As for street fighting, it seems that there are no established fighting styles and tactics in this era, but I know a lot about it, even if it is just on paper.
Guo Dajing lowered his eyes and was immersed in his imagination.
A burst of cheers and noises came closer and closer, interrupting Guo Dajing's thoughts.
"I don't want Mao Yongshi to take the credit." Mao Wenlong smiled. He could clearly see that it was Mao Yongshi leading a group of soldiers, carrying a corpse and cheering.
Guo Dajing also laughed. He deserved to have the enemy chieftain buried in his grave.
He thought of the Liao people who were forcibly evicted and killed, trudging and struggling in the wind and snow, and of the old people and children who died in the ravines on the roadside.
Among them were his relatives. Although strictly defined, he was no longer Guo Dajing from the Liao Dynasty, nor Guo Stutterer. But the pain he felt was something he would never forget.
"Commander." Mao Yongshi bowed and saluted at the foot of the city, and said loudly: "The body of Jianlu Baylor Yue Tuo is here."
Mao Wenlong laughed loudly and said loudly: "Hang the enemy chief's corpse on a high pole to show the power of our Dongjiang army; tomorrow we will send troops to Yizhou City and annihilate the Jianlu."
"The general will obey the order." Mao Yongshi replied loudly, turned around and shouted to the following officers and soldiers: "Send troops to Yizhou and annihilate Jianlu."
"Send troops to Yizhou and annihilate Jianlu!" The officers and soldiers behind them raised their swords and guns and cheered and shouted one after another.
Mao Wenlong stroked his beard and chin, looked at the cheering officers and soldiers below the city, and said: "The military spirit can be used, the military spirit can be used!"
Inspired by the victory, Guo Dajing knew the importance of military morale and said from the sidelines: "With high morale, Yiju will win."
Mao Wenlong smiled and nodded, and said: "Mao Yongshi's original name is Kong Youde. He is now the adopted grandson of me, and is the governor of Neiding. He is brave and good at fighting, and often goes to the battlefield first. When the invaders of the DPRK are defeated, I also want him to go out for training.
Ichiban.”
Guo Dajing's eyes narrowed unconsciously, and he said thoughtfully: "The general has heard of storytelling and knows that the Yue family army is really famous. In the future, everyone in Liaodong will definitely know that the Mao family army is afraid of building captives."
The smile on Mao Wenlong's face slowly faded, until he frowned slightly, lowered his eyes and fell into thought.
Guo Dajing said this deliberately, and the words were very ordinary, with basically no idiom modifications, which showed that his cultural level was not high, and it also showed that he said it casually and meant to compliment.
But he believed that if Mao Wenlong was a smart man, he would be wary of the names Yue Jiajun and Mao Jiajun.
What feudal emperors are taboo about is foreign generals being domineering and self-respecting. The Yue Family Army, the Mao Family Army, the court provides food and salary, are they your private soldiers?
Going deeper, Mao Wenlong would not have known how Grandpa Yue Feiyue, who commanded the Yue Family Army, died.
Even if the emperor is not suspicious, then what kind of virtue are the civil servants in the court who are so arrogant that they will not use this matter to criticize?
How could Mao Wenlong have no idea about his relationship with the civil servants? He would be extremely stupid if he still gives people clues.
Perhaps, Mao Wenlong adopted many orphans from the Dongjiang Army as adopted sons and grandchildren as a means to win people's hearts and control the army.
But Guo Dajing disapproved of this and didn't like it. Because this method was very similar to the adoption of servants by generals in the late Ming Dynasty, and it was a long-standing shortcoming in the Ming army.
Moreover, Guo Dajing's subtle reminder was to prevent Mao Wenlong from doing this to him. It was just right if he didn't say it out loud, but it would be a bit hurtful to reject it after saying it.
Seeing that Mao Wenlong was silent and lost in thought, Guo Dajing knew that his goal might have been achieved, so he bowed and said: "Commander, the general feels that the siege blasting vehicle can be improved further, so he went to summon the craftsmen to seize the time to prepare for the attack.
Used when visiting Uiju Castle.”
Mao Wenlong rolled his eyes and woke up from his thoughts. Without looking back, he waved his hand and said, "Go ahead. The attack on Yizhou City will still follow your plan."
"General, I obey." Guo Dajing saluted meticulously, turned around and retreated.
Mao Wenlong stroked his beard, lowered his eyes slightly, and entered into the unfinished thinking just now.
He had no doubts about Guo Dajing. Even though he was a little smart, he didn't have that far-reaching insight. Presumably, Guo Dajing also saw that there were many generals named Mao in the army, so he said it so casually.
Mao Jiajun, Mao Jiajun! Mao Wenlong never thought that there would be such a big hidden danger. Although no one says so now, there is no guarantee that no one will think so in the future.
The Dongjiang Army was located overseas, and Governor Denglai's control was very limited. He also insisted on not having civilian officials to supervise the army. How could the emperor and civilian officials not be worried?
After taking a long breath, Mao Wenlong made his own decision and felt a little relieved.
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There was a commotion in Yiju City. The troops led by Nima Chan finally entered the city and could have a good rest.
Sitting in the room, Nima Chan drank a large pot of tea, but it did not make him feel better.
He has determined that he was poisoned. Almost half of the troops who fled into Yiju City in panic were also poisoned.
Under such circumstances, Nima Chan believed that he was wise. He did not fight with the Ming army at the foot of Baima Mountain City, but fled back to Yizhou to avoid being destroyed.
But Nima Chan also knew that he was almost finished. If he fell into the trap of coach Shuo Tuo, what awaited him would be severe punishment, even beheading would not be surprising.
But at this point, Nima Chan had no choice. Even if he tried to break his head, he couldn't figure out what happened, so he lost in confusion.
"Sir." A soldier came in anxiously and reported, "The messenger to Longchuan has returned. Longchuan has been captured by the Dongjiang Army."
Wow! Nima Chan stood up suddenly, knocked over all the teapots and teacups on the table, and said loudly: "How could it be like this? How could it be like this? Did they escape back, or didn't even enter the city?"
"Back to you, sir." The soldier bowed and said, "They approached Longchuan. They saw the flags changed at the top of the city and were chased by the enemy. They had no choice but to return."
Ah, ah, ah! Nima Chan closed his eyes in pain, raised his face to the sky, clenched his fists, and made a sound that sounded like lamentation and anger in his throat.
Although he sent a messenger on his way back to Yiju, he took a small road and it was still too late!
No need to ask anymore, the messenger was intercepted and returned, but no people escaped from Longchuan. The Longchuan defenders were probably wiped out.
Falling into the trap of Baelor Yue Tuo is already a capital crime, and even Bael Yue Tuo's body has been lost. How can he still survive?
He had gone through hundreds of battles and made many military exploits, but all of them were in vain. Nima Chan would never have imagined that he would fall into a seemingly simple and easy attack on the DPRK.
Sitting slumped in the chair, Nima Chan seemed to have aged several dozen years. It would be more accurate to say that he was sitting down, rather than that he was paralyzed.
The soldiers are also sad in their hearts, knowing that the life of the general is in danger. It is better to die on the battlefield than to be killed for a crime, but it can bring glory to his body and benefit his family.
"Send someone to report to King Khan urgently, requesting immediate reinforcements." Nima Chan's deep voice rang out, "Order the people in the city to prepare to defend the city."
"Yes." The soldier turned around and walked out. He really didn't want to see the general in such discomfort, and couldn't stand the extremely dull and depressing atmosphere in the room.
Nima Chan's judgment was still relatively correct. If he sent a message to Amin, he might be intercepted and killed on the way, and the water far away would not quench his thirst nearby.
Only reinforcements can be mobilized from Liaodong, and there are thousands of troops in Zhenjiang. They can come as soon as the Khan king gives the order.
Abandoning the city and fleeing, the only option was to return to Liaodong, but Nima Chan felt that he could never do it again.
It is a capital crime, why should he die in such an ugly way? If the enemy comes, he will come. He is even eager to fight to the end and die.
If Guo Dajing knew that Nima Chan had such thoughts, he would have said kindly, "As you wish" and "borrow your dog's head" to achieve another military exploit.
The Dongjiang Army that occupied Yongchuan only rested for a short time before they drove out of the city, divided their routes and advanced straight towards Uiju.
A lot of war horses were captured, and there were animals carrying supplies, and the marching speed was accelerated. However, the Dongjiang Army never had a large established cavalry unit. The reason was simple and they could not afford it.
War horses not only need grass, but also concentrated feed. Raising one cavalry is equivalent to raising three or five infantrymen. The Dongjiang Army can barely sustain food for its people, so how can it raise horses?
Usually, each island garrison has to figure out how to maintain as many troops as it can. In this way, the number cannot be increased and cannot be concentrated, and the role of the cavalry is greatly reduced.
However, the mobility of the Dongjiang Army is not very weak. This all depends on the endurance and feet of the soldiers, who can march for a long time, and can cross mountains and rivers.
In Guo Dajing's view, if they could eat better, the infantry's speed and durability could be improved. During the Long March, they averaged thirty-four kilometers a day, and there was a record of marching two hundred miles a day.
The potential is great, but you need to be well fed, or have a strong will like the Red Army. These two points alone were difficult to achieve in the ancient army.
Guo Dajing was observing and learning all the time. In the era of alternating hot and cold weapons, many things were not as imagined and speculated by later generations, and some valuable experiences were gained by the soldiers of the Dongjiang Army with fresh food and lives.
"If you carry food by yourself, it will last only ten and a half days at most." Liu Qishi and Guo Dajing walked side by side, carefully passing on their experience, "Usually they carry two liters, and each person brings his own."
After a pause, he added: "Of course, if a large army is dispatched, it is okay to bring more food and supplies, but the marching speed will definitely not be fast."
Guo Dajing understood. This was somewhat similar to the field army of later generations. For example, during the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, soldiers all brought their own dry food, which was about seven days' worth.
The Dongjiang Army mainly uses cold weapons, but with the load of armor, there are also restrictions on the food that can be carried with them.
The so-called "fried" is to stir-fry the whole grains, which is similar to the fried noodles of later generations. But the fried whole grains will certainly not add any supplements such as fat, salt, sugar, etc., and the calories will not be so sufficient.
"Since we are stationed on the island, what is the number of fishing?" Guo Dajing asked humbly: "If there are fish to eat, can it alleviate the food shortage?"
Liu Qishi shook his head slightly and said: "Brother, you are thinking too simply. Going out to sea to fish is dangerous, and you rarely return home with a full load. To alleviate the food crisis, it is far from enough!"
In ancient times, there were no weather forecasts or satellite navigation, and fishing at sea was a high-risk job. Who would be willing to fight against unpredictable winds and waves as long as they could survive?
Poor fishermen are both poor and hard-working, barely able to make ends meet. After working in a boat for a day, they may not catch a single fish. It is not at all like Guo Dajing thought. Once the net is caught, the fish will jump around and smile happily.
Guo Dajing smiled bitterly, knowing that he had thought too simply. If fishing was a fruitful harvest, how could others have thought of it if they were not fools?
Maybe you can hunt whales and catch one, which weighs a thousand pounds, right? Well, I can only think about it now. It’s not that easy. There seem to be very few whales in the East China Sea.
"Brother." Liu Qishi changed the topic and asked: "Have you decided which island you want? With his military exploits, Mao Shuai should let you choose at will, right?"
Guo Dajing stroked his forehead and said, "Guanglu Island is good, and so are the others. I can also accept the ocean island that Marshal Mao mentioned."
Ocean Island has less arable land and is 76 nautical miles away from Lushun. It is the farthest island in the Yellow Sea. However, it has a rare natural harbor - Taiping Bay. It is also one of the four major fishing grounds in my country and an important whaling base in my country.
As for the wind disaster, it actually refers to the typhoon. If the typhoon comes, not to mention the islands, even the coast will be affected. If you think about it, it won't be a big deal.
There is a good port, and merchant ships from the south can directly enter the port and berth; in the fishing ground, the probability of catching fish and the output are definitely much higher than in other places; if you can catch whales, you will not only have meat to eat, but you can also boil oil to make incendiary bombs and light oil lamps...
Well, Guanglu Island is still more attractive. Although being the island owner is just a transition, he also has higher goals and pursuits.
An island cannot provide him with the resources and manpower to defeat Jianlu. If he cannot accomplish this goal, there will be no eggs left in the nest, China will sink, and he, the owner of the island, cannot survive alone.
Of course, an island with good conditions would allow Guo Dajing to gain strength faster, better display his talents, and have more hope of saving himself, the Dongjiang Army, and China.
Come step by step!
Guo Dajing knows that no matter how good his ideas are, he may not be able to realize them, but if he has dreams and goals, he must persevere and work hard.
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The cold moonlight shrouded Yiju City like a white funeral cloth, and the city was also filled with gloom and mist.
After Nima Chan gave the order, he stayed behind closed doors. He did not reflect or hang himself, but drowned his sorrows in wine, letting his subordinates prepare and arrange things.
The Dongjiang Army advanced rapidly and rushed outside the city, launched a siege, and made preparations to attack the city.
Still following Guo Dajing's suggestion, he blasted all four gates together and entered the city as quickly as possible to disperse the defenders as much as possible.
In addition to the four city gates, the city wall that was blown open during the first attack on the city was also the focus of the attack. And here, it was also the focus of Jianlu's defense, which could contain a large number of defenders.
Although it was a four-door attack, there was still a main and secondary direction. The north and south faced each other. This was Guo Dajing's suggestion, and Mao Wenlong accepted it in full.
Guo Dajing was very touched by Mao Wenlong's trust. He guessed that this was Mao Wenlong's training and test for him to see whether he had the ability to lead the army in the war.