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"Tartars must have a void!"

Luo Guoqi's voice did not fall, and he saw red flags flying in the camp in the south in the distance. This red flag was erected by the two battalions in the south and north outside the city. The flagpole is several zhang high, and the flag is also several zhang wide. In the event of an enemy attack, it can be used as a warning during the day. At night, it was arson instead.

On the watchtower at the head of Dizhou City, soldiers with good eyes always pay attention. At this time, I saw that I didn't care about the heavy rain, and leaned out half of my body from a high place and shouted to the bottom.

In the gloomy weather, the red flag in the distance became more and more vivid.

There is no need to shout at the soldiers on the tower, Luo Guoqi and Ji Zongzhou have already seen it, as if it is a little flame, beating in the continuous rain curtain. The two looked at each other and spoke in unison. One said, "Your Excellency is like a god!" One said, "Oh, not good! The person who said "not good" was Luo Guoqi, and Ji Zongzhou followed up and asked: "Of course it is not good for the Yuan army to attack my camp, why are you shocked?" ”

The Yuan army attacked the two battalions outside Dizhou City, which had been expected by Luo Guoqi in advance, could there be anything worse than this? Luo Guoqi said: "The heavy rain is like a note, and the ground is muddy, which is not good for the attacker; However, Huairou Hu cavalry was all cavalry, long-distance attack, and it came very quickly, and it must not have brought too many large siege equipment. Therefore, it seems that launching an attack in the rain is not good for them, but in fact it is just the opposite! ”

Ji Zongzhou is not a stupid person, although he has never fought in battle, but he has never eaten pork and has always seen pigs run, and he suddenly woke up, and he also said "oops" and shouted: "Not bad!" The garrisons of the two battalions outside our city were only 500 men each, and they were at an absolute disadvantage against a strong enemy, and they were all defended by artillery, firearms, bows, crossbows, and other materials. Now that it is raining, the artillery and guns will not be used in the first place, which is equivalent to cutting off one's own arm first. However, the Yuan army can take the opportunity to give full play to their greatest advantages. Li Er, Ren Liang should not be underestimated! ”

"It's more than that."

"What else?"

"The rain is not good for marching formations. According to the general's expectations, in addition to the Tartars attacking the southern camp outside our city, there must still be reserves left. As long as our army dares to go out of the city to help Nanying, it will definitely be intercepted by it. On one side are the cavalry that can come and go freely even if they are scattered, whistling like the wind; On one side are the foot soldiers who are difficult to deploy in the rain and cannot exert their combat effectiveness, and it is needless to say that it is clear which wins and who loses. ”

I don't know if it was rained, or for other reasons, Ji Zongzhou's lips turned white, his face turned blue, and he said, "This, this, how should this be good?" ”

On the watchtower, the soldier leaned out again and shouted loudly: "The Tartar attack is very fierce, Nanying asks for help!" ”

More than a dozen generals followed Luo Guoqi's left and right, all of them looked serious at this time, stood straight, let the rain fall, and flowed down their pockets and armor, their eyes focused on Luo Guoqi's face, just waiting for him to give an order.

Luo Guoqi closed his eyes slightly, held the short knife tightly, ignored the generals' gaze, and said slowly: "The appropriate general has already analyzed, if the army is sent to help at this time, it will not be good for our army." Order: Ordered the southern camp to defend the fortress to the death, and not to retreat for half a step. If the position is lost, ask them to come to see them above the ninth commander! ”

When the generals heard this order, their faces changed drastically. Someone pursed his lips, plucked up his courage, and came out and said, "My lord! And just like you just analyzed. In the rain, the artillery and guns of the southern camp could not be used, and only relying on bows and crossbows, with only 500 people and a small camp, could they repel the strong attack of thousands of people? ”

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The terrain outside the city of Dizhou is relatively gentle, and the second battalion in the south and north is said to be located on high ground, but it is not too high, and the enemy's charge can run from below to the outside of the battalion. Moreover, the rain was too heavy to not only make it impossible to use artillery and firearms, but also had a negative impact on the firing of bows and crossbows.

The rain falls into a line, the wind does not stop, the first will affect the shooter's vision, and the second will affect the strength and range of the arrow. Strong bows and crossbows are better, ordinary bows, full of strings, arrows shot out, smashed by the rain and blown by the wind, inevitably deviate from the direction and gradually become weak.

The cavalry of the 2,000 Yuan army was divided into two teams, one was the main force, 1,500 men, all abandoned their horses and rushed up from the north side of the southern camp; The first team was on the flanks, with 500 men, and only ran on the other three sides of the camp, pulling arrows from a distance, so as to disperse the defense of the Haidong guards and reduce the resistance of the main attack.

Inside and outside the camp, feathered arrows flew.

Arrows shot from outside the camp or from outside the camp to the camp, tearing through the rain curtain and drawing arc-shaped trajectories in the rain. Some hit their targets, some fell indiscriminately. Whether it's the attacking side or the defending side, there is a lot of shouting. The cry shook the ground, and it could be heard far and near.

Pan Mei, the general of the southern camp, the deputy Qianhu of the official residence, whose real name is Pan Shiyi, is an illiterate rough man, because he has listened to the lessons of the officer teaching regiment several times, and knows that there was a famous general named Pan Mei in the early Northern Song Dynasty, who is his own family, so he changed his name and simply called him "Pan Mei". He is thirty years old, tall and strong, with big hands and feet, a face as black as iron, and a beard, unkempt and dense, which makes him more and more powerful.

Standing on a high platform in the camp, he watched six roads, listened to all directions, and commanded the battle.

There were constantly military reports from the fortress wall: "The first part of the Tartars, about 600 people, lifted the ladder, crashed the car, and stormed the north of our battalion." Although the Tartars could not be set on fire due to heavy rain, our artillery and guns could not be used, including the mines that had been buried outside the camp before, and many of them were wet by the rain. Even if the tartar stepped on it, it would not explode. The battle was fierce, and the northern defenders of our battalion struggled to cope. ”

"It's raining too much! The arrows are not accurate. If you make a Tartar attack the camp, you don't have to pay attention to the counterattack of our defenders, you just need to slam the wall with a crashing car. ......Checkmate! Please urge the city to send reinforcements quickly. ”

"The signal of the city's flag has been heard. Lord Luo's military order: Our army is required not to retreat for half a step. If the camp is lost, the whole battalion of nine commanders and above will be sentenced to death! ”

Pan Mei wiped her face and muttered. The captain of the pro-soldiers on the side didn't hear clearly, thinking that he had given some order, so he hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "What did the general say just now?" Pan Mei turned her head, stared at the captain viciously, and scolded: "What did Lao Tzu say just now? Lao Tzu said 'dog day'! ”

"Yes, yes."

"Yang Shuai is not in the city, and now Lord Luo has the final say. Brothers, cheer me up! No, I lost our Yang Shuai's face in front of Lord Luo! ......, who are we? ”

"Haidong Anliao Army!"

"Order, tell Lord Luo's order to the battalion north guard. Then he said to the prison team, all the front-line soldiers, regardless of the generals or non-commissioned officers, those who refuse to fight will cut off their hands, those who retreat will cut off their legs, and those who turn around will cut off their heads! ”

The captain of the pro-soldier awe-inspiring took the order and turned to stay.

Pan Mei stopped him again, took off the waist knife, handed it to him, and said, "Seeing this knife is like seeing this general." If there is a soldier or a supervisor who does not obey the military order, you will be given the right to kill! If the tartars don't go back, you don't have to come back. ”

"Yes!"

The captain of the pro-soldier received the order and came to the front line of the battalion. The war is raging.

It's like an ink freehand painting, with rain in the background, and hundreds of soldiers fighting each other. Where the sword starts, a rain mark is raised; The spear stabbed in, splattering red blood. The bloodstains rendered an inky picture, which was shocking to see. Someone is falling, someone is rising; Some people are brave to move forward, and some people are cowering and looking forward to it. People are crowding people and crowds. The fallen man hissed and cried out in pain; Those who go forward shout selflessly. Arrows rained down overhead, and flags flew up and down the camp.

Both sides are shouting: "Kill the thief!" Kill the thief! ”

Who is the thief? No one can tell.

Maybe it's the same saying: "The winner is king, and the loser is the villain." "Even if there is the general righteousness of the nation and the state, but both sides are fighting for their own nation or their own interests, and in the end, who is right and who is wrong can only be concluded by the victor when the victory or defeat is declared.

Occasionally, there were mines that were still intact, accompanied by the screams of the Yuan soldiers. The barracks were covered with blood, and the barracks were littered with severed limbs. The sharp arrows were washed away by the rain, piercing the armor and shooting into the body, blood flying everywhere, staining all the stagnant water on the ground red.

On the west side of the north of the camp, dozens of bearded horsemen, with sabers in their mouths, climbed up the ladder.

The Haidong guards put down the sassalwood and rolled down in rows. Hu Qi, who has flexible hands and feet, can dodge and dodge, if he can't dodge, he will be smashed on his body, and there will be iron thorns on the wood, and suddenly the flesh and blood will be blurred, and he will become a blood gourd, and the cry will be terrible, and he will roll down. Not only Haidong's guards have a supervision team, but Hu Qi also has a supervision formation, so they stand not far from the battle line, lined up in a neat line, with long knives and bright swords, eyeing the tiger, anyone who dares to retreat, will be beheaded on the spot, whether to retreat or die, not to retreat or die, choose one of the two, rather die for the battle.

Why? If you retreat, you will surely die; If you don't retreat, there is still a glimmer of life.

There are dozens of Hu riders on the ladder, and there are hundreds of people behind the ladder, and one falls down, and the one behind climbs up again.

Compared with the defense, the attacking side has always paid more attention to the "crowd tactics". Otherwise, how could there be a saying of "ten rules around it"? If you take into account the casualties of your soldiers when attacking a city, fortress, or camp wall, then this camp wall, fortress, and city will definitely be difficult to capture.

The shape of the camp designed by Luo Guoqi is indeed conducive to defense.

Although the west side of the north of the camp is not long, only one or two hundred paces, the edges and corners are prominent, and the two sides are fully protruding, and they can cooperate with each other to provide fire support. Therefore, although there are only fifty or sixty people in charge of the defense of this position, the effect can be completely comparable to one or two hundred.

It's not dangerous.

However, this is not the case on the east side of the camp.

There were also fifty or sixty people defending on the east side, but the terrain on the east side was more gentle than on the west side, and the Yuan army needed less strength to run up, so this defense naturally became more and more difficult. And most importantly, this position is still the main attack of the Yuan army. Li Er and Ren Liang have deployed all the most elite forces here, and the strength of the attack is, of course, incomparable to other places.

Less than two quarters of an hour after the attack and defense began, nearly half of the guards on the east side of the north side of the battalion had already been killed.

Many people join the army as brothers, relatives, and clans, such as especially the homeless, when Deng She recruited troops in Yongping, about 20% of the soldiers recruited at that time were like this.

After the war, many of the soldiers who enlisted in the army were mutilated. At this time, the soldiers on the east side of the defense were only brothers. And there is a big age difference between the brothers, the elder brother is nearly forty years old, and the younger brother is less than twenty. The elder brother is a deputy hundred, and the younger brother is a nine-division chief. The two fought side by side, and when they encountered danger, sometimes it was the elder brother who blocked the arrows for the younger brother, and sometimes the younger brother blocked the guns for the elder brother. It has long been a love of life and death, and they are brothers, broken bones and tendons, blood is thicker than water, and one is older and the other is young, their feelings can be imagined.

When the battle was fierce, a stray arrow shot diagonally, piercing through the rain curtain and hitting the young man's eye, piercing through the eye and shining out from the back of his head.

Mixed with blood and cerebral plasma. The young man screamed, stretched out his hand to cover it, touched the shaft of the arrow, drove the arrow, turned around in his head, the pain became more and more unbearable, he threw his head down, raised half of his hand, and probably wanted to pull the sleeve of his brother's shirt, which was beside him, but finally his strength faded, and he hung down weakly.

The elder brother dodged a saber that had climbed to the head of the camp, shot him back, stabbed him deep in the abdomen, and by the way, raised his foot and kicked him down. The rain washed away, and when he opened it again, he saw his brother hit by an arrow, fell to the ground, cried out in tears, discarded the spear, and pounced on it to hold on. However, at this moment, another horseman climbed to the head of the camp, and the elder brother's brother was in front of him, and he grabbed the younger brother's right foot and threw it under the head of the camp.

"Don't!"

watched his younger brother fall from the camp, and at the shortest distance, the two were only close to each other. The elder brother's eyes were about to split, because he couldn't control the castration, he also fell on the head of the camp, rolled over, turned over and jumped, because his spear had been dropped, and he didn't think to draw the knife for a while, so he grabbed this one of the Hu Qi who came up behind with his bare hands, and ate him with a knife, and with both hands force, the two rolled down the ladder.

Falling to the ground, both of them were seriously injured, but not dead, pulling each other and rolling in the mud and stagnant water. The two Hu Qi behind the ladder wanted to come up to help, but they couldn't do it because the two of them hugged him too tightly and kept rolling. Haidong's hundred households lost their younger brother, full of resentment and grief, and their will was far stronger than that of this Hu Qi, firmly grasped his hand, pushed his chin up with his forehead, opened his mouth, bit it on his throat, and after two or three bites, the Hu Qi gradually stopped struggling, and died with a whimper.

The soldiers of the Yuan army surrounded him, or used long knives or spears to pierce the bodies of the deputy hundred households. The hundred households seemed to not want to dodge at all, let them stab indiscriminately, use their hands and feet together, crawl forward on the muddy water, and the blood stains pulled down stained all around them red.

One knife, one knife, another knife; Shot after shot, shot after shot, even the soldiers of the Yuan army couldn't remember how many knives they had cut and how many shots they had stabbed, but the deputy hundred households who fell from the head of the camp still gritted their teeth and crawled forward with all their might. Perhaps it was the Yuan soldier who used the knife to stop first; Maybe it was the Yuan soldiers who made the gun shout something first, and the Yuan soldiers who were surrounding the deputy hundred households stopped one after another.

They watched as the deputy hundred households climbed forward.

In their heads, arrows still rained down; In their ears, the shouts of killing still shook the sky. However, they all stopped and watched as the deputy hundred households climbed forward.

The deputy Baihu had lost too much blood and had long lost his strength, not so much crawling as writhing. After climbing for a long time, there were less than two steps ahead. Although most of the Yuan strokes were Hu Qi, there were also people who knew Chinese, and they clearly heard the deputy Baihu muttering: "Little brother, little brother,......。 Just a dozen paces in front of him was his dead brother. Youyuan put the knife back in its sheath, put up the arm of the deputy Baihu, and helped him crawl forward and pull him to his brother's side. Deputy Baihu's fingers moved slightly, and another pawn put down the gun, held his hand, and put it next to his brother's hand, helping them hold it together.

The rain fell like a scoop, and the battlefield was killed.

The battle and killing intent on the ink painting temporarily froze slightly, fixed on the hands held by the two brothers, and then moved upwards to freeze on the smile on the corner of the mouth of the deputy hundred households. Pulling away from the distance, it was the Yuan soldiers who had been surrounding for a week. And the offense and defense have not stopped.

The Yuan Pawn, who had put the Deputy Baihu next to his brother, squatted down, lifted the head of the Deputy Baihe, and pulled out the long knife again with one hand, stabbing him in the neck. Blood is like a spring, and the still picture begins to beat again.