Chapter 65 Thunderbolt Strikes the Southern General (3)
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At this time, the Badulu army, which blocked both ends of the city wall, was also routed. Carrying it on the shoulders with people, the Song army finally transported several bamboo generals to the front of the battle line, and the power of the bamboo generals was even three or four layers of cowhide armor. After two or three shots, a hole was immediately dug in the iron defense line of the Badulu army. The Song army swarmed up and drowned the Badulu army in numerical superiority. Under the attack of the three-way army and horses, the Badulu army in the northwest corner finally could not support it and began to retreat towards the cloud ladder. At this time, Wei Sheng took advantage of the chaos of the Badulu army, found a loophole, rushed to the cloud ladder to the city, and set a huge iron-shelled cannon on fire and threw it down. There was a loud bang under the city, and the exploding iron cannon blew the cowhide cave car to pieces, and Yun Ti fell down with a few panicked Badulu troops, and at the same time announced that the rest of the Badulu troops on the city wall had no way to retreat.
Wei Sheng, who had just dropped the iron artillery, did not have time to draw his sword to defend himself, and was immediately surrounded by a large number of angry Badulu troops, and he shouted loudly while dodging the attack of his sword and gun: "Since you are cornered, when will you not surrender?" ”
The weakness of the Badulu army lies in this, if it is a cowardly Xue guard, he will probably choose to fight to the end in this situation, just like the choice of the vast majority of bald flower warriors in the Battle of the Nine Posts. But Badulu is a death row camp, and once it is encircled, it immediately has the heart of change. Several Han army Badulu listened to Wei Sheng's shout, and quietly came to the side of the leader of the Badulu army who was guarding the army, and shouted, swords and guns were raised, and the officer in charge of the army was killed on the spot.
"Don't fight! I'm waiting to surrender! "I'll surrender!" As the first man put down his weapon, two people, three people, ten people, and more than 200 Badulu troops at the head of the city all abandoned their blades, which in this era meant surrender. Amid the cheers of the Song army in the city, the large-scale siege of the Mongol army was once again frustrated.
Zhang Rou had a gloomy face, watching as the last Mongolian battle flag was cut down by a Song army, and it fell from the city wall in a gloomy manner. The lack of his participation in such a fierce battle is like a fierce beast locked in a cage and watching his companions be slaughtered for such a butcher who lives by fighting. If it weren't for Tath's repeated orders not to allow him to go into battle. He almost had the idea of leading his subordinates forward to charge without permission. You must know that he is a wealthy family in Hebei, and for the Mongolian nobles who have lax management, sometimes the orders of these northern nobles are not as good as their commands.
Tath watched coldly from the sidelines, and had already seen Zhang Rou's dissatisfaction. He pointed at the Hanshui River with a horsewhip and calmly pointed at Zhang Rou: "Don't just look at the victory or defeat on the city wall, you see what it is." ”
Zhang Rou raised his eyes and saw that there were slight waves on the Han River, and there was nothing else abnormal. He knew that Tath would not make such a joke for no reason, and for a moment he watched carefully as a small boat was moving slowly in the withered reeds of the north shore. The ship was also tied with reeds as a camouflage, and ordinary people would never have seen that there was a small boat in ambush unless it had been broken by Tasi.
"It's Meng Puyu's sentinel ship!" Zhang Rou shouted: "This guy is the best at robbing the camp at night. It seems that there must be a good show waiting for our army tonight. ”
Tath nodded and smiled at Zhang Rou: "Then how we entertain these guests who come in the dark tonight is up to you to decide." ”
Just when Zhang Rou was preparing to meet the night attack of the Song army. Zheng Yunming also deployed a night attack plan to everyone at the city gate after a fierce battle.
"Tonight, the second watch cooks, and the third watch comes out. Chen Guang led 500 guerrilla troops to go out by boat from the Northeast Water Gate, Zhu Sheng led 500 troops out of the West Gate, and Hu Yanyu led 300 people out of the South Gate. He said with a stern expression: "Whether the war can end, whether Xiangyang can be safe, a decision will be made tonight, and each general must fight with spirit and deal with it seriously!" ”
Zhu Sheng opened his mouth and asked: "This is not the first time that the night attack is not the first time, the scale of this night attack is not large, and the target is not the critical place of the Mongols, why does the general attach so much importance to it?" "He has the longest teeth among the first-level officials, and his personality is old and serious. So it's fitting for him to ask this question.
Zheng Yunming didn't answer, but continued: "The famous generals in the enemy formation are gathered, and our army has repeatedly attacked at night, how can the enemy not be guarded? This sortie must be swift and accurate, stealthy action, quick attack, and one blow and leave. Don't panic when the enemy counterattacks, with the veterans behind, the team slowly retreats from the battle line"
He refused to go into detail about why this sortie could determine the direction of the war, but repeatedly reminded everyone to be careful of the enemy's counterattack. Except for Bai Yijie, Wang Deng, Yang Luo and a few other people who knew the overall plan, the others only vaguely guessed Zheng Yunming's thoughts.
"Let's go back and prepare!" Zheng Yunming put away the picture scroll in his hand and said to everyone: "Success or failure is only in this move, I ask you for the 300,000 soldiers and civilians in Xiangyang!" ”
He saluted so solemnly that everyone was taken aback, and they all gave up their promises, and then dispersed.
At the gate of the city, in addition to the soldiers who were rushing back and forth, there were only five people left, Zheng Yunming and 6 Ge Wang Yang Bai, Zheng Yunming was silent for a long time, and asked: "Has Liu heard the news from the whole place?" ”
Wang Deng stepped forward and replied: "I have sent a messenger to secretly go out of the city to inform me, I think I will get the news in ten years." ”
Zheng Yunming asked again: "Is there any news from Meng Shuai?" ”
"Observing with a speculum this morning, he has already spread the flag language in his camp, and tonight the three watches will be held at the same time, and there will be no dishonesty."
It seemed that Yiqiē was ready to stop, but Zheng Yunming was faintly uneasy in his heart. His plan was completely inconsistent with Sun Wuzi's policy. Sun Tzu advocated that the use of troops should not be dangerous, nor should the enemy's situation be judged according to his own conjectures. But Zheng Yunming's plan for this battle was almost entirely based on an assumption that could not be verified immediately, and if this assumption turned out to be wrong, the sacrifice to be made tonight would be meaningless, and would only undermine the morale of the soldiers and civilians in the city.
But he still has to choose to gamble, and he will never give up halfway. He embraced a military maxim from another world: "A wrong plan is better than a half-cut plan." "Once the plan is initiated, the task of the commander is only to carry it through against all odds, and an action that fails halfway through is much more damaging to strategy than an action that fails because it is carried out to the end.
What's more, most generals have some gambling plots hidden in the deepest layers of the subconscious. No matter how cautious and prepared you are, once you put your troops into battle, it will be a gamble on a huge scale. In the hearts of every general who is really engaged in the battlefield, they are pushing their chips onto the table of fate again and again, and all they can do is to prepare more before stacking chips, and try to increase the odds of winning.
For Zheng Yunming, this is an absolutely worthwhile gamble, if he loses, it will not shake the foundation of Xiangyang, if he wins, this great southern expedition of the Mongols will end here. Jinghu will win at least a year's respite, which is a clear spring in the scorching desert journey for Zheng Yunming, for the Jinghu area, and for the entire Great Song Dynasty.
He is just like those tired travelers, ready to use his whole heart to win this year's life-saving time. Even if he had to sacrifice the lives of thousands of his brothers and sisters for this, he would not hesitate to do it.
As the saying goes, mercy is not in charge of the army, only those who have really led the soldiers will understand that this is simply a specious truth, and if you cannot live and die with the soldiers, share weal and woe, take their pain as your own pain, and regard their fear as your own fear, you will not be able to truly and effectively manage the army. Those generals who stood behind their swords and oversaw the battle team, who did not care about the lives of their soldiers and only cared about the merits of the battle, could never be a real commander of the army.
When Zheng Yunming stepped on the north gate tower, he saw Zhao Zhizhi's envoy standing in front of the tower, and there was no new light added to the city to attract the attention of the Mongols. However, the city's torches were enough to illuminate the area near the city walls, which was necessary to prepare for a night attack by the enemy. Zhao Kui stood in front of the undulating saucer, his long back swaying with the firelight. Everyone stood quietly behind them, and they didn't even dare to take a breath of air. Whenever before the big war, the mood of the envoy is not too good.
Hearing the clear footsteps behind him, Zhao Zhizhi turned around to accept Zheng Yunming's worship, and waited for Zheng Yunming to stand in the lower position before he asked, "Are you ready to stop?" ”
"The third watch began to act." Zheng Yunming took a step forward, a few points closer to the envoy, and said in a low voice: "The special attack team has also been formed, and it is guarding the south gate and preparing to attack. ”
"In my life, except for a few very special opportunities in Yangzhou and Tangzhou, I have never implemented such a risky strategy." Zhao Zhizhi's face made Zheng Yunming know that he was not joking: "When we dealt with Li Quan back then, the battle was enough to compare to now. Li besieged Yangzhou with an army of 200,000, known as one million, with warships like clouds and dozens of miles of camps. The imperial court also mobilized 150,000 or 60,000 troops to fight fiercely with Li Quan's bandits inside and outside the city of Yangzhou. At that time, our army always went out of the west gate with strong troops and weak troops out of the east gate, and the enemy won at the east gate and was defeated at the west gate. On that day, Li Quanqin led thousands of soldiers to fight for the east gate, claiming that this time he would break through the east gate in one fell swoop and capture Zhao alive. However, I discussed with my brother and deliberately changed the flags of the two armies, went to the west gate with weak soldiers, and went out of the east gate with the two armies of Xuanfeng and Huyi under the banner of weak soldiers. Once the battle was engaged, the momentum was not right, and when he withdrew in a hurry, he took the wrong path, so that he was killed by our army. ”