When it got dark, Li Zicheng returned to the small mountain village, his face always very serious.
On a hillside about two miles away from Tieshan City, he lay there all afternoon until dark. The defenders on top of the city and the enemies below the city were all in peace. He even saw that there was no harm done.
There were only a few enemies, so he found a dry place underground far away and lay down to sleep.
After an afternoon of observation, he finally determined that the enemy had no intention of attacking the city.
Even in Shaanxi, when the refugees planned to attack the county town, they would cut down trees near the county town to find some planks and the like, and make some simple ladders. Even under Yan'an City, the refugees would directly dig earth to fill the moat.
Yes, in that case, even if the two sides haven't fought yet, looking at the preparations of the attacker and defender, you know that the battle will start sooner or later.
And he saw no sign of a fight.
He is now basically 80% sure that this is a trap. The enemy is using Tieshan City as bait and is waiting for his support army.
If he took the initiative to rescue him, it would be equivalent to putting someone at the door.
He, Li Zicheng, would not be so stupid.
"Otherwise, let's withdraw!" Li Guo suggested decisively: "We have more than 500 soldiers and horses, and Mei Baihu only has one person. Which is more important and which is less important? The commander should know the choice!"
"Retreat, they are so beautiful!" Li Zicheng shook his head disdainfully: "I didn't see the enemy's baggage, and they have been here for a few days. They can't survive by eating mud!"
"Maybe they brought enough dry food!"
"Even if it is dry food, they should have enough!" Li Zicheng said with certainty: "They must have food channels, otherwise, they will not be able to withstand thousands of people eating horse chews in this city!"
"Uncle, what do you mean?"
"Hit their food channels!" Li Ziguang said decisively: "Let shopkeeper Fan find us a few local people to serve as guides. We will fight hard. As long as there is no food, the enemy will naturally retreat!"
"Uncle, you are awesome!" Li Guo nodded with admiration: "I'll go find Shopkeeper Fan right now!"
Not long after, Fan Zhen was found, and Li Zicheng told his counterpart about his thoughts. After all, it was Fan Zhen who had been dealing with the Koreans. If he wanted to find a guide, he would have to come forward anyway.
Fan Zhen was not ambiguous and directly asked several members of the Shen family and the Li family. However, after asking questions, Fan Zhen showed a trace of hesitation on his face.
"General Li, I have a bold idea..."
"Shopkeeper Fan, tell me!"
"These Koreans just said that these enemies came from Pyongyang City!" Fan Zhen said: "And according to them, since the war with the Hou Jin people, the North Korean royal court asked for peace with the Hou Jin people, and the North Korean army
The military strength has been reduced a lot, and the usual garrison in a capital city like Pyongyang is only more than 3,000 people!"
"Huh?" Li Zicheng raised his head and glanced at the other party.
"As for the Houjin people, they did not station troops in Pyongyang originally. They just stationed hundreds of people in Pyongyang to collect food, iron, ore, paper and other troops. After several confrontations with us, these Houjin people
I'm afraid most of the people are dead..."
"You mean that big city of Pyongyang is very empty now?"
Fan Zhen nodded and nodded fiercely: "I still know a little bit about the affairs of the Hou Jin people. Generally speaking, there are only a few hundred people. At the moment, they are not at war with the Koreans. They are
Sending one Niulu is enough. Even if our soldiers and horses meet the remaining Tatars, they still have a chance of winning. As for the soldiers and horses in Pyongyang City, aren't most of them under Tieshan City at the moment?"
Li Guo looked at his uncle with bright eyes. If he was to take credit for the first battle, how could the credit for aiding a city be as important as taking over a large city where the Tatars were stationed? As for the fact that this city belonged to Korea and not the Tatars
, he simply ignored it in his mind.
Anyway, a city with Tatar garrison is considered a Tatar city in his heart.
Li Zicheng asked Fan Zhen to call a few more Koreans, cross-examined them repeatedly, and verified each other. They were sure that these Koreans were not lying. Li Zicheng was also a little moved.
"March tomorrow morning!" He slammed the table: "Let's go to Pyongyang to see it!"
The fifth day. Today is the fifth day since the Fourth Marine Corps arrived at Tieshan City. Last night, the enemy did not attack, but the work of cleaning up the iron caltrops has not stopped.
On the top of the city early in the morning, you can clearly see that the passage that is about ten people wide has been cleared to a place only more than 200 steps away from the bottom of the city. Those cleaning guys are working very hard, a team of about ten people, working day and night.
If they stop and work, if they continue like this, in half a day, they will be able to clear the distance enough for arrows to reach the top of the city.
All the firearms on the top of the city have remained silent. At this distance, the firearmsmen on the top of the city know that hitting people depends on blindfolding, and shooting is a waste of gunpowder.
At noon, the enemy was only a hundred steps away from the city wall. A few crossbowmen who had been ignored finally started shooting under the command. They didn't shoot many people, but they seemed to stimulate the soldiers.
Teams of archers rushed forward and were caught off guard by the rain of arrows. Two unlucky guys were shot to death by arrows on the top of the city.
At this time, the firearms masters finally couldn't bear it any longer. Dozens of muskets fired almost at the same time. There was no need to aim. They just fired at the crowd in front. After a burst of crackling noise, seven or eight guns were dropped over there.
The corpse, while the rest of the people immediately ran away with their heads in their hands.
There were even some unlucky guys who ran into the caltrop formation in a panic and were pricked by the sharp caltrops until they screamed in agony.
When the roar of firearms sounded, Zhuo Butai was watching the battle ahead from a distance. The chaos in front of the city wall not only did not make him feel displeased, but revealed a bloodthirsty look in his eyes.
"Order your people to attack the city now!" He looked at Lu Zhen beside him coldly: "The time has come to prove your loyalty!"
"But sir, there are caltrops everywhere in front of you!" Lu Zhen stammered.
"Dead people don't know pain!" Zhuo Butai touched his waist knife. Lu Zhen, who was beside him, immediately became excited.
"Attack the city, attack the city with the whole army!" He shouted loudly and ran towards his army: "Kill those who are afraid of war; kill those who run away!"
A group of confidants dispersed from his side and began to drive the soldiers towards the city wall. The safe passage that was originally only a dozen people wide was instantly widened to dozens of people wide by countless soldiers who dug into the soles of their feet, and some even
Before he could scream, he was trampled under the feet of the people behind him. Looking down from the top of the city, the black crowd rushing over seemed to be disturbed by an ant's nest. The crowd was like frightened wasps, rushing out in groups, and then