will be returned to the Mongolian Tartars!" Ximen Biao agreed in a low voice, comparing the gap between his minions and the broken army in his heart. After a few days of fighting side by side, he had a deep understanding of the tactics and command methods of the Broken Army, and while admiring it, he gradually felt a little unwilling in his heart.

"What if this team asks me to bring it?" Ximen Biao thought silently, "It's better than the official family of the Great Song Dynasty, but unfortunately, Prime Minister Wen Cheng is a member of the official family, and everyone will not be able to walk on the same road for a long time."

Thinking about these, and then thinking about the affection formed by fighting side by side with Zhang Tang, Ximen Biao felt a little gloomy in his heart. After a moment's distraction, he found that the broken army in front of him had stopped shooting.

"See, the Mongols are not iron-clad, if they are injured, they will die the same, go, pick a handful of guys on the ground, and follow me to fight the water dogs", Zhang Tang, the commander of the first standard, ordered a group of new annexes who had just been "transferred".

The new sergeant who had just defected a few days ago hesitated, but no one dared to be the first to come forward. In the past few days, in addition to digging traps and transporting supplies, I just listened to Chen Longfu talk about the great truth of the death of the country and the world, no one expected that he would go to the battlefield so soon, and fight desperately with the master who was riding on his head.

The prestige formed by the Mongolian army in their hearts is not something that can be dispelled by Chen Longfu's two great truths. Seeing that Zhang Tang led more than a dozen broken captives around him to kill several times the Mongolian warriors.

"Grandma's, are you gentlemen, do you have eggs? The Mongols don't see you as human beings, and you don't treat yourselves as human beings. There are only one hundred and ten of them left, and you are thousands, spitting and foaming, and you can drown them", a nameless fire suddenly broke out in Ximen Biao's heart, and he glared at the round eyes the size of a cowbell and scolded angrily, "Little lady raised, stay where you are." Bring the handle, follow me".

This sentence is better than any big truth, and more than a thousand new annexes who are anti-piercing the number of troops picked up bamboo poles and steel knives from the ground, followed him, and stabbed them diagonally. The remaining Mongol cavalry wanted to escape, but it was too late, and the bamboo pole poked down, quickly poking them into a ball of meat sauce.

The battle ended in a blink of an eye, and the Yuan army that left the city was completely annihilated.

Several wounded horses tried their best to get up, staggered and fell, supported again, and stood up. The soldier in charge of cleaning the battlefield came over and ended the pain of the wounded horse with a steel knife.

The dying neighs of livestock echo among the mountains.

Page Mi walked down the city in hatred, his palms already bleeding from his own hands. All the endings have been written, and from the day Jianning was besieged, this team has fallen into Wen Tianxiang's trap.

"Call Yang Xiaorong's stupid donkey who can't pull a cart," Page Mi shouted angrily.

The soldier who gave the order agreed in a low voice, and after a while, Yang Xiaorong's duck-like voice came from outside the yamen, which was weak and disgusting to listen to.

"Where are your death squads, didn't you say that if you give them horse meat to eat, they will charge into battle desperately?" Page Secret Practical Horsewhip whipped and cursed angrily.

Wan Hu, the newly attached army that was beaten, did not dare to dodge, wailing, begging for mercy while defending himself: "General, the general spares his life, they are all General Zhang's subordinates, they said so, I naturally believed the little ones, but I didn't expect them to go out of the city, so I rushed to surrender."

"They say, you don't have a long head, you still don't have a long heart. Don't pull the cart of livestock, what are you doing with it, come here, pull it out, cut it", Page Mi roared angrily, and kicked Yang Xiaorong over. A few pro-soldiers rushed over, set up Yang Wanhu, who was paralyzed, and pulled outside.

"Dashuai, Dashuai spare your life", Yang Xiaorong shook off the samurai and desperately hugged the dense thighs of the page, "Dashuai, Dashuai, I have been under my subordinates for many years, and for the sake of leading the horse to fall, spare me this time"!

"Spare you, spare you, whoever bypasses me, pushes it out, cuts", Paget shouted with a slight brow, giving the samurai a color.

The left and right warriors pounced and set Yang Xiaorong up again. Yang Xiaorong, who was crying like a pig's buttocks, struggled, knelt down, his head like pounding garlic, "Da Shuai, Da Shuai, the last general will make meritorious service for sin, make meritorious service for sin, go out of the city immediately, go out of the city immediately, open a bloody road for Da Shuai, please be merciful to Da Shuai's subordinates, spare the little one!" ”

With a wave of his hand, he told the warriors to retreat to either side first. The big foot stepped on Yang Xiaorong's shoulder, and his words were as cold as a blade, "Spare you, you promise Ben Shuai."

"The last general is willing to make a military order, if he can't get out of the encirclement, he will either die on the battlefield, or come back to be disposed of by the commander."

"Give him paper and pen", Page Mi ordered his subordinates to take paper and pen and throw it in front of Yang Xiaorong, "You set up a military order, if you dare to surrender to the enemy, your family members in the north will all be beheaded, and there will be no complaints."

"Handsome", Yang Xiaorong raised his broken forehead and looked at the page with pity. After watching it for a while, I knew that if I didn't sign this military order today, I would definitely not be able to survive. The left and right are just a death, and in a desperate situation, they force out a little courage. Trembling, the general's writ was written, signed, and held high above his head.

Page Mishi snatched the military warrant, handed it to his cronies, took it to dry, and put it away. Then he ordered loudly, "General Yang, listen to orders."

"The last will be", Yang Xiaorong turned over and stood up, standing with his hands crossed.

"Ben Shuai will give you fifty war horses, which will be used as military rations, and the soldiers will be fed tonight, and in the middle of the night, take all the new annexed troops out of the south gate, and go straight to the enemy camp, and if there is any retreat, behead."

"Yes", Yang Xiaorong's body shook and stepped forward to take the order. Follow the general in charge of military quarters out of the yamen.

Page Mishi watched him walk away, turned back to his seat, and beckoned the remaining Mongol generals to instruct, "Let the brothers kill the horses, tonight after the new annexed army rushes out of the south gate, we will immediately stop the flag, go out of the west gate, rush to the southwest, reach the bottom of Baizhang Ridge, and then stick to the foot of Wuyi Mountain and go back to Jiangxi." When we come back from signing people, we will settle this account with Crazy Wen! ”

"Yes", the generals agreed in unison. I all know that tonight will be ruined, and I will do it in one fell swoop. There are less than 1,000 of the 3,000 Mongolian brothers left, and this is the greatest shame since the Mongols entered Jiangnan.

And this shame must be repaid by the Han people doubled.

"Brothers in the city, hundreds of Tartars, bullying you tens of thousands, don't you feel ashamed?" The shouts of the south and the north echoed in the twilight. It is mixed with the local dialect of southern Fujian, Guangnan slang, and Jiangxi official dialect.

"Kill the Tartars, straighten your back, Lord Wen is waiting for you to join the Broken Army"?

When the new annex soldier heard this, the crockpot in his hand shook and almost spilled the broth out of the jar.

"I don't want to eat, I don't want to eat and pull down, next, anyway, this is the last meal", Yang Xiaorong's cronies scolded, pushing away the soldiers, and the iron spoon pointed at a pair of blank eyes.

"Virtue", the soldier muttered as he looked at the broth in the jar.

There was a majestic singing voice outside the city, "Holding a steel knife ninety-nine, killing all Hu Er before stopping, I am a good man, why do I bow my head to be a horse and a cow ......."

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