Chapter 20 A wave is not settled, and another wave rises
Pingyu Fort was overwhelmed for a long time, and the morale of the Mongols was already low under the heavy casualties, and they had no intention of fighting anymore when they heard that their brains were so big that they died. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Tartars who were climbing up the castle jumped down from the wooden ladder one after another, and in panic, several people fell unsteadily, or were scratched by sharp objects on the ground, or fell and injured their legs and feet. Some of them were so slow that they were directly chased and killed by the soldiers.
Seeing that his companions were withdrawn, the Tartars under the city shot a rain of arrows aimlessly at the city, and then dragged the dead and wounded companions back slowly.
"Dog Tartar has returned!" Watching the Mongol army leave in the wilderness, Pingyu Fort suddenly burst into laughter and laughter. The guns and archers who have been suppressed for a long time have not forgotten to beat the water dogs. Many of the Mongols were shot in the process of retreating. However, the Tartar only had the thought of fleeing for his life at this time, and no one thought of firing back with arrows.
Seeing that the enemy had withdrawn so embarrassed, Ziren was somewhat confused, but he was not ready to let go of the Tartars. He wanted the soldiers to fire artillery bombardment and add salt to the wounds of the Mongols. "Hahaha!" At this time, there was a burst of laughter in the city again.
Looking back, it was this Ding Shoutie who didn't spray off the liquor in one sip, and the flames returned to burn most of his eyebrows, not to mention, and he was burned out of a mouthful of bubbles. After repelling the Tartars, the soldiers gradually relaxed, and when they noticed the funny appearance of Shoutie, they laughed out loud.
"Is Shoutie alright?" Ziren said as he stepped forward to check, and saw that his injury was fine, and said with a smile: "It's not that I said you, you will have time to practice martial arts in the future, this fire-breathing trick is all street showmanship, if you always think about opportunism on the battlefield, you will suffer a big loss one day." ”
"The general has a point." Ding Shoutie scratched his head after hearing this, and smiled bitterly in embarrassment.
At this time, Na Hai and Li Lao Liu came to report together, Na Hai was already rough, and he looked even more fierce after having an extra valgus wound on his face. But it seemed that something really happened, and regardless of the injury on his face, the two lips flew up and down, causing the wound that had just been scarred to burst open again.
Although Ziren began to learn Mongolian, he still knew few words, so he heard him repeatedly mention the word "Taiji". Seeing Na Hai's excited face, he turned his curious gaze to Li Lao Liu.
Li Laoliu understood, covered his arm injured by the Tartar shot, and said excitedly: "The Tartar who is attacking the city today is the strongest Haozit department among the eight 'Etok (department) under the Chahar subordinate of the Mongol Great Khan. Listening to what Tartar said, one of the Taiji of this department had just died outside the city. ”
After that, seeing Ziren's indifferent expression, after thinking for a moment, he continued: "The Chahar Department is a personal guard of the Mongolian Great Khan for generations, and it was mainly composed of nobles, generals and other meritorious sons back then. At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the "four masters", Mu Huali, Chi Laowen, Bolhu, and Bolshu, all served as commanders of this department, and were also known as the "four cowardly Xue". ”
Speaking of this, Li Laoliu paused, and was about to swallow his saliva and continue, but Wang Shouguan said with a needle: "Although the general's Mongolian iron cavalry is no longer as brave as it used to be, the eight Etoks under Chahar are all strong and strong. Brain Mao and his nine brothers all have soldiers and horses, and ten people have joined forces to repeatedly invade Liaodong, killing countless soldiers and people. Congratulations to the general for removing a harm from Liaodong and making this amazing feat! ”
After hearing this, Ziren first smiled slightly, and after helping up a soldier who had been hit by an arrow, he replied with disdain: "I am a Ming Dynasty who talks about military merits with the first level, even if the brain hair is really dead, the court will not believe it." ”
At this time, seeing the many injured siblings in the city, the tone changed and said: "Everyone is not standing, Shoutie, Lao Liu, and Nahai will go down to cultivate first." Wang Shouguan, you go and summon the people to go to the city to help the wounded with all your might, and then collect the heads, armor, and blades left by the Tartars. If you have time, I'll help fix the gaps in the walls. ”
"The last general commands!" After Wang Shouguan finished speaking, he nodded admiringly, seeing that in Ziren's eyes, the life and death of the soldiers were far more important than their own military exploits.
After Ziren made some arrangements, he was somewhat relieved about Beicheng, and was about to lead the troops to check, when a peculiar smell of blood mixed with gold juice came with the wind. Suddenly, I felt that the dizziness was aggravated, and my chest began to feel stuffy. Enduring the discomfort, he called Lei Tie Bullet and asked him to lead people to wash the inside and outside of the city, and all the corpses left by the Mongolian Tatars were dug deep and buried, so as not to breed mosquitoes and cause diseases.
As he was talking, Ziren suddenly felt a burst of dizziness, and then his eyes went black and fell.
"General, are you alright?" Fortunately, Lei Tie Bullet was by his side, and he immediately held Ziren so that he didn't hurt his head. Seeing this, all the generals gathered around and worked together to help Ziren go down to the city, and at the same time invited the medical officers of the army to help diagnose and treat this pulse. When Sun Shouli and Jin Guan heard the news, they also came to visit immediately after arranging the defense of the city.
The medical officer who helped Ziren diagnose and treat was named Xue Jun, who was around thirty years old, and his medical skills were superb and he was quite famous in Liaoyang City. However, a few days ago, he helped an old man who was over eighty years old to go to the outpatient clinic, and finally died because of the old man's advanced age. This old man is Li Qingqing's father, and Li Qingqing sued Xue Jun to the yamen in a fit of anger, wanting him to resist his fate.
After hearing this, Ziren came to the rescue, and Li clarified that he was now subject to Ziren, and after some twists and turns, he agreed that Xue Jun symbolically paid twenty taels of silver before he gave up. Xue Jun was worried that Li Qingqing would find himself after the incident, so he moved the infirmary to Changning Fort, and thanked Ziren for saving his life, so he set out together to help heal the wounded.
Under the anxious gaze of everyone, Xue Jun immediately began to ask for a consultation, and put his hand on Ziren's hand for a long time. The frowning brows gradually stretched, and while letting the apprentice help get the medicine, he explained kindly: "Don't panic, you soldiers, General Ding suffered internal injuries a few days ago, and his physical strength has been overdrawn after fierce battles these days, which has aggravated the injury, and he fainted after a lack of qi and blood for a while. ”
At this time, he took out a pack of gold needles, roasted them on the fire, and said confidently: "Don't worry, everyone, the general's body is strong, and he can wake up immediately after a few stitches." As he was talking, he heard a "bang", Lei Zhenwei, who stayed in the north city, pushed the door in, and said with an anxious face: "The big thing is not good, Chang Angbu is arranging troops outside the north city, it seems that he is preparing to attack the city, everyone follow me ......"
As soon as the word 'I' came out, I saw Ziren sit up with a 'rub'.
(I'm going to work overtime tomorrow, and it's estimated that I'm going to update it around 11 o'clock in the evening, so I apologize to everyone.) (To be continued.) )