Chapter 316: I Shixiong

The tattered battle flag still fluttered at the head of Jinzhou City.

After the great rout the day before yesterday, Tuo Lei finally gathered the remnants of the army and retreated to Jinzhou City, wanting to rely on the solidity of Jinzhou City to hold on for a while.

In order to avoid unnecessary casualties, Li Yunrui did not attack, but waited for the cannons behind, when the heavy artillery arrived, twenty cannons were concentrated at the south gate, and in the earth-shattering artillery fire, the seemingly impregnable city wall collapsed, and the entire Jinzhou City had fallen into the situation of the door opening.

Standing on the ruins, Tuo Lei looked south, and a flush appeared on his face.

Two days of fierce fighting did not let him fall, on the contrary, he felt that he had infinite fighting spirit gushing out of him, and the ambition that had been somewhat worn out in the past few years because of the embarrassment of the country seemed to have returned to his side, inspiring and spurring him, making him a hundred times more energetic day and night. He appeared in almost every part of the city defense, boosted morale, rescued the wounded, rushed to repair the city wall, and under his instigation, more than 50,000 soldiers of all ethnic groups in Mongolia and Han who fled back to the city did not collapse and mutiny, and their morale rose again.

"Let's go out of the city and fight a decisive battle, guarding the tortoiseshell-like city wall, that's what the cowardly southerners do, how can we Dayuan warriors wait for death here?"

The lieutenant general of the cowardly Xue army asked him for war.

It was also a last resort, because the walls had already collapsed under artillery fire.

"No, you are my last hope." Tuo Lei smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Wait for the Song people to enter the city, they want to occupy Jinzhou, they have to enter the city, when the streets and alleys are fighting, their artillery will not be useful, and at that time, it will be up to you." ”

Before he finished speaking, he heard the continuous sound of cannons in the Song army's formation, and the cowardly general cursed, pulling the thunder and flashing into the fortifications under the city.

Then, they heard the earth-shattering shout, and after some artillery fire, the Song army really began to charge.

"It's our time, hand-to-hand ......combat," Towley thought to himself.

However, what happened unexpectedly happened again, the Song grenadiers played a great role in hand-to-hand combat in the streets and alleys, and the revolver guns they used were very lethal at a distance of more than ten steps.

"You have already broken into the city, and you are still driving Meng Yuan street by street?"

Li Yunrui was a little dissatisfied with this news, and he frowned: "What are you entangled with those miscellaneous soldiers, capture the thief and capture the king...... Pass my military order, seize the tow mine, and sacrifice the Beijing division! ”

"Seize the tow mine and sacrifice the Jingshi!"

In the midst of such shouts, Meng Yuan retreated one after another, being driven out of every street and alley, and the entire city of Jinzhou was full of gunfire. The smoke of gunpowder has a choking smell, mixed with the smell of blood and sweat, which makes people feel disgusting and vomit.

Riding on a war horse, Towley felt a little strange, and in this situation, he still had the heart to pay attention to the smell around him.

"Your Majesty, let's go, the sons can't support it!" One of the generals, covered in blood, rushed through the smoke, forgetting to salute in front of him, and shouted loudly.

Tuo Lei smiled: "I heard that when Caizhou City was broken, Wanyan Shouxu intended to set fire to himself, but he didn't dare to set it on fire, so he was captured by the Song people." I, the direct descendant of Mrs. Alain Aho, the son of Temujin, and the descendant of the Golden Family, are not stupid and incompetent, but have been condemned to heaven, and there is nothing to pray for. This battle is the final battle of me, and the generals must no longer say a word, and set up the banner of the Song people, so that the little emperor of the Song people can understand that in this world, there are heroes who dare to fight against him after all! ”

His voice was hoarse at this time, and when he said these words, everyone who heard them was heartbroken, and the Meng general who persuaded him to retreat pulled out a dagger, cut his face, and slashed with blood: "Your Majesty has this heart, we will fight to the death, and we will not let the Song people laugh shamefully!" ”

"Fight to the death, fight to the death!"

Tuo Lei looked sideways at the flag general beside him, this is a tall and muscular Mongolian man, his flat face has no fear, no other expression, as if it is a sculpture, that is, standing silently at his side, holding his battered battle flag.

At 4:30 p.m., the street fighting was basically over, and the Han army and the Tanma Red Army either surrendered or fled, and retreated to the middle of Jinzhou City, only the Mongolian people were cowardly, and the number was about 2,000. Tuo Lei himself was also shot, but the cuirass smuggled from the Song people saved him, and after the projectile was bounced off by the cuirass, it only scratched his neck.

Two thousand Mongols were gathered in one place, most of them lost their horses, and they had no fortifications other than a simple fence.

"Are you sure the flag of the tow mine is in it?" Li Yunrui had gauze on his head, and when he entered the city, a stray arrow almost killed him, leaving him with some injuries.

"It's confirmed!" Wu Fang said with a smile: "His grandmother's, this journey has not been smooth, and he has not caught any military merits, and now he has finally picked up a big fish, Dudu, let me tell you, this time I will enter Beijing to offer prisoners, no matter what, let me be beautiful!" ”

"I'll wait until I get caught." Li Yunrui smiled, but he thought about it for a while: "I'll go with you to have a look, and try to persuade him." ”

Seeing that the Song people's offensive slowed down, Tuo Lei knew the Song people's intentions, and he motioned to his subordinates to take advantage of this last opportunity to rest, drink water, and eat. The Mongols did not have a single speaker, they stared at each other with hateful eyes, and busily went about their business.

"Tuolei, you are cornered, surrender now to save your life."

Among the Song army, someone shouted at the top of his voice, and the man spoke in Mongolian. Tuo Lei frowned, this Mongolian language is very proficient, if it is not a Mongolian person, or it has lived among the Mongolian people for many years.

"Your Majesty, I'll shoot that guy!" The subordinate will whisper.

"No, let him shout." Tuo Lei made a visual inspection, the other party was hiding nearly a hundred steps away, and there was a broken wall and a shield to cover it, it was not easy to shoot, rather than doing this kind of futile action to be ridiculed, it was better to be silent.

"Tuolei, as long as you surrender and are willing to surrender the grassland tribes, then you jackals still have a way to live, otherwise, the disaster of extermination is in front of you!" The voice shouted again.

There was a slight commotion among the Mongols, and Tuo Lei suddenly drove his horse forward, came to the front, and he shouted loudly in Chinese: "If it were the Son of Heaven of your Song Kingdom, I would still be able to surrender, defeated in the hands of heroes like him, surrender will not humiliate me, but what are you to dare to ask me, the son of Temujin, the descendant of the Golden Family, to surrender?" ”

"My father and I have conquered countless nations and defeated countless enemies, and we have the bravest warriors in the world, who have conquered the world by their own strength, not by cannons and muskets. We are all the best men in the world, and the lives of warriors can only be maintained with blood, not by bending their knees and surrendering—you Song people who are used to surrendering do not understand this. ”

"When the Khitans came, you surrendered to the Khitans, when the Jurchens came, you surrendered to the Jurchens, we Mongols came, and you surrendered to us again - under my tent, millions of Song people bent their knees into slavery and cultivated and smelted for me......"

His voice was a little hoarse, but the volume was very loud, and it was clear before the two armies. Li Yunrui listened to it and couldn't help but sneer, he also drove his horse out of the battle and came to the front of the two armies.

"That's enough." He coldly interrupted Tuo Lei's words: "Your heroic Lao Tzu, when he was captured alive by Li Ye, did not show much heroism. ”

This sentence interrupted all the boasting of Tuolei. Li Yunrui is not ready to stop there, he has never been a tolerant person, especially to his enemies: "Before Taizhuang, when your wife was taken captive, your Lao Tzu left in the wilderness, and he didn't show any heroism. ”

Tuo Lei's teeth creaked, and then he turned his horse's head and took his battle flag from the Qing Qi General's hand: "Rush!" ”

"Rush!"

The Mongols roared and rushed up, and though they had lost their horses, they were still riding as if they were on warhorses. Li Yunrui retreated into his own army, and in front of him, the guards closed like a door, and the three platoons of sergeants all raised their muskets, and at several high points, the new fire beads were also erected.

The two armies were separated by about one hundred and fifty paces, which was already within the range of the muskets, but it was not until seventy paces that Wu Fang gave the order to shoot.

There is a private saying in the Guards about the lethality of the platoon guns for the dense charge: the platoon is shot. If the Mongols had better artillery and better ability to command artillery and infantry to coordinate operations, perhaps they could have broken through this platoon tactic with the cover of artillery, but those bulky cannons that had absorbed the strength of the Mongol and Yuan dynasties were destroyed by the lighter and longer range Song artillery before they could come in handy.

The simple armor of the Mongols, simply unable to fight the muskets at such a distance, fell in rows, blood mist sprayed from their wounds, and their bodies were torn to pieces by tongues of fire.

"Rush, rush!" Tuo Lei rushed forward with the battle flag, but he was surrounded by dense guards in front of him, left and right, and these guards covered him with their bodies. He watched as his men, known for their bravery, were hit by the tiny projectile, or their skulls sliced off by the red-hot shrapnel, and they collapsed, never to get up again.

"Why is war not what I am familiar with in a short period of time?" Trei wondered what had caused him, just as Temujin couldn't understand why he had been defeated.

Song Jun was wearing blue-black uniforms, while Menghu was variegated, because of the gunsmoke, Li Yunrui's vision was a little blurred, and he only saw the variegated crowd falling in pieces. He raised his gaze slightly, staring at the battle flag of the thunder that was floating in the motley crowd, the flag was getting closer and closer to his position, Li Yunrui sneered, and the thunder took the risk of shouting, the purpose was to confirm the position of the supreme commander of the Song army, he was really cunning, and wanted to do this desperate blow that would end up in the same end - but, does this make sense?

The banner finally fell about fifty paces away from him.

"Clean up the battlefield and see how many are still alive - don't take prisoners, bury all Menghu's words, damn it, I've done this dirty job like Li Hanfan now, and I'm going to inevitably be impeached when I go back."

Different from the tension during the Taizhuang War, now when Zhao and Ju in Lin'an City are waiting for the Jinzhou battle report, they are very leisurely.

Half of the seven years of Yanhuang have passed, in his opinion, after the capture of Linlu Pass, the battle situation has been decided, and although the ice retreat plan of Tuolei is magnificent, the feasibility of this plan is really up for debate, even if the Bering Strait in later generations really formed thick ice, with Menghu's ability, how to identify the direction in the vast snowfield is a major problem, as well as material transportation, warmth, etc., Zhao Heju estimates, even if the plan of Tuolei is successful, The number of Menghu who can make it to Dongshengzhou alive will not exceed 20,000, that is, one tenth.

The natural conditions in the northwest corner of Dongshengzhou are also very harsh, and the water and soil alone are enough to wipe out the 20,000 people who arrived by luck.

Therefore, the Great Retreat Plan only added some variables to the outcome, but it could not change the fact that the Great Song Dynasty had risen to become the sole power in eastern Asia. The tow thunder who had the courage to learn from the Great Song Dynasty was defeated, and the rest of the sons were busy and not enough to be enemies.

"The official family is in a good mood today."

Han Yu sat upright with a smile, she was the oldest in the harem of Zhao and Ju, because she already had a bit of the mature charm of a middle-aged woman, and between her eyebrows, she was also the gentleness of a steady, loving and kind woman. No matter how many princes and princesses Zhao Heju's harem added, they were all enlightened by her without exception, so in the harem, although her status is not as prominent as Yang Miaozhen, she actually plays the role of an arbiter.

In front of Han Yu and Zhao Youju, there are a group of older clan children, both Zhao Mengjun is seven or eight years old, and Zhao Mengdi, the son of Zhao and Rui, who is only three or four years old. They are playing with ball, this is not a feather bow that Zhao and Ju made out to exercise for the harem girls, but a sport similar to basketball in later generations, the difference is that the baskets thrown by the young clans are not high, and the naughty Zhao Mengjun can even jump up and touch the edge of the basket.

"Looking at these kids, it's hard to think about it." Zhao Youju said with a smile.

Indeed, a group of boys are shooting on the wooden cricket court, while a group of princesses and county lords are shouting and cheering on the side, this is a "harem kindergarten" that Zhao and Ju asked Han Yu to run in the palace, Zhao and Ju believe that the bad habits of many people in the royal family can be avoided in this kindergarten. It is impossible to completely put an end to the arrogance of the clan, but at least let these heavenly nobles have a relatively sound heart.

"Official...... The slave has saved a lot of money over the years. Han Yu gently tapped Zhao Heju's knee, massaged him for a while, and suddenly said something completely irrelevant: "The salary given by the official family to the brothers and sisters of Yixue, the slave's share is stored in the bank, the slave is in the palace, there is no place to use the money, and it is a waste to save it, the slave wants to donate it and go into exile after the war in Liaodong, what does the official family think?" ”

"This is a good deed, I naturally approve of it, but don't donate it all, leave some more, I am entrusting the party to inquire about the families of you righteous young people, if you find your relatives, you can also help some, don't make people think that our heavenly family is ruthless." Zhao and Ju Dao.

Han Yu's heart warmed, and she glanced at Zhao Heju: "Your Majesty...... You don't have to, right? ”

"Yes, yes." Zhao Youju said with a smile.

Details determine success or failure, many of the young people who are righteous are now in charge, whether it is dealing with military or government affairs, they are all capable talents, and maintaining their loyalty has always been a matter of importance to Zhao and Ju. With the emergence of righteous teenagers in politics, their relatives and family members will inevitably become the objects of use by people with intentions.