When the pass of Yazhou opened, the soldiers who entered with the Mingzi battle flag saw Ding Yi. They tried hard to straighten their backs and keep up with their comrades, but they couldn't, and the weakness and injuries made it impossible for them to even keep the same pace, let alone hold their heads up and stride forward.

Although they no longer vomit saliva with pink blood foam when they moved from Wusizang to Xikang, hunger still worsens their condition. When Ding Yi looked at Hu Shan, he could hardly recognize him, he was lying on a stretcher, his foreskin and bones, beard and hair were messy, he really looked like a beggar at the root of the city gate, to be dragged to Yizhuang to die.

And the soldiers carrying the stretchers were not necessarily much better than Hu Shan, seeing that they could not walk a few dozen steps, other comrades-in-arms came to take over, and after walking a few dozen steps, they were obviously wheezing like a candle in the wind, so they had to stop and be replaced by others. Almost all stretchers are passed in this way in the hands and shoulders of soldiers.

Ding Ruyu is better, although she also looks sallow, she can still walk in front of the team and cheer: "Don't stop!" Cheer up! But her voice was also hoarse, and it was difficult to find the shadow of the dexterous girl in the Ding family house in Rongcheng from her body.

When she saw Ding Yi, she was stunned for a moment and ran, but her dry physical strength immediately caused her to fall to the ground.

Ding picked her up, it was hard to imagine that Ruyu, who looked like a white porcelain person, would be so stinky, mixed with the stench of blood, the stench of not washing for a long time, in short, mixed together, making people subconsciously hold their breath. Ding Ruyu only said one sentence, and then fainted: "Young master." Hurry, hurry up and save Junyue! ”

Because she saw Ding Yi, Ding Yi who could be relied on, she didn't have to hold on any longer.

Relaxation of the mind. Let the long-term tiredness of the body be released at once.

"Junyue's altitude sickness is very strong." Relatively speaking, Hu Shan, who was lying on the stretcher, was still a little energetic, "As soon as she went to the plateau, she couldn't hold on, but at that time, there was still saline, cool oil, and sick rice, so the first batch of soldiers to fall." On the contrary, it has the lowest mortality rate. ”

So when the ammunition and food were exhausted at the end, even the cavalry of the Timurid Khanate felt that it was time to pick the fruits of victory, and the remnants of more than 2,000 soldiers were ready to fight with bayonets for the last time. Ding Junyue dragged her sniper rifle out, and Hu Shan said with a wry smile: "The general has three arrows to set the Tianshan Mountain, and I used to think that Mr. Storyteller was talking nonsense, but now the disciple really feels that it is difficult to say." ”

A sniper rifle with a steel rifled barrel. The bullets used are different from those of other people's rifles. So Ding Junyue still had dozens of sniper shells, and before the cavalry of the Timurid Khanate charged, she used the undivided scope to lock on to the cavalry leader of the Timurid Khanate, and then exploded his head a few hundred meters away, and reloaded after unloading the bullet, and then interrupted the opponent's flag.

The cavalry of the Timurid Khanate gave up the charge, and they were very afraid of the firearms of the 1st Ming Division. After the first battle, they drove the servant armies of the Tianzhu and Mara dynasties to consume the ammunition of the first division of the Ming Dynasty. In the previous ten days of fighting, it was confirmed that the Ming army no longer had firearms, and they were ready to go into battle in person.

And when the sound of firearms rushed from the Ming army's formation, and the first shot blew the leader's head, and the second shot broke the banner, they retreated.

Hu Shan took a sip of water, his complexion was slightly better, and said to Ding Yi: "So they drove the servant army up, those people from Tianzhu and Mara, bayonets, it was enough for us to overturn them, they rushed four or five times, four or five thousand people each time, and let us retreat." ”

At night, they began to withdraw from the front line, because they could no longer hold on.

"Uncle Shi is a little stubborn, if it weren't for Junyue knocking her unconscious, I'm afraid she wouldn't leave."

Ding nodded and said to Hu Shan: "It is long overdue to retreat, it is right that the grassroots soldiers regard obedience as their duty, and it is a good thing to reflexively implement squad tactics; But as a high-ranking general, it is definitely not a good thing for you to also form a fixed mindset. "If the first division of the Ming Dynasty had been withdrawn when Shi Pu had just died, it would definitely not be so wolfish.

Hu Shan nodded with difficulty: "What Mr. said is that if you leave early, there will not be so many wounded, and the ammunition can keep up, even if you only leave two camps, it will not be like this." Actually, maybe we shouldn't have sent out a work propaganda team so urgently. On the way to retreat, Hu Shan thought about it repeatedly for a long time, and he actually regretted the flashpoint that caused the conflict.

However, in the end, they were able to withdraw, and it also relied on the work done by the labor propaganda team in the early stage.

"Jun Yue, those sick numbers, I heard that the front line is no longer good, and there are three or four hundred people who can move a little, so they were organized by Jun Yue, and went to those serfs whose lords were killed, and borrowed some food; Some members of the Tiandihui and the Zhongyi Society developed by the Gongxuan Brigade organized several groups of serfs and sent the wounded to Xikang when Junyue and their hundreds of slightly better patients went to the front line to support. Hu Shan said for a while, and his spirit began to fail, but he knew very well that there were some things that had to be reported to Ding Yi clearly, "Jun Yue knocked out Uncle Shi before it was dark, we walked at night, and we couldn't finish withdrawing, more than 10,000 injured brothers...... She led more than 400 brothers and left behind......"

Ding smiled bitterly when he heard this, so it is more auspicious and less auspicious, Hu Shan and they withdrew from Wusizang to Xikang, and then walked from Xikang to this Yazhou, I'm afraid it will be at least half a month, right? More than 400 soldiers ran out of ammunition, so Ding Junyue had a sniper rifle and dozens of bullets, how could it be broken? It's nothing more than human life being cut off.

But at this time, his hand tightened, but it was Hu Shan who grabbed Ding Yi's hand: "Sir, sir!" Three days ago, I heard from the brothers who withdrew from the back that Junyue and they are still fighting, still fighting! ”

"Okay, you rest first, and I'll arrange for someone to pick it up." Ding Yi patted Hu Shan's hand, then beckoned to Shi Jianfei on the pass, and motioned for him to come down, "There is grain in the warehouse of the Ding family's shop, you can organize the military households to cook porridge, and get some porridge for everyone to drink first." ”

Although hunger has been tormenting the remnants of the First Division of the Ming Dynasty, the banner is still there, at least when the porridge bucket is carried over, it is not as imagined by those soldiers of the Thousand Households, they will pounce on them like evil ghosts to grab food, anyway, when Wen Fat Man shouted loudly there: "The first battalion of the second brigade is here to gather!" The soldiers were silent and crawled up like the walking dead, but they lined up and went up in turn to make porridge.

However, after entering Yazhou, many people lay down on the street and did not get up.

was originally dying, and such a long journey into the transition drained their last bit of vitality.

Xing Dahe is the best state among the senior commanders, and when Ding Ruyu passed out and Hu Shan reported to Ding Yi, he was still running forward and settling down the troops. But when Ding Yi walked up to him and handed him a bowl of porridge, Xing Dahe's tears flowed silently: "I'm not reconciled, sir!" Unwilling! How can you lose? How could we lose? Fuck it! How could we lose! ”

He still couldn't accept this reality, knelt on the ground, hugged Ding Yi's legs, and cried.

"If you're human, you lose." As soon as Ding pulled out his legs, he kicked him over, and said to him coldly, "Get up, drink porridge, howl your mother!" There's a lot of stuff waiting to be done, what's the point of losing once? Won't you just kill it back? Saying that, Ding Yi walked to the side, slapped the battalion and company commanders who were squatting on the side of the street in despair, and slapped them one by one, "Get up, drink porridge, who will you show this ghost?" Get up for Lao Tzu! ”

A soldier is a general, and it will be the soul of a soldier. When these officers were scolded by Ding Yi, it seemed that they were a little more alive.

"It's good to drink eight points full, Xing Dahe, wait for three battalions, go to take over the city gate of Chengdu Mansion, bring weapons, and when you arrive in Chengdu, there will be ammunition supplies." Can you do it? If it doesn't work, let the fat man go! Ding Yi did not comfort Hu Shan as much as he comforted him, but scolded him all the time.

But obviously this worked, each person's personality is different, and Ding Yi captures their personality traits very well.

Xing Dahe is not Hu Shan, he needs this kind of disguised encouragement, if Ding Yi comforts him, it will make him question himself more, and indulge in sadness more and cannot extricate himself. Hu Shan is different, he won't be at this time, and he is still thinking about how to lose, he has already figured it out.

"Yes, sir." Xing Dahe responded listlessly.

"Louder!"

"Yes! Mr! ”

Ding Yi stared at Xing Dahe for a long time, reached out and put his arms around his neck, and put his dirty forehead on his forehead: "Can you still fucking fight?" Can you fight in the end? ”

"Yes!" Xing Dahe is like a beast that has been plucked up.

"Can you still kill people?"

"Yes!"

Ding Yi let go of him and said to him: "After taking over the city gate, you will get ammunition replenishment, and then guard the city gate, do you hear?" ”

"The people are at the gates!"

"If no one is there, the gates will be there. Otherwise, how would these brothers be placed? Ding Yi pointed to the dense soldiers lying on the side of the street and asked Xing Dahe. If you can't enter Chengdu Prefecture, you won't be able to get food supplies, and the wounded and sick people won't be able to rest, which is a very real problem.

"Yes, sir!"

When Xing Dahe gathered the three battalions that had finished drinking the porridge and the three battalions that were in rags.

They didn't drop their weapons, even if they withdrew like the walking dead, even if hunger and altitude sickness tortured them not like people, ghosts and ghosts, whether it was their own rifles or grenadiers, or battalion mortars, or even the rifles of their dead comrades, they almost all took them with them.

This made Ding Yi feel relieved, not the ordnance, but the military soul of this army, which has not yet dispersed.

Ding Yi said to Wen Fatzi: "Send a flare." ”

Fat Man threw down the porridge spoon and took out a flare gun.

Three green flares glowed in the air, and even on the city walls of Chengdu Mansion, they were clearly visible. (To be continued......)