In the city of Luodu, there is still a chaotic and unclear situation.

On the line from Luodu Xiyuan to Yintaimen, because of the offensive from Nanguo, it is true that the fight is in full swing. But in Beiguo, which is full of ruins and ruins, there is a half-dead lonely and cold taste.

Although there are still a lot of traces of human activity, they are not concentrated in the direction of the imperial city.

After losing the camp and baggage outside the city, those generals who were already a little slack and tired had even more reason to refuse the order to continue the attack on the imperial city under the pretext that the equipment and materials were not well prepared.

The so-called loss outside the embankment is replenished in the embankment, and these generals trapped in the city no longer think about how to break out of the relatively safe city defense and repel the raging Hu cavalry frenzy at this time, but work harder to mobilize their subordinates to recover from the people in the city.

At this time, there were finally people on Anxiamen, and when they observed the enemy situation in the east, they suddenly decreased a lot, and became sparse and sparse, as if they were attracted away by some invisible whirlpool.

On another occasion, at the head of the Jingyuan Gate, there were people who swore that they heard the sound of cannons. So this news that may be the arrival of reinforcements was conveyed upward layer after layer in a certain mood of expectation.

At the same time, the impact and aftermath of the defeat outside the city continued to ripple among the troops inside the city.

The Baojie army garrison in the ruins near the imperial city resounded with a loud scolding.

"Fuck,"

"Just tell us to eat this soup and water...... Are you going to fight the city desperately?"

A fire chief who described emaciation got up angrily and kicked a pot of turbid soup to the ground.

"Before Lao Tzu got to the place, he fell hungry on the way first......"

Then looking at the things spilled inside, the sergeants who gathered nearby couldn't help but become more and more resentful and noisy.

"What kind of food is this......

"Those rats at the Junzi Grain Terrace treat us as cattle to fool us......

Because they could see that there were not many grains of rice or noodle soup in the muddy residues all over the ground, but there were a large number of uncooked beans, finches, and large clumps of grass blades and soybean meal, and it was obvious that the forage eaten by the horses was brought directly to satisfy their hunger.

This humiliating anger and resentment, under all kinds of hunger and exhaustion, is like a spark falling into a pyre, which suddenly spreads with their act of running in all directions

As the soup pots and boiling kettles were knocked over in a series of shouts and curses, and even several furry and skinned rats and rotting birds were found in the soup,

So more and more angry soldiers gathered, picked up the rats and other miscellaneous items found inside with the short daggers and iron forks in their hands, shouted slogans for food and law, and rushed to the nearest grain station in a rage, and looted the contents stored in it amid the shouting, fighting, and pleading.

When Wang Song was under the control of the capital, he was shocked to hear the news and sent his direct subordinate troops to suppress it, but it was already tossed until after dark, and when the night of chaos passed, it was 23 grain strongholds in the city, at least half of which were attacked by the mutinous soldiers, and even looted and destroyed.

Although the people who participated in the mutiny this time were only a few thousand people limited to the Baojie army, hundreds of leaders were beheaded, and several grain officials were executed, but they caused the consequences of the remaining grain storage and the loss of more than half of it.

This sudden result and accident made Wang Song's hands and feet cold again, and he almost fell ill with an old injury, and after losing the back road and credentials outside the city, he only felt that his authority and control were dying out.

This is an extremely dangerous signal and sign, either he will die without food, or he will die in battle with all his might, and when the matter comes to his point, he can only put down his figure and dignity, and go all out to ask the middle army in the south for help in food.

At this time, the news that reinforcements might appear outside the city was also sent to him after many turns, which somewhat lifted the feelings of the generals in the tent, and put the impact of this mutiny on the Baojie army for the time being.

But in the next step, there were fierce disputes and disagreements between the remaining generals about the disposition and strategy of the arrival of reinforcements.

Others are worried about the master-slave after the merger, if the deputy commander Xu Qing unites the northern recruit, and takes advantage of the situation for the Yanbian people to take advantage of the situation and compete for the dominance of the military horses on the Eastern Front, how should they, the Chinese army, deal with themselves.

This collection of opinions is a general meaning, most people still feel that their strength is far superior to that of the other party and there is still something to do, and they are really unwilling to let the other party see the embarrassment and predicament here.

So the night was fruitless, and they dispersed.

Conservative estimates of the unclear situation of the enemy and internal disagreements. Coupled with a certain selfishness that is unwilling to give up the harvest in the city, driven by the faintness of Li Lingzhi, they finally wasted this precious opportunity to break through the siege.

The only decision made was to take the risk of sending light cavalry and contacting reinforcements to find out the situation before making plans

At the foot of the North Mountain, the lost and recovered camp of the Shangqing Palace,

The sound of the intense gunfire and the agitation of the fierce battle had gradually subsided, and only the sporadic sound of cannon fire was used as a threat and deterrent to the small group of horsemen who were wandering and watching from afar outside the camp.

The whistling trajectory happened to approach in front of them, blowing up a large cloud of snow, dust and sand, and several riders rolled down on their backs and fell to the ground, so shocked that the rest of them all took their way and fled away.

In the midst of a mess that was overturned and trampled on, the guerrilla headquarters that was temporarily stationed still found a lot of materials on the spot that had not yet been destroyed or carried away by those Humar.

After those Hu Ma'er knocked down the camp of the Shangqing Palace, they didn't have much time to seriously search and classify, but just robbed indiscriminately, and wasted money, food, and armor.

In the former East Road Army's main formation, and now the rear transfer camp, there are still a lot of ready-made things left for us that can be directly used.

For example, a large amount of iron, clothing, firewood. Oil, carts, horses, and all sorts of tools and apparatus spare parts were abandoned in their place, piled up under tatters and snow, and left a large leak for my men.

At the same time, there were thousands of captured friendly survivors who were rescued, who were used as temporary hard labor, and suffered under the whips and sticks of those Humar, so after the counterattack, they also took advantage of the situation to fight, snatched weapons and fought with the enemy troops who were about to set fire to the camp, and the inside and outside joined forces to recapture the camp of the Shangqing Palace.

As a result, my subordinates were able to gain a ready-made foothold and rest for a while. Marching in large groups on a bitterly cold winter day is also a rather draining and tempering of the will.

However, in most cases the cost of the enemy's galloping on horseback was greater than that of my own formation, and this exchange ratio was obviously very advantageous.

Therefore, after being stationed in the camp, this advantage was further expanded, and the other party temporarily gave up the efforts to pursue and entangle.

Although this place has deviated from the original direction, it can also be seen more clearly from Luodu City, and it is only a dozen miles away from Heyang Bridge, which is enough to constitute a certain gesture of echoing and containment.

The former military commander Wang Gui's department, which is located in it, should also react and be aware.

The 20,000 horses I brought from Wujiao Pass this time, in addition to the main formation of more than 10,000 people in the five battalions and four teams, there are also three guards such as the Tabai Army, each of which is seconded to the eight battalions of soldiers who obey orders under my command, and now they are mainly staying in the White Horse Temple to guard the camp.

Therefore, these rescued friendly prisoners, except for some old soldiers who were still in good mental appearance and physical condition, as a supplement to the soldiers and auxiliary forces, were armed and sent to the White Horse Temple to rendezvous, so as to strengthen the strength to protect the rear.

It's just a small episode.

"I heard that you don't want to go to the White Horse Temple,"

I looked at the person in front of me with some surprise,

"Do you want to continue to fight with our army? ……”

"Exactly,"

The man is nearly forty years old, with sunken eyes and high cheeks, gray hair united, and several whiplash shackles on the bridge of his nose and eyes, but his eyes are quite firm and resolute.

"Please also ask the commander to complete one or two ......"

His name is Duan Hong, and he was originally the reserve general of the Zhuangwu Army's jumping battalion, and he is also the only one with the highest rank among the friendly troops who have been captured now. Because those taller than him were either killed in battle or transferred to other places, he led the rebellion and rebellion of the prisoners in the previous camp. He was supposed to take the scarred captured troops to the White Horse Temple.

"Can you tell me why......

I asked in a noncommittal whisper.

"Self-righteous and wrong-...... war"

As if he remembered something, his voice couldn't help but rise a little.

"The camp was too light before......"

"So some are unwilling to ......"

Then talking about the fall of the Shangqing Palace transfer camp, he couldn't help but be full of hatred and resentment, it can only be said that it is the so-called entrusted non-people, at the critical time of Hu Ma'er's attack, his superiors were messed up, and made a lot of stupid moves, and the soldiers who stayed in the camp did not fight hard, so they had no choice but to be a prisoner in a daze.

Therefore, this time, I can't wait to follow our army, to be ashamed of these Huma'er, and to seek some fame and justice for those sons who have died of death.

Although I was quite unimpressed with his thoughts, I thought about the military spirit and war spirit that could be used, and agreed to his request, but only stipulated the constraints on the basic order and prohibition.

Then he told Mu Long to go down, and armed Duan Hong and other soldiers who were willing to stay with excess armor, and temporarily organized them into the 10th Brigade of the Temporary Auxiliary Army, and placed them in the rear team as a mobile force to support them when they marched, so as to observe the after-effects.