For the Ming Dynasty army, basically, the city was destroyed and the battle ended. There was occasionally street fighting, and it would not last for too long. But this was not the case with An**. Street fighting was a compulsory course that Gu Zhenhua always emphasized. Tang Zhanxiong had made sufficient preparations when designing the defense system.
The Tartars crashed into it and definitely encountered a iron plate. Looking at the falling Tartars, Tang Zhanxiong smiled contemptuously.
"Come on, add some more stuff to them!"
Suddenly, a row of archers rushed out. They held bows in one hand and sulfur-covered arrows in the other hand, and the flames rushed up. Rockets fell like rain and fell in the middle of the Tartars. Most of the Tartars wore cotton armor. On the one hand, the cotton armor was better to resist lead balls, and on the other hand, the cotton armor was also warm enough.
But this also brings a problem, that is, fear of fire! When a spark splashes on its body, it will burn, let alone rockets. The Tartars burned one after another, and they tried hard to beat them, but they had no effect. Some people ran wildly in despair, placing fire on everyone around them, causing greater damage.
They shouted desperately, and fell to the ground in pain, turning into cokes. Listening to the pain of these Tartars before their death, An*'s soldiers couldn't help but tighten their hearts and sweat broke out from their backs!
Burn to death!
It was not a human voice at all, it was a group of ghosts shouting!
"shooting!"
Tang Zhanxiong still issued an order without mercy. In the rain of bullets, thousands of Tartars who rushed into the city were almost wiped out, and only a lucky few escaped.
Their courage was completely scared and they rolled and crawled. They had only one thought and fled to the Tartars' military formation frantically. The Tartars, who were attacking other attacks, were scared and retreated one after another.
When the Tartars, who were in charge of supervising the battle, saw that they were defeated, their eyes widened, raised their ghost-headed swords one by one, rushed up, and were about to chop these guys.
Suddenly someone shouted: "Stop! Let them all come back!"
When everyone looked back, it was Oboi who gave the order. All of these people were confused. Hasn’t this adult always been extremely ruthless? Why did he change his temperament? It’s really incredible!
Oboi did not explain anything, but ordered the Jin to withdraw his troops. In the afterglow of falling, these Tartars, carrying scars, dragged their bodies and wounded into the camp. Their original high morale also fell a lot.
Obai pressed the hilt of the knife in his hand, like a stone tablet, standing in front of everyone with an expressionless face.
"The warriors of the Qing Dynasty, you fought very well. They were better than any previous siege battle. Our hard training these days are effective, and the sweat we put in is worth it!"
Oboi always beat or scolded, but at this moment he suddenly praised him, which made everyone at a loss and suddenly confused.
Oboi said again: "What I said is not a lie. I was unable to capture Luochuan because our enemies were not a living bucket. They are also the most fierce and tenacious warriors."
Listening to Oboi's words, someone finally woke up, and a few Oboi's confidants burst into tears.
"Master, all the slaves are incompetent. Don't worry, the slaves will definitely capture Luochuan tomorrow and kill all the Mingdogs!"
"Yes, conquer Luochuan and show his power in the world!"
Oboi looked at these fierce soldiers and showed a smug smile on his face. This was his Oboi's soldier, a more powerful soldier than Dorgon!
"The little Luochuan is naturally not a problem, but I want to win a greater victory, so that An** will know that the Eight Banners Power is still the most powerful army in the world. I just got the news that a team of reinforcements from Minggou had set off from Xi'an and could go to Luochuan within three days. Therefore, I decided to rush ahead to them, take down Jinsuo Pass, seal Minggou in southern Shaanxi, and then take Luochuan calmly!"
Jinsuo Pass is located north of Tongchuan, and is the key to the throat of Guanzhong south. It has been a must-fight for military strategists since ancient times. The terrain inside the Pass is broken, with valleys crisscrossing, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack.
Oboi turned his eyes to Jinsuo Pass. I have to say that this guy is a genius in the war, and his vision is much stronger than that of ordinary people. Once the Jinsuo Pass falls into the hands of the Tartars, not only Luochuan is not allowed, but also the An** in Qingyang and other places is in danger. The bamboo shoot peeling tactic formulated by Gu Zhenhua can only declare bankruptcy!
As early as the beginning of the war, Oboi had thought about many versions, among which attacking Jinsuo Pass was the most courageous and the one who gained the most. Since Luochuan was not easy to fight, he couldn't help but take a gamble.
He brought eight thousand men and lost more than one thousand to the siege. He left three thousand men to continue staring at Luochuan, and led 4,000 men and horses overnight to leave Luochuan quietly and rush towards Jinsuo Pass.
Until the next day, at the entrance of Luochuan City, Tang Zhanxiong and Xu Huanqing were actively preparing for the war, and the soldiers were preparing to roll the wood and stones to meet even more tragic challenges.
"Old Xu, Oboi fought crazy yesterday and the city walls exploded!"
Xu Huanqing also nodded: "That's right, although it was repaired overnight, I think there is a street fighting today."
Tang Zhanxiong smiled and said, "No matter what, you have to hold on. In three days, General Li Guo led a large group of troops to catch up. Then it will be Oboi's doomsday."
While discussing, they waited for the Tartars' attack, but until the sun rose, there was no movement in the Tartars' barracks, and Tang Zhanxiong was also very surprised.
At this moment, someone suddenly ran over in a hurry.
"Report to the commander of the group, two people came to deliver the letter, saying that they saw the brigade of Tartars heading south in the middle of the night!"
"What?" Tang Zhanxiong suddenly widened his eyes, and Xu Huanqing felt like he was hit by lightning.
"Hurry, bring those two ordinary people here."
Soon, two young men were brought over. When they saw Tang Zhanxiong, they hurriedly knelt on the ground and called him the master.
"Don't be polite, tell me quickly. When did you meet the Tartars? How many Tartars are there?"
"Yes, in a few days, the crops are about to ripen. We are all watching in the fields. As a result, a large number of Tartars pass through our fields in the middle of the night. The young men were frightened and lay on the ridge of the field. Fortunately, they were not discovered, otherwise their heads would be gone!"
"Where are people, how many people have you seen clearly?"
"The young men didn't dare to look up, but they all rode their horses and ran for a quarter of an hour. I'm afraid there were thousands of people!"
Tang Zhanxiong and Xu Huanqing took a breath of air, their eyes full of horror.
"Quick, bring the map."
The two of them lay on the map and followed what the two farmers said, looking for a path. Xu Huanqing looked at it and screamed in pain.
"not good!"
"Old Xu, what's wrong?"
"Captain, have you not understood it yet? The Tartars are going to capture this place!"
Xu Huanqing pointed his fingers on the Jinsuo Pass, and Tang Zhanxiong's whole body became cold in an instant.
"This is our retreat. If we cut it off and trap the lonely city, it will be dangerous! Let's go back quickly and guard Jinsuo Pass?"
Xu Huanqing thought for a while and said, "I'm afraid it won't work. The Tartars are all cavalrymen, and they have walked one night earlier than us. We can't catch up even if we are exhausted. For the sake of the present plan, I hope that the brothers from Jinsuo Pass can hold on."
Tang Zhanxiong stared at the bull's eyes and sighed for a while: "Oh, hurry up and pass on a letter to Jinsuoguan Feige, we can only do our best to leave our will!"
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Under the Jinsuo Pass, thousands of civilians were carrying cement boards, paving the road one by one. Behind them, many carriages filled with food and military supplies were waiting. As long as the road was built, they could immediately go to the front line to support the battle.
Li Laiheng led 500 soldiers, defending Jinsuoguan and supervising the work of civilians. An** had detailed rules, so he had nothing to do. He could only walk back and forth with a straw stick in his mouth.
"I said to Grand Secretary Yang, are you free? How about telling me another paragraph of Records of the Grand Historian? Let's talk about the paragraph of Lv Buwei and Zhao Ji."
The "Sir Yang Grand Secretary" mentioned by Li Laiheng was called Yang Shenyan. During the Battle of Northern Henan, he participated in An**. Before joining the army, he was amazing. He was Duke Jieyuan from Henan. He was successful at a young age and had a great calligraphy and painting. He should have fought in the imperial examination and gained fame. Unexpectedly, by chance, Yang Shenyan actually entered An**. At that time, everyone thought that he was on a whim and joined the army. An**’s suffering was not something that the scholar could bear.
Some friends even bet on the opening ceremony that Yang Shenyan withdrew for a few days, and the most of them was only a month's bet. However, the fact is that Yang Shenyan had been working for a year and was promoted to the position of deputy battalion commander.
His knowledge was undoubtedly the best among a group of big and rough people, so he became a great nickname for a Grand Secretary.
"Captain Li, do you want to listen to Lu Buwei or Lao Ai?"
"No, don't talk nonsense!" A trace of color flashed across Li Laiheng's face, and he sat next to Yang Shenyan.
"Do you think the things recorded by Shigong Tai are trustworthy? Is there such a powerful person? Do you have any secrets?"
Yang Shenyan smiled slightly: "I think you are in a hurry. It's time for General Li to find a wife for you. With General Li's status, maybe the prince can still take over the marriage."
As soon as he mentioned his godfather Li Guo, Li Laiheng immediately drooped his head.
"I don't know what my father is thinking. If I send me to the front and kill the enemy and make meritorious service, I won't be idle and have a random thought all day long..."
"Battery Commander, it's not good!" A soldier rolled and crawled over.
"Battery Commander, some Tartars are here!"
"What? Are they true? How many people?"
Li Laiheng jumped up like chicken blood, and Yang Shenyan also hurriedly stood up.
"Who leads the troops, how far is it from Jinsuo Pass?"
The soldier hurriedly replied: "There are less than ten miles left, and the cavalry are coming in a blink of an eye. It seems that they are from two yellow flags, with three or four thousand people, and the leader is Oboi!"
"Obai!" Li Laiheng immediately clenched his fists when he heard this.
"Okay, when I was in northern Shaanxi, it was his tie that broke through my father's defense line. New and old hatreds, I will settle the score with you today!"
Chapter completed!