Dead and Alive(7)

For a moment, Arhan felt the scimitar in his hand weigh like a thousand pounds.

On the opposite side of the hill and half slope, I don't know when a mixed phalanx of riding and foot appeared. More than 30,000 soldiers of the Broken Army firmly protected the artillery group behind them.

If it was on the plain at the moment, Arhan would not hesitate to lead his men down and trample the opposing army to pieces. But now it is in Fujian, a place where plains are much rarer than mountains.

At the foot of Arahan is a nameless hill. Chen Hangyan's feet are also a dirt slope. Sandwiched between the two armies, there was a valley, a stream that was so clear that it would not be deeper than the horses' hooves, singing songs and going far along the valley.

Whoever attacks first on both sides must rush into the mountain stream first. That seemingly beautiful stream will become a death trap. When the side that rushes down reaches the bottom, the inertia is exhausted, and the pace will inevitably slow down. And at that moment, they will have to endure the condescending blows of the enemy archers.

Arakhan is brave, but not reckless. He was unwilling to take his subordinates into the valley to die.

He didn't move, and Chen Hang's eyes on the other side didn't move. At this point, Chen Hangyan can already see the final outcome of this battle.

The evening before yesterday, Chen Hangyan was caught up by Zhang Tang's messenger fast horse in the Guming Mountain. At that time, he was complaining that Zeng Qin's battle plan was too easy. Traveling sixty miles every day, for the reckless heroes and She soldiers who are accustomed to walking the mountain roads, it is simply a tour of the mountains and rivers.

No one expected that it was Zeng Qin's plan to march slowly that gave Chen Hangyan and Zhang Tang the opportunity to readjust their tactics.

After receiving the news that Zhang Tang had attacked and advanced in the direction of Anxi, Chen Hangyan immediately broke his strength, changed the location of the division to Anxi, and sent people to climb over Guming Mountain overnight, and informed Zhang Tang of his position and ideas.

Subsequently, Chen Hang's eyes suddenly accelerated, and he rushed to Anxi day and night.

At noon on the second day, Chen Hangyan received Zhang Tang's second letter at a place called Mulan Village on the east side of Guming Mountain. In the letter, Zhang Tang told him that the letter he had sent along the coastal road had been received two days earlier. However, the first standard and artillery division of the Broken Capture Army have entered Anxi City at this moment, and yesterday they fought a fierce battle with the Tartars outside the city, and won a little.

Zhang Tang begged Chen Hangyan that if he could see the messenger, he must hurry to a village called Sandaowa twenty miles north of Anxi City as soon as possible, where the first standard and the artillery division would prepare tents and dry food for Chen Hangyan.

Immediately, Chen Hangyan ordered to throw down his baggage and rush forward lightly.

And Zhang Tang also received Chen Hangyan's second letter at this moment. So under the guise of fatigue after a fierce battle, he spent most of the day in Anxi City. It wasn't until Ali Hague and Arakhan were almost impatient that they led their troops out of Anxi.

In one afternoon, the first standard only traveled twenty miles. When he saw the division of troops between Arakhan and Ali Hague, he immediately stopped. The camping location is just three depressions.

More than 30,000 people in Chen Hangyan's department slipped into Zhang Tang's camp overnight.

Overnight, the number of captives fighting against the Yuan army rose from 20,000 to 50,000, far surpassing the opponent in terms of morale, training, and equipment.

Ali Hague and Ah Rahan's plan was perfect, but they didn't expect that Zhang Hongzheng and Lu Shikui didn't block Chen Hangyan, and they didn't expect that Chen Hangyan would put down his worth and obey the dispatch of Zhang Tang, who was much lower than him.

This is a coordination that Arakhan and Ali Hague cannot understand. Therefore, the moment he saw Chen Hangyan's battle flag, Ah Rahan knew that he had lost this battle.

All that's left to consider is the question of losing more and losing less.

Chen Hangyan has time that can be consumed slowly, but Ah Rahan can't afford it. The morning breeze kept sending the sound of explosions and the smell of gunsmoke into his nostrils, as if to remind him that Ali's Hague Ministry was under the bombardment of hundreds of artillery pieces.

After a moment's hesitation, Arhan finally swung his scimitar.

More than 10,000 long-standing iron riders rushed down from him like a torrent. Arakhan, who likes to charge with his subordinates and taste the thrill of capturing the flag in the army of ten thousand horses, grabbed the reins of the war horse.

The war horse under the crotch was kicked into the air with two front legs, opened its mouth, and let out a long neigh. The backs of more than 10,000 Northern Yuan soldiers disappeared into the smoke and dust brought up by the horses' hooves.

At that moment, what Arakhan saw was scarlet.

The whole world is red, red city walls, red earth, red streams, and the head of Yong'an City, the blood-red battle flag of the Broken Army.

Mrs. Wan held up the scimitar that had cut the gap, let out a desperate howl, and pounced again.

Yong'an City can no longer be called a city, the thin city wall has been hit by two days and two nights, has broken more than a dozen gaps, each gap is full of corpses, the Mongol army, the Tanma Red Army, the Han army, and the broken army.

Each gap is a big mouth of the devil of hell, and the soldiers on both sides of the attack and defense are constantly adding people in, adding in, adding in endlessly.

The artillery at the head of the city was no longer able to fire due to the high heat. The gunners poured water, horse urine, and even human blood on the barrels of the guns with all the liquid they could find, but the cooldown of the guns still couldn't keep up with the enemy's attack speed.

In the wilderness, the Northern Yuan cannons (catapults) were also broken down into parts, and under the cover of night, these bulky siege weapons had caused great damage to the defenders, but the short range and slow rate of fire made them quickly become targets for artillery and bed crossbows.

The war has reached this point, it has been reduced to the lowest state, there are no secret weapons, there is no equipment for absolute superiority, and even the command and cunning of the commander-in-chief are useless. The soldiers on both sides fought hard with their will and physical strength to see which side fell first.

Physically, the Mongols, who made robbery their profession, were far better than the Song people.

In the gap, it is often a Mongol warrior who needs three or four warriors to come forward to meet him. But the gap was only a gap after all, and the other Northern Yuan soldiers who followed behind could only watch the samurai on their side fight fiercely with the enemy, but they couldn't help at all.

The tenacity of willpower, but the Broken Army far exceeded the Yuan Army. In this, there is the foundation deliberately laid by ordinary training, and more importantly, the hatred of the atrocities committed by the Northern Yuan in Fujian.

Xiao Mingzhe witnessed how nearby villages were turned into no-man's land by the Yuan army, and witnessed the grain fields turn into white land and houses into rubble fields. The recruits who followed Zou Wei were shocked by the cries of the people along the way.

Taking a step back is home.

Defend this city, then the parents and brothers behind them have to be preserved, lose this city, then more than a million people in Fujian no one can live, no one dares to retreat, no one can retreat, in front of the beasts, retreat is also death, why not go forward to fight, keep a man should have dignity.

With the skillful cooperation of several soldiers of the Broken Capture Army, they picked up a Mongolian warrior who had broken into the gap by stepping on the corpse of his companion and threw him high into the air. The Mongol warrior, whose body had been pierced by spears and several holes, fell to the ground, but did not immediately lose his breath, struggled to his feet, and howled a few times before falling down again.

The other Northern Yuan soldiers who witnessed all this followed suit and howled wildly, swarming, and rushing towards the gap. A row of crossbow arrows whistled and knocked down a dozen of the besieging soldiers. Those who were not greeted by the crossbow arrows were not afraid to wipe the blood splattered on their faces, waiting for their dark red eyes to pounce.

"Kill, take this city, never seal the sword!"

"Kill, take Fujian, everything is yours, the marshal won't take anything!" The junior officers were running, agitating, and using beautiful paintings to mobilize the last trace of combat effectiveness in the soldiers.

Zhang Hongfan and Da Chun deliberately concealed the inference that the flanks might have lost, and instead boosted morale with promises of wanton slaughter and looting. The bloodthirsty factor in the Beiyuan soldier's body was stimulated by the commitment of the two, and the impact completely disregarded life and death.

The Yuan soldiers who rushed forward were wave after wave, making Yong'an City tremble.

Xiao Mingzhe led more than a dozen veterans to guard a gap in the corner of the city wall, which was more than a dozen steps long, and the remaining wall roots had been added to the slope by the corpses of the Yuan army. The Northern Yuan soldiers of the brigade attacked from here.

Xiao Mingzhe raised his hand and sent out a crossbow.

The sharp sound of breaking the air immediately spread throughout the entire city wall, and the crossbowmen of the Broken Army who followed Xiao Mingzhe's side pulled the trigger alternately.

The Northern Yuan soldiers who rushed to the forefront were shot into hedgehogs and stacked on top of the corpses of their comrades. Their bodies immediately became stepping stones for the latecomers, and several Mongols as wide as they were horizontal and vertical jumped in front of Xiao Mingzhe on the corpses of their companions.

Xiao Mingzhe abandoned his crossbow, drew his sword, and swept diagonally towards the waist of the nearest Mongolian warrior to him. "Dang!" With a bang, the broken blade was picked open by the Mongolian warrior, and Xiao Mingzhe felt a tingling sensation in his wrist, and the empty door on his chest was exposed.

The Mongolian warrior struck a blow, stepped forward half a step, and the scimitar brought up a gust of wind, rolled back diagonally, and went straight to Xiao Mingzhe's door. At this moment, two spears crossed over, one blocking the scimitar and the other stabbing the Mongolian warrior in the chest.

Xiao Mingzhe took two steps back, retracted his body, and the broken blade brought a cold light in the setting sun, and slashed at the Mongolian warrior's shoulder again.

In terms of martial arts and arm strength, he was born as a Jinshi in Wenbang, and he was more than a little bit worse than the Mongolian warrior in front of him. But Xiao Mingzhe is confident, and he believes in the cooperation between the soldiers of the Broken Army. On the battlefield, even if a person is a martial artist, he can't block the gun formation composed of three flower guns at the same time, not to mention that the opponent is just a reckless man with extraordinary strength.

Buried knife, waist knife, oblique knife, hard dance, Du Hu summed up several special moves according to the characteristics of the broken blade was played by Xiao Mingzhe to the fullest, three or five moves, the Mongolian warrior on the opposite side not only failed to take advantage of Xiao Mingzhe, but was forced back by him a few steps.

Half a step back, outside the city, the Mongolian warrior shouted wildly, jumped high, slammed a spear with his shoulder, and threw himself down at Xiao Mingzhe with a knife.

Another spear hurriedly stabbed into the air, and the Mongolian warrior knocked the head of the spear away with a knife, and his body castrated non-stop, and smashed straight towards the top of Xiao Mingzhe's head.

Even a person with armor, weighing nearly 200 catties, if he doesn't die, he can smash Xiao Mingzhe into a cripple. In mid-air, the Mongolian warrior smirked and was infinitely proud.

At this moment, a white wax rod was picked up in the air, and with a shake, the body of the Mongolian warrior was reversed. Before the warrior could hit the ground, several steel knives slashed into his body at the same time.

"You!" Xiao Mingzhe, who was a little frightened, widened his eyes, and he didn't know what kind of words of thanks he dared to say.

Yang Xiaorong, the owner of the white wax rod, smiled at him, turned around and met the new opponent. A spear in his hand made it like a dragon out of the water, plucking, picking, belting, and stabbing a few times, reversing the situation at the gap.

"I was ordered by the prime minister to come to support with a minor injury!" Yang Xiaorong used a spear to knock over an opponent and explained with his back to Xiao Mingzhe.

"Thank you, Brother Yang!" Xiao Ming raised his sword and joined the battle group again. Dispatching the brothers near the gap, with the remaining city walls on both sides, they greeted the Yuan army approaching with rolling logs, stones, and nails.

"Let's talk about getting out alive!" Yang Xiaorong answered lazily, and there was a little depression in his words. Then he had no time to speak, and the spear in his hand shook into a ball of flowers, and the spear killed him.

At this moment, Yang Xiaorong didn't mention how much regret he felt in his heart.

Learning literature and martial arts well and selling goods to the emperor's family is an ancient precept that Yang Xiaorong has been instilled since he was a child. As for which emperor it is, the elders in the family did not deliberately emphasize it, and Yang Xiaorong was not rigid.

He is not a person who has a clear distinction between right and wrong, whether it was on the side of the Great Song Dynasty or the side of the Great Yuan, it was all for the sake of mixing bowls of rice. If you can get a high position to return to your hometown, of course, you will get what you want in your life.

So in addition to the family heirloom marksmanship, he is most proficient in how to shoot Sima Fart. With the kung fu in his hands and mouth, he also quickly gained a place in the Yuan army.

If it weren't for the recklessness of the page and the reckless invasion of the Broken Army, Yang Xiaorong's future in Dayuan can be described as bright. Who would have thought that Page Mi was defeated and annihilated by the Broken Army, which had only been formed for a short time. At the critical moment, Yang Xiaorong chose to defect from the battlefield, betrayed the dense breakthrough plan, and preserved his strength.

With Yang Xiaorong's concept of self-holding, it is understandable to do so in troubled times. Forced to take refuge in Wen Tianxiang due to the strength of the army, he can still find an opportunity to surrender in the future.

What shocked him was the military might of Wen Tianxiang's Broken Army and the prosperity of Shao Wucheng. In Shaowu, after a fantastic few months of training, Yang Xiaorong completely changed his judgment of the situation.

What has not changed is his speculative psychology of following the strong to fight the world. With his experience in the three armies of the Song Army, the Yuan Army and the Broken Army, Yang Xiaorong keenly felt that in the future, the world may be surnamed Wen. At this time, the people who followed Wen Tianxiang around him will all be the founding fathers in the future.

Therefore, he devoted great enthusiasm to the training of soldiers and the study of new tactics and command methods. Even the news of his family's murder did not affect his enthusiasm.

After Li Guida surrendered, on the order of Wen Tianxiang, Yang Xiaorong led his troops to the front line to block Dachun, and he fought with all his heart. Da Chun became a lover of talents, asked Li Guida to write to him, and shifted the blame for the execution of his whole family by the Yuan Court to Wen Tianxiang, telling him that it was the Broken Army that first spread the news of Yang Xiaorong's defection, and then forced the Northern Yuan Court to take action.

This kind of well-founded provocative words leaked out of Li Guida's mouth did not make Yang Xiaorong waver. On the contrary, he was more determined that Wen Tianxiang would be able to win the world in the future. Yang Xiaorong believes that those who achieve great things are not informal, and if Wen Tianxiang is a good man who will not use any means, he is even less worthy of his loyalty to him. Therefore, he guarded Yong'an and still spared no effort.

But Yang Xiaorong didn't expect Wen Tianxiang to risk his life, as a superior person, he would act as bait for the subordinate. He didn't expect that the battle would be so tragic that Wen Tianxiang still refused to retreat.

If you die in Yong'an today, what will go down in history in the future, what glory and wealth will be gone. Therefore, Yang Xiaorong regretted that he did not choose to surrender earlier. However, at this point, there are no regrets. I can only grit my teeth and persevere.

The sky was getting darker, and the battle around the city walls was getting more and more intense. A large group of Yuan soldiers rushed over with bows and arrows, suppressing the broken soldiers on both sides of the gap. Without the support of rolling logs, rocks, and crossbow arrows, the pressure on Yang Xiaorong and Xiao Mingzhe suddenly increased, and all the enemy troops outside the city rushed to one place, forcing them to rush in front of them.

The white wax rod spear in Yang Xiaorong's hand was overtired and broke. He discarded the half-cut rod and replaced it with a much shorter spear. Soon, the spear broke into two pieces after stabbing through a centurion's lap armor. Yang Xiaorong once again took off his blade, picked up a scimitar from the pile of dead, and fought with the Mongolian warriors.

Xiao Mingzhe's martial arts skills were far inferior to him, his helmet was crooked, and he didn't know if it was the blood of the enemy or his own, and it dripped all over his forehead. The plate armor attached to the key part of the chain mail also fell off, swaying in front of the chest, corresponding to the black wound on the left shoulder. Several Beiyuan soldiers saw that it was cheap, and they rushed to the area guarded by Xiao Mingzhe, trying to cut off Xiao Mingzhe's head first.

Xiao Mingzhe's personal soldiers were exhausted, and no one could rush over to help him. You can only save yourself.

Yang Xiaorong swung his knife and slashed the warrior in front of him, the scimitar took off his hand, and he screamed and cut down the Mongolian warrior who rushed in front of Xiao Mingzhe from behind. He silently muttered in his heart, "Hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer, and if you come to a higher position, Lao Tzu will surrender!" Pick up a mace and knock on the door of another samurai.

Surrender to these visionless soldiers, and your head will only be cut off for credit. He didn't dare to take this risk, he wanted to find someone who knew his worth, and dragged Xiao Mingzhe to the past. Only then can you make a contribution and escape the catastrophe in front of you.

Finally, Yang Xiaorong saw a Mongolian military general wearing a long-term uniform in the crowd that surged up.

At the same time, Captain Wan bit the pillar and roared and pounced on Xiao Mingzhe. Xiao Mingzhe, who was exhausted, was forced to retreat again and again, and he was about to die under the pillar biting knife.

"Don't kill him!" I don't know if it was out of concern or to leave a way back for himself, Yang Xiaorong shouted, gave up his opponent, and pounced.

"Then kill you, it's good!" The chipping scimitar swept aside, and with a local sound, Yang Xiaorong's mace was knocked aside. Then he turned around and encircled Yang Xiaorong in the range of the scimitar's attack.

The two originally had a side to help, but at this moment, when they saw that it was Yang Qianhu who had sold the page of dense food, they could not hide their resentment, gave up Xiao Mingzhe, and slashed at Yang Xiaorong with a knife.

Yang Xiaorong was forced to be in a hurry by the enemy forces in front and behind, and wanted to make a move to abandon his weapon and surrender, but he hesitated for no reason. Stumbled under his legs and sat on the ground with his buttocks.

"You've got it too!" The captain bit the pillar and waved his knife with a cruel smile, and went straight to Yang Xiaorong's neck.

"It's over!" Yang Xiaorong instinctively closed his eyes. Then I felt my body hit and fell to the side. When he recovered from his nervousness, he saw a soldier he had never known, holding the arm of the pillar with both hands. The scimitar, which was supposed to cut off his neck, was completely submerged in the soldier's chest.

"General!" The soldier spat at the blood foam and used all his strength to hold on to the arm that had bitten the pillar.

Yang Xiaorong was instantly screamed by these two words, jumped up, and smashed a stick on the door of the pillar.

The tall biting pillar was smashed and swayed and fell to his knees. Xiao Mingzhe pounced, and the broken blade pierced into the lower abdomen of the biting pillar.

Several people fell at the same time.

"General!" The wounded soldier smiled at Yang Xiaorong with a look of admiration and satisfaction.

"Ahh While rushing, he let out a wolf-like cry, "Lao Tzu is Yang Xiaorong, Yang Xiaorong of the Broken Army, come up and die, come up and die!" ”

Several scimitars left long wounds on him, and he was even more frantic when he was injured.

For the first time in his life, someone he didn't know gave his life for him, without considering any question of whether it was worth it or not. This person's deathbed sentence of "general", and his face full of admiration, broke the last line of defense in Yang Xiaorong's heart.

"I'm Yang Xiaorong, the Broken Army!" In my ears, a voice kept shouting. On his face, Yang Xiaorong felt tears keep flowing.

Xiao Mingzhe followed behind Yang Xiaorong with a knife in one hand and the head of the pillar in the other. Anyone who attacked Yang Xiaorong from the side was desperately blocked by him. By this time, he had given up hope of survival, and as long as he fought with someone, it was a lose-lose move.

The Northern Yuan soldiers at the gap couldn't stand this kind of desperate tactics, and slowly retreated, and the remnants of the broken army that were blocked in the city came up and slowly filled all the vacant positions.

Someone pushed a steaming half-cannon, up the city, and aimed it at the archers below. Seeing this, the archers who were holding their bows and carrying out the task of suppressing them shouted and fled into the distance.

The Warlords rushed up and slashed down several of the retreaters. The rest of the people shouted and rushed towards Yong'an City again.

The drums shook the sky, and the head of the city was shot into a series of battle flags, and a string of human heads were raised one after another.

Tens of thousands of households bite the pillar, thousands of households Zhang Sheng, Wang Wencheng, thousands of households Dong Ming, Luo Rilen, etc., a familiar face of Zhang Beiyuan's soldiers, looking down from the high pole.

Outside the city wall, Da Chun's heart was so painful that his heart was like a knife.

Most of these people were his subordinates, who had fought with him for more than ten years, but they were all buried outside Yong'an City.

"Dashuai, retire the army, if we fight like this again, we will have no brothers!" Nerha stumbled in front of Taharu, fell to her knees with a "plop", and cried.

Without the assistance of trebuchets, the city was stormed, and the casualty ratio between the attackers and defenders was always more than five to one. The Yuan army had confidence in the Song army's victory in a hundred battles, and it was usually based on the fact that the defenders would collapse after a third of their lives.

And for a few days, Nerha saw a team that was even more brave than the Mongol army, with a casualty rate of more than forty percent, and still refused to retreat. Confidence in victory was shaken immediately after the news of the death of several mid-ranking generals.

Da Chun didn't speak, and his hands holding the telescope trembled uncontrollably.

"Dashuai, you can leave some seeds for our department!" Nairha cried again, her smoky face covered with tears.

Dachun put down the binoculars, raised his leg and kicked Nerha to the ground, and scolded loudly while kicking: "You bring people to kill me, don't come back if you can't enter the city." Withdraw, after withdrawing, tell us how to face the battle flag of the Broken Army in the future! ”。

Nerhalen paused, rolled over and got up from the ground.

Da Chun is right, if he loses again at this moment, all those who are defeated and retreat will never be able to raise the courage to face the broken army in the future. Thinking of this, he drew his scimitar and took the lead in running towards the Yong'an city wall, calling a new wave of attacking teams to follow as he ran.

"Brothers, go on, there aren't many people left in the city!" Nairha shouted. Several commanders followed him, raising the wool in the air.

The Yuan offensive was once again like a tidal wave.

Xiao Mingzhe and Yang Xiaorong held the gap in the city wall shoulder to shoulder, fighting to the death.

Wen Tianxiang and Zou Xun also came up, and each of them took a team of personal soldiers to make an emergency in the city, and everywhere they went, they could hear a burst of cheers.

No one was defeated, and the news of Zhang Tang and Chen Hangyan's meeting had been spread. At this moment, the more fierce the Yuan army attacked, it meant that they had reached the end of the crossbow.

Yong'an City was in front of him, and Nerha raised her scimitar and shouted loudly, "Woohoo, woo, woo, oh--".

"Woohoo, woo, woo, oh--" Thousands of soldiers shouted, wolf-like voices echoing through the field. The outside of the city suddenly seemed to be a ghost domain, and the sunset on the horizon exuded bursts of coldness.

Wen Tianxiang stood at the head of the ruined city and beat the war drums himself.

"Knock, knock, knock, knock!" The flaming drumbeat overpowered the frenzied wolf howls and reverberated between heaven and earth. The exhausted soldiers raised their swords and stood where they were supposed to stand, the last shred of strength in their bodies ignited by the sound of drums.

"Kill! Brothers, let the Tartars look at my big Song boy" Zou Xun jumped on a pile of city bricks, raised his knife and shouted.

"Big Song boy!" Countless people shouted in unison.

"Banish the Tartars!" Zou Xun shouted again, and suddenly, he felt that his heart was blocked by blood, and he didn't know what to say to mobilize the morale that was already boiling at the moment. After a pause, he finally shouted with all his strength, "Give me back the rivers and mountains!" ”

"Expelle the Tartars, return my rivers and mountains!" The voices of tens of millions of people converged into an earth-shattering shout.

In the shouting, the men who stood one by one met the bright scimitar.

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