Chapter 62 Bloody Battle Tiger Valley

Looking at the Tatar soldiers who were receding like a tide, Tang Zhenhu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Bayi Chinese ???.? Stretched out his hand to wipe the blood stains on his face, turned his head to the guards next to him, who were also covered in blood, and ordered: "Go quickly, count the casualties!" ”

The guards took the order and left, leaving only Tang Zhenhu leaning on the battlements of the city wall panting. It was nearly evening, and it had been three full hours since the Mongol Tatars began to attack at noon. I hope that I can see reinforcements tomorrow, otherwise as long as the Tartar soldiers attack again, I am afraid that this Huyukou will be lost.

"Grandpa, let your grandson rush back with the warriors." Bahan Naji, who was ordered to command the siege, said in a hoarse voice. I saw that his face was full of exhaustion, and the unwillingness in his eyes could be seen by anyone.

I didn't answer directly, but asked, "How many casualties have we?" ”

Speaking of this, Bahannaji's expression couldn't help but darken. The battle was very fierce, and the corpses under the city walls were piled up, which made people feel sad to look at, these are all warriors of the tribe. Sighing, Bahannaji said weakly: "Nearly 2,000 warriors were killed in the battle, and more than 500 were seriously injured. ”

My expression has not changed. After decades of fighting horses, he had already lost his sense of these casualty figures, and even if he was sad in his heart, as a Great Khan, he was reluctant to show it to others.

"Well, there are not many defenders in the city, and they must have suffered many casualties after three hours of continuous siege." I said to myself, turning my head to look west at the sky, where only a red light remained.

"Grandpa, then you let your grandson lead people to attack again, this time your grandson will definitely be able to take Huyukou!" Bahannaji hurriedly said that if he stopped fighting today, he would be really unwilling in his heart.

I replied with a slight smile and a kind look in my eyes: "Go ahead, it's already so late, and the reinforcements of the Han people will definitely not come." This time, we will strike with all our might, and we will definitely be able to conquer Huyukou. At that time, there will be no obstacle in front of Pingchuan, there is no need to rush to Datong, and the grain and grass collected along the way will be enough for our tribe to survive this winter. ”

It turned out that when the attack began at noon, I had always kept a hand. Only 10,000 of the more than 30,000 men and horses under his command were sent to attack the city in turn, and the rest of the men and horses have been waiting to guard against the arrival of reinforcements from the Ming army.

There is also a reason for this, the Han people are the best at intrigue and trickery, which is a lesson that I have learned through countless blood over the years. Although there have been no Han reinforcements arriving at Huyukou these days, the more calm it is, the more worried I am in my heart.

Judging from his experience, the Han people are ignoring such an important Huyukou, and it is very likely that they are setting up a big game. Once you fall into their trap, you will definitely have no place to die.

But now that it is so late and still no reinforcements from the Han people have appeared, I can completely conclude that this time it is not the Han people who are setting up a situation, after all, it is very difficult to march and fight at night, and they will not appear at this time.

Hearing that it was an all-out blow, Bahannaji couldn't help but look happy. With such a big battle, the Ming army in the city was absolutely unable to resist, and he was confident that he would take Huyukou with one attack.

Bahannaji was ordered to arrange troops to prepare for the siege, while Alta was still firmly in the middle army. He was very relieved to hand over the siege to Najib, and believed that he would be able to arrange it properly.

I didn't move, and the little prince Xin Ai who followed him didn't move, but just watched thoughtfully as his nephew Najib went away.

During these days, Father Khan has handed over all major and small things to Najib, and it seems that the rumors he heard are still somewhat reasonable, maybe Father Khan really has the heart to pass on the Khan position to Najib, a stinky boy who has not dried up.

I have a group of wives and concubines, and there are many heirs. Although the sons of the Great Khan, these sons of Altan did not enjoy the glory and wealth, and as soon as they reached adulthood, they began to lead the army alone, adding bricks and tiles to the prosperity of the Tatars.

But the crockpot does not break from Inoue, and the general will inevitably die in the town, and after so many years, several sons who can take on great responsibilities are either killed on the battlefield or disabled, or they have passed away first.

Now the only one who can still live and fight with me all year round is Xin Ai's youngest son. And Xin Ai is not polite, he has always regarded himself as the heir to the Khan throne, and he is the only one who has been in the Khan position since he asked me to answer.

But Xin Ai ignored his nephews who were growing up, and he originally heard that he scoffed at these things, but the current situation couldn't help but worry him.

Pressing this stubble without mentioning it, looking at the Mongolian Tartars that pounced on ants in the dusk, Tang Zhenhu, who was standing at the head of the city, couldn't help but feel dizzy.

The guards have just reported that the casualties in these three hours are extremely heavy, and now counting the lightly injured soldiers, the soldiers who can go to the city to defend against the enemy are just over a thousand years old!

"Someone." Holding on to the wall, Tang Zhenhu, whose face was a little pale, turned his head, looked at the guards who came to him and said weakly: "Go, take a few people to Yanghe City to report the news, just say that Huyukou is lost, and the Mongolian Tartars will arrive soon." ”

"My lord, you can let the lowly man stay." As soon as he heard this, the guard's eyes immediately turned red. He also saw that this tiger pass could not be defended, and whoever reported it at this time could save his life. But Lord Tang has treated himself well for so many years, how could he, as a personal guard, leave him to run for his life alone at this time?

Tang Zhenhu's eyes widened, and he scolded: "Bastard, do you want to disobey?" ”

Tang Zhenhu's temper is known, and he has never said it three times. This is the second time, and if he doesn't go again, maybe he will have to engage in his own military law.

Holding back his tears, the guard knelt on his knees, kowtowed, and said, "My lord, take care!" With that, he suddenly got up and turned his head and ran under the wall.

Taking a deep breath, Tang Zhenhu raised his head and swept his eyes, looking at his soldiers who were still fearless in the face of an enemy several times his size, Tang Zhenhu suddenly had strength. With such a group of good brothers here, what is there to fear if you die on the battlefield!

"Kill!" With a loud shout, Bahan Naji, who had been in the lead, grabbed the reins of his horse, and the Tartar soldiers who followed behind him rushed forward with all their strength and shouting. Even though the arrows at the head of the city continued to rain, no one took a step back, and the courage was visible.

The stones and logs prepared at the head of the city had long been used up, and watching the Tartar soldiers under the city climb up the ladder, Tang Zhenhu grabbed the spear in his hand with a glaring eye and stabbed at the person in the lead.

With a miserable scream, the Tartar soldier who was stabbed in the chest raised his hand and hugged the barrel of the gun, and his eyes were still a little happy. Through the armor on Tang Zhenhu's body, this Tartar soldier has already seen that his status is not low, if he can be dragged off the city wall, he can be regarded as making a lot of money.

However, Tang Zhenhu is not a vegetarian, as soon as he saw that the Tartar soldiers grabbed his gun and didn't let go, he used all his strength to pick up the tough gun without thinking about it, and the strength was so great that even the Tartar soldiers who were grabbing it also picked up the ladder. Then there was another thud, and only a thud was heard, and the Tartars slammed into the walls.

With a miserable cry, the Tartar soldiers' eyes were full of unwillingness, and they let go of their hands and fell on their backs to the base of the city wall.

As soon as the distance of nearly four zhang fell, the lethality of more than 100 catties of people was greater than that of the stones falling from the city. Only two more screams were heard, and the two Tartar soldiers who were waiting to climb the ladder below were instantly knocked to the ground and never got up again.

Tang Zhenhu didn't look at this situation at all, and continued to concentrate and lean forward and stab at another Tartar soldier who was lying on the ladder.

Shot after shot, focusing on stabbing Tang Zhenhu didn't know how many Tartar soldiers he had killed, until a few screams came from his side, which pulled him out of this state of concentration.

Tang Zhenhu turned his head to look, but there were several Tartar soldiers from the east rushing to the city. Without thinking about it, Tang Zhenhu first threw the spear in his hand at the Tartar soldiers under the city, and then pulled out the Pu knife at his waist and rushed forward with a shout.

The knife was fierce, and the three Tartar soldiers who rushed to the city were cut down by Tang Zhenhu in the blink of an eye, and the remaining one was also stabbed by the surrounding soldiers and fell to the ground after stabbing seven or eight big holes.

However, a thousand troops were too few, and the soldiers were nervous and fought for a long time, even if they were beaten with iron, they couldn't stand it. Tartar soldiers rushed up from this place, and immediately after other places, they were also broken through by Tatar soldiers in 6 succession, and the soldiers of the Han family at the head of the city fought with the Mongol Tatar soldiers.

There were more and more Tartar soldiers rushing to the city, while the Ming army soldiers were fewer and fewer. However, everyone is a battle-hardened veteran, and they know that the more scattered they are, the easier it is to be easily slashed by the Tartar soldiers. So while slashing and killing with the Tartar soldiers, he subconsciously gathered towards Tang Zhenhu's side.

But there are too many Tartar soldiers, and the sky is completely dark, although there is snow to take care of, you can still see more clearly, but it is impossible to see where Tang Zhenhu is.

The shouts of killing became weaker and weaker, and Tang Zhenhu, who was facing the enemy back to back with more than a dozen soldiers, knew that he was now powerless. There are so many Tartar soldiers in the city, maybe the next end will be to be dismembered by random knives.

There was no fear in his heart, Tang Zhenhu had a calmness. Everything that can be done has been done, and he can be regarded as worthy of the armor on his body, and he can be regarded as the cultivation of the imperial court. As for where I can hit later, it depends on how Datong's Wang Zongbing responds.

"Grandpa, Huyukou has been taken!" Bahannaji galloped back with excitement on his face, and shouted impatiently before he could get off his horse.

I replied with a hearty laugh, looked at Bahan Naji who ran in front of him and said kindly: "Well, you did a good job, you should take credit for this battle." ”

"Hehe, Najib, you're much better than your uncle." Xin Ai, who was following behind me, said with a smile, but there was no look in his eyes like the elders appreciating the juniors. This little thing really looks like it's going to be its own opponent!

The simple Bahan Naji didn't show his uncle's thoughts, and hurriedly stroked his chest with his right hand and said, "Thank you uncle for the compliment, and I will ask your uncle to give him more guidance in the future." ”

As soon as these words came out, the smile on my face was even bigger. Najib is not only a clever child, but also a kind-hearted man, and if he inherits the throne in the future, his uncles and brothers will definitely not be in trouble.

"Grandpa, please move into the customs." Bahannaji stretched out his hand and smiled.

"Hahaha, okay, enter the customs!" I was also happy in my heart, and took my son and grandson on horseback and walked towards the Huyukou where the city gate was open.