Storm II

After fighting for half a lifetime, he suddenly turned from chasing and killing people to being surrounded by people, and this turn Dachun was a little difficult to adapt. After forcing himself to sleep for a few hours, before the sky was light, he put on his armor and walked out of the row.

The two incompetent soldiers, Un and Gia, heard the footsteps of the marshal, and quickly got up and dragged their boots and ran out. Seeing their embarrassed appearance, Da Chun smiled faintly and comforted: "Don't worry, I'm just going to walk around and see how the brothers are prepared!" ”

The soldiers agreed, straightened their clothes and armor, and went to order a team of guards on duty, and followed behind Dachun. The streets were quiet, and both the Mongol warriors and the Tanma Red Army had heard from the junior officers that they were going to break out at night, so they did their best to recover their strength so that they could run faster than their companions when they broke through.

At the end of the street there were a few long neighs of war horses, which sounded heart-wrenching. Suddenly, the neighing ceased, replaced by the heavy wheezing of the animal before it died. It was the soldiers slaughtering the horses, there were no supply points along the way, and the men had to prepare enough dry food before breaking out.

Several low wails came from one of the courtyards, accompanied by wails and the shouting and scolding of junior officers. Then there was a scream, and then an even louder cry rang out in the courtyard.

"What's going on? Are there any Southerners in the city? Dachun looked at his own soldier Un in confusion. On the other party's face, he saw the same blank look. Shaking his head, Da Chun led the guards to the courtyard.

This is a courtyard left by a large local family, the eaves and tiles look very dilapidated, but the trees and rockeries in the yard are arranged in an orderly manner. Contrary to the elegant style of the courtyard, the cloister that was originally used to enjoy the scenery was full of wounded soldiers. The army was defeated so badly that herbs, white cloths, and other healing items were lost on the battlefield, and the wounded had not been carefully cared for for for days, so the minor injuries had become heavy, and those who were seriously wounded had been carried to the edge of the newly dug pit in another corner of the courtyard, ready to be buried at any time.

"Give me a knife, give Bai Yin a knife, Bai Yin can cover everyone in the city to break through!" Suddenly, a Mongolian man covered in blood rolled out of the pile of "corpses", knelt on the ground and shouted.

"Bai Yin, do you want to go down the mine!" A man dressed in a centurion suit caught up, grabbed the man's collar hard, and cursed angrily.

"I can still fight, I can still fight! I don't want to die, I don't want to die! Bai Yin cried and struggled, and thick blood flowed down the wounds on his body. In the pile of corpses, several Mongolian warriors who were also seriously injured sounded trombones, and their voices of grief and indignation sounded particularly bleak.

Da Chun's eyes instantly widened, as the commander of the first army, he had never cared about the fate of ordinary soldiers. At first glance, when I saw the Mongols healing their wounds like this, I was so shocked that my whole body was wooden, and I was frozen on the spot like a clay sculpture.

"Brother, you go first!" With a wave of the centurion's blade, Bai Yin fell into the dirt pit. Following his movements, several soldiers pounced on the Mortal Wounded with their blades.

"Stop!" Dachun came back to his senses from surprise and shouted. Immediately afterward, he rushed over, snatched the knife, and punched the centurion to the head.

In the earthen pit, the remains of more than a dozen samurai were already lying. Each one was covered in blood, and it was impossible to tell which one had died of serious injuries and which had been slaughtered by his own people. Da Chun kicked the ruthless centurion with his foot, and scolded angrily as he kicked it: "Whoever asked you to kill your own brothers, they are all Mongols, and you can do it, you brute, black-hearted wolf cub!" ”

The centurion was kicked and rolled on the ground by him, but he didn't dare to fight back, he held his head with both hands, and cried: "It was the order of General Erdemutu, the Great Khan will not ask people to pay for them to go back, O Marshal, it is better to give them a good time than to let them die in the dark mines!" ”

"Erdemutu!" Hearing the name, Dachun stopped beating the centurion. Erdemutu was the only general among the defeated army to stay awake and gather his ranks, and Dachun felt that he must have a reason to do so.

A correct answer slowly surged in Da Chun's heart, and before he knew it, his lower lip had been bitten by himself, and blood slowly flowed down the corners of his mouth. Erdemutu was right when he said that in order to prevent the cattle and horses from flowing south in the steppe, the Great Khan would never let the captives' families redeem them. In that case, there were only two fates that awaited these seriously wounded, either to die of illness or exhaustion in the mines. Even if they are lucky enough to be redeemed by other steppe heroes, they will be used as a tool for the Mongols to kill each other. Rather than that, it's better to let them die neatly.

"Marshal, give us a knife, we are willing to cover the army to break through!" Several wounded people who were lying in the pile of corpses waiting to die saw the hope of survival from Dachun's actions, crawled over, and hugged Dachun's legs.

Da Chun hesitated, and his heart was instantly filled with pain. Before that, he already felt that he had nothing to worry about in the world, his daughter had already been sent away, and he had also copied dozens of copies of the summary of his combat experience with the Broken Army, and brought them to different generals. has been brilliant for half of his life, even if he is drunk and lying on the battlefield, he is not shaken in his heart. But at the moment when he saw the wounded soldiers crying, he hesitated,

It was these soldiers who made the empire of His Majesty Kublai Khan and Dachun himself. They robbed the women, the most beautiful ones were to be kept for the Great Khan, the jewels were robbed, and the most luxurious ones were to be handed over to the Great Khan. The money was robbed, and more than half of it was to be handed over to the Great Khan. Although after layers of exploitation, not too many things may have fallen into the hands of the Great Khan. But the loyalty of these soldiers to the Great Khan and the commander cannot be erased.

However, what did these soldiers end up with but death? No matter how big and extensive the territory of the Great Yuan Empire is, what did the Mongols who lived as nomads in the steppes go? A feeling of powerlessness surged from Da Chun's heart little by little, and one by one, penetrated his whole body.

"Dashuai, I still have an old mother at home, and two daughters are unmarried!" Seeing that Da Chun's face showed an unbearable look, the wounded soldier thought that he had a chance to live, and begged bitterly.

Da Chun slowly squatted down, the tears on his face mixed with blood, and fell down one drop at a time. He crouched down, gently wiped the mud from the wounded soldier's face, revealing his weather-covered face, and then pulled out his waist knife and cut the wounded soldier's throat with one sword.

"Uh, uh..." The wounded soldier clutched his neck and looked at Da Chun in disbelief, looking at the hands that wiped his face clean and then took his own life, his body twisted a few times, and he didn't move.

"Brother, I'm sorry for you!" Da Chun carried the bloody knife and walked to the next seriously injured number. A few seriously wounded trumpets who prayed for their lives knew that they would die, and no longer pleaded, tore the tattered clothes on their chests, and raised their heads to the sky and let out a trombone.

"Ahh Like a wolf, the crows waiting to taste the dead corpses on the old trees flew up in flocks, echoing in the sky above Le'an City.

"Ahh All the wounded soldiers and those who "saw them off" were in harmony with the trombone sound, like a pack of lone wolves, seeing their own ends.

Dachun stabbed his waist knife into the chest of one of the wounded soldiers, pulled it out, and stabbed it into the body of the next. With each stab, his heart ached, and with each stab, he felt that he had killed himself.

"Ahh The trombone sounded farther and farther away, and soldiers in several nearby courtyards followed suit. Farther away, the Mongol warrior, awakened from his sleep, rolled out of bed and followed the call at the top of his voice.

"Ping-pong, ping-pong!" In the midst of the desperate cries, there were suddenly a few discordant sounds, and suddenly, a few more. Immediately afterwards, some noisy howls came out of the wolf's horn, louder and clearer.

"What's going on!" Da Chun raised his head, reached out and touched the tears and blood on his face, and asked with blood-red eyes.

"No, I don't know!" The pro-soldier Jia agreed in embarrassment, wiped the tears from his face, and stumbled out. The soldiers who were slaughtering their own people stopped and stared blankly in the direction from which the noise came. It was due east of the city, and a few puffs of smoke rose from there, reaching into the sky.

"Whole team, whole team!" The centurion, who was beaten by Da Chun and had a blue nose and swollen face, was the first to react and shouted at his subordinates. The soldiers, armed with bloody knives, ran around him. No one cared about sending their own people on the road anymore, and the seriously injured people who were lying on the ground waiting to die grinned, and the expressions on their faces did not know whether they were laughing or crying.

"Report, report to the marshal, east, east, rebellion!" The pro-soldier Gia stumbled in, shouting hoarsely.

"Who rebelled? What's going on with the sound of cannons! Da Chun was so angry by this stupid soldier that he grabbed the other party's neck and asked.

"Marshal, the Tanma Red Army rebelled, opened the East Gate, and the Broken Army, the Broken Army came in from the East Gate. East Wall, East Wall changes hands! The pro-soldier Unn ran in and reported breathlessly.

"What?" Dachun threw away Jiya, his body shook, and he fell to the side, and several guards hurriedly stepped forward and hugged him tightly.

"Dashuai, hurry up and organize the men and horses to go out of the city and take advantage of the chaos to rush north, otherwise, everyone will die!" The centurion rushed forward and suggested, and after saying that, he threw down Da Chun and rushed out of the courtyard with his hundred-man team.

"The handsome man has an order, give up Le'an and attack north!" Someone shouted loudly in the streets, gathered the rebels who rushed out from the various courtyards, and ran north.

"It's General Erdemutu, it's General Erdemutu, big marshal, hurry up and get on the horse!" The pro-soldier Un snatched a war horse and pulled it in front of Dachun. General Erdemutu is good at gathering the remnants of the army, and with him, everyone has hope of living.

"Let's go, it's over!" Ignoring his own soldiers, Dachun staggered to the pit full of the corpses of the wounded. It's over. The artillery of the captive army could not be fired accurately at night, and if they broke through this night according to yesterday's plan, Erdemutu and others, who were following the second line, would still have a chance to rush out. Now that the Tanma Red Army has rebelled, the surrounding civilian army has been killed. In broad daylight, who has the ability to escape?

"Dashuai, run away!" Regardless of how depressed Dachun was at the moment, Unn and Gia, the two pro-soldiers, peeled off a tattered shirt from the corpse and hurriedly put it on Dachun's head.

"Run, where do you tell Ben Shuai to escape!" Dachun stubbornly broke free from the control of his own soldiers and questioned loudly.

"Flee to ......" has always been a smart pro-soldier Wu Enlen, yes, where to flee, the breakthrough failed, the whole army was lost, Da Chun as the commander of the army, where is there a place in the world.

"To the north, escape, flee back to your hometown!" The pro-soldier Jiya didn't have so many bends in his heart, and said loudly. If Da Chun refuses to escape, as a personal soldier, he can only stay by Da Chun's side until he dies in battle. It's not worth it, he's not in his twenties, and his life has just begun.

"Yes, flee back to the grassland, never to come back!" Unn had an idea and followed Gia's words of advice. He understands the despair in Dachun's heart at the moment, so he can only use his distant hometown to inspire the other party.

"Back to the prairie?" Da Chun's cloudy eyes rekindled a little brightness, the grassland, as if it was far away, he had forgotten what it was like there.

The two pro-soldiers glanced at each other and forcibly put Da Chun on the war horse. The three of them met each other, taking care of each other and rushing into the chaos. On the streets, the Mongol soldiers were in disarray, crashing everywhere like flies. Dozens of Red soldiers with red cloths wrapped around their arms hid behind their houses and shot deadly cold arrows at the Mongol warriors under the trees. On the high city wall, there are large groups of "bandits" and sporadic soldiers of the broken army running and fighting. They condescended, and the bows and arrows and steel crossbows in their hands were specially greeted to the samurai wearing the uniform of the general.

Part of the Mongol warriors, under the command of Erdmutu, carried out a local counterattack. The rebellious Tanma Red Army did not dare to engage the Mongol warriors face to face, and whenever bands of samurai came to kill them, they abandoned their defensive lines and retreated to other streets. Whenever a samurai was left alone, the Tanma Red Army and the "bandits" swarmed up, killing the samurai with swords, sticks, and stones, and cutting off their heads.

The situation in the city became more and more chaotic, and the Mongol warriors, caught off guard, soon lost control of all the walls, arrows, and battlements. The new attached archers of the brigade, led by the officer, ran along the trail to the top of the wall, taking turns shooting, and the feathered arrows shot down from the city wall gradually became organized, and the Mongol generals with feathered arrows in their bodies continued to fall from their horses.

"Don't fall in love with the war, don't fall in love with the war, go north, go north, directly impact the opponent's camp, directly impact the opponent's camp!" Erdemutu shouted frantically outside the city. Under his command, the Mongol army was integrated into several large groups, giving up the rescue of their comrades in the city and rushing straight north.

On the north side of the joint venture, Wu Zhong and Zhang Zhizheng were in a hurry, the two of them had done a lot of business with Fujian in recent years, and they had accumulated a net worth of millions, of course, they disdained to cut off the heads of Mongolian warriors to receive the reward of the seven silver coins. But Erdemutu wanted to take someone out from under their noses, and the two obviously couldn't agree.

Seeing the Mongolian cavalry getting closer and closer, Wu Zhong took off his spear from the saddle and raised it high into the air: "Brothers, the Mongols have bullied us for so many years, and today, it is our turn to exert our might." Each thousand-man team listens to the order, defends the formation, and does not let a single horse slip by! ”

Three teams of 1,000 heavily armored infantry men ran forward from behind Wu Zhong and erected a shield wall behind the deer barricade between the trenches and the trenches. Behind the heavy shield wall, the pikemen raised the tip of their spear and passed over the top of the heavy shield. Behind the pikemen, the archer untied the quiver from his waist and put the wolf's tooth arrows into the soft mud in front of him.

The sound of horses' hooves suddenly increased, and in the blink of an eye, the first group of Mongolian cavalry that broke through rushed to the front. Several hoplites were frightened and looked behind them. But he saw Wu Zhong and Zhang Zhi each with more than 100 cronies, standing in the open space not far behind them, motionless. The timid infantryman sighed and closed his eyes in despair.

"Ping!" The artillery erected on the high slope of the Breakers was the first to strike, and several Mongol warriors who rushed forward at high speed were hit by shrapnel and flew off their horses. The war horse that was subjected to it ran away by inertia, bent its knees, and fell to its knees. The cavalry rushing up from behind did not stop at all, and directly trampled the samurai and war horses into meat sauce.

"Archer, shoot!" Wu Zhong's spear suddenly pointed straight ahead. Thousands of long arrows soared into the air, whistling, and into the chaotic convoy of horses.

The soldiers of the new annex army were not well trained, and the arrows they shot were of different distances, forming an interception surface. If the two armies are in front, this way of shooting will definitely be made fun of by the opponent. But today, the Mongolian warriors who rushed forward couldn't laugh, and the feathered arrows from different distances just covered all the space in front of them, and no matter how they adjusted the speed of their horses, they couldn't avoid this rain of arrows.

More than 300 cavalrymen fell in the first wave of arrows and became a tiptoe stone for the cavalry behind. Before the cavalry could rush a few steps forward, a second wave of arrows arrived, once again pulling more than a hundred Mongol warriors off their horses. The fallen Mongol warriors rushed desperately, oblivious to the sound of feathered arrows whistling in their ears. In the process of this disorderly rush, they dare not stop, they can only move forward, and if they stop, they will be trampled by the people behind. (please support alcoholics to 17k, support genuine)

Dozens of cavalry rushed to the first trench and rode their horses into the air. Some horses jumped over the trench and landed on hard ground. Some of the horses were ill-prepared and had fallen into the ditch before their legs jumped. The horse and its owner struggled desperately in the mud, and in the blink of an eye they were shot into hedgehogs by feathered arrows. Some of the war horses hit the deer at the moment they landed, and the warriors and horses hung on the stakes at the same time, blood splattered everywhere, and countless war horses rushed over desperately, filling the ravine with mud bags and the corpses of men and horses.

After the four shots, the deer broke, and some cavalry rushed to the shield wall. The shield wall covered with spears made him unable to attack, so he could only wave his scimitar frantically, find a relatively weak spot, and hit it directly. Soon, the samurai who rushed up were hung on the tips of their spears one by one. The pale-faced spearmen of the new annexed army held the barrel of their guns, their bodies trembling, but the formation stood as rocky.

More cavalry rushed forward one after the other, opening gaps for their companions with their lives. The soldiers of the new annex who withstood the first wave of shock were also aroused to blood, and pounced on the gap with their knives. Around each gap were lying corpses, Mongols and Hans, one by one.

"Grandma's, kill me, don't take prisoners!" Wu Zhong rode his horse and galloped back and forth after the battle formation, and wherever there was danger, he rushed to it with his own soldiers. Zhang Zhi, another general of the new annex army who had just revolted, carried a big sword, his hair was scattered, and he scurried in front of the Mongol warriors like a madman.

There were more and more Mongol warriors rushing over, and the formation of the new annexed army was somewhat loosened. Someone quietly moved his steps closer to his companion. The momentary cowardice caused a bigger gap, and the Mongolian warriors who escaped death rushed in from the gap one by one, ignoring Wu Zhong and the others who were shouting and inviting to fight, and went straight to the north.

After another heavy trench, more than 1,000 musketeers lined up in three rows, and under the command of Zou Xun, calmly pulled the trigger. The flint wheel turned quickly, and a string of bright sparks appeared. A red dot surged along the arquebus, quickly towards the inside of the musket.

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