The whole world seemed to have fallen into a bottomless abyss, with endless rolling dark clouds weighing heavily on the top of the head, and iron bean-like raindrops hitting the body, making a crackling sound on the ground. The long Qing army queue was crowded in a room as narrow as a chicken intestine.
On the mountain road, we were exposed to the rain without any protection, enduring the baptism of the heavy rain.
When the expeditionary force launched the campaign, they even forgot to prepare sufficient rain gear. On such a battlefield, every raincoat was almost a life. The Qing army obviously made such a mistake and braved the rain to climb up such a high mountain.
Thousands of soldiers were struggling in the heavy rain. Unfortunately, they did not have the air force to send emergency troops, so they were exhausted and miserable.
In the continuous rain, the temperature dropped sharply. Especially in the high-altitude Gaoligong Mountain, wet clothes stuck to the body, and it was really cold to the bone. If Zhang Yong and Xian Guoan in the past, or even the vast majority of the Qing army, would not believe that in the
This warm May will freeze people to death, and the fact will teach them many ruthless lessons.
Zhang Yong sighed heavily and looked at the two soldiers who were carried. They were cold and unable to move. He touched their hands, foreheads and cheeks, and found that they were all cold. Their eyes were wide open.
It was still turning. But when someone brought hot soup to feed them, they couldn't drink it anymore, so they just watched them die.
"Captain." Hu Xiance, the mature and prudent general, spoke cautiously, "More than a hundred people have died from freezing, and the number of injured and injured is increasing. Locusts and gnats are rampant. The rain is continuous and rarely clears up. The soldiers are suffering unbearably. No.
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Zhang Yong raised his hand to interrupt his subordinates, closed his eyes and exhaled a long breath, "There are enemy troops blocking the road ahead. Several attacks have failed, but the losses are considerable. We are trapped in this hellish mountain forest.
, our army's strength is gradually declining, don't you think I'm not in a hurry? If only our Gansu and Shaanxi Green Battalions were here, it would not be difficult to order a retreat. But the Han army of the line admiral is also here, whoever raises it first will inevitably not be punished by his superiors in the future, if
What can I do?"
From Kunming's point of view, it is obviously not a difficult task to wipe out the remaining Ming army in Tengchong. If the losses are so huge and they return in vain, and if they are held accountable, whoever first proposes to retreat, Zhang Yong or Xian Guoan, may be blamed. Therefore.
Although Zhang Yong and Xian Guoan both wanted to quit at this time, neither one wanted to bring it up first and then give others a leg up.
If Zhang Yong leads the Gansu and Shaanxi green battalions to withdraw first, Xian Guoan can tell Kunming that he cannot support the army alone and pass the responsibility to Zhang Yong, and vice versa. In fact, these two people are holding on, or they may still have the ability to break the Ming army's blockade.
, the fantasy of breaking out of the mountains and forests.
But in terms of combat preparations, the impact of the rainy season on the Qing army is more significant. Xian Guoan's gun soldiers were completely useless in the rain, while the Ming army guarding the mountains had rain protection facilities, and there were people behind them responsible for drying
With dry gunpowder, musketeers can still ensure a high fire rate. As for the bows and arrows of the Qing army, the impact of rain is greater. The bow arm is damp, the bow string is wet, and the arrow feathers are wet. Not only is it very difficult to hit the target, but the bow is also wet.
They are constantly being scrapped and worn out. However, the crossbows used by the Mengshan soldiers of the Ming Army have little impact. The crossbows have no arrow clusters and can still basically guarantee the range and accuracy.
Knowing it well is one thing, making a decision is another. Over the past few days, the Qing army's physical strength has declined, their attacks have been frustrated, and there is not much dry firewood left for heating and cooking. The situation is getting worse and worse. But
Neither Zhang Yong nor Xian Guoan dared to make a decision easily, so they just wasted their time.
"Besides -" Zhang Yong hesitated, smiling bitterly and shaking his head repeatedly.
Since the "Bangzi tune" was heard from time to time on the position where the Ming army was guarding, Zhang Yong felt embarrassed. After all, his own soldiers surrendered and became the Ming army. It was not a glorious thing. It did not affect the morale of the army.
Too worried, Zhang Yong is worried that if he returns without success, Xian Guoan may make a fuss about it and shift all the responsibility to him. Therefore, in any case, he cannot take the initiative to withdraw. In order to stop Xian Guoan's mouth, he must
Show the desire to actively attack and the determination to strive for victory.
"This trick of the pseudo-clan is indeed very insidious. It created a rift between the governor and the line admiral, and also forced our Gansu-Shaanxi Green Camp to have no way to retreat. If we retreat, we will give others a handle!" Hu Xiance sat down dejectedly and sighed.
He continued: "We abandoned Huipo, Dazhai, tea house, Qiaotou, Lengshuigou, and Beizhai Gongfang, luring our army into the mountains and forests and being trapped in the rainy season. What a vicious strategy, how bold, what a terrible rainy season in Western Yunnan."
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Zhang Yong slightly nodded his head in sympathy. Now he was in a dilemma, and he finally realized that he had fallen into the Ming army's trick of luring the enemy. He touched his beard under his chin and speculated: "Could it be that Li Dingguo's guy came, and the puppet Ming army made such adjustments?
Our army is trapped."
"Pseudo King of Jin?" Wang Ziqi, the general of the Qing army, was slightly startled and pondered without saying a word. King Li Jin had become king twice and was famous, so he naturally believed Zhang Yong's guess more than the Puppet Ming clan would have such a strategy.
After a long while, Zhang Yong stood up and said: "Don't worry about it. When I go to see the line admiral, remind me and discuss how to break through the Ming army's obstruction and get out of this difficult place!"
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When it is violent, it pours down, and the raindrops are like iron beans; when it stops, it is like a resentful woman, hysterical for endless time, unable to stop. This is the rainy season in Yunnan, the rainy season in the subtropics.
Zhu Yongxing gently brushed the raindrops falling on his face, stood under the thatched shed and looked up. The mountains and fields seemed to have been baptized. Thousands of springs flowed through the gaps between the rocks, splashing the waves as they ran for the road. His eyes moved down the hillside.
, the beautiful scenery immediately disappeared, replaced by a miserable and disgusting scene.
The corpses of Qing soldiers who were too close to the trench or fell into the trench were vividly visible. There seemed to be a stream above it, and the stream composed of white maggots was slowly squirming. In just two or three days, it turned out like this, and Zhu Yongxing was secretly shocked.
I have long heard that there are two most common insects in the subtropical rainy season, leeches and maggots. One kind eats living people, and the other eats dead people. Zhu Yongxing has learned all about it now, and he even looked at the fingers hanging on his calves.
A vampire the size of a vampire screamed horribly.
But compared to the corpses in front of the position, Zhu Yongxing felt that it would be a happy thing for the Qing army to be bitten by locusts. At least it would prove that he was still alive. If the locusts ignore you, there will only be one kind of insect left.
Come and visit, white maggots on the rotting carcass.
Zhu Yongxing looked away and looked at the mountains and mountains. The smoke was less than yesterday. When the Qing army no longer had dry firewood for cooking and heating, they could only eat uncooked rice. There was no hot water for hot rice.
Suffering in the rainy season in high-altitude forests, no matter how strong a man is, will quickly weaken.