Outside Nanyang City, the refugee army has been besieging the city for nearly half a month.
At noon, with the scorching sun in the sky, a group of cavalry rushed out from the refugee army camp five miles away. They were all wearing fine armor and had bright swords and guns. At first glance, they were probably much stronger than many elite officers and soldiers.
"Commander Father, this ruined city only has less than ten thousand defenders. What are we waiting for? Rush in at once. Aren't these tons of gold, silver, grain and grass all ours?"
The speaker was extremely majestic, riding a maroon black horse on his crotch, and carrying a two-meter-long machete on his back. Even on the horse, he was a head taller than everyone around him.
More than enough! He is Sun Kewang, the adopted son of Zhang Xianzhong, a heroic general in the late Ming Dynasty, nicknamed "A Wall".
"Hmph! You little melon! What? It's only been a few days, but you still miss your mother-in-law again, don't you?" Next to you, there was a big man wearing a gold helmet with a rim, a sallow complexion, and yellow beards all over his face.
, laughing and scolding, he whipped Sun Kewang, and his words were spoken in a Mizhi tone.
If Emperor Chongzhen were here, he would probably be able to recognize him at a glance. This person is none other than Zhang Xianzhong, the ‘Xian thief’ and ‘Eight Great Kings’ who excavated the Zhu family’s ancestral tomb and caused trouble for the Ming Dynasty for nearly ten years!
After Zhang Xianzhong finished speaking, a dozen officers around him burst into laughter.
Sun Kewang was also a little embarrassed. He cupped his fist at Zhang Xianzhong, jumped off his horse, pointed his long knife at the towering wall of the southern city not far away, and said: "Commander Father, I am doing this for the sake of my brothers! The government and army are powerful now.
, Old Dog Hong is chasing us, if we can’t replenish some manpower and equipment in time, we are afraid we will suffer a loss!”
Zhang Xianzhong nodded approvingly, but did not express his opinion. Instead, he turned to a young general who was only sixteen or seventeen years old but was very brave and brave and asked: "Yichun, what do you think?"
The young general also turned over and dismounted, saluted Zhang Xianzhong, and clasped his fists at Sun Kewang, and then said: "Commander Father, what Brother Sun said is true. In this situation, we must cut through the mess quickly and cannot let the officers and soldiers do it."
Take a breath! While that old dog Hong is entangled with 'Cao Cao' in the south, and Zuo Liangyu is just a coward who is greedy for life and afraid of death, we might as well..."
Although he hadn't finished speaking, Zhang Xianzhong understood what he meant and praised: "Okay~~! Okay! If someone has a son like you, why worry about the big thing failing? Hahaha!"
Sun Kewang also came over, rubbed the young general's head vigorously, and praised: "Dingguo, that's good! Brother means the same thing! Haha! In a few years, I'm afraid you will be able to catch up with brother!"
The young general smiled shyly, showing his white teeth, but said nothing. He was the hero of the late Ming Dynasty who was known as the "national hero" in later generations, the adopted son of Zhang Xianzhong, and the King of Han Li Dingguo!
Although he is still young, his abilities cannot be underestimated!
In the third year of Chongzhen, Li Dingguo, who was only ten years old, followed Zhang Xianzhong in the north and south. He was deeply loved by Zhang Xianzhong! He was eight feet tall, strong and strong, and had excellent martial arts. He had been fond of reading military books since he was a child. It can be said that he was both civil and military! After seven or eight years
, he has repeatedly made military exploits and killed countless enemies, and has become Zhang Xianzhong’s right-hand man!
"Eight Kings, if that's the case, why don't we attack the city overnight, or go into the city early and sleep with a few beautiful women. I've had enough of these dry days!" A man next to him had his head wrapped in a white scarf and had a dark complexion.
A man who looked like an old man in his fifties complained to Zhang Xianzhong dissatisfiedly.
He is Ma Shouying, the leader of Gezuo's fifth battalion, nicknamed "Lao Huihui"!
Zhang Xianzhong smiled softly, stroked the half-inch yellow beard on his chin, and said calmly: "Brother Ma, why are you in such a hurry? The government and army are powerful now, and even Zuo Liangyu, a thief like this, has no less than 100,000 troops and horses.
And that Hong Chengchou and Hong Laogou are only two hundred miles away and can rush to help here at any time! If we act rashly, our brothers will probably lose more than the gain!"
"Well, I don't listen to these big principles you said! Eight Great Kings, brothers believe in you, so they all come here to mess with you! You have to come up with a charter for this matter!" Lao Huihui smiled slyly, where?
He still looks half like an old farmer!
Zhang Xianzhong's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he was about to explode, but he suppressed the anger in his heart, "Brother Ma, don't worry about this! My surname is Zhang, when have I ever wronged my brothers! Please bear with me for a few more days, and wait until the floor is swept.
The king, King Hun Tian, and the other brothers from the four battalions have arrived, and that’s when we take action!”
Lao Huihui smiled, but did not express any attitude. He just looked at the shaking figure on the wall not far away.
At this time, a fast horse galloped up from behind. The man on the horse licked the reins of the horse, quickly jumped off the horse, and whispered a few words into Zhang Xianzhong's ear!
Zhang Xianzhong was overjoyed and said to the people around him: "My son Wenxiu (Liu Wenxiu, Zhang Xianzhong's adopted son, one of the four generals) has joined the sweeping king and the ruler of the world (Liu Xiyao, one of the five Gezuo battalions) and will arrive in the afternoon.
, let’s go back and tidy up so that we can welcome the brothers!”
Everyone immediately cheered, got on their horses and ran towards their camp!
From the beginning to the end, the officers and soldiers guarding the city wall just watched from a distance, allowing the leaders of the refugee army to wander around like a garden without even firing a cold arrow!
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On the city wall of Nanyang City, the deputy general of the left army, Jin Shenghuan, with a pale face, kept watching the figure of the refugee army retreating into the camp.
Jin Shenghuan is less than forty years old this year. He is tall and has a slender face. He seems to have some Korean blood! He was also from the Liaodong Army. In the fifth year of Chongzhen, he accidentally offended Shangguan and was demoted. Fortunately, Zuo Liangyu took him in. He
Only then could he make a comeback. However, perhaps because of the relationship of first come first served, he joined the Zuo Army too late, and there were not many people in the headquarters, less than a thousand. Consciously or unconsciously, he could always feel that other officers were ostracizing him!
So much so that when Zuo Liangyu's main army evacuated, the task of defending the city was left to him!
"Hey~~~!" Jin Shenghuan let out a long sigh!
In less than half a month, the number of the refugee army, which was originally less than 30,000, has surged to 70,000 or 80,000. There is a vague intention to gather here again, and he only has less than 10,000 defenders under his command. The disparity in strength is so great.
How can he defend the city?
Although Zuo Liangyu's main army was a hundred miles away, Jin Shenghuan thought with his buttocks, and he could probably imagine that when that time came, would his surname Zuo still care about his own life and death?
Starting from April of the 10th year of Chongzhen, a large number of migrant troops came down the river to besiege Anqing. The imperial court repeatedly urged to issue transfer orders, but Zuo Liangyu ignored them! As a result, Hong Chengchou, the governor of the five northwest provinces, and Sun Chuanting, the governor of Shaanxi, had no choice but to
, rush thousands of miles to help to relieve the siege of Anqing!
At present, Lu Xiangsheng, the governor-general of Xuanda, is guarding northern Xinjiang. Hong Chengchou and Sun Chuanting are also short of men and horses, and their formations are incomplete. Huguang, Jiangnan, Sichuan and other places have no fighting troops at all. In the entire Central Plains, only Zuo Liangyu's troops are close.
One hundred thousand troops and horses, strong soldiers and horses!
Nanyang City, as the gateway to control the Central Plains in southern Henan, has been a battleground for military strategists since ancient times. The city has high walls and thick walls, and the population is relatively dense. If we really defend it, these refugee armies may not be able to capture it!
But the most frightening thing is that Jin Shenghuan's headquarters is short of food and grass. At present, the food in the city may only last ten days, and Zuo Liangyu has been unwilling to issue military pay and food. The soldiers are already panic-stricken. This~~, this
How can we defend this city?
"Go! Send someone to report to the commander! When will the food, military pay, and reinforcements arrive? Damn it, if no one comes, I won't be able to defend this city anymore!" Jin Shenghuan shouted to the soldiers around him.
"Yes!" The soldiers did not dare to neglect and hurriedly turned around and ran down to the city.
A staff member dressed as a scribe shook his head feebly. Today alone, messengers asking for help have been sent three times. Counting the past few days, it is probably close to a hundred times. However, there is still no movement from Marshal Zuo. Is it possible?
Do you really not care whether you live or die?
Thinking of this, he hurriedly approached Jin Shenghuan and whispered in a low voice: "General, if things continue like this, we may be in really bad luck! From the perspective of students, we, we need to make plans early.
!”
Jin Shenghuan glanced at this staff member. This person was his confidant and had been following him for nearly ten years. Even he said so, so...
Jin Shenghuan took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and nodded vigorously, "Come here! Call the officers above the Qian Commander under your command to the big tent to discuss something!"
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On the official road from Nanyang to Xiangcheng, several horses galloped past, bringing up a puff of smoke. They were the personal messengers from Jin Shenghuan's tribe just now!
But before they had gone thirty miles out of the city, they saw a group of uniformed officers and soldiers on the official road, running towards them in an orderly manner.
"Who is it?" A few probing horses in front instantly blocked the messengers.
The soldier messenger did not dare to neglect, and quickly turned over and dismounted and said: "A certain soldier is under the command of Vice General Jin. I wonder which part of the brother he belongs to? I have something urgent to report to your master!"
These scouts were the relatives of the Liu Mansion, and the leader was Liu Meng. When he saw that the messenger was coming from Nanyang City, he did not dare to be careless. He unloaded their weapons and led the soldiers.
Arriving in front of Liu Ruyi!
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The army stopped to rest, and within a few dozen steps, there were only two people, Liu Ruyi and the messenger!
When the messenger told him everything about the situation in Nanyang City, Liu Ruyi frowned tightly and said nothing!
"Sir! Brothers will not have enough to eat soon. Please rush to the city quickly! The younger one kowtows to you for the tens of thousands of brothers in the city!" The messenger seemed to notice Liu Ruyi's hesitation and knelt on the ground.
Kowtow with all your strength!
"Brother, you don't have to worry too much! The commander-in-chief has already given instructions on this matter, and I will definitely come as promised! You should rest in the afternoon first! After a short rest, we will set off immediately!" Liu Ruyi reassured him a few words,
Then he sent him away.
In fact, the army is now powerful. If you include the Hong Chengchou and Sun Chuanting tribes who are not far away, there are probably more than 200,000 officers and soldiers. If Zuo Liangyu is willing to send troops at this time, then these less than 100,000 refugees will
The army will definitely be wiped out immediately, but why does Commander Zuo delay in sending troops?
Liu Ruyi meditated hard, but to no avail. While he was irritated, he heard a soft female voice coming from behind: "Sir, the weather is too hot. Let's drink a bowl of herbal tea to relieve the heat!"
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