Chapter Eighty-Seven: Infiltrating the Assault on the City
The moon hid in the dark clouds, and the silent darkness of the warm night surrounded the surrounding scenes, but it was not the same black, and the mountains, trees, and hills were of different colors; There are jet black, dark black, light black, light black, ...... It is very similar to the shade of Chinese danqing painting.
Born in sorrow, died in peace. Bai Wenxuan, the king of Zhao who was riding on a horse, couldn't help but smile when he thought of the code name of this counterattack "Death in Anle". His Royal Highness Min is also an interesting person, and he even gave such an elegant name to the battle array.
However, for Zhu Yongxing, Bai Wenxuan still admires it very much. This is not just Zhu Yongxing daring to come to the battle in person, but the various methods he came up with. In Bai Wenxuan's view, Zhu Yongxing seems to be an ethereal and unpredictable existence, and it is really shocking to be able to drill into the heads of enemies and find out their thoughts and ideas.
At that time, there was no term for reverse thinking, let alone theorizing and systematizing this method, so it is not surprising that Zhu Yongxing gave people an unfathomable and profound impression.
All the illusions are reasonable, creating an image of a woman who is benevolent, timid and afraid of death, and indecisive of the clan left behind. This was in line with the judgment of Daniel Zhang and Line Guoan, and also deepened the inherent impression of Yang Chun and Fan Guoao, making them involuntarily relax their vigilance.
And Bai Wenxuan, who has been in the army for a long time, knows that morale can be boosted and cannot be discharged, and once the tired soldiers are relaxed, they will not be able to cheer up in a short time. It's like climbing a mountain, no matter how tired you are, don't stop, once you stop, you won't be able to climb again in a while.
It is certainly easier to be trapped in a city than to win in a field battle. The Qing army was all cavalry, and the narrow streets in the city limited their advantage. Moreover, in a hurry, it is also a question whether the horse can be prepared for battle. All kinds of factors add up, as long as he can sneak in smoothly, Bai Wenxuan is still very confident of victory.
With people and horses wrapped in cloth, thousands of Ming troops quietly attacked outside Tengchong City. In the distance, I could already see the faint shadow of the city wall, and a few lanterns on the city tower, before I stopped.
It's almost ugly, right? Bai Wenxuan estimated the time, his face was cold, and he clenched the hilt of the sword at his waist. Several generals rushed to the front, gave a brief report on the situation of their troops, and then took orders one by one.
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With the sound of waving water, a torch appeared in the originally dark tunnel, and under the flickering light, a group of soldiers dressed in Qing army led by several guides scurried along.
This is the killer plan that Zhu Yongxing had prepared a long time ago, sneaking into the tunnels in the city, and letting the miners recruited by the Zheng family start digging before he went to Gaoligong Mountain. With eyebrows, that is, after digging the foundation under the city wall, he asked Yi Cheng to continue to send people to secretly dig and expand, and he went to the front line to supervise the battle with confidence. After more than a month of intense work, the tunnel has been dug into a forest about two miles outside the city, and reinforced with wooden planks and wooden pillars.
Just two days before withdrawing from Tengchong City, Zhu Yongxing sent people to check the condition of the tunnel again and carry out drainage operations. Therefore, although today's thunderstorm accumulated some water in the tunnel, it did not affect the use.
Wading through ankle-high water, the infiltrated Ming army came to a fork in the hole, which was already in the city. The two guides muttered a few words, each leading a group of soldiers separately. The reason why we have to get multiple exits is also just in case. If there is an unexpected situation that the hole is blocked, it will not be wasted.
With his head down, half-bent over, walking in the dark and damp tunnel, Zhao Desheng was secretly frightened. All the confusion has finally been solved, it turns out that His Royal Highness Min has already planned, looking at this project, how can it be completed in a short time? Not to mention that the Qing army couldn't think of it, it was him, and when he was arranged before the war, he knew that there was such a tunnel leading directly to the city. It seems that he has not yet gained the full trust of His Highness Min. However, His Royal Highness Min gave himself this opportunity, and he had to grasp it firmly!
It is best to run into the Han army after leaving the cave, not the brothers of the Ganshan Green Battalion. Wang Fu'er walked in the procession, praying secretly in her heart. Although he has joined the Ming army, he still has some psychological obstacles in mercilessly slashing and killing the former robe.
And the other Sun Sishun, who was promoted from a coolie to the Ming army because of his good singing, also walked in the team, but he had a different mind. They are all criminals who burn and loot, and they are all villains who deserve to be punished by God, and this kind of unpredictable tricks are used, and the Qing army is doomed to failure, and it is a good time for me to atone for my sins and make meritorious contributions.
The team stopped, everyone's thoughts were interrupted, and they concentrated their energy, each clenching the sword in his hand.
The guide carefully opened the lid and climbed up the ladder with torches, and the tunnel was pitch black. After a while, there was a light at the exit, and the guide stretched out his torch and stuck it in a hole next to the ladder, and whispered to the soldiers.
"General, this is the exit." The guide whispered to Zhao Desheng, then listened to the movement, and slowly pushed open the exit on the sandwich wall with his shoulder.
Zhao Desheng came out first with his sword, this is a dilapidated house, you can see the sky when you look up, through the half-collapsed broken door, outside is a deserted courtyard, and the weeds are half a person high. Such a place naturally did not attract the Qing army, but it was quite suitable as a staging place for the Ming army. Could it be that he deliberately made this house so dilapidated this thought flashed in Zhao Desheng's mind, and then it was put aside, and he began to arrange the soldiers who came out of the fish.
A group of patrolling Qing soldiers walked over in a loose manner, which, in their opinion, was completely unnecessary. But they can only consider themselves unlucky, and envy the soldiers who sleep peacefully in the house.
The gate of the courtyard was gently pushed open, and the infiltrating troops, completely dressed as Qing troops, lined up and swaggered up the street, heading towards the south gate.
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There was still no movement at the south gate, and Bai Wenxuan's hand holding the hilt of the sword was sweating, wet and a little uncomfortable. Could it be an accident, but the city was very quiet, and there was no noise. If the tunnel is not passable, someone should also report it, why is there no news at all.
Farther away, Zhu Yongxing was also nervous. The plan is very clever, and the infiltrators are all elites, plus with the help of prisoners, they can deceive the Qing army in terms of accent and carry out surprise attacks. But what if there are other surprises? If the winning move didn't work, but gave up Tengchong City for nothing, it would be a joke. Thinking of this, Zhu Yongxing couldn't help but smile bitterly, raised his head, and stared intently at Tengchong City.
Firelight? The light on the tower of the South Gate made Zhu Yongxing's eyes widen suddenly, yes, it was the light of the torches, constantly drawing circles.
It worked! Bai Wen picked out the sword and pointed forward, shouting: "Send a signal, attack." When the order was issued, he found that his throat was very dry, and the shouting just now had changed his voice a little.
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