Saharian looked at his brother's pale face for a long time before he finally looked away with difficulty, got up and walked out of the tent.
Wakda was still panting, but it was not clear whether he was alive or dead. According to the professional terminology of later generations, he was still in a critical period.
If you only have a broken leg, even if it is seriously injured, as long as you receive quick treatment, the probability of survival is still very high.
But in ancient times, Jianlu's medical skills were already very poor, and they didn't know how to stop bleeding with a soldering iron. With the shaman's crude methods, it was a miracle that Wakda was still alive.
After walking out of the tent, the cold chill made Saharian's mind clearer. Looking up at the stars in the sky, he exhaled a long stream of thick white mist.
I'm afraid Port Arthur Fort can no longer be attacked. Saharian has already made this judgment, but has not yet made a final decision.
After Yue Tuo and Shuo Tuo died in battle, it was the first time for Sakhalian to lead his army on an expedition as a general. When he set out, he was high-spirited, but now he is depressed. The contrast was too great, making it difficult for Sakhalian to adapt at once.
But his mind was still clear. After thinking carefully, he felt that retreat should be the only correct choice.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Although they were deliberately gentle, the crunch of the snow was hard to cover up.
Sorno came over and lowered his head, too ashamed to face Sakhalian directly.
Saharian finally turned his gaze and looked at this trusted general. He did not blame him and said slowly: "Victory and defeat are common matters for military officers. The failure of the assault also shows that the enemy's firearms are sharp..."
Waving his hands vigorously, it seemed that he had left all his depression and worries behind. Sahalian said in a deep voice: "I am planning to withdraw my troops tomorrow. What do you think?"
Sorno raised his head suddenly and wanted to object angrily, but seeing Saharian's gloomy and depressed expression, he opened his mouth and could only sigh softly.
After Saharian asked, he was not in a hurry to answer. He put his hands behind his back and looked up slightly, looking at the night sky and the stars in the night sky.
Sorno actually has some brains. After getting excited, he calmly thought about it and finally said: "The general believes that withdrawing the troops is actually the best strategy."
Saharian said "hmm" but didn't even move his head. He was obviously not satisfied with the answer, or he was waiting for Sorno to give his reason.
Sorno continued: "When we attacked today, we found that the enemy's firepower was too strong and the fortifications were complete. It was obviously not a day's work. It is not an exaggeration to say that it had been planned for a long time."
"Moreover, the attacking troops suffered heavy losses and did not even get close to the city wall. The enemy's strength seems to be sufficient, but the casualties are very light. If we continue to fight like this, the gains outweigh the losses."
"Furthermore, our army is not adapted to the enemy's fighting style. It is not appropriate to attack forcefully before finding an effective way to deal with it; we do not carry much food and grass, and the food road is too long. As time goes by, things may change..."
Sahanlian finally nodded, his eyes softened, he looked at Sorno and said, "That's right, this is exactly what Ben Beile is worried about."
Sighing heavily, Saharian turned his head to look in the direction of Port Arthur Fort and said in a deep voice: "I didn't expect the Dongjiang Army to have such a strong combat power. No, it was their sharp firearms and their large numbers that made me
The army was defeated. Even so, it is still difficult to defeat our Dajin Iron Cavalry in the field. If we let them run rampant for a while, sooner or later they will be killed."
In fact, Sakhalian had another reason for withdrawing his troops. Sorno may also know it, but he cannot clearly say it.
The strength of the two red flags cannot be lost too much. This is what Daishan told Sahalian. Of course, he never dreamed that a small Lushun Fort would be so difficult to attack.
Although Amin suffered losses when he attacked North Korea, the Dongjiang Army also suffered heavy losses, and the Tieshan base on land was also lost.
Although there were subsequent attacks on Yishanyi and Xiuyan areas, Jianlu did not think that sneak attacks were a big deal and still had great confidence in his strong combat power.
Therefore, when Dai Shan ordered the main force of the two red flags to go into battle, he did not think about the possibility of failure. In his opinion, even if the entire Dongjiang Army was mobilized, they would not be an opponent.
Saharian also lacked understanding of the defense facilities and weapons and equipment of Fort Arthur. As the new flag owner of the red flag, he was full of ideas of meritorious service, which convinced the soldiers of the red flag.
But the ideal is full and the reality is cruel.
Saharian sent six Niulu troops in his first attack. Thinking of winning in one fell swoop, he pushed straight to the city and then attacked the city.
Not to mention hitting the city walls, they couldn't even break through the ground positions. The soldiers acted bravely, but the more fierce they were, the more they died.
If I had not wisely issued the order to withdraw the troops, I am afraid that all of the 1,800 people in the Six Niulu would have died in the battle.
But even so, the death and injury of one thousand, two, three hundred people was enough to make Saharian feel unstoppable heartache.
The key point is that with such a large number of casualties, little progress or results have been achieved. If they can advance to the city, Saharian will continue to fight, and there is great hope of capturing Port Arthur Fort.
But the current results have made Saharian lose confidence in attacking.
Just as Li Weiluan said, the fight was too fierce and the firepower was full, which frightened Jianlu.
Guo Dajing did not expect this. In Ningyuan and Jinzhou, Jianlu attacked again and again. Although the firepower of Ningyuan and Jinzhou was far less than that of Lushun Fort, it was still surprising that Jianlu was so cowardly.
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The rising sun leapt into the sky, dyeing the entire sea with beautiful colors. Countless sails appeared on the sea, and they landed on the tidal flat more than ten miles wide to the west of Shiheyi Station and spread out busily.
Flat-bottomed boats and small boats shuttled back and forth, transporting personnel and supplies. The soldiers quickly gathered on the shore, hauling equipment, and headed towards the predetermined location under the leadership of the officers.
The most important supplies are ammunition. The Fran cannon, which weighs only a few hundred kilograms, is relatively heavy, while the light projectile weighs only more than a hundred kilograms.
This is the benefit of long-planned planning. Enough food and a lot of equipment and materials are secretly stored in several hidden caves in Xiaoheishan, which greatly saves the time of landing and transportation.
Jianlu would never have dreamed that there would be such an operation, hiding food, grass, supplies, weapons and equipment for combat somewhere they passed.
These operations were all carried out by the headquarters led by Guo Dajing, in order to maintain maximum confidentiality.
The cavalry led by Liu Xingzuo and Liu Qishi were the last to land on land. At this time, the sun had set and dusk was approaching.
The 600 cavalrymen from Guanglu Island and Lushun Fort were dispatched and became part of the 9,000 men and horses that blocked Jianlu.
This is the first opportunity for the new cavalry to actually fight after more than half a year of training. Perhaps they may not necessarily go into battle, but Liu Xingzuo and Liu Qishi are full of expectations.
Each team of two hundred cavalry was led by Liu Xingzuo, Liu Qishi, and Fan Dalin of Lushun Fort. They were fully equipped and had high morale.
"A certain person is stationed at Shihe Post, so you have to work harder and camp in the wild." Liu Xingzuo raised his whip on his horse and said, "If Liaoyang comes to build captives, we will see how many of them we have and act according to the plan."
The nine thousand men and horses led by Guo Dajing not only have to stop the retreating Jianlu, but also guard against the enemies coming from Liaoyang. The few who are small may be the grain escort team, so wait for the opportunity to eliminate them; if they are large reinforcements, they must be on both sides of Xiaoheishan.
Block. Valley
The troops led by Liu Xingzuo were not only the 600 cavalry, but also a thousand infantry. They set up roadblocks on the road and intercepted them layer by layer.
Fan Dalin and Liu Qishi nodded in agreement, and each led their troops to the designated location.
Liu Xingzuo was proficient in Manchu, so he and his men wanted to disguise themselves as Jianlu and wait at Shihe Post. Jianlu's messenger would die when he arrived and could not report the news to Liaoyang.
Liu Qishi led the cavalry team to march under the afterglow of the setting sun and set up camp in an abandoned village three miles away from Shiheyi.
Jianlu abandoned the defense along the coast, and the four southern Liao guards only defended Haizhou. However, before abandoning the defense, the people were either relocated or massacred. Guo Dajing was one of the forcibly relocated Liao people.
The Four Guards in southern Liaoning were originally rich in products and were "also known as Wo Rao" and "were the first fertile land in Liaoyang, where all our grain and grass were stationed." Before Jianlu rebelled against the Ming Dynasty, the grain and grass supplies in Liaodong "were all taken to Jin Fuhai Gai"
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But after the war, especially Liu Xingzuo's rebellion against Jin Guiming, the old slave became angry and massacred thousands of Liao people from the four guards.
Up to now, this fertile land has been devastated and desolate, leaving only abandoned villages everywhere, a desolate and desolate place.
Although the village was abandoned, there were still shabby houses to protect it from the wind and snow. Even if the tents were set up, it would be enough for the two hundred cavalry to be temporarily stationed.
The bonfire was lit, and the soldiers brought hot water. Liu Qishi took a few sips, then took out the dog-leg knife given to him by Guo Dajing, and started playing with it fondly.
Under the light of the fire, the pattern on the dog-leg knife has a magical feeling. The blade is extremely sharp, and the heavy and recurved shape shows a sturdy atmosphere.
With a gentle wave, Liu Qishi cut off a branch. Feeling the resistance that he barely felt, he opened his mouth widely.
"Brother, be more careful." Guo Dajing only said this simple thing when he presented the knife to him.
But Liu Qishi could feel the deep friendship in the eyes of his sworn brother. He also knew that this knife was unique and had always been a self-defense weapon worn by Guo Dajing.
"What a good knife!" Liu Qishi let out a sigh of relief and looked at it carefully for a while, as if he could see his brother in this knife.
After dinner, Liu Qishi patrolled the camp as usual, taking only two soldiers with him to walk around the abandoned village.
Both the open and covert posts were carefully arranged. Even with Xiaoheishan in the south and Shiheyi in the north, Liu Qishi still did not relax at all.
With telescopes and lookout posts at high places, one can see the fire signals from Shiheyi and Fan Dalin's headquarters.
Liu Qishi inspected the area very carefully and even saw the condition of the horses before he walked to his residence with confidence.
Passing by a mostly collapsed house, Liu Qishi saw flashes of fire and heard slight sobbing, and couldn't help but stop.
Before he could go in to investigate, a bearded soldier came out from behind the ruins, holding a torch in one hand and a toy that looked like a clay tiger in the other.
The color on the clay tiger has been mottled and difficult to distinguish, and is even somewhat damaged, showing the wind, frost, snow and rain it has experienced.
"Sir." The bearded soldier saw Liu Qishi and quickly bowed and saluted.
Liu Qishi knew this soldier, his name was Chen Zhongyu. He trained extremely hard, and it didn't hurt when he fell off his horse. He had a beard, usually had a big grin on his face, and he was also very bold and reckless.
Unexpectedly, this bearded guy who dislocated his arm and grinned forcefully would shed tears.
After opening his mouth, Liu Qishi did not ask, but nodded and said, "Go to rest early!"
The man didn't shed tears easily, but he didn't feel sad yet. Looking at Chen Zhongyu's leaving figure, Liu Qishi sighed silently.
This collapsed house may contain Chen Zhongyu's joys and sorrows, and the clay tiger also carries his painful memories.
And in the army, if there is no story behind any soldier, it will not be so sweet and heartwarming, or even too miserable to tell.
Even if you just serve as a soldier to earn money and food, you still have to support your family and your relatives who can't live a good life in Liaodong because of the ravages of the rebels.
Like Chen Zhongyu, who smiles on the outside but is filled with the pain of bereavement and wants to burst out with hatred, his brother Guo Dajing should be the best example, right?
Liu Qishi smiled bitterly and shook his head. So what if he was the same? Although he was a Jurchen, he still had a deep hatred for Jianlu.
In this life, well, fighting on the battlefield, one year is a lifetime, ten years is a lifetime, or even a few months, it may be a lifetime.
Liu Qishi returned to his residence and couldn't fall asleep for a long time after lying down.
Apart from killing Jianlu, apart from revenge, he seemed to find no other motivation to live, which made him feel lonely and lonely at times.
But now, he has brothers. Although there are two, there is only one who is truly better than his brothers, and that is Guo Dajing.
Accompanying his brother along the way and watching him grow step by step, Liu Qishi admires and feels pleased at the same time.
He didn't know how high his brother could reach, but he firmly believed that Guo Dajing would make it difficult for him to reach his level and achieve achievements that he couldn't even imagine.
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Guo Dajing didn't know that his eldest brother would think so highly of him and think of him because of little things.
At this time, with Xiaoheishan as the center, roadblocks were set up and blocking positions were set up along the avenues ten miles north and south.
Although the fortifications have not yet been completed, even if Jianlu arrives now, it will not be easy to break through the blockade.
As long as it can hinder the impact of Jianlu's iron cavalry and the speed of infantry charge, thousands of muskets and dozens of Fran cannons can teach Jianlu how to behave.
It was already dark, and Guo Dajing still had no rest and was directing the troops to build fortifications and add obstacles.
Not all the troops, but were taking turns to rest. Everyone was exhausted, and they were just about to catch up with Jianlu coming to kill them.
"When we set up camp on the road, no matter how many troops there are, it will be difficult to overcome it." Hide Fujino accompanied Guo Dajing and said with a smile: "I remember Ma Di lost his street pavilion in "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", but he didn't listen to Zhuge Liang, right?"
Guo Dajing chuckled and said: "We cannot generalize about the irregularity of military forces. In North Korea, we all rely on mountains for defense, so it is very advantageous to be condescending."
As he said that, he pointed forward and continued: "The interceptions at each level not only consume the Jianlu troops, but also weaken the enemy's energy. By the time the Jianlu attack reaches here, they will almost be at the end of their war effort."