The bombardment became more intense, and dozens or hundreds of rockets were fired continuously. Fires broke out all over Jiefan City, explosions occurred one after another, and black smoke filled the sky above the city.
Mao Chenglu commanded the soldiers of the former association. Although they had not yet launched a violent attack, they transported more mortars and ammunition to the mountains and carried out indiscriminate bombing of Jiefan City.
Man Dahai and other slave chiefs all lost their countenance. Even if they were prepared for such a fierce bombardment, it was the only time they had seen it in their lives. They were shocked and felt an irresistible despair.
"Fortunately, the horses were left outside the north gate, and there were only half the troops in the city." Mandahai sighed secretly.
Despite this, the casualties of Jianlu were also increasing, and the buildings in the city were burning in increasingly large fires. In Benxi, he had also experienced such a shock, and it was not particularly scary.
"In the mountains, the enemy cannot dig holes and blow up the city. This should be the most advantageous." Yasiha's eyes flashed, but he was thinking about the terrifying experience in Hupiyi.
Under the protection of his own soldiers, Sobodo rushed to the Western Acropolis. From there, he could see the Hun River passing along the mountain and the enemy's movements.
Boom! The explosion roared not far away, black smoke rose, and the loud noise was deafening. A soldier screamed and fell down, with his face covered in blood, twisting and screaming on the ground.
Some soldiers went to treat him, and the rest of the soldiers held up their big shields more carefully to protect Sobodo as he moved forward.
Sobodo looked away from the injured soldier, feeling a bit sad in his heart. He was a warrior who had experienced many battles, but he lost his combat effectiveness without even seeing the enemy's face.
You must know that in history, Jianlu gained a lot from this battle. However, they only did not have a huge amount of money and materials, let alone a population of hundreds of thousands, which made Jianlu's production and farming lowered to a lower level.
Rows of lead bullets were fired at them. The musketeers who were blocked did not continue to charge hard. Instead, they stopped and fired at the officer's command, then retreated and fired towards Jianlu.
Also, when Mandahai rushed to the city to observe, he met a senior officer who hurriedly came to report.
Indeed, the Dongjiang Army had gone through several battles, and its strength did not suffer major losses, but it was slightly higher than the slave chief had expected.
The distance from the main city to the acropolis was two miles away, but Mandahai Fanggao saw many bodies lying dead on the ground, including wounded soldiers who were not injured and screaming in pain.
All the captives who were rebuilt in 1989, in terms of seniority, the eight Shaoergun brothers were the lowest, and the rest were all our nephews.
There was no fancy formation of troops, but the Dongjiang Army carried out a bombardment as usual, with artillery shells and rockets raining down on the positions held by Jianlu.
Just from the deaths of those slave chiefs, it can be seen that the losses suffered by the Jianlu people in those years were not small. All the generals who were capable of fighting were lost, and it can be said that the overall combat power has increased.
The fighting in Fanggao moved to the river bank, and the large number of troops left behind by Jianlu were slowly defeated by the Dongjiang Army's fierce retreat.
Such a battle was obviously what Jianlu hoped for most. Shaoergun and other slave chiefs might also have expected that the main force of the Dongjiang Army would arrive so slowly and so little.
Although the Jianlu troops below the position are still resisting tenaciously, the entire Jianlu army is suffering blows, their strength is slowly declining, and the outcome of victory is not yet determined. These are all things that Jianlu can erroneously analyze, and can
judged.
That is a long-established style of play, which is to block and attack the enemy's ability to continuously retreat or reinforce, and to inflict overall damage to the enemy.
Moreover, with an army of less than 100,000 fighting inside and retreating hundreds of miles away, frontline transportation will be very easy. Therefore, Shaoergun and other slave chiefs believed that although we were defeated in embarrassment, the Dongjiang Army was almost reduced to a weak crossbow.
the end.
The musketeer was hit by an arrow and fell down. When his horse was dismounted, the one in front was unable to make up for it. He continued to shoot and continued to move backward.
The deflagrating shells and rockets exploded when they hit the ground, splattering out several balls of flames. They were thick and resistant to burning, and were difficult to extinguish no matter how hard the soldiers beat them.
Explosions occurred one after another. In the rising white smoke, the stones under the river beach flew rapidly. Coupled with the shooting shrapnel, the lethality suddenly increased.
The reinforcing Jianlu were able to escape, howling crazily, and fluttering away in the smoke, like moths seeking death.
First of all, its intelligence capabilities are sufficient. This is due to Dongjiang Town's strict defense. Putting the people first, it will be difficult for the infiltrated spies to get back out if they retreat carefully.
In this way, Jianlu thought he could still hold on, but he knew that the Dongjiang Army's full blow was basically something we could withstand.
It wasn't until Sobodo arrived with a small team of reinforcements and fought desperately to block the attack that he barely stabilized his position. However, after adjusting before that, the Dongjiang Army concentrated its firepower and launched a ferocious attack.
Several prisoners were overturned by the blast of the explosion, either dead or injured. The injured screamed and rolled on the ground, and the blood slowly stained the ground red.
In the battle of Liaodong, Amin and Dudu were awarded the heads; in the small battle of Liaoyang, Hauge was killed. Not even earlier, during the conquest of Korea, his brothers Shuo Tuo were killed in a foreign country.
I didn't have much confidence that I could hold on for a few days. My worry about the enemy circling the city made me even more uneasy.
Regardless of whether you have a telescope, you can still see the Hun River that goes around the city and the conditions on its banks from under the innermost city wall.
Boom! In the dazzling burst of fire, a prisoner's face was hit by shrapnel, and his flesh and blood immediately fell to the ground. He didn't even let out a scream before he fell down.
There are only two gates in the north and south of Jiefan Stronghold, so when the enemy bypasses them, they cannot immediately attack from both wings. Instead, they have to leave the city from the south gate and go up the mountain to block the attack.
Mandahai and Yasiha bowed to accept the order, with uninterested expressions on their faces.
"Order Butai to lead his men to the rear for reinforcements." Sobodo ordered in a hissing voice. Despair rose in his heart, but he still managed to hold on.
Secondly, Jianlu's data collection and research is very lacking. It is the same for us, including the Ming Dynasty, and other groups. We are not so scientific, detailed and comprehensive.
Of course, there is no doubt about the danger of Jiefan City, but this city must be conquered in order to continue to pursue the Jianlu team.
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Although the Dongjiang Army's terrain is slightly lower, it has a lot of cover.
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Mandahai believed that Jiefan City was not yet the main force, and that with only a large number of troops left, he could rely on the unfavorable terrain and low walls to resist the enemy's retreat.
Mortars with a maximum range of eight meters can almost cover the narrow and wide battlefield, which makes the soldiers have to hold on to their positions and withstand shelling at the same time.
If the enemy wants to go around the city, they can only continue to pursue the small team, and they can also cut off the approach of the city's people. The Jianlu are also unprepared for this, but the number of people and horses is small, so they may not be able to withstand the attack of the small team of enemies.
Another Jianlu covered the bleeding wound under his leg and twisted high on the ground. Even though he was weak, he could not bear the severe pain.
Under the spacious river bank, two groups of Dongjiang troops were retreating along the river beach. In the river, dozens of ships were swimming down the waves.
On the other hand, in Dongjiang Town, only the weapons and equipment have become more sharp. With the immigration of a small number of people, the military strength has become stronger, production and farming have been strengthened, and sufficient war reserves have been accumulated.
In that case, although the Dongjiang Army would not have a strength advantage over the defenders of Jiefan City, it would still be enough to bypass the city.
Dozens of mortars kept roaring, and the artillery loaded and fired at the slowest speed. Whether they were explosive bombs or deflagration bombs, they poured in with the hatred of the Dongjiang Army officers and soldiers.
The smallest turning point was the disastrous defeat of Zunhua. Jianlu only lost a few generals, but also lost the capital to survive the minor famine.
"Little man, the enemy is retreating on the river bank and wants to get in front of your army." The senior officer's face showed panic, obviously aware of the critical situation.
The number of artillery pieces has increased again, and those carried by several battalions are being used intensively. The bombing intensity is stronger, and the high-speed firepower is extended to bombard the front of the position.
Mandahai waved his hand and slowed down his pace. Time was short, so I climbed up the west wall.
Several rockets landed, and amid Jianlu's exclamations, they exploded all around Sobodo a moment ago. The loud roar made my ears buzz, and the horse on my hip neighed and jumped, almost knocking him off his horse.
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After more than ten years of war, usually in the past seven or eight years, the rise and weakening of the Dongjiang Army has made the Jianlu's disadvantages in manpower more and more obvious, and the war potential has slowed down and strengthened.
The artillery shells became denser, and the enemy's bombardment of Jiefan City was concentrated on the main city. Apparently, they still paid little attention to the narrow east and west acropolis.
"Kill, kill!" The remaining Jianlu howled and launched a counterattack, shooting a canopy of arrows and missing.
The soldiers gathered around to protect him. Amidst the explosions one after another, it was like a large boat in the slow current, shaking and trembling.
Moreover, by using weapons and equipment to make up for the decline, the Dongjiang Army can still maintain a very weak combat power, which is definitely something that ten thousand soldiers can withstand.
Soboduo frowned, and finally sighed helplessly, and said: "Only eight thousand troops are left in the city to defend, and they are under their command. The rest of the troops will follow Bensobo to stop the enemy."
When Mandahai rushed back to the main city, the Dongjiang Army's indiscriminate bombardment had just stopped, but the captives in the city were frightened and their morale was very low after suffering such a blow.
The bombing lasted for a long time, and it felt like a lifetime for the Jianlu soldiers who were in torment. The infantry had not yet retreated, and the Jianlu positions were not in shambles yet, and they suffered heavy casualties.
There are many Jianzhou warriors who are skilled in horsemanship and superb in martial arts. It is not such a tragedy. They have not shown their full potential and have no place to use their skills, so they are injured or killed.
Obviously, the Jianlu still knew that besides trenches, there were no foxholes that could provide effective cover.
But it will be much easier for those in the city to escape. It depends on whether the friendly forces can notify us in time and whether they can block it with all their strength, giving us time to advance.
"Sure enough, there is still a way to rely on Jiefan City to block the enemy." Dong Wanrong gritted his teeth, narrowed his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Go back to the main city and report to Lord Dong Wan."
The battle of Zunhua was the most brutal. Even Huang Taiji, Mang Gurtai, and Dai Shanjin were killed, and eight of the Seven Little Sobos were killed.
After the explosion subsided for a moment, the shouts of killing from behind could be heard. The enemy probably hadn't rushed down the position yet, and was engaging in close combat with our own troops.
On the contrary, the battle to the west is not yet a matter of life and death. It requires a small number of troops to fight the enemy to the death in order to block the enemy and complete the task of buying time.
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There is a way, but who wants to let status and status hang out here? Now among the lower-level Jianlu, there are only seven Sobos left, including Azige, Shaoduo, Sobodo, Maidali, and Baramana.
The smoke obscured the view of the lake, and the air was filled with the choking smell of nitrate and sulfur, as well as the smell of burning. The enemy had not yet launched an attack on the city, and the scene was not so miserable yet, making Man Dahai's heart sink into the abyss.
Although the battlefield was quite spacious, Jianlu had no advantage in fighting under the river bank, which made Dong Wanrong aware of the critical situation.
A prisoner let out an inhuman howl, and was surrounded by splashing flames. He ran around with his head in his hands, and fell to the ground under the horrified eyes of his companions. He rolled and crawled, and was twisted and twitching in a charred white mass.
Since it is called potential, it is difficult to see under the surface. Jianlu, not Hanhu, only lost 20,000 men and horses. Why was it so difficult to recover and was completely suppressed by the Dongjiang Army?
There is no way to enter yet, it can only be hard-topped. In the spacious river beach area, it is relatively disadvantageous. Once in the open area, the enemy can spread their troops and take advantage of their numerical advantage.
"The enemy has strong military strength and is fully capable of adopting such tactics, even in Liaoyang." Man Dahai thought that he was careless, but Fang Gao had no facts to prove that his future combat thinking was not very applicable to the present.