Chapter Eighty-Eight: Cooking Smoke, Horse Manure
When thousands of Xue troops were put into the battlefield, it was like injecting a dose of strength into Wara, which looked like a sign of defeat, and stopped the trend of defeat and retreat.
However, the Xue army was extremely powerful, and braved the cannon arrows at the head of the city to rush to the bottom of the city wall.
At the same time, the Warats' only heavy weapon, the return cannon, was finally used.
Returning to the cannon, it is said to be a cannon, but it is actually a trebuchet, which is simple to make, and a boulder weighing 150 can be easily thrown to the opposite city.
It was this that the Mongols relied on this to make the Southern Song Dynasty guard Lu Wenhuan fearful, and gave up Xiangyang, which had been in a stalemate for six years.
Even now, the return cannon has a slow rate of fire and poor accuracy, but it is still the only weapon on the grassland that can pose a threat to the city.
Huge stones fell on the top of the city, but there were always a few that could fall on the top of the city.
When it was hit, the boulder was torn apart, and the debris flew, which caught the Ming army off guard and was a little dazed.
Some of them were unlucky, and they happened to be near the boulder, and the whole person disappeared into the ruins.
The Warats under the city took advantage of this opportunity and set up a ladder.
Zhang Fu's lips were chapped and oozing a little blood, and he roared angrily: "Zhang Ying, take someone to push the ladder, and you must not let the Warat people enter the city." β
Zhang Ying held his knife high, shouted with all his might: "Kill", and pounced with his own soldiers.
Constant Varats fell from the ladder, making eerie arcs in the air and roaring in despair.
Even if there was a passage at the head of the city that the Warat people were lucky enough to climb, they had not yet gained a foothold, and then a steady stream of Ming troops surrounded them from all sides.
Many rushed forward in a haphazard manner, only to be brutally cut down to the ground by the Warats.
But then, a spear stretched out out of nowhere and stabbed him fiercely.
The Ming army holding the spear had a frightened face and clenched the spear in his hand tightly.
Countless spears and swords swung in the aisles, and no one could recognize who made the screams.
The Ming army's firecrackers and arrow rain turned a short stretch of cloud ladder into a moat.
The gunners of the Ming army who reacted gathered together to completely overturn those return guns.
The Warat people who lost their support were killed one by one, and the Ming army in front was like an iron wall, they could not break through, but kept retreating, compressed on a short section of the aisle, and became a turtle in the urn.
When the last of the Varat at the head of the city died and was thrown off the walls, the exhausted Warat soldiers had effectively lost the ability to continue the attack.
As the trumpets sounded in the distance, these Varats, who were already hesitant, immediately turned around and ran away.
Looking in the direction in which Varat had receded, everyone in the city breathed a sigh of relief.
To be honest, the intensity of the first day greatly exceeded Zhang Fu's expectations.
The Warats left thousands of corpses, and the casualties of the Ming army at the head of the city were almost equal to those of Warat.
Even so, for Da Ming, this can be regarded as a long-lost victory.
The soldiers and military attachΓ©s at the head of the city, with a smile on their faces after death, and the excitement in their hearts was overflowing.
Zhang Fu still frowned.
For him, it is his duty to keep Datong.
If you can't keep it, you're going to see the hell.
He just felt that today's battle was strange inside and out.
But Xue Jun, back to the cannon, thousands of people took turns to attack, and this was the beginning of the game basically showed all the hole cards, and it was really a posture that was determined to win Datong.
This is really not in the habit of this old fox.
Zhang Fu arranged the affairs of the city, and after leaving Wujin Bo Zhu Mian to stay here, he hurriedly got off the city wall and rushed to the palace of the king.
In the Acting Wangfu, except for Kuang Yu and Jing Yuan, all the Wenchen were driven back to their respective yamen by Zhu Qizhen.
Zhu Qizhen's low mood made the entire Daiwang Mansion shrouded in low pressure.
"Your Majesty, the British Duke has arrived."
Someone came to tell you.
Zhu Qizhen finally reacted: "Pass quickly." β
Zhang Fu hurried over.
He took a deep breath: "Minister Zhang Fu, I have seen Your Majesty. β
"How's the situation?"
Zhang Fu gave a general idea of the situation of today's battle.
When he heard the return cannon, Xue Jun and even the Warat people climbed the city tower, Kuang Yu and Jing Yuan couldn't help but exclaim.
It's only the first day, and the battle has come to this point?
The hearts of Warat people and Zhang Fu have the same doubts: Does Warat really want to win Datong?
Hearing these news, Zhu Qizhen became more determined in his thoughts for the day.
"Your Majesty, since the Warat people are aiming at Datong, the minister thinks that he should send troops and horses from Sanguan to reinforce Datong."
Kwong gave his opinion.
Zhu Qizhen shook his head and gave a diametrically opposed answer: "First of all, this is attacking the east and the west, if I guess correctly, the Wara army outside Datong City is just a suspicious army." β
Suspicious?
Zhang Fu didn't have doubts, but this kind of play really doesn't look like a suspicious soldier.
"He is also a smart man first, he knows that without me, he will not have a bargaining chip to negotiate with Daming, and it is even more foolish to regain the glory of Dayuan."
Zhu Qizhen got up and continued: "When I was in Warat, I had already gathered more than 100,000 troops.
As the saying goes, it is easy to invite God and it is difficult to send God, and the reason why these people obey orders first is not only because they are the strongest first, but also because they are also promised benefits first.
It's late autumn now, and winter is just around the corner.
For Yexian, the top priority is to feed his men.
If you can't feed these people, don't say it, you will sell your life first, and it won't be unusual to stab him in the back. β
This is a fundamental shift.
What the first thing in history wanted was to take down the Beijing Division, return to the Guannai Huahua country, and replace the Ming Dynasty.
No matter how bad it is, it will be a confrontation between the north and the south, and the north and the south will come out.
But now, he has lost his trump card first, Datong, the Xuanfu soldiers are full of food, and the Beijing division still has hundreds of thousands of troops.
In this case, we can only be pragmatic first, and try all means to enter the customs and loot, grab enough supplies, survive this winter, and stabilize our position at the same time.
What Zhu Qizhen said is reasonable, but after all, this is just speculation, no matter how resolute his attitude is, no matter how sure he is.
Military affairs, do not gamble.
"If you want to prove it, it's very simple, British duke, how do you judge the number of people in the place under normal circumstances?"
This is simply commonplace for Zhang Fu.
The marching flag, the movement, the size of the camp, the number of rangers.........
Of course, the easiest way is to send out the night or work carefully.
Seeing is believing, and it's the most direct.
Mature veterans will use a variety of methods, multi-party comparisons, and mutual corroboration.
Because all standards are subject to fraud.
Zhu Qizhen thought for a while and said, "British duke, send out the night and keep an eye on the Warat camp."
Tell them that there is no need to go in to see the number of people, and let them keep an eye on two places.
Cooking smoke, horse manure. β
Zhang Fu suddenly realized.