Chapter Two Hundred and Nine Errors

Originally, Guiyang belonged to the Guizhou Xuanwei Division, and like today, it was the capital of Guizhou Province, but it was much smaller in the Ming Dynasty. One theory is that Guiyang was given the name "Guizhou" during the Northern Song Dynasty, but according to more orthodox records, Guiyang City was originally built in the Yuan Dynasty to the Zheng Dynasty, which was a small earthen city, and it was not expanded and repaired until the fifteenth year of Hongwu. Even so, the whole Guiyang City is only nine miles and seven minutes around, the city is two feet high and two feet, and there are only five city gates: Wusheng Gate in the east, Chaojing Gate in the south, Dehua Gate in the south, Shengquan Gate in the west, and Rouyuan Gate in the north. From the perspective of the urban system, about one kilometer on each side is a small county size.

When An Yaochen was alive, as a liaison with the government, An Bangyan had lived in Guiyang for a long time and was very familiar with the environment, so he chose the North Gate, which was in disrepair, as the first target.

This is a big mistake.

Because Li Jingwu also made the same judgment.

The north gate was built on a high slope, and there was a deep ditch outside that could be used as a moat. On the day he got the warning, Li Jingwu organized Ding Zhuang in the city to raise the north wall, clean the trench, and most importantly, he deployed the trump card in his hand here......

Three thousand soldiers!

Ahn Bangyan arranged for 20,000 men to attack the North Gate. However, the Zhenxiao soldiers, known as brave soldiers, really lived up to expectations and fought to the death!

The fierce battle lasted from morning to dusk, and every time the Shuixi army came and went like a tide, and the small army formation of the Zhenxiao soldiers was as solid as a rock. The corpses of the two sides overlapped and intertwined in front of the battle, and the blood made the unique red earth of the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau even more shocking.

An Bangyan, who was watching the battle, was a little annoyed: he knew that his Shuixi Army's combat strength was not as good as that of the Yongning Army of Extravagant Chongming, but he didn't expect it to be so much worse - 20,000 against 3,000, and he fought for almost a whole day, and he didn't even touch the root of the city wall!

So he made the second mistake of the day: to withdraw his troops and attack the west gate instead.

Husband war, courage also. One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion.

The Shuixi Army, which had lost its sharpness, heard of the amnesty and rushed to the west gate in a chaotic manner. Li Jingwu on the north wall hurried to the west wall to supervise the battle, but the battle was much easier than he expected: there were less than 200 archers on the west wall, and after a few rounds of arrows, it was dark, and the Shuixi army retreated and began to camp for the night.

However, after all, this was the first time Li Jingwu was on the battlefield in person, and he also made a mistake, a small mistake that indirectly led to the great tragedy that happened in the future. The hastily organized rabble of more than 100 people repelled a hundredfold enemy after firing a few rounds of arrows, and Master Li knew that he should be greatly encouraged: if the morale was boosted to an incomparably high level, the battle of tomorrow would have a better chance of victory.

So, he stayed at the Western Wall. Master Li walked into the middle of the soldiers, patted them on the shoulders one by one, and praised them loudly. In this era, the lowest soldiers were personally praised by the governor of the province, the highest official position, and the effect can be imagined. The soldiers of the Western Wall who "defeated" the rebels by shooting at most five or six arrows through the battlements disappeared from the sense of fear in their hearts, and their morale rose unprecedentedly, as Master Li expected......

Yes, Lord Li forgot about the town soldiers who had been fighting hard outside the north gate for a day!

After days of bloody battles, the enemy was finally repulsed. The soldiers dragged back more than 100 bloody corpses of their comrades from the corpses in front of the formation, and placed them side by side behind the small military formation, and the wounded soldiers were temporarily placed next to the morgue. Moans and cries of pain were incessant, and occasionally there was a terrible cry that seemed to pierce the deep twilight, which was the accompanying Lang Zhong pulling out feathered arrows that penetrated deep into the body, or instructing the soldiers to cut off the wounded limbs that could not be treated, and pressing the red coals on the cross-section of the wound to stop the bleeding and disinfect......

There were only two in Langzhong, and there were more than 300 wounded soldiers. Soon, the herbal medicine boxes on the two Lang Zhong's bodies were bottomed out, and a total of more than 20 wounded soldiers were treated.

A young soldier in his twenties was crooked in the arms of another older man, looking at their looks, these were the brothers. The younger brother's right knee was completely shattered, and the white miserable broken bones were particularly shocking against the black blood clots that had already coagulated. A Lang Zhong hurriedly walked over, looked at it, shook his head, sighed, and wanted to turn around and leave, but his brother grabbed him and cried and begged: "Mr. be kind, save our brother!" As he spoke, he gently put down his brother and knelt down solemnly. He bowed his head heavily.

Lang Zhong hurriedly jumped sideways to avoid it, shook his head and said, "It's not saved, it's not saved, you better give him a good time." ”

Where is the elder brother willing to listen, he hugged Lang Zhong's legs on his knees, and blindly pleaded in his mouth. The dispute between the two caused a small commotion, and a man who looked like an officer hurried over when he heard the sound and shouted: "What a quarrel! ”

Looking up, he saw that the officer was an acquaintance, and his brother grabbed the life-saving straw and shouted: "Brother Majia, it's Ah Shi!" The stone was injured, and the brother of the Ma family said to Mr., save the stone! Stone hacked two thieves to death today! ”

Seeing that the officer surnamed Ma looked at him with a gloomy face, Lang Zhong was even frightened, and his voice was already crying: "General, it's not that you don't treat this military master, look at his injuries!" The small ones really don't have any medicine! ”

The officer and Brother Ah Shi were originally relatives in the same village, and they looked at Ah Shi's wound and said angrily: "Nonsense! If you only hurt one leg, you want to take your brother's life? Let's see you're a thief! As he spoke, his hand was on the hilt of the knife at his waist.

"General! The general listens to the little one! Listen to the little one, and it's not too late for you to cut the small one! I don't know if he was frightened or moved by his true feelings, Lang Zhong's tears flowed down, and as he spoke, he leaned over and opened the empty medicine box, "General, take a closer look at this brother's injury, all the bones are broken, most of them are broken in the flesh, and the inside is poked to shreds!" I had to cut off this wound with a sharp axe to the knee, burn the wound with fire, and then apply gold sore ointment, and after three or five days, if the fever subsides, although half a leg is missing, can my life be saved? The little gold sore cream is really useless! Without applying medicine, this brother suffered a crime in vain, and then began to soak pus from the inside, rotting from the wound section, and waited until the remaining half of the leg turned black, and the poisonous gas had already attacked the heart along the blood, and the person was still not saved, and he had to live for more than ten days! ”

The officer's face softened, and he asked, "Are you not worthy of this golden sore cream?" Shall we send a few brothers to accompany you to find some herbs to make it? ”

Lang Zhong replied: "It's not difficult to match, lard, yellow wax, rosin, and borneol are all ordinary things, but there are only mother-in-law and honeysuckle vines in the wilderness, and the others have to go to the city to get them, and they are everywhere, but isn't the city gate closed, and I have called it a few times, and I can't enter it." ”

The officer looked up at the swarthy north wall, gritted his teeth, and nodded to Brother Ashi: "You wait." He turned around and strode away. Lang Zhong said to Brother Ashi: "If I can enter the city, I will immediately transfer medicine and come to look for you." Yan Bi lowered his head and hurried to see the other wounded soldiers.

When the officers came to the tent of the commander of the Chinese army, there were already several other middle and lower-level officers gathered there, and you and I talked angrily to their commander, everyone's request was very simple: after a day of fighting, it was about to fall at night, everyone went into the city to rest, and by the way, the wounded brothers were left in the city, and they couldn't just watch these heroes and warriors die helplessly and tragically in the cold night outside the city, right?

The commander of this Zhenxiao army is the deputy general of Zhenxiao, Tian Baisheng. Deputy Marshal Tian himself is also the chief of Wuzhai lawsuit to consol the envoy.

In the seventh year of Hongwu, the local Tusi Tian Ruming father and son were ordered by Zhu Yuanzhang to conquer Chen Youliang and the rest of Zhou Wengui's Panyang Lake Rebellion, and returned to his hometown after quelling the chaos, Tian Ruming was named Tuojiang Xuanwei Envoy, the eldest son Tian Maowen inherited his father's position, and was the son of Tusi, the second son Tian Maowu was awarded the chief lawsuit of Xiaoziping, the third son Tian Maobi was awarded the Pingtou Zhuoke chief lawsuit, the fourth son Tian Maoliang was awarded the Ping'e Yi chief lawsuit, and the fifth son Tian Maoying was awarded the Langxi chief lawsuit, and the Wuzhai chief lawsuit was named after this. Because of the mixed Han Dynasty in Xiangxi, in the third year of Longqing, the Ming court set up a military camp in Phoenix Mountain to monitor the various departments and prevent Miao rebellion, and the military camp was named after Phoenix Mountain, called Phoenix Camp - since then, the name of "Phoenix" began to appear in the book, which is also the origin of the name of the ancient city of Phoenix today.

Time flies, the five villages have been integrated, the soldiers of the Phoenix Battalion have also changed from Han soldiers to Han descendants of various ethnic groups, and the autonomy of the local Tusi on the horse and the people on the horse is still firmly in the hands of the Tian family.

Because of the ancestral blood and fire bond with the imperial court, the relationship between the Tian Tusi family and the Guizhou government is completely different from other Tusi such as luxury and An. As early as when Zhang Heming and the chaos in Guiyang first appeared, Tian Baisheng led 3,000 elites into Guiyang to assist in defense.

Tian Baisheng was very angry. It stands to reason that the enemy has retreated, and the north gate of Guiyang should have been opened a long time ago. The army entered the city to rest, ate a hot meal, slept soundly, and left the wounded and sick the next morning, and then drove out to meet the enemy! What the brothers need is not only physical rest, but more importantly, the support in their hearts - behind them is the strong city, and they can get strong support at any time after fighting bloodily. But today's battle is already infuriating: the town soldiers are fighting below, and the Han soldiers on the north wall are so cowering and looking, and there are even a lot of people watching the excitement! Don't you have a bird gun and a magic cannon in your hands, even if you let it go, you can't hit the thief, put it aside, anyway, the brothers below can't see the thief's rear team, but the spirit is definitely different! The result? The city gate is always closed, Lord Li, you are too despised by our town seedlings, although there are not many people of 3,000, can't we still hold the place outside the north gate? That's it, you haven't opened the door yet, what do you Han family mean?

Angry, Tian Baisheng didn't think too much about it at first, he knew that Master Li went to the West Gate, and guessed in his heart which Han official was negligent, and the door opened late. He was sulking, and the leaders of the various stockades had already come looking for him, so he sent people to call the city as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, the herald who went to call the city came back dejectedly: the city replied, Master Li is not here, no one dares to open the door, you will stay outside for a night!

Deputy Marshal Tian was furious: Dare to love the lives of our Zhenxiao seedlings, so they should all be buried in the wilderness for you Han people? What the fuck are you doing!

When the leaders of the villages heard the news, they were all furious. Almost every soldier in this army is a child of his own clan, and as the leader, he just watched them die in vain?

With a "bang", Tian Baisheng kicked over a few cases, several hard dough cakes fell to the ground, and the rice wine in the pottery bowl spilled on the ground, "Let's go, go home!" ”

Brother Shi's tearful eyes looked at the brother of the Ma family who had gone and returned, and the latter shook his head silently at him with a sad and angry face, and then leaned down and said softly: "It's better for my brother to come." The thick arm carefully took the upper body of the stone, told him to lean in the crook of his arm, closed the eyes of the stone casually, and said softly: "Don't cry the stone, just go down at once." When we got there, there was our ancestor, and the pig was roasted on the fire of Wangwang, but it was fragrant and fragrant, smeared with salt, and there would be no more pain over there. The dagger in his right hand swiped quickly and gently at the neck of the stone......

The silent tears of the soldier fell on the calm face of the stone and slowly flowed down.

"Wow".

Brother Stone's mournful cry pierced the night sky.

"Wow".

The cries of the wounded soldiers came and went. The lightly wounded were dragged up, and the seriously wounded died in the arms of their brothers and close friends.

When Li Jingwu rushed back to the north gate, only intercepting the rear team of less than 400 people, Tian Baisheng had already led the main force of his town soldiers to set fire on the mountain road back to his hometown overnight.

The military envoy sent by Lord Li called in vain at the risk of being attacked by the Shuixi army.

No one in the procession to return to their hometowns turned back.