Chapter 67: The Choice (I)

The soldiers and horses that appeared out of thin air caught the attacker by surprise.

Several artillery carriages that were too close to the city wall were successively blown up by bed crossbows and four-pound cannons at the head of the city. The Mengyuan archers, who were full of ambition, were also forced to pull away from the city wall by the successive explosions. Aya Badulu and Ni Wenjun regrouped several times and tried to push the defenders into a desperate situation again, but the morale of their respective soldiers fell lower and lower each time, and they could no longer repeat their previous madness.

When night finally fell, the Yuan army retreated like a tide, and the crumbling city walls were covered with corpses.

This round of confrontation did not last too long. But the fierceness of Cheng dù surpassed any battle in the previous days. The officers and soldiers of Mengyuan and the traitors of the Ni family lost more than 5,000 people in just over half an hour. And the Tianwan soldiers who defended the city also suffered more than 3,000 casualties. The blood of the warriors stained half of the walls red, and when illuminated by the dancing torches, it shone with a strange glow from top to bottom.

"These bastards, what kind of madness did they do tonight?" Taishi Zou Pusheng was holding a shield full of feathered arrows, panting like an ox. As a civil official, his physical consumption has reached the limit, and as long as someone gently pushes him next to him at this moment, it may make him fall down and never get up again.

"The Huai'an Army is about to arrive..."Chen Youliang changed his crazy appearance during the battle, grinned, and said with a wry smile. If the thieves can't break the city tonight, when the Huai'an army arrives tomorrow, they will never think about taking Qizhou again. So tonight is the last chance, either to completely destroy the sky, or to return with a feather, and answer that the old thief of Badulu has no other choice..."

"You said the Tartars would fight at night later? Zou Pusheng shuddered and almost stumbled and fell. Thanks to Zhang Dingbian's timely support on the side, he barely stabilized his body. "How do you know that the Huai'an Army is coming? Thieves, thieves, aren't you afraid of being blocked in the city by the Huai'an army? ”

"If it weren't for the Huai'an army that would arrive soon, why would the old thief of Answering Ya Badulu let his men come up and fight hard? can exhaust Ni Wenjun's soldiers and horses, won't it be better to clean up that house in the future? Chen Youliang grinned again, and his pale face showed a bit of sadness that could not be concealed. As for Zhu Chongjiu's side, hehe, if Qizhou is broken by the Tartars, why should the Huai'an army land again? ”

"He, he, you mean, he didn't want to come in the first place? Holy Lord, Holy Lord, after all" Zou Pusheng widened his eyes and muttered quietly.

Chen Youliang looked at him, turned to the other brothers.

There were some things he couldn't say. If he and Zhu Chongjiu were to switch positions, his best choice would be to stand by and let Tianwan Kingdom fend for itself. Because there are Zhu Chongba and Peng Yingyu in the middle, even if Qizhou is kept, the Huai'an army will not be able to control it for a long time. And Xu Shouhui was arrogant to the point of stupidity, he actually died to the point of death, and gave Zhu Chongjiu some bullshit holy decree...

At the head of the city, the warriors who had just experienced a round of life-and-death struggle were seizing the time to close the gap and sort out their weapons and armor. Their total number was still about a little over a thousand, including about two hundred of the most combat-ready ironclad guards. Whoever can hold on to this and refuse to leave, loyalty and courage are unquestionable. However, this is already all the soldiers and horses in Chen Youliang's hands, and in the next battle, even if he blows the painting horn, it is impossible to gather more like-minded people from the city.

Seeing Chen Youliang coming over, everyone stopped what they were doing and got up to salute. Chen Youliang walked past everyone with a smile, or tidied up the armor for this one, or wiped the blood on his face for the other, his smile was full of confidence.

"Good brother...", he said casually as he walked, just like the eldest son of a peasant family, taking care of his underage peers, "Chen can't remember the names of everyone else, but they are all Chen's brothers." After tonight, we will be a family, and we will have blessings and hardships in the future..."

"I am willing to die for General Jinwu..."Zhang Bixian took the lead in the crowd and responded loudly.

"I am willing to die for General Jingo...", all the warriors echoed, and their smoky faces were full of excitement.

The vast majority of them are not Chen Youliang's direct subordinates. There are even a large number of them who were not familiar with Chen Youliang's name before. But in tonight's battle, Chen Youliang used his madness and bravery to completely conquer everyone. Let everyone be willing to fight with him and face any enemy together.

"Listen, none of us will die... Let's live together, drink wine together, eat meat in large chunks..."Chen Youliang's eyes immediately began to redden, arched his hands, and choked in response.

"Live together, drink together, eat meat in large pieces..." A heroic cry floated down the walls of the city and across the wilderness in the night wind.

In the wilderness, the Mengyuan soldiers were hurrying to cook war meals. A large pile of bonfires, connected into a ** piece. Looking at the past from afar, it is more majestic than the scale of Qizhou City. Whenever the wind shifted, savage clamours and muffled wails were heard in the air.

The laughter came from the Qiang soldiers under the command of Yabadulu, these guys born in the snowy plateau, these guys were ten times more savage than the Mongols. The whole meaning of life seems to be to kill people and set fires, and death is as common to them as eating and drinking.

Qizhou is the capital of Tianwan Kingdom, so within a radius of 200 miles near Qizhou, for the officers and soldiers of Mengyuan, they all belong to the enemy country. Every qiē of the enemy country is something that can be plundered. The people of the enemy country are lambs that can be slaughtered at will. Inherited from the wildness of their ancestors, the officers and soldiers of the Mengyuan Dynasty destroyed a qiē building they saw along the way, from the city to the village, from the bamboo tower to the well. The bloodthirsty desires inherited from their ancestors also led them to kill almost everyone they met, from eighty-year-old women to drooping toddlers. From the relatives and friends of the insurgents, to the obedient people who voluntarily tied their hands and even led the way.

The intoxication of destruction and killing made the officers and soldiers forget the fear of death and sing and drink around the campfire. And the Ni rebels, who witnessed the killing of their fellow villagers and even relatives and friends, but could only stand by and watch, their morale was extremely low at this moment. They were the ones who had the least status, and they suffered the greatest casualties in the evening battle. However, they wanted to turn back, but it was too late. They could only secretly cry a few times when Meng Yuan's officials and generals could not notice it, in order to vent their grievances in their hearts.

"It's a nickname, it's a nickname, it's not your own mother and son who died, what kind of funeral? Ni Wenjun obviously felt the oppressive atmosphere around him, carrying a knife, leading a bunch of his hardcore descendants to patrol back and forth. "Follow that old villager, what can everyone fall on? He even dared to rob Lao Tzu's woman, when did your mother-in-law fall in love with him, and you had to be obediently sent to the palace to be harmed by him? …”

"Don't cry, don't cry, there are no immortals in war. Early death and early life..."Ni Wenjun's long history, Huangzhou Xiucai Sun Donglin also loudly helped, "Everyone has returned to the right path, and they are no longer a group of thieves." Even if he is a ghost, Lord Yama will be there."

He didn't say that it was okay, but as soon as he said it, the cries around him immediately increased by several points. For people like him and Ni Wenjun, who used to be high-ranking officials in Mengyuan, surrendering can indeed be regarded as finding the "right path". But for ordinary soldiers, what is the difference between Meng Yuan and Tianwan? The latter is still the same clan as the emperor, but the former only treats everyone as a lowly wild dog.

"Shut up..."Ni Wenjun also felt that Sun Changshi was doing himself a favor. Turning his head, he glared at the latter fiercely, and scolded loudly, "If you have nothing to do, just sort out the ladders and siege chisels for me." Later, Lao Tzu will come in handy..."

"Yes, don't worry, my lord, I'll do it..."Sun Donglin hurriedly smiled and hugged his fist, and left in a panic. walked out of the crowd from a distance, but secretly spat on the ground, then twisted his foot a few times, and cursed in a low voice: "Virtue, it's not the same hillbilly ... At this time, I was still in a hurry to hug the thighs of the Mongols, and I really couldn't catch up with the heat after eating... One day the feng shui is reversed, and you can't even cry..."

After scolding, I finally breathed a sigh of relief in my heart. With his hands behind his back, Shi Shiran went to complete the task that Ni Wenjun had just given him. Speaking from his heart, he was not optimistic about the future of the Mengyuan court at all. However, he was even less optimistic about Tianwan Emperor Xu Shouhui. However, as a helpless scholar, he couldn't make his own choices at all. So most of the time, he can only go with the flow with a sense of resentment.

He was a man of great merit and fame, and he had no pressure to deal with these simple mundane tasks. It took less than a quarter of an hour to count all the siege equipment in the baggage camp, waiting for a hillbilly to come and inspect it.

"Woo..............." A horn was sent by the night wind, desolate and tactful.

"Woo, woo, woo, woo..."

Immediately after, the officers and soldiers of Meng Yuan moved first. Immediately, it was Ni Wenjun's descendants. The elite of the Ni Department, the ordinary soldiers of the Ni Department, the auxiliary soldiers and the people who came from the Ni Department. When a group of strong men with red cloth on their heads and drunken faces walked quickly to the ladder and siege engine, pushed it up and strode in the direction of Qizhou, Sun Donglin knew that a new round of attacks was about to start again.

And the city of Qizhou in the distance looks crumbling. The enemy building collapsed, and half of the horse's faces on the left and right sides were blown off. The arrow stacks on the city wall have also been removed, and most of the remaining ones have been temporarily repaired, and they can't withstand four catties of live ammunition to a bombardment

"It's a pity..."Sun Donglin walked in his own team with one foot deep and one foot shallow, without the slightest desire for victory on his face.

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