"Damn it!" Gui had failed for the fourth time, and in order to prevent him from getting rid of it, he had tied the two clay pots full of grease with ropes on each wrist in a dead knot, and held a torch in the other hand, so that he could climb the ladder, but he tied the rope so dead that he couldn't untie it with his teeth, and wanted to cut it with a knife but didn't know where to throw the knife on his waist. The soldier who had been shot into a hedgehog was only two or three feet away from Gui, and the stiff face of the man after his death seemed to be mocking Gui's futile efforts.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, a short spear flew from nowhere and pierced the floor of the high platform, the leaf-like spear tip was only a foot away from Ah Gui's body, and almost nailed him to the ground, but Ah Gui was not angry but happy, he rubbed the rope of his right wrist twice on the sharp edge of the spear tip, the rope was quickly cut, and then the other hand, and in a blink of an eye, Ah Gui's hands were free, he didn't even find that the sharp spear tip cut not only the rope, but also the skin on his hands.

Boom!

Ah Gui struggled to throw the oil pot at the dense Houjin Xuanfeng not far away, the heavy clay pot and the head of an unlucky guy shattered at the same time, and there was no blood and clear oil flowing out, followed by the second one, the person who was hit this time was a little luckier, he was only hit in the shoulder. However, his luck was limited, because he was immediately hit by the torch thrown by Ah Gui, and he was immediately engulfed in the flames. Like all those who burned, he rolled on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames, but this only allowed the fire to spread, and the people around him who were splashed with oil were also ignited by sparks, and the antlers that had just been cut off by Hou Jin Xuanfeng also became good fuel for combustion. Even the bravest Jurchen warriors could not fight the enemy while the fire was raging under their feet, and the excited shouts of killing turned into screams and cries, and soon the Ming soldiers saw what color the enemy's back armor was.

"Bastard!" Ilden angrily slammed the horn cup on the ground, never expecting that what was so easy to win would turn into a fiasco. Judging from the number, he didn't have too many dead subordinates - about sixty or so, but almost all of them were selected forwards, which already accounted for more than half of all the white-armored soldiers of the three Niu Lu he brought, and if you count almost two-thirds of the seriously wounded, such a big loss can be said to be painful. In order to take down such a nameless small fort, it is unreasonable to die so many elites.

"Your Excellency. We still have half of them intact, the Ming army must be tired by now, blow the trumpet and attack! Goshha on the side whispered: "If you take here, there are still some treasures that can be distributed to the soldiers, otherwise-"

Ilden didn't speak, but judging from the changing look on his face, his psychological struggle was fierce at this time. At that time, the military law of the Later Jin Dynasty was extremely harsh, and the generals and soldiers who made military exploits were of course very rich, and those who were defeated against military orders were even noble. can't escape punishment, for example, Amin, who is the four great Baylors, was deprived of all his power because he did not reinforce the four cities in the Guannai and slaughtered the descendants, and was imprisoned until death, not to mention that Yilden was just a mere Jueluo. If there are cattle and prisoners in the fortress on the top of the mountain, they can be distributed to their soldiers, and maybe the punishment will be reduced, otherwise I'm afraid I'll have to start from scratch with the big soldiers.

"Your Excellency!" Seeing that Ilden was hesitant, Nagoshha couldn't help but open his mouth to urge. As Goshha, his relationship with Yilden can be described as a success. If Ilden is demoted to be a big-headed soldier, he can only follow to be a big-headed soldier, otherwise he will be a big hat that betrays the lord and seeks glory, and he will never be able to turn over.

"Someone, put on my armor. Beat the drums and gather the soldiers! Ilden finally made up his mind to either take the castle on the top of the hill and atone for his crimes, or die under the firearms and arrows of the Ming army, and never survive to be humiliated by military law.

On the top of the mountain. The defenders had not yet recovered from the confusion that had left their victory, and had fought to the death for their lives a few minutes before, but now the formidable enemy was already running away, and the open space in front of the wall was littered with the corpses of heavily armored Jurchen warriors, sixty or seventy at a rough count, and the air was filled with the stench of burning proteins.

"We won, the Tartars have run!" One soldier said to himself in disbelief, "Is this true? ”

"Of course it's true, look at so many Tartar corpses, we can get a lot of silver when we go back, right?"

"Not to mention the silver reward, we can all be promoted, and we will be adults in the future!"

The soldiers spoke excitedly, looking forward to the benefits they could get, and the fear and nervousness that the Houjin army had brought had been diluted by the victory, which was like a stimulant, giving them the illusion that they were infinitely powerful.

"My lord, my lord, what's wrong with you!" A frightened cry woke the soldiers from that unconscious state of excitement, and the soldiers who turned back found Feng Jingshi lying on the ground, his usual swarthy face turned pale, blood oozing from the wound in his ribs, and he had been hit by a short spear.

"Quick, go get Gui!" Feng Jingshi almost squeezed these words out of his teeth, the short spear pierced deeply, probably stabbing his internal organs, and he could feel that life was flowing out of his body quickly. But he can't die now, at least not until he hands over the burden on his shoulders to his successor.

"Ah Gui, come with me, my lord wants to see you!"

As soon as Ah Gui stepped down from the platform, he was dragged in front of Feng Jingshi by several soldiers. Seeing Ah Gui, Feng Jingshi smiled with difficulty: "Ah Gui, did a good job just now!" ”

"My lord, what's wrong with you?" Ah Gui knelt on the ground and grabbed Feng Jingshi's hand, when he saw the depth of the short spear's penetration, his face changed greatly, no one could survive such a serious injury.

"If the crockpot is not broken from the well, the general will inevitably die in battle. I am a soldier who eats food and dies on the battlefield, so I killed so many Tartars today, and I can be regarded as avenging my uncle's family who died in Liaoyang! Speaking of this, Feng Jingshi coughed twice, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Sir, take a break!" Ah Gui's chest seemed to be weighed down by an invisible hand, and his nostrils were full of sour taste, he forcibly suppressed the sadness in his heart, and whispered, "I'll talk about it when it's better." ”

"Wait?" A wry smile appeared on Feng Jingshi's lips: "This injury can't be healed." Today is the day when I Feng Laosan returns to the west, there is nothing to be afraid of death, I killed three Tartars today, it is enough, and I have the face to see the ancestors and ancestors when I enter the soil. It's just that I'm gone, and the rest of the brothers here have someone to take with them. Gui, no one else can do this except you. ”

"My lord, isn't there anyone else, or how many of us will sum it up?"

"No! At this time, there has to be someone in charge, there are many people and bad things, and there is no one like you. It is I who is eager to fight, and I will not listen to your advice, otherwise I would not be surrounded on this horn mound. The more Feng Jingshi spoke, the faster he spoke, and his breathing became more and more rapid. Suddenly, his right hand grabbed Ah Gui's arm, and his upper body struggled to sit up from the soldier's arms: "Promise me, promise me, you must bring the brothers back alive!" ”

"Yes, yes! I will definitely bring the brethren back! At this time, Ah Gui couldn't hold back any longer, and tears came out of his eyes, marking his face full of black smoke.

Heard Gui's promise. Feng Jingshi let go of his hand with satisfaction, and his upper body fell back again. His eyes were round, as if he was looking at something that didn't exist in mid-air, from Feng Jingshi's increasingly weak breathing, it was not difficult to see that death was not far from him, the soldiers around him lowered their heads in pain, and suddenly Feng Jingshi sat up and shouted loudly: "Kill slaves, kill slaves!" Wait until Ah Gui reaches out to help. only to find out that he had cut off his breath and passed away.

"Carry the adults to the back!" Ah Gui said in a low voice, he looked around: "Everyone pack up their things, throw them away if they don't need to, and wait until it gets dark." Let's withdraw! ”

"Yes!" Everyone answered, and then a long horn sounded from the bottom of the mountain. Ah Gui's face suddenly changed greatly, and he ran to the wall to take a look, and sure enough, the enemy troops under the mountain were forming a team, obviously wanting to attack immediately. He has been dealing with the Houjin Army for more than ten years, and he is very clear about the orders commonly used by the other party. Just now, there were sixty or seventy dead in the Houjin army, according to the proportion of the wounded and twice the war dead, almost half of the soldiers in this Houjin army have lost their combat effectiveness, and this is still the most elite, the most effective half, under normal circumstances, the commander should be surrounded and waiting for reinforcements, Ah Gui's plan is to drag it out until dark and run away, anyway, Houjin's men and horses can't block every way down the mountain, and they can't pursue it when it's dark, with their own experience of not collecting that night over the years, After getting rid of it, the Jin army fled back to the center and left, and there was still six or seven percent certainty.

"The feeling is that I met a mad dog this time!" Seeing that the Jurchen warrior at the foot of the mountain, who was clearly the commander of the enemy army, was loudly scolding his soldiers, Ah Gui couldn't help but smile bitterly. Although the Ming army can be said to have won a big victory, there were more than a dozen killed in the battle, twice as many as the dead, and the antlers in front of the gap in the wall were also swept away.

"My lord, what shall we do now?" The Ming soldiers asked.

"Sit down, drink water, and eat something." Ah Gui ordered in a low voice: "It will take a while for the Tartars to come up, so take a breath if you can!" ”

"Yes, sir!"

At the foot of the hill, Ilden divided his army into three parts, the left and right teams consisted of the remnants of two badly damaged Niulu, each commanded by his two lieutenants, whose task was to move along the hillside to the flank of the fortress at the top of the hill, and to attack the other side of the fortress in a roundabout way, pinning down the forces of the defenders. And Irdon himself was to command the remaining one of the Niulu to attack the fortress directly from the front.

"My lord, isn't it good to disperse your forces at this time!" A deputy said with some hesitation: "The Ming army is condescending and can see our movements clearly, but after our side separates, the line of sight will be blocked by the mountain, and it is inconvenient to communicate with each other.

"Wouldn't that be what I wanted?" Yilden sneered: "Those southern barbarians still have some ability to hide behind the city wall, if it is knife to knife, gun to gun, we Jurchen warriors can beat ten of them, you listen, if the Ming army attacks, the two teams that have not been attacked do not need to pay attention, first take the fortress on the top of the mountain, the enemy army will definitely collapse without a fight!" ”

"My lord, as you can see below, it is not impossible to divide into three roads, but it is still close to the point, and it is good to have a response!" Another deputy persuaded.

"How do you disperse the Ming army's forces when you are close together?" Ilden interrupted: "Don't say more, just follow my military orders!" ”

Seeing this, the two of them only bowed down and said, "Wow! “

On the top of the mountain, Gui noticed a very strange phenomenon, the enemy army below the mountain was divided into three parts, of which the two smaller groups made a detour to the sides, and the largest group of the remaining advanced towards the top of the mountain under the leadership of the commander who was clearly armored.

"Could it be that this guy is dizzy and wants to divide his troops to attack me?" Gui could hardly believe her good luck. Although it is a common tactic in military science for the superior side to divide the army into several parts and attack from several directions at the same time, so that the enemy is not in sight, there must be a premise that the terrain of the battlefield must not be too complicated. Because in ancient times, there were no radios, wired electricity, or even accurate clocks, and the only means commonly used to command the army were flags, drums, fireworks, and even heralds.

"Get the horses ready!" Ah Gui jumped off the wall and shouted, "Everyone who can get on the horse comes to the mouth and gives the tartar a little color!" ”

"Horses?" A soldier's eyes widened: "My lord, are you going out to fight the Tartars?" ”

"Nonsense!" Ah Gui asked his subordinates to wrap the wounds on their hands with strips of cloth, so as not to hinder the fight later, and said loudly: "The Tartars have divided their troops from both sides, and if they don't rush out to fight them, will they still stay inside and sit and be beaten?" ”

"Anyway, there are walls and antlers, we always take advantage, why do we have to jump out and fight with the Tartars?"

"It's nice to have walls and antlers, but how many of us are there? Even the injured ones are only sixty or so, is it enough to stand on the wall and slip away? There are more than three times as many Tartars left, and this wall is only one person high, how many times can it be stopped? Ah Gui sneered: "Only by going out and fighting can you live, and staying here is only a dead end!" ”

"But there are only forty or fifty of us who can get on the horse, and the team with the least Tartars has sixty or seventy, how can we fight?"

"Why can't you fight? The Tartars dismounted for the convenience of going up the mountain. We are condescending, and we are all cavalry, so what's so difficult? One ride can take three steps, as long as one team is defeated, the other two teams will be terrified! (To be continued.) )

PS: Forgive me, yesterday at the end of the unit, Webb drank too much, and forgot to update it regularly when he went home.