Chapter Seventy-Eight: If God Helps
I was full of confidence in this gunpowder crossbow bed, as the saying goes, the higher the hope, the greater the disappointment. In the face of this ghost-faced giant shield that appeared out of common sense, he suddenly looked very powerless.
"Oh no, the ballista can't help this weird shield." Although the one-eyed dragon only had one eye left, Dan is his gaze is sharper than others, and he immediately saw the problem.
"How's that for good?" Gao Shide, who had originally used some cleverness and some knowledge of his previous life and modern life to get away with it, was suddenly a little panicked in the face of this approaching person step by step.
"Don't worry, general, we still have this strong wall, and we have the brothers under our command who can shed their blood for you. Someone came and brought the iron juice that had been prepared. As soon as the enemy's ladder approaches, you pour the iron juice down towards the ladder. The rest of the people are ready with thunderstone rolling logs. At this moment, Gao Shide's cowardly little shortcomings were finally exposed, but the one-eyed dragon, who has always been scheming, strategized and performed to the fullest.
Hearing the one-eyed dragon's words, Gao Shide, who was originally a little panicked, suddenly had a backbone. "That's right, according to the strategy of the military advisor. For the sake of your wives and children, and for the sake of the people of Pingjiang City, we cannot lose this battle, we can only win. Can only win. ”
Gao Shide, who came back to his senses, knew that he had behaved like a gaffe just now, or he was thick-skinned, so he hurriedly opened his mouth and said some encouraging words. When shouting the slogan that he could only win, Duan Siya, who had just given birth, and the baby son who had just been born appeared in his heart at this moment.
"You can only win. Can only win. Immediately afterwards, the surrounding soldiers also shouted slogans.
In order to boost morale, Gao Shide felt that he had to do something, after all, this was a life-and-death battle. I still remember watching a certain TV series in my previous life, where the marshal of that side shot an arrow across a horse with a bow and an arrow, and then killed the enemy general with an arrow, and then Ha Nu: "We will win." "That's what it was called uplifting, and the sovereign himself beat the drums, which also brought the morale to a climax.
I don't know what's wrong, on a whim, blood rushes to the brain. He snatched a one-stone bow from a soldier in one hand, which was the standard war bow of the Northern Song army. Pulling up a goose feather arrow, he roared with all his strength in the direction of the enemy's front, without aiming or pausing. Shoot the arrow and bow in one go, and shoot it into the sky. That's right, it's throwing, after all, Gao Shide has never practiced any archery events. That is, the original Gao Yanai had gone out to hunt a few times, and he could barely pull out the bow of this stone, but he was absolutely not sure that he would hit the target, so he pinned this arrow on God. I hope God can take pity on him, and don't expect to shoot a general, it's good to shoot an ordinary soldier. And his arrow was also shot at the dense infantry position, so he could hit one of them. Gao Shide said in his heart.
Maybe God finally opened his eyes, maybe it was Gao Shide's good luck, or maybe it happened that the little leader who held the flag didn't worship the Buddha when he went out, and he poured blood mold. The ecstasy of that arrow cannot be replicated. A perfect parabola, the falling arrow piercing straight through the neck of the little boss. He died immediately, and as the little leader who held the flag, the flag in his hand also fell. Although this is only an insignificant one among the hundreds of flags, even this shocked the people above the castle tower.
"This battle will be won. This battle will be won. I didn't expect that I really did it, and I couldn't help but shout excitedly.
The next moment, the soldiers of the whole city also followed and cheered, and in the face of the incoming enemy, one by one they appeared more determined, with a look of victory in sight.
Immediately afterwards, Gao Shide threw away the war bow, took the drumstick, and beat the war drum vigorously with the rhythm.
Thousands of soldiers marched in unison, ladders approached the city walls, and there were rushing cars hitting the city gates, but this siege battle was fought with great sound. At the beginning, Gao Shide, who was on top of the city tower, was also a little busy with such a standardized and professional siege. However, after repelling one charge after another, he slowly became familiar with the number of ways to resist. On this day, it was a close fight, because Gao Shide was the defender of the city, so the loss was far less than that of Pang Wanchun's department. It's a pity that Gao Shide doesn't have a general on hand now, otherwise he can go directly out of the city to fight and annihilate the incoming enemy in one fell swoop. So now relying on the city to hold on, but there is nothing to be done. Fortunately, Gao Shide had a plan, and the soldiers in the city had complete armaments, food and grass, and they were not afraid of consumption. The calculation is to fight a protracted war, and there is no big problem.
But Gao Shide can afford it, but Pang Wanchun can't afford it. In case Guan Sheng's main army came back to help, their 20,000 horses would not be able to resist the imperial army. And now that the plague had just passed, famine had begun again. The grain grassland carried by Pang Wanchun's 20,000 horses was only less than half a month, but fortunately, it has lost seven or eight thousand now, and saving a little food may be able to support it until the end of the month. And they have no logistical supplies at this time, if it weren't for the fact that there is also a grain and grass crisis on Fang La's side now, it would not have made them take such a big risk to attack Pingjiang Mansion. It's a pity that people are not as good as heaven, and of course, it cannot be ruled out that Pang Wanchun himself is careless and underestimates the enemy.
"Big brother, the king wrote from the king that because Guan Sheng had not made meritorious service for a long time, Song Ting sent Hu Yanzhuo to lead 50,000 forbidden troops to attack from the flank. If we continue to fight now, and we don't take Pingjiang City within ten days, we will be in danger, and we may be hit in the back. Pang Qiuxia said with a cautious expression.
"Damn, now the casualties of the soldiers are so large, let alone ten days, even if it is another five days, it is estimated that our 20,000 horses will be compensated here." After listening to his sister's words, Pang Wanchun shook his head with a wry smile and said.
"What then? Or let's withdraw! Pang Qiuxia said worriedly.
"But just like this, how can I explain to the king, and how can I explain to those brothers who died under this wall." Pang Wanchun clenched his fist with his right hand and slammed it on the table to vent.
"Big brother, stay in the green mountains without worrying about running out of firewood. What's more, the current situation is very unfavorable for us, and I believe that in the near future, we will personally lead the army and fight again to level the river. Pang Qiuxia looked at the eldest brother who was in such pain in front of her, and couldn't help but persuade her.
Originally, Pang Wanchun had plans to withdraw the army, and everything he showed in front of him was just a scene in front of his subordinates. After all, half of the men and horses were lost in this Pingjiang Mansion, and almost all of the remaining soldiers were injured. Now it's time to get down the slope of the donkey.
"Pass my general order and withdraw the troops."