The four-cornered tower of Lianjiang City has been broken into three parts, and the setting sun hangs like blood on the remaining corner, making the entire Lianjiang battlefield both beautiful and tragic.
The defenders of Lianjiang City had been fighting the Japanese bandits led by Zhongbu Taichang for two days and one night.
The city wall piled with gray stone is covered with black patches scorched by rockets. There are seven or eight siege ladders scattered under the city. Surrounding the ladders are the corpses of Japanese pirates stacked on top of each other like snowflakes.
Zhongbu Taichang stared at the crenellations on the city wall, his eyes reflecting the setting sun and a group of anxious fire. The war had already progressed to the second day, and more than 5,000 fusangs were lying under the city wall as far as the eye could see.
Samurai, such a big loss made him feel a little anxious and a little scared. The five generals of the Oda family were not convinced by him. If the Lianjiang war failed, he would not have the face to go back to see his brother Oda for a long time.
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Even General Jiang was looking out of the city. The setting sun reflected on his back, illuminating his entire body. The long sword in his hand was covered with blood. The smell of blood tickled his nose, which made him wrinkle.
He sneezed twice in succession. He withdrew his gaze and glanced at the city wall in front of him. The originally neat crenelations had become like the teeth of an old man and an old lady. They were either empty, broken or completely black. The soldiers under his command were also like this.
It looked like it had just been thrown into a pit of fire, looking dingy and with only half a life left.
The war has been going on for almost two days, and the soldiers are exhausted. Although the city wall is still in their hands, if they are surrounded by Japanese bandits for a month and the food in the city is exhausted, these soldiers will starve to death even if they don't fight...
With Guards Lian Jiang thinking like this, a messenger ran over and said: "Report to the general, the navy has reported that their crossbows have been used up. If the Japanese navy attacks again, they will have no choice but to sink the ship and block the river."
General Lian Jiang clenched the sword in his hand, and his teeth creaked loudly as he gritted his teeth: "Lieutenant General, how many crossbow arrows do we have?"
The deputy general glanced at the soldier with a troubled expression on his face and said: "Report to the general, we only have a thousand arrows left, which is only enough for two volleys."
"Give the navy two hundred evenly and tell the brothers to leave the feathered arrows to those who are good at shooting. The other archers will pick up their spears and steel knives and join them in the front camp."
The deputy general nodded and said, "Yes, general."
The setting sun is getting weaker, but the blood color is lighter, as if the sun has been bled, and it has lost the strength it had just now.
General Lian Jiang sighed, and then ordered to the deputy general: "When the Japanese pirates retreat tonight, let the soldiers guarding the city retreat first to rest, and let the reserve team go to the city gate to defend the city. In addition, order the Huotou Army to go out tonight."
Add meat and more five-spice powder!”
The deputy general was stunned for a moment and said: "General, the situation of the war is still unclear. Add meat now, in case there is no food and grass in the future, it will affect the morale of the army."
"Listen to my arrangements!" The general said no more and just stood firmly on the tower.
Smoke gradually rose from the kitchens in Lianjiang City, and the evening breeze carried the aroma of meat, drifting toward the Japanese bandit formation.
All the Japanese pirates could not help but secrete a lot of saliva from their mouths when they smelled the aroma of meat. Some Japanese pirates smacked their lips when they smelled the aroma of meat, and bright and plump big pieces of meat appeared in their eyes.
"Commander, the defenders of Lianjiang City have already started cooking. Should we also call a truce and wait until tomorrow morning to make plans?"
Zhongbu Taishan looked at Lianjiang City, and then at the cherry blossom flag flying behind him, with a bright light in his eyes, and said: "We can't retreat, the defenders of Lianjiang City are starting to attack now, it is our army that is attacking the city.
It’s a great opportunity. The Jiangzuo defenders must be demoralized now. Let’s attack the city now, just in time to eat their stewed meat. Enter Lianjiang and eat stewed meat! Enter Lianjiang and eat stewed meat!”
Zhongbu Taishou shouted like this, and his soldiers also raised their swords and shouted. For a moment, the Japanese pirates' morale was greatly boosted, and they all wanted to attack Lianjiang City in one go.
General Lian Jiang saw the sudden rise of the Japanese bandits. He smiled, held his long sword in his hand, and shouted: "Brothers, prepare for war! After this battle, let's eat stew!"
"Eat the stew! Eat the stew!" Even Jiang's defenders shouted in unison.
As the saying goes, "food and sex are the nature of food." In this world, few people can resist the temptation of beautiful women, and of course, few people can resist the temptation of delicious food. In an instant, the war broke out again, and the two parties began a fierce battle around the stewed meat.
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The Japanese bandits carried the ladder and rushed towards the city wall. One of them fell down after being hit by an arrow, and another person took over and carried the ladder. They shouted angrily like hungry wolves, as if Lienjiang City was no longer a city, but a piece of meat.
A piece of meat with a strong aroma!
As soon as they rushed to the city, the defenders of Lianjiang threw down countless stones and rolling logs. The Japanese pirates looked up, only to see darkness in front of their eyes, and in the spurts of blood, they were killed by "stones and wood".
But death did not deter them from their desire to eat "meat". While the Lianjiang defenders were preparing to roll rocks and logs, the soldier carrying the ladder set up the ladder and ran straight up like an ape.
The defenders of Lianjiang looked at the erected ladder, picked up the fork and tried to lift the ladder. The attacking and defending troops were pulling back and forth between setting up the ladder and lifting it up.
A battle involving tens of thousands of people, with nearly 10,000 casualties, focused on a mechanical, boring and inefficient movement. At this time, the wisdom of the general and the ingenuity of the marching formation are no longer important and can affect victory.
The balance is only in numbers, will and courage.
Group after group of Japanese thieves swarmed to the bottom of the city like locusts. One, two, three, four, seven, nine, countless ladders were connected and erected.
The soldiers guarding the city gate opened the countless ladders one after another. Sweat had soaked their armor. They were breathing heavily, their faces as red as the sunset, tired but did not dare to stop repeating.
With that mechanical movement.
A group of Japanese thieves found a gap and rushed up the city wall. They brandished Japanese swords, grinned to their ears, shouted like crazy, and rushed towards the soldiers guarding the city.
The defender of Lianjiang was startled and was caught off guard by the small group of Japanese bandits. The city defense was in chaos. When the city guard saw the Japanese bandits, he drew his sword and shouted: "Hold the horns of the formation, and leave these Japanese bandits to me!"
He took seven or eight of his own soldiers and ran towards the gap. After a hard fight, he managed to secure his position even though two strips of flesh were torn open by Japanese swords.
"Commander, notify the reserve team to go to the city gate!"
"yes."
What kind of team is the reserve team? It is a team prepared for emergencies. If a general uses the reserve team, it means that the battle has reached an unexpected time.
When the soldiers guarding the city heard that the general had summoned the reserve team, they were first shocked, then sighed, and finally were brought back to reality by the ladder set up and the Japanese bandits rushing up the city.
The battle is still going on, and they can't allow them to think too much. Life and death are already in an instant. They want to live or not!
But just when the reserve team had just climbed onto the city wall and not yet participated in the battle, the horn sound of retreating troops came from the Japanese camp.
The Japanese pirates who were attacking the city were stunned when they heard the horn sound. They slowly slowed down their steps and slowly looked towards their own camp. They all looked in disbelief. Some Japanese pirates even patted their ears.
, to make sure that it was really a clarion call to retreat and not an illusion.
They swarmed like locusts, and like cicadas struggling to land on the ground at the end of winter, flapped their wings unwillingly twice, and then reluctantly accepted their fate.
General Lian Jiang looked at the Japanese bandits retreating and frowned, as if he couldn't understand what the Japanese bandits were thinking. His reserve team was on board, but they retreated?
Zhongbu Taishan looked at Lianjiang City, pulled the horse's bridle with his right hand, and reluctantly looked at the word "Lianjiang" on the city gate.
He hates himself so much, hates himself and hates God, why does God want to play with him like this!
He sighed, leaving Lian Jiangcheng with a lonely figure.
"Marshal, the Zhenhai base camp was attacked, what should we do?" a general asked beside him.
Zedian Taidan glared at him and shouted: "What should we do! What can we do? Take back the base camp!" As he said this, he whipped the horse's butt hard with his horse whip, and led his defeated soldiers towards the Zhenhai base camp.
Run.
"Jingguchi-kun, what happened to Zhenhai Base Camp?"
"The Taomu Army and Zhenhai base camp were attacked by Jiangzuo Army. The garrison was completely wiped out, and Zhenhai was recaptured in Jiangzuo."
"I just said that we should not attack important military areas like Lianjiang. We should nibble around Zhenhai. Hey, I wonder what General Fuchun is like. Didn't he go to wipe out Jiang Zuo's army? Why haven't I heard anything about him yet?"
Taomu looked around and whispered: "General Fuchun was killed in battle. I heard that he died in the hands of the Jiang Zuo army who captured the Zhenhai base camp."
"Ah, General Fuchun's military force is one of the best among our Oda family. If he really dies in the hands of those Jiang Zuo soldiers, then our battle will not be easy."
"Hey, actually I wasn't optimistic about this battle from the beginning. Commander Zanebu has one-third of the Oda family's strategy and one-third of the courage, but he has 12% of the Oda family's willfulness."
In the battle of Lianjiang, more than 10,000 Japanese pirates were killed, their vitality was severely damaged, their prestige was greatly damaged, and the morale of the Japanese pirate army was scattered.
Japanese pirates Zhenhai base camp.
Yan Zhuo and the captain stood side by side in the large tent with too short cloth. They looked at the Fuso armor hanging in the tent and the Fuso map hanging on the wall. The three little ones the size of chicken eggs
The island, floating on the vast ocean, looks so lonely and small.
"The Japanese pirates' three islands actually dared to invade my land of Kyushu and swallow the elephants. Their greed is not small." Yan Zhuo stared at the map on the wall and couldn't help but sigh, "How can these three islands be invaded?"
Even if it is not easy to deploy 100,000 soldiers and horses, these 100,000 soldiers sent to Jiangzuo are no more than the Beifu army. They can capture this city, but it will be difficult to capture ten cities."
The captain followed and said: "It is easy to capture one city, and it is also easy to capture ten cities. The way of national war is not to attack the city but to attack the heart. Although the seven ancient kingdoms were destroyed, there were still survivors who restored the country. This is the spirit of the country that does not perish.
Even if Fusang captures the entire territory of Jiangzuo today, it will not destroy the heart of Jiangzuo. General, do you know why?"
"Why?" Yan Zhuo said.
"It is difficult for the king of the lower country to control the heart of the upper country." The school captain pulled out his long sword and cut the Fuso map on the wall in half. "The small Fuso country wants to occupy Kyushu in the next life!"
Seeing the captain doing this, Yan Zhuo drew his sword and cut the Japanese armor in half. However, this cut frightened the captain.
The captain looked pityful and said: "What are you doing with such good armor? Isn't this a waste of things? This is a trophy, a trophy!"
As he said this, he reached out to pick up the helmet on the ground, and said cheerfully: "This helmet is not broken yet, you can keep it, and you can also write it in the battle report in the future. Who will believe it if we just say that we have invaded the Zhenhai base camp?"
, you have to leave some evidence."
Yan Zhuo looked at the captain's cheerful look, raised his brows, and had a smile in his eyes. This was the first time he saw the captain smile: "Okay, let's go. The Japanese bandits will come back after receiving the news.
Make dumplings for us again."
The captain grabbed the helmet of the Japanese pirate and said, "Okay, let's go. We won't lose in this battle." As he walked out, he looked at the helmet in his hand and murmured: "This Fuso man
His armor is also strange, it’s so gaudy and gaudy. He’s not that big, but his helmet is quite small.”
He was murmuring like this, and then suddenly shouted: "Wang Mancang, Wang Mancang!"
The soldier named Wang Mancang, with seven or eight swords on his waist, trotted over in a panic.
The captain threw the helmet to Mancang and said, "Keep this helmet and the red armor of the Japanese pirate who died today. They will be useful in the future. If anything goes wrong, I will take charge of your military affairs!"
"Yes!" Wang Mancang raised his chest and shouted, and a Japanese knife slipped from his waist. He hurriedly squatted down to pick up the Japanese knife, but he didn't expect that the seven or eight knives stuck to his waist were like thorns.
Squat down.
The school captain looked at Wang Mancang's silly look and laughed loudly: "Look at you, you are just like a Japanese pirate. You are greedy and you swallow the elephant. You have been stabbed so many times. Why do you keep it to go home and cut wheat?"
Wang Mancang chuckled and said: "I plan to melt him when I get home, kill pigs and cut wheat for my father!"
Seeing the captain and Wang Mancang having a good time, Yan Zhuo smiled, and his thoughts couldn't help but return to what the captain said about the way of national war: The way of national war is to attack the heart rather than the city, so if you want to unify the nine states, is it right?
It is also necessary to integrate the hearts of the people of the world into one, so that they do not know the country and only know the nine states, so that they can unite under the nine states instead of under one country and one sect.
Yan Zhuo thought like this, and his heart became heavier. Everyone in the world has their own hearts, so how can they bring their hearts together?
He couldn't think of an answer for the moment, so he could only follow the captain's footsteps and walk out.
"I wonder how Lianjiang City is doing?" Yan Zhuo asked.
The captain looked at the moon in the sky and said: "The moon is so bright tonight. It must be a good thing. Lianjiang City must still be in our hands. Besides, if Lianjiang City cannot be defended for two days, then
Even Jiangcheng’s general is too useless.”
Yan Zhuo nodded and said: "That's right, then where should we go now? To Lianjiang City?"
The captain frowned and thought: "Well, I think we can go. They have been fighting the Japanese bandits for two days and they have to replenish their troops. It's a good time for us to go now!"
