Guo Dajing observed for a long time and confirmed that there were more than a hundred soldiers stationed in the fort, responsible for communication and providing early warning to Liaoyang City.
This was similar to the confession obtained during the interrogation of the prisoner. He couldn't help but sneer at the corner of his mouth.
Whether it was sneaking in to attack or luring the enemy into an ambush, Guo Dajing believed that he was quite sure. But the cleanest and most efficient way was to sneak in to attack and occupy Anshan Station.
During the continuous march, the commandos also need to rest and adjust, even if it is only for one day. If they can eat hot soup and rice and have a good sleep, most of their physical strength will be restored.
And such conditions are all available in Anshan Yi.
Guo Dajing had a rough attack plan in mind, climbed down the tree trunk, took two soldiers back to the commando's hiding place, and immediately made arrangements.
The commando team is now hiding at the South Beacon Tower, five miles away from Anshan Station. Several Jianlu were attacked, killed or captured by Guo Dajing and others in disguise.
"A certain person led two hundred people, bypassed Anshan Post, and first captured the North Beacon Tower, then sneaked in from the northeast gate and attacked and killed the prisoners inside the fort."
"Liu Xingzhi led a hundred men to set up an ambush outside the Southwest Gate to intercept the fleeing enemies."
The two fort gates are blocked together, and even if there are some fish that slip through the net, they cannot escape the interception and ambush of the snagging ropes and crossbow arrows.
The two hundred people who made a surprise attack on Anshan Post were led by officers such as Guo Dajing and Liu Qishi. They sneaked in from the northeast gate to attack and kill. At the same time, they also blocked the road for the Jianlu captives to escape towards Liaoyang.
After Guo Dajing assigned the large task, he drew a schematic diagram on the ground with a tree branch and gave more detailed instructions to Liu Qishi and others on how to proceed when entering the fort.
The fort is not big, so it is impossible not to alert the Jianlu at all after successfully infiltrating it. However, if they are prepared for attack but not prepared, and the group is against the scattered group, the advantage is still on the side of the commando team.
The sword and shield bearers and crossbowmen formed a team to fight in a relatively narrow space, which was similar to a street fight. Guo Dajing had already prepared for it and had conducted corresponding training.
"Hurry up and eat and rest. We will start taking action in an hour." Guo Dajing glanced at everyone, his voice was low and majestic.
"Yes!" All the officers bowed and saluted, followed the order and left.
Lao Yaotou and Yao Xin were given bread and water again. The dry food remained the same for several days, except for the occasional addition of dried fish. But for them, it was already hard to get satisfaction.
In addition to the grandfather and grandson, seven or eight other Liao civilians were detained and detained on the way.
One of them, a father and son named Han, were very familiar with the surrounding areas of Liaoyang and had a good impression of the Dongjiang Army. They had been serving as guides for two days and were of great help to the commando team.
"It seems like there's going to be a war." Yao Xin ate the cake with relish and whispered to his grandfather: "Look at how busy they are, their faces are tense."
Old Yao Boss hummed softly and said, "It must be Anshan Posthouse, just a few miles away."
Yao Xin was silent for a long time and said: "When they let us go home, ask them for more cakes. Didn't they say we would be rewarded?"
Old Yao glanced at his granddaughter, flashing a look of love and guilt, and sighed silently.
The Dongjiang Army does not kill people indiscriminately, which has been completely proven these days. Otherwise, why would they rather bother themselves and provide food and drink with all these burdens?
And home? Is it that thatched house that is both ventilated and leaky? There is a little warmth and a little miss.
Old Yaotou opened his mouth, wanting to discuss it with his granddaughter, but felt it was too early, so he swallowed his words again.
There were also reasons for hesitation. Although Guo Dajing casually asked the shaved Liao people what they thought, he did not directly extend the invitation.
Old Yaotou and his granddaughter are not the strong men that the Dongjiang Army needs most. They may just be burdens that can only be eaten but cannot be used to do anything.
Liu Qishi walked over and said a few words to the soldiers who were guarding the people. His eyes just glanced at Yao's grandfather and grandson, and then he left with long strides.
Yao Xin curled his lips, lowered his head and continued to eat the cake, still a little worried in his heart.
The weather in early summer is already showing heat, but the nights are still relatively cool. The faint moonlight shines down, making all the scenery hazy, as if covered with a layer of gauze.
Guo Dajing led his troops, led by his guide, through the mountains and forests, bypassing Anshan Station, and sneaked closer to the North Beacon Tower.
As a precaution, the Han father and son were separated.
Han Shantong, a half-grown boy, has completely lost his anxiety and fear, but he always shows envy. He is even bolder enough to dare to talk to Guo Dajing, Liu Qishi and others.
It is understandable that at this age, it is the time to worship heroes and yearn for the might of soldiers. The same is true for Guo Dajing in later generations.
Putting on armor and looking majestic; wielding swords and guns, no longer being bullied, and taking revenge on Jianlu. This was probably Han Shantong's childish idea.
But regardless of whether he is naive or not, Han Shantong is very courageous.
Perhaps, this is also a sad feature of that era. Dead people are very common, including people who freeze to death and starve to death on the roadside, and civilians who are massacred in wars. People's psychological resistance to blood and corpses is very strong.
Not to mention that Han Shantong was a young man, even that girl Yao Xin recovered quickly after seeing the Jianlu killed by the commando. She ate and drank when she should, instead of being so frightened that she lost her mind and trembled.
"You brat, don't worry about holding the knife all the time." Liu Qishi took a liking to Han Shantong and gave him dried fish to chew as a snack. He smiled and touched the brat's head and said, "When you get older,
, I will give you this knife."
"Really?" Han Shantong's eyes lit up, dried fish was exposed in his mouth, and his saliva flowed out.
Liu Qishi grinned and nodded repeatedly, "Really, really, I never lie to people." As he said that, he turned around and walked a few steps quickly, muttering to himself: Isn't this brat stupid?
Guo Dajing and Han Zhong walked at the front. From time to time, he raised the sight covered by his sleeve to observe the movement ahead.
Han Zhong has big hands and feet, and he can walk in the mountains and forests as if he were walking on the ground. He was born as a hunter and is very different from ordinary people.
Guo Dajing's eyes showed admiration from time to time, thinking that Han Zhong had the potential to become a scout, well, Ye Bushou. Of course, judging from himself, he was still a little behind.
Both of them are taciturn. As the vanguard, they cannot walk while chatting. They have a heavy responsibility, and the concealment and safety of the troops behind them depend on their exploration!
After walking through the mountains and forests for about an hour, I finally saw the outline of the beacon tower and the faint lights from a distance.
Guo Dajing raised his hand to signal Han Zhong to stop, and when the troops came up, he led a dozen elite soldiers and walked towards the beacon tower.
Han Zhong watched a dozen figures disappear into the night, then sat on a stone and slowly ate the cake in his hand.
These Dongjiang troops were all elite and extremely courageous. They even dared to go deep into the borders of Liaoyang to attack the fortress and kill people. Especially the leader, General Guo, even Han Zhong, an old mountain man, had to admire him.
The child has grown up, and it's time to risk his life and avenge you.
Han Zhong narrowed his eyes and recalled the tragic scene of his wife and mother dying under Jianlu's sword. His hands slowly clenched into fists, and he didn't even notice the crumbs of the cake falling to the ground.
The five prisoners of the beacon tower were quickly eliminated, three died and two were captured. The result was as expected, and Guo Dajing was satisfied.
Next, it was time to reach Anshan Posthouse. Guo Dajing stood on the beacon tower and looked at the fortress five miles away. He was not nervous, but he breathed a long sigh of relief.
Even if you use mines to blow open the fort gate and start a fight with the Jianlu, there is basically no doubt about victory.
In other words, this infiltration attack has been successful and the goal has been achieved. It is just a matter of the size of the results and the number of casualties.
The moon hid in the clouds, and without the moonlight, Guo Dajing's face also darkened. He strode down the beacon tower, waved violently at the troops who were waiting in formation, and rushed towards Anshan Post.
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The Anshan Inn at night looks like an ink painting, with city walls, mountains, and forests, all in black and white, but with different shades of strokes.
"Sir." A soldier approached Liu Xingzhi and reported in a low voice: "Both Jianlu messengers were intercepted and killed."
Liu Xingzhi nodded lightly and gave a brief instruction: "Continue to be on strict guard and don't let down your guard."
"Yes." The soldier slowly retreated and went back to convey the message to the officer of the unit.
Liu Xingzhi continued to look at the fortress, estimating the time, feeling a little anxious.
Guo Dajing's rise was too short. In just a few months, he rose from a small banner to a guerrilla general. Although he had a record that was astounding to others, many people were unconvinced and thought it was just good luck.
Liu Xingzhi also had this thought when he was summoned by his brother.
Moreover, neither he nor his brother Liu Xingzuo could compare with Guo Dajing in terms of time and qualifications in the army. However, they had to succumb to Guo Dajing, so naturally they felt a little dissatisfied and resentful.
Liu Xingzuo also saw his brother's thoughts from his words, and immediately reprimanded him severely and even wanted to drive him away.
Liu Xingzhi did not expect that his brother would lose such a temper. He quickly relented, although it was not out of his heart.
But in subsequent contacts, Liu Xingzhi's perception of Guo Dajing gradually changed.
Coupled with what Liu Xingzuo said about Guo Dajing's heroic performance in the war to aid Korea, as well as the many weapons and tactics that improved the army's combat effectiveness, Liu Xingzhi also had to admit that Guo Dajing was not lucky, but relied on his true ability.
Especially during the training process, Guo Dajing personally led the team and demonstrated in person. Everything was so superior that Liu Xingzhi had to be convinced.
In terms of intelligence and knowledge, Liu Xingzhi felt inferior to him; in martial arts and physical strength, Liu Xingzhi had to admit that Guo Dajing could defeat him twice.
There's nothing you can do about it. You have to be able to resist even if you don't accept it. You can't compare to others. If you're just a tough talker, you'll find it boring.
Only then did Liu Xingzhi understand his brother.
It was precisely because of Guo Dajing that his brother and he had room to perform and no longer had to sit on the bench. Being under Guo Dajing was undoubtedly the best opportunity to make contributions.
Liu Xingzhi also understands the principle that a rising tide lifts all boats. Don't be jealous of Guo Dajing's high official position. Regardless of his good future and great development potential, his subordinates will also be promoted accordingly.
When he is promoted to the rank of general, his brother will be promoted to guerrilla, and he will also become the commander-in-chief due to his merits, right?
Liu Xingzhi's free thoughts were interrupted by the sudden cry of killing in the fortress. He refreshed his mind, listened carefully and confirmed, then led his troops and charged towards the southwest fort gate.
Inside the fort, the fighting finally turned from assassination to sneak attack. Jianlu woke up from his sleep. He didn't have time to put on his armor, so he rushed out to fight with weapons in hand.
What they faced was a ruthless attack by a team of twenty men. The swordsmen and shieldmen were in front to cover, and the crossbowmen were shooting from behind, knocking each prisoner to the ground.
Garibu, the officer stationed at Anshan Station, led a dozen Jianlu soldiers, held up shields and soldiers, and charged forward with howls. He never dreamed that he would be attacked by the enemy at Anshan Station, and it was indeed in his sweet dream.
Awakened.
Where are the soldiers on night watch? Why didn't even a warning be given when the enemy had already rushed in? Ghalib didn't think that he sent few men, nor did he think that he was not vigilant enough.
Unfortunately, the night guard Jianlu, whom he resented and even wanted to be severely punished, had been attacked and killed by Guo Dajing and Liu Qishi, and turned into a cold corpse.
Before the enemy in front of them launched an attack, a bunch of arrows were fired from the diagonal thrusts. Another group of enemies appeared, advancing forward while firing waves of crossbow arrows.
"Kill, charge forward." Garibu howled, using his shield to cover himself, trying to get close to the enemy and use his good hand-to-hand combat.
Arrows were also fired from the front, attacking Jianlu from both sides. Jianlu was hit by arrows and fell to the ground, screaming and cursing.
"Squat down and shoot the legs!" Lu Zhonggui gave a loud command. The sword and shield hand immediately squatted half down, and the crossbowman pressed the crossbow down from a standing position and fired a row of crossbow arrows.
Although the training was short, it was extremely targeted. This kind of fortress attack drill was naturally the focus. The team of twenty people ate, marched, and trained together, and finally had faster reactions and better cooperation.
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Several Jianlu were hit by arrows in their legs and feet and fell to the ground, suppressed by Garibu's charging momentum.
"Ah -" Garibu's roar turned into a scream, and a crossbow arrow silently shot out, hitting him right in the face.
Guo Dajing drew the arrow and quickly aimed at the next Jianlu.
He used a crossbow to snipe the night sentry, climbed the fort and sneaked in. He lowered the rope to lead the commandos into the fort, opened the fort door, and continued to wander around the fort wall.
The fort was very small and he was in a commanding position. Except for some areas in the middle that were out of range, the rest of the area was within his sniper range.
Using the power of the hunting crossbow and the accuracy of the sight, Guo Dajing had killed and wounded at least fifteen or sixteen enemies.
Bang! After the slight sound of the crossbow string, the crossbow arrows shot out like lightning. A prisoner fifty or sixty meters away screamed and fell from the roof.
The southwestern fort gate was opened, and Liu Xingzhi led his men in, giving the final blow to the struggling prisoners.
Regardless of the strength of troops, equipment, targeted training, and sneak attacks, it is only a matter of time before the rebels in Anshan Station are annihilated.
Although the commando team also suffered casualties, they fought with more and less, and they used a strict team to fight against fragmentation and chaos. The casualty ratio was almost ten to one.
Of course, Guo Dajing killed and wounded nearly twenty of them, which played a huge role in the victory of one against ten.