Chapter 3 Selection (Mitsugai)

On the fourth watch, the sky was bright and the wind was a little cold. At the head of the Shaowu army, the Mongolian Daxu shrank in the cold wind, exuding a unique smell of coarse woolen cloth.

"Four watches, get up in the morning to read, don't waste a good time", the head of the dawn knocked on the iron card, walked on the Chengxian Street in front of the Confucian Temple, and sang loudly and tactfully with the unique voice of Buddhism. In previous years, Chengxian Street, the most noisy and elegant in the morning, did not sound the sound of reading, and the jackdaw stood on the branch for a long time before he responded dumbly, "quack".

Within a year, it was captured twice by the Mongols, and the soldiers were like thieves. After two lootings, Shao Wu no longer has the prosperity of the past, half of the deep mansion compounds on both sides of the road are empty, and the vermilion mottled gate is closed, gloomy, shrouded in a hatred that cannot be dissolved. The surviving families, the door is all pasted with the Shunmin certificate issued by the Northern Yuan Dynasty government, which is neatly written in small letters that there are several people in the family, a few domestic helpers, a few maids, a few acres of land, where are they outside the city, whether there are relatives or neighbors "from the thief" and other content that must be declared, and the eye-catching one is printed in movable type at the bottom, "one person is a thief, and the door is full of beheading", eight words, and the bottom is the signature of the head of the family, indicating the recognition of the government's warning.

Most of the heads of the families seem to be illiterate, and under the warning of the vermilion government, there are only a few crappy circles in place of the flowers.

It seems that no one has rewarded the incense money for reporting the time and weather this morning. Toutuo looked at the deserted houses, thought about the prosperity before the arrival of the Mongols, sighed faintly, walked a few steps, and shouted again unwillingly: "It's the fourth watch, get up in the morning to read, don't wait for the young man to shout."

Living up to his expectations, a house closest to the Temple of Literature finally sounded a few responses, and several Mengtong, under the leadership of Mr., immaturely read a poem written by someone who didn't know, "Don't wait for the young man's head to be white, empty and sad, Jing Kang is ashamed, still before the snow, the courtiers hate, when will the ...... be destroyed."

After all, there are still people alive. Toutuo, who has been known for half his life, happily put aside the sorrow about the incense money, and beat the iron plate hard to drink with the sound of reading.

"Woo-woo", the poignant painting corner, shattering the silent morning. The sound of reading was broken, the bells and drums sounded from south to north one after another, the whistles of the soldiers gathered, and the shouts of the people calling for their children and daughters sounded in a ball. Tou Tuo threw down the iron plate, ran up the main street, saw a few new army colonels, and ran in a panic in the direction of the south gate.

"It's time to come, it's still here after all", Huang Qujian threw down the hand stove, and under the service of his own soldiers, he trembled and put on the paper armor. For a general like him who was born in Wenchen, the leather armor is too cold, the steel armor is too heavy, and the armor made of cotton paper is the first choice for wearing. As for whether the paper armor is as strong as the legend says, it doesn't matter, at least, the shiny surface coated with tin can bring out a few traces of the majesty of the commander of the first army.

When Huang Qujian rushed to the city with a few henchmen and generals, he could already see the banner of the broken army in the distance, there were not many people and horses, only a few thousand foot soldiers and a hundred and ten cavalry, compared with the noisy new annex army at the head of the city, the enemy who came to attack could be described as quiet. There was no noise or shouting, the soldiers lined up in an attack formation led by the junior generals, and hundreds of soldiers of the baggage battalion drove the buffalo, pushing and pulling, pushing and pulling some strange big guys up the dirt slope. On the dirt slope, some people are busy digging trenches and building earthen walls. The color of the grass that has not dissipated in the winter of the southern country faintly sets off the piles of red soil, and the swaggering Song flag on the mound looks a little dazzling in the morning sun.

"It's Lord Wen, he's really alive", the soldiers guarding the city were a little flustered. The familiar flags and strict lineup of the old country on the opposite side made them feel very depressed, and some people began to whisper eagerly.

"It's Lord Wen, he's been in Wuyi Mountain. I went down the mountain today, and I asked us that the crime of not fighting is coming", some regretted it, some shook their heads, and the originally low morale suddenly fell to the brink of collapse.

"What about General Li, no, it's not for him to go, to link, to contact... Is it?", Huang Qujian heard the soldier's discussion, and became more and more nervous, and finally stabilized his mind and didn't say a few words about contacting the loss.

"Dashuai, I waited for the day before yesterday to discuss and raise the food and salary sent to Guangzhou. Today, the thieves have arrived in the city, where is there time. There are not many enemy troops, and the soldiers in the city can still fight", Wang Shiqiang, the commander of the army, followed the Mongols to fight a tough battle, and saw more scenes than Huang Quji, pulling the sleeves of the commander and reminding in a low voice.

"The day before yesterday"? Huang Quji finally woke up, he knew that this was the case, so it was better to plan early. It is estimated that half of the food and salary prepared by Li Xing and others have not yet been gathered.

So far, there is only fighting. Huang Quji held the head of the city with both hands, straightened his waist and shouted: "Come on, beat the drum for the governor of Pontus."

The continuous sound of drums sounded from the top of the city, and some of the decline was saved. A few die-hard subordinates shouted loudly, trying to find a few words to insult the enemy army, and after searching for a long time, they couldn't find the right words. shouted a few times, and when he saw that no one answered, he wilted. On the contrary, some Jianghuai veterans who had fought in the war put bed crossbows, rolling logs, thunder stones, flying wheels, and iron chain balls in place to prevent the enemy from attacking the city.

"Dudu, do you want to fight or hold on", Huang Tianhua asked disagreeably, causing a blank of eye. According to the rules of the army, when the number of defenders is much higher than that of the enemy, a general should be sent out of the city to frustrate the spirit of the invading enemy. Think about the rumors that the Broken Army killed more than 1,000 Tanma Red Army without leaving a piece of armor, and look at the other party's military appearance, no one in the generals' hearts is sure that they can come back alive after leaving the city. They all turned their heads, lest Huang Qujian listen to the idea of his clan brother and send the arrow to his head.

"The enemy is sharp, I, I should hold on. When his food is exhausted, he will have diarrhea and go away." Huang Quji, the governor of Shaowu, knew that no one was willing to go out of the city to fight for his life, so he wisely made the decision to defend the city. The generals agreed, and each arranged the defense of the city wall according to their own understanding. Everyone was reluctant to do anything with Wen Tianxiang, and Huang Quji's performance made it even more clear that this adult's ability could not be counted on. The only thing to rely on now is that there are many defenders. Shaowu City was twice attacked by people from the main gate, and the city wall and urn city were basically intact. The breaches had been cut by the Mongols with heavy catapults, and the fortifications at the head of the city were sufficient. Wen Tianxiang brought only 5,000 men and horses this time, and if he attacked strongly, he might not be able to enter the city for a while.

"Lao Li, you say, can we hold this city", the commander Zhang Yuan saw that there were no soldiers eavesdropping, pulled the commander Li Xing, and dragged him into the corner tower in the northeast of the city.

"I don't know very well, since entering Wuyi Mountain, Master Wen is like a different person. These days, he attacked Jianning and went down to Taining, all of which entered the city overnight and left quickly the next day. Although those two small cities are projectile land, the city walls are not short. I don't know what Lord Wen has the ability to capture the city overnight. Otherwise, I wouldn't have given the governor the idea of spending money to buy peace", the commander Li Xing looked around, compared the city wall with his hand, and said in a low voice: "Brother Zhang, I sent someone to go to Jiangyuan Yinchang privately to see it once, and the wall of the earthen village collapsed more than ten zhang, and the place where it did not collapse was smoked like it was ...... by lightning."

"Is it really as the rumors say, Wen and Wen Tianxiang have won the Book of Heaven and want to revive the Great Song Dynasty"? Zhang Yuan hesitated for a moment, and temporarily removed the word thief from his mouth. He was born as a bandit, and he had a weak sense of family and country in his heart, but he was very persistent in the concept of destiny. Half of the reason for defecting to the Mongols is that they are forced by the army, and more factors are that they feel that the Great Song Dynasty has no qi, and the five elements are reincarnated, and the Mongols in the world should do it.

"I don't know, it's serious that we can live", Li Xing sighed and did not directly answer Zhang Yuan's question. At that time, he took his brothers and rushed all the way to Lin'an to go to the national disaster, but he didn't expect that the officials of the Great Song Dynasty were more careful about the Qinwang people than the Mongols. As soon as the fighting eased, the imperial court immediately issued an order to forcibly disband the rebel army. Those who are slightly sluggish will immediately face the word "suppression". It is simply unreasonable for such a court to survive for a long time.

Out of despair for the imperial court, Li Xingcai chose to surrender to the Mongols. But following the Mongols all the way south and slaughtering his own compatriots made him feel a deep sense of guilt. Especially in Jiangxi and Fujian, seeing so many righteous soldiers resisting and fighting to the last man deeply touched this reckless man.

He didn't know what these righteous men were guarding, but he knew that these people were just as desperate for the court.

"Boom", a thunderclap interrupted Zhang Yuan and Li Xing's discussion. After the thunder, desperate exclamations, terrible screams, and dying ** sounded over the city. A large pit was born on the wide galloping city wall for no reason, and several broken bones were steaming on the edge of the pit, reminding people that a moment ago, there was still life on this section of the city wall.

"It's thunder", the head of the thousand-commander Zhang Yuan buzzed, and it instantly rose to the boss. The soldiers running around the walls, the panicked generals, all confirmed his judgment. Shaowu Metropolitan Governor Huang Quji didn't know if he was injured by the thunder, or if he was injured by the explosion, and he lay behind the battlement, unable to give a decent order. Wang Shiqiang, the commander of the army, was a little frightened when he was in danger, shouted, and arranged for the bed crossbowmen to shoot at the opposite dirt slope. The white crossbow flew down the city with the wind, and stuck one east and one west on the opposite hillside, but none of them really threatened the other side.

"Aim, don't waste it", the commander Zhang Yuan pushed Wang Shiqiang away and personally organized the defense. I don't know what to do with Wen Tianxiang after the city is broken, but the generals from different backgrounds are united when they are in danger. Wang Shiqiang didn't care about Zhang Yuan's faux pas, stepped aside, and watched Zhang Yuan mobilize soldiers and veterans who had opened crossbows, shouting trumpets to pull strings, correct angles, and aim.

A thick crossbow bolt flew out with Zhang Yuan's order, accurately hitting the earthen fortress two miles away. Wu Xizao, who was correcting the angle of artillery firing, was startled, looked at the long crossbow that trembled slightly, smiled self-deprecatingly, and ordered his soldiers to erect huge shields on the periphery.

The ordnance has changed, and the battle is a completely different way of fighting than usual. The soldiers of the Broken Army are learning, and the generals are also groping. In the entire army, except for the inventors of these new equipment, who knew little about the new tactics, everyone else was in the dark. But the more this happens, the more it stimulates everyone's enthusiasm for learning. People are sometimes like this, for new things, there is always infinite hope, there is endless energy to understand it, looking forward to giving full play to its role, and from then on to realize the dream in the heart.

"The so-called artillery is nothing more than an enlarged assault gun, but the projectile has changed slightly, and the barrel has been changed to a copper core, which is much stronger. Therefore, there are many charges, and it is far away, and how to use it on the specific battlefield has to be explored by everyone", Wen Tianxiang's description of the artillery is very straightforward, but Wu Xizao does not think so. That day, he saw the artillery test firing, he was so grinding, grinding Wen Tianxiang to let him demote to the battalion of the artillery battalion, with his two sons, pondering the practical application on the battlefield every day. Some time ago, the sneak attack on Jianning and Taining, the artillery did not come in handy because it was inconvenient to carry. Lin Qi and Zhang Tang led people to blow up the two small cities by digging and burying gunpowder packets. Today's attack on Shao Wu was the first face-to-face tough battle after the training camp in the mountains. Faced with the tall brick walls and the large number of defenders, Wen Tianxiang decided to let Wu Xizheng use his treasure to give Huang Qujian a disadvantage.

"Hugh Fu, are you ready, how is the situation on the other side", Wen Tianxiang walked around the woodland from the bottom of the hillside under the support of the guards, and asked with concern.

"I have to wait for a while, when all the artillery is corrected to the same angle, give Shao Wucheng a salvo, and definitely scare Huang Quji's guts away", Wu Xizao smiled, pointed at the busy crowd in the city with his hand, and said excitedly, "Just now, the bed crossbow on the opposite side fired a round, but it didn't hurt a single soldier of mine, it is estimated that there are not many veterans who have really fought there, and I have never seen the kind of Mongolian cannon you said."

Wen Tianxiang nodded, and did not interfere with Wu Xizao's specific command. In Wenzhong's memory, he also learned how to be a good boss. Although that memory did not teach him how to formulate a strategy, it clearly told him that what an excellent commander needs to do is to coordinate the overall situation, not to do everything himself like Zhuge Wuhou. The legend about the Mongolian cannon also comes from Wen Zhong's memory, Wen Tianxiang and everyone else have never seen it on the battlefield, and the troops of the old opponents Li Heng and Zhang Hongfan are not equipped. But with an attitude of rather believing it, Wen Tianxiang still said it and reminded the generals in advance that artillery was not the patent of the Broken Army.

Small green flags were raised on the various gun emplacements, indicating that the angle of the artillery had been corrected. It is possible to do a one-time launch. Wu Xizao waved the yellow command flag and signaled the gunners to reload the gunpowder according to the charge at the time of the test firing and prepare to fire. The artillery battalion of the Broken Capture Army has just been established, and at present, it has only mastered the technique of direct fire, and it is still Wu Xizao's specialty to pull up the muzzle of the cannon and shoot it. Familiar with mathematics, he relied on dozens of solid shells for experiments before he found a little way. The cannon just now flew up the city wall unexpectedly. Wu Xizheng didn't expect every cannon to hit the target directly, but with the same charge and angle, at least the flight distance of the shell and the landing point can be guaranteed.

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