Breaking the Game (2)

The Yuan army retreated after dark, and after half an hour of life and death, neither side took much advantage. The Breakers could not find a way to deal with the high-speed shooting of the Mongols, and the Mongols had no way to deal with the artillery bombardment. In the end, more than 2,000 troops died outside Yong'an City, and the total casualties of the broken army defending the city also exceeded 500. Above and below the city walls, there were piles of corpses. The blood was coated thickly, and it emitted a strong fishy smell in the hot and humid evening breeze, and it was so smoked that people could not breathe.

In the dark night, Yuan troops came one after another and set up a large camp outside the farthest range of the artillery detected by the cavalry. In order to drive away the moisture and mosquitoes of Fujian, the soldiers cut wood and lit countless fires in the barracks. From a distance, the lantern balls and torches are intertwined, which is larger than the vague Yong'an City.

In the villages near Yong'an City, the people have already fled. The soldiers of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, who could not get vent for sabotage, set fire to all the bamboo buildings, and wiped the traces of human civilization from the earth cleanly and completely. The thrill of destruction makes the soldiers tireless, and the thrill of destruction also makes the soldiers forget each other's racial boundaries. The Mongols, the Dangxiang people, the Khitans, the Jurchens, the Han people, and the unknown ethnic groups from the Western Regions, all of them were wearing the same clothes at the moment, and each other's eyes were full of bloodthirsty dark red.

Xiao Mingzhe was lying on the brick floor of the enemy building with his arrow box on his pillow, tossing and turning. The sound of piling and the noise of the soldiers as the enemy troops camped outside the city clearly reached his ears along the brass hoops on the arrow boxes. Occasionally, the sound of horses' hooves came out of the ground, and Xiao Mingzhe knew that it was a patrol of enemy troops hiding in the dark. After suffering several losses under Yang Xiaorong, the Yuan army became very alert. The outside of the camp was full of guards, trying to rob the camp, but there was no breakthrough at all.

At present, the defenders did not have the strength to rob the camp, and the difference in numbers between the enemy and us was too great, although the individual combat effectiveness of the soldiers of the Broken Army was comparable to that of the Mongol warriors, but the total number was only a little more than 20,000. The number of enemy troops outside the city has exceeded 200,000, and soldiers and horses are pouring in one after another. Once the camp raid was discovered by the enemy, the Yuan army could completely submerge the captives by relying on the tactics of crowds alone.

"General Xiao, haven't slept yet?" A low greeting came from the ground and drilled into Xiao Mingzhe's ears. Opening his dry eyes, Xiao Mingzhe saw Wan Yan Jingyuan, the commander of the Guards Regiment, squatting beside him with a dim yellow light ball.

"No, Brother Wanyan, why did you come up, does the Prime Minister have a new order?" Xiao Mingzhe sat up slowly and asked in a low voice.

"Not yet, the prime minister is afraid that the Tartars will attack the city at night, so he sent me to bring a battalion to help you. The staff officers put forward several sets of plans, all of which were flawed, there were too many enemy troops, and the number of our troops was too small. And the opposing generals are too cunning to dare to make dangerous moves. Otherwise, once the other party sees through, the entire defense line will be breached, and the people behind will suffer! Wan Yan Jingyuan shook his head and replied in a low voice.

The three important towns of Fujian, Shaowu, Fuzhou and Quanzhou, are all some distance away from Yong'an. Even if the Yong'an defense line was broken through, the Broken Army would have enough strategic depth to maneuver with the Yuan Army. It can even take advantage of the complex terrain in the mountains to lay a lot of traps for the Yuan army. However, Dachun's massacre order made all arrangements fall short, and the people dragged their families and mouths to withdraw slowly, and hundreds of thousands of people are still stranded on the west bank of the Minjiang River and do not want to cross the river. Once the captives get out of the way of the Yong'an line, these people will become the souls of the Yuan saber. The Breakers were unwilling and did not dare to do so.

"Alas!" Xiao Mingzhe sighed in a low voice. Anyway, he couldn't sleep, so he simply stood up, tiptoed around the other generals who were resting in the enemy tower, and walked up to the city wall with Wanyan Jingyuan.

On the city wall, exhausted soldiers with swords and steel crossbows lay next to each other behind the battlements. Some people are already asleep and make a slight snoring sound. Some people hadn't slept yet, and when they saw Xiao Mingzhe coming, they struggled to sit up and salute.

"Don't get up, don't get up, go to sleep. There's still a big battle to fight tomorrow! Xiao Mingzhe bowed down and commanded in a low voice. With his previous experience in the enemy, he knew that tonight's battle was just a test for the Yuan army. Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, when the follow-up Yuan army arrives, the test of the Yongan defense line will really begin.

"Bai Xu sent someone to report that the Shuizhai side was also attacked by the Yuan army in the evening, which did not last long, but it was very powerful. The entire perimeter wooden fence was almost flattened by the Yuan army! Wan Yan Jingyuan said in a low voice while inspecting the damage to the city wall.

The situation is not optimistic, since he rushed to Shao Wu to join the army, it was the first time he saw Wen Tianxiang's face so heavy. In the other several major battles, whether it was against Page Mi or Suodu, the Prime Minister was very sure. Even if there was a mistake in the entire battle plan, his calm smile made everyone around him feel that he had a backbone. In recent days, Wan Yan Jingyuan was clearly aware of the pressure on Wen Tianxiang's shoulders. This civilian commander is still calm in front of the generals. But after returning to his sleeping tent, the whole person seemed to be numb, and several times he even forgot to change his official uniform, and sat motionless in front of the map all night.

These words, as Wen Tianxiang's head of the guards, he can't say them to outsiders. As soon as I say it, I am afraid that it will shake the heart of the entire army. But he couldn't see the hope of his side winning. The Mongols' slaughter plan once destroyed the once prosperous Jin Kingdom. Dajin, who had a territory wider than the Great Song Dynasty, quickly collapsed in front of the butcher's knife.

"With artillery to help, they couldn't break our line for a while. However, if you are beaten so passively, I am afraid that Yuan Jun will think of other ideas! Xiao Mingzhe said to himself. The problem he thought of was similar to that of Wanyan Jingyuan, the Yuan army was large, and it was completely possible to divide troops to attack and plunder places. The main force of the Broken Army was nailed to Yong'an by Zhang Hongfan, and the other Yuan armies could attack Zhangzhou, Tingzhou and other places in all directions. If the peripheral cities fall one after another, even if several strategic towns are preserved, the Fujian Metropolitan Governor's Mansion will also be greatly damaged. In less than five years, the places that had been ravaged by the Yuan army could not be restored. And the Mongol army went and came back, and went and came back, and I don't know how many times it will be killed in five years.

Neither of them spoke anymore, listening to the noise in the distance, each thinking about his own thoughts. The small city with a radius of less than five miles was quickly inspected, and in addition to the Taishi River behind it, enemy camps were found in the northwest, southwest, and due west. Compared with the continuous camp, the entire Yong'an City is like a lonely boat submerged in the sea of lights, which is extremely thin. The invaders frolicked and sang tirelessly in southern and northern slang.

Suddenly, a trumpet was sent by the night wind, desolate and tactful. Immediately afterward, all the noise fell silent. The night sky is still terrifying. As if stuck in his neck, Xiao Mingzhe heard his own difficult breathing. The heart was beating wildly for no apparent reason, with the rhythm of the undulating beats of the flames in the distance.

"Poof!" The wind blew, and the butter wax in the lantern was blown out.

The second attack of the Yuan army began when the sun rose.

Dozens of large drums more than half a person high stand on the high slope. The Mongolian strong man wore his upper body and constantly adjusted the rhythm of the drum according to the command flag around him. Stepping on the sound of drums, the Yuan army flickered fast and slow, rolling over like locusts.

This time, the infantry became the main force of the attack. Facing the rising sun, they discharged a loose attack formation. Take the team as a unit and go hand in hand. The head of each sign (10 people) stands in the middle of the team and adjusts the progress of the team according to the sound of the drums.

Light and heavy artillery on the city walls were intercepted at the same time. But with such a sparse and well-prepared formation, artillery could not be as devastating as it was when it was first dropped on the battlefield. Sometimes a cannonball hits right and can destroy a squad, but other squads in the vicinity follow the drums of war, completely ignoring the deaths of their teammates. Sometimes the shells missed and hit the open space in the middle of several squads, and the nearby Yuan troops immediately fell to the ground and waited for the explosion to pass before continuing to advance. This method of evading bullets is very effective, and the exploded monolithic and the lead pellet added to the gunpowder particles cannot fly far in the air before they lose their lethality, and even if they fall and happen to hit the soldiers, it is difficult to smash the tough leather armor.

The explosion of the shells kicked up billowing smoke and dust. Tens of thousands of Northern Yuan soldiers withstood artillery fire and advanced steadily. Occasionally, dozens of groups paused, lowered dead branches, and lit bonfires. Others bypassed the fire and continued onwards. The squad that lit the bonfire completed the task and trotted back to the main formation. A small group of Yuan troops rushed forward carrying freshly cut branches, firewood and grass to light new bonfires in the middle of the battlefield......

On the battlefield, there are more and more fires, and the smoke is getting thicker. The chief gunner, who was standing at the head of the city, could no longer see the enemy's movements, so he had to order his soldiers to adjust the amount of gunpowder fired and bombard the enemy troops closest to the city wall. And after each round of firing, new columns of smoke appeared on the field, shells exploded, lit by the Mongols, criss-crossed and mixed.

Step by step, the Yuan army approached. Several heavy guns could no longer reduce the amount of gunpowder reloaded, and one after another stopped firing. Soon, the sound of light artillery also died down, and the commander of the division of artillery kept instructing the gunners to raise the tail of the gun with masonry, adjusting the angle of fire from upward fire to flat fire and then to down-fire fire.

The rhythm of the "rumble-rumble" war drum suddenly turned from staggered to continuous. Dozens of Yuan troops rushed out from behind the smoke of gunpowder, and the two soldiers in front of them erected shields on the ground and set up improvised protection. Several other soldiers stood behind the wooden shields, drew their bows, and shot at the head of the city.

The sound of feathered arrows and steel crossbows breaking through the air replaced the sound of shell explosions and became the main theme on the battlefield.

The captives were condescending, and the steel crossbow was shot steadily, accurately, and ruthlessly. The bow and arrow in the hand of the Yuan army accounted for a quick word, and it was fired continuously almost without interruption. For every time they endure a round of crossbow fire, they tend to counterattack two or three times.

Soldiers on both sides fell to the arrows, and the arrows from both sides became more and more dense. There were more and more Yuan army archers who rushed to the city, and there were hundreds of groups on top of each other. Although it was fired in a sparse formation, it did not have the momentum of a salvo in formation. But so many archers also brought a lot of damage to the city. Especially near the gun emplacement, there were almost no people standing, and every time the Yuan army fired, dozens of feathered arrows fell in front of and behind the artillery.

Hundreds of grenades ricocheted off the walls and exploded into the formation of archers. The sunlight above suddenly dimmed, and a cloud of smoke and dust rose one after another.

The feathered arrow's shooting stalled for a moment, and then it became even more frantic. The Beiyuan soldiers, who were not killed by the explosion, squatted next to the corpses of their comrades, pulling the bowstring desperately.

The smoke fell, and a large number of new dead bodies appeared outside the city walls. The clever Beiyuan soldiers simply set up the bodies of their companions and stacked them into high bunkers.

The grenade smashed outside the "bunker", rolled to the side, and exploded. The soldiers behind the "bunker" were unscathed, wiped the shredded flesh that had fallen on their faces, and continued to shoot at the broken army at the head of the city.

Seeing this, the other Northern Yuan soldiers immediately began to study. Flesh and blood bunkers were born under the city walls, like the wriggling tongues of evil spirits in the black smoke.

More than 100 squads of Yuan troops rushed out of the smoke and, under the cover of archers, rushed to the city wall. Someone shouted a few words in a hoarse voice, and the soldiers who rushed to the front raised their shields the size of the door panels to protect themselves and their companions on the left and right. Behind the giant shield, the other soldiers drew chisels and sharp hammers from their waists, jumped over the moat, and rushed to the base of the wall.

A row of crossbow arrows shot down, knocking down more than 100 Northern Yuan soldiers. The rest of the Yuan army did not stop at all, and rushed straight towards the city wall. After pressing his body against the base of the wall, sticking to the dead end of the bow and arrow, he lifted the chisel and slammed it into the gap in the masonry.

The clanging chisel was so painful that the soldiers defending the city lit grenades and threw them against the walls. The grenade smashed on the giant shield and rolled down, and the Beiyuan soldier who was in charge of guarding the chiseled city was quick and kicked the smoking grenade out from a distance.

"Boom!" The explosion sounded not far away, and someone behind was accidentally injured and shouted loudly. The people in front of them continued to clear all obstacles under their feet, regardless of them. This method works well against grenades that require the fuse to explode, although the kicker will be blown into the sky if the grenade kicker moves a little slowly. But the casualties of the Yuan army were greatly reduced, and after a while, hundreds of people had already stuck to the base of the city wall and began to dig the city.

Xiao Mingzhe lit a grenade and threw it against the edge of the city wall at the moment when the fuse burned out. The grenade exploded in the air, knocking over a group of soldiers who had carved through the city. The fragments of the explosion shot into the walls at the same time, blasting several black cracks in the stones laid on the perimeter.

Several of the Breaker grenadiers hesitated and threw the lit grenades at the archers further away. Before they could see their victory, the flying feather arrows had already taken their lives.

Xiao Mingzhe's eyes were red, and he commanded the soldiers to push down dozens of rolling logs. The spiky log on the perimeter sped down by gravity, and smashed against the giant shield with the sound of the wind. The concentrated giant shield was torn apart, and the rolling wood continued to fall, crushing the two chisels into meatloaf.

Dozens of surviving diggers screamed, dropped their chisels, and fled into the distance. The crossbow arrows of the Breakers ruthlessly chased them from behind, killing them one by one.

Someone approached the archers of their own side, trying to hide behind the "bunker". Behind the flesh-forged "bunker", a scimitar suddenly stretched out, chopping the fleeer to the ground. Immediately afterwards, a pair of large hands reached out from behind the "bunker", picked up the escapees who were still struggling in a pool of blood, and put them on the top layer of the "bunker".

A dense stream of crossbow bolts flew, and the fleeing man screamed a few times and did not move.

More Yuan troops rushed through the smoke, some continuing to cling to the walls, others joining the ranks of archers.

The drums of war thundered like thunder, and the bowstrings sounded like rain.

Blood, like a stream, flowed down the city walls. Mixed with the blood stains under the city, it was bright, and in the sunlight that occasionally pierced through the smoke, it was dazzlingly red.

Xiao Mingzhe carried a crossbow and ran back and forth on the city wall. Wherever there is danger, he runs to it. The archers of the enemy army inflicted a lot of damage on the Breakers, but they did not threaten the walls for the time being. The real scourge is those who lie at the base of the wall, and the walls of Yong'an City are very thin, with only a layer of ashlar blocks that have been pasted this year. Once the corners of the wall are chiseled, the entire section of the wall can collapse.

"Don't be afraid, use rolling wood, thunder stones, and smash it. Iron racket, iron racket push over, put down. Crossbowmen, crossbowmen and shieldmen cover. Artillery, the gunners have to think about it, do you have a small number of shells, you don't need to shoot far! He shouted loudly, reminding the soldiers to use their weapons flexibly. When the gunners hiding behind the battlements heard his words, their eyes lit up, and they ran to the enemy tower in the rain of arrows, and in a short time, the quartermaster rushed up with dozens of people and straw bags.

Dozens of feather arrows flew by, and the three Minzhuang carrying straw bags could not dodge and were shot on the spot. Straw bags fell to the top of the city, broke, and scrap iron slag used to make farm tools spilled all over the walls.

The gunners rushed over, scooped up the iron slag with a wooden shovel, and ran towards the artillery. The loader tore open the smallest powder bag and added half a bag of gunpowder. Iron slag was then sent into the muzzle, where it was solidified with wooden vertebrae, and several gunners pushed the cannon and aimed it at the archers under the city.

A red light erupted from the muzzle of the "boom" gun, which shot straight at a group of archers outside the city. The red light suddenly expanded as it approached its target, enveloping the entire team of archers.

At a distance of more than a hundred paces, the archers simply did not have time to react. Before he could make a sound, he was thrown to the ground. The smoke was blown away by the wind, revealing five or six black bodies.

The Northern Yuan soldiers who were digging the city didn't know what was happening behind them, and instinctively looked back. Before they could recover from their shock, an iron slap fell on their heads. The heavy pegboard smashed through the giant shield, knocking several soldiers to the ground at the same time. The people of the city turned their cranks, and the nails rose high and moved towards the next group of wall chisels.

The archers of the Northern Yuan Dynasty intercepted with arrows, and the light cannons on the city were fired one after another, each cannon was thousands of grains of iron sand, and as long as the people who were affected would become a sieve. The terrible thing is that most of the injured were not killed on the spot, but one by one, their flesh and blood were blurred, rolling on the ground and crying.

"Grandma's, look how you! Bomb, bomb, all to death!" Xiao Mingzhe shouted excitedly, and the crossbow swung up and down with his arm.

"Launch!"

"Launch!"

"Launch!" The artillerymen and archers coordinated with each other to suppress the Yuan offensive.

Without waiting for the sergeant to breathe a sigh of relief, another thunderous war drum rolled over, and after the thick smoke, there was a sound of "hissing, hissing" breaking the air, Xiao Mingzhe instinctively squatted down, and then, watching his personal guard fly up, with a wooden pole that was more than a foot long, flew high into the air.

Blood, raindrops fell all over his face.

Turning around, his eyes looked through the smoke of gunpowder, and he saw a row of bed crossbows, which were quietly pushed to within five hundred steps at some point, and under the pull of the Northern Yuan soldiers, the crossbow strings quickly reset.

"Artillery, artillery, explosive crossbows. Watch out for the crossbow, watch out for the crossbow! Xiao Mingzhe shouted loudly.

Dozens of Yuan archers rushed through the smoke and approached the city.

The artillery changed shells, adjusted the angle, and fired at the crossbow at a distance of five hundred paces. Nearby, it has become a world for archers, steel crossbows, feather arrows, and staggered back and forth.

Xiao Xiao is like the wind.

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