"Zu Shuai, send troops! If you don't send any more troops, Matsuyama will be over! ”

"Marshal, it's too late if you don't send troops!"

At the head of Dalinghe City, He Kegang and Zhang Cunren shouted in unison.

Zu Dashou was still unmoved, looking at the Songshan Army who had fallen into a desperate situation like an iron heart. The miracle did not appear, and Shi Dayong failed to surprise him.

Looking at the Songshan Army that was still fighting to the death, Zu Dashou had an inexplicable feeling in his heart, once upon a time, his Zu Dashou also had such firm courage, but now...

Xu is an official has become bigger, and people are also old. Ambition is gone, only fame and fortune are in sight.

"Alas!"

After sighing softly, Zu Dashou raised his left hand with an expressionless face.

He didn't dare to take risks, he was no longer the ancestor of the year.

No matter how familiar the gesture is, He Kegang shook his head helplessly, Zhang Cunren closed his eyes, and more people turned their heads in other directions, and they couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

Gao Guanghui, who was waiting to go out of the city to compete with Jiannu, sprinkled his stomach on the city wall beside him, hammered it hard, and a bright red blood mark was instantly burned on his hand.

** The pain is unconscious, but the pain in the heart is bone-breaking.

A bunch of rough men know when they have used their brains. My father is thinking about the overall situation, and what he has in his heart is beyond your comprehension. Dull!

At all times, father and son are connected. Zu Zerun firmly supported his father's decision and always stood by his father's side.

However, ignoring friendly forces, it is always unreasonable. After thinking about it, Zu Zerun stepped forward and said to Zu Dashou: "Father, Songshan and Jiannu fought to the most stubborn and last soldier, and my son thought that my father should go to the court to ask for credit for the Songshan garrison Shi Dayong and his subordinates, and ask the court to compensate the bereaved family members of Songshan, so that Songshan will not worry about the aftermath." ”

The Songshan Army is definitely finished, and what to do now is what is behind the scenes, and how to report to the court has to use some brains. Turn a bad thing into a good thing, and you can't try it.

What is the voice of the son's words, how can Zu Dashou not hear it. Nodding slightly, he instructed Zheng Changchun, the military counselor next to him, to record:

"The battle report of the ninth day of June on the ninth day of the sixth month of the first month of the first month of the Liaodong forward of the Liaodong Forward: More than 10,000 heavy soldiers in Jianzhou pursued the siege of Dalinghe City, and the minister led his troops to hold on, and the slave soldiers were defeated and withdrew. Later, more than 1,000 Songshan grain soldiers were surrounded at ten miles, and the Songshan soldiers rejected them with firearms, killing many people, and then the firearms were exhausted, and the battle was defeated for a long time...... The minister received the enemy's situation and led the troops to rescue, but Songshan was gone, the minister was incompetent, and there was no way to co-ordinate, resulting in this defeat, and the minister asked the court to punish the crime......"

After a few words, everyone was stunned, and then they were speechless, and no one had any objections.

Knowing that Lu Daozu is talking nonsense with his eyes open, but who can say anything. Could it be that according to the truth, it was reported to the imperial court that the Liaodong army would not be saved when it saw death? Or maybe the attacking Tartars were only a thousand people, but the tens of thousands of soldiers and horses in the city cowered in the city, sitting back and watching Songshan fall?

I can't help but feel a little sour in my heart, but now that the matter has come to this, there is nothing to say.

Unlike He Kegang and other generals of the main battle faction, Han Gongcheng, Han Daxun and other generals from the ancestral Dashou family muttered secretly: There are more than 100 corpses of Jiannu in front of the Songshan army, if you can snatch those corpses and report them, it will be a great victory!

After writing down every word that the chief soldier said, Counselor Zheng Changchun carefully checked it again, and then handed it to Zu Dashou.

Zu Dashou glanced at it roughly, didn't say anything, handed it to Zheng Changchun to go back and officially write the seal, and reported it to the court when Jiannu retreated.

Zheng Changchun cautiously took a few steps back, and was about to go down to the manuscript, but was stopped by Zu Dashou.

After staring at the remnants of the Songshan Army and looking at it again and again, Zu Dashou hesitated several times, and finally said slowly:

"Since the slaves are in trouble, our soldiers have fled first, and I have not heard of any infants. In this battle alone, more than 1,000 people were taken prisoner, and 100 people were killed. You Shoubei Shi, drink Tatar blood, taste Hu meat, and be a hero of my Han family! ”

Although he died of strength, he is still alive and vigorous!

Zu Dashou sentenced Songshan Jun to death and condemned Shi Dayong's death. But Songshan is not defeated, and Shi Dayong is not dead!

They are still resisting, and although everyone knows that they are dead, they still choose to fight to the end!

They had no other choice, and the act of dividing the corpses in front of the garrison was already doomed to this battle to be endless.

Surrender at this time, but I am afraid that the Tartars will not agree. In that case, let's die a vigorous death!

After Tu Lai's 160 vest soldiers joined the battle formation, the battlefield had become one-sided, and no matter how Shi Dayong desperately remedied, Songshan's defense line was also ruthlessly broken.

More than 200 remnants of the soldiers were compressed in a small circle, and every minute and every second, dozens of horses collided heavily. All the time, there are no new souls.

Although Jiang Wanli's cavalry battalion was superior in numbers, it was still held back by the remnants of Dekeqin's troops, and the Mongolian soldiers with red flags divided into a group to rescue them, and for a while and a half they could not save the second battalion of Wuyong.

I don't know what I'm yelling about, but Shi Dayong is sure that it is definitely not a good word, most of them are scolding the other party's grandmother and greeting his mother.

When the battle came to this, the word "command" was a luxury for Shi Dayong, and he no longer had the qualifications to command his subordinates to fight, only the instinct of slashing left and right.

Or as Li Dashan thought, killing one is enough, killing two to earn one.

Shi Dayong couldn't remember how many Tartars had their heads cut off by themselves, he only knew that his arm was so sore that every time he swung a knife, the strength of his body seemed to weaken.

After swinging the knife again and cutting off half of the horse's leg, Shi Dayong stood there weakly panting, and there were fewer and fewer subordinates around him.

Guo Yi, who was loyal to his duties, took the last two soldiers to firmly protect Shi Dayong's left and right, and their bodies were full of blood and knives.

The injuries of the general Mazhong were very serious, and half of the face of this firearms craftsman in Nanzhen Fuji was almost cut off, and the bloody right side of his face was very frightening under the sunlight. If you look closely, your eye sockets have been cut off, and your eyeballs are hanging there with some minced flesh.

I don't know if Lu Dao wants to say that his life is big or hard, but he is still alive without half of his face. It was estimated that his appearance was so intimidating that the Mongol soldiers did not dare to approach him at all.

Ma Zhong was like crazy, wielding his knife and slashing everywhere. The Tartars are hiding, and so are the Matsuyama soldiers.

Shi Dayong's eyes kept watching, his heart hurt like a knife, and he was ready to die. After exerting all his strength, he raised the big knife in his hand, pointed at the tartars who jumped at the fish, and roared in a hesish voice:

"Brothers, I, Shi Dayong, can't stand you, and I'm sorry for you! If there is an afterlife, I will be brave enough to make you a cow and a horse! ”

"What a pity to die with adults!"

Li Dashan, who was also covered in injuries, appeared out of nowhere, and there was no despair on his face, but a smile - a smile that was fearless of life and death

It's been the fourth anniversary of Zongheng, I came last year, I left for a few months this year, and now I'm back, I hope Zongheng is getting better and better, and I can also rise the boat. It's a win-win.