The stop of the heavy rain and the slight brightness of the sky seemed to be just a matter of a short moment. The sky turned dark like night in an instant, and the ominous shadow shrouded it again. With a loud thunderbolt near the top of the head, the iron
Bean-like raindrops poured down again.
The Qing army's roundabout attack in Yakou had not yet opened up a good road, but was disrupted by heavy rain. Xian Guoan became ruthless and carried out construction in the rain without retreating.
The cold and damp air penetrated into the bones of the skin, and there was either a soft humus layer under the feet, or mud that could stain the shoes, and the heavy rain hit the body like projectiles. The auxiliary soldiers worked in this raging rainstorm, no less than
Another war was going on. At first, only sporadic people fell, but as time went on, more and more people fell. They fell into the mud and could not get up again.
As time goes by, people have become numb. There is no pity for the fallen, and the living are not qualified to pity. For the dead, the living cannot bury them, and there is no need to bury them. They may take off the clothes of the deceased.
Shoes, or tearing off the deceased's clothes, unceremoniously in order to live a little longer.
"Damn the rain!" A Qing soldier suddenly cursed, then fell down and never stood up again.
Zhang Yong, who was not far away, heard this. His face was expressionless, but he sighed secretly in his heart. The auxiliary troops could have been used up like this, but he still lacked confidence in victory. Xian Guoan's main force had arrived, and he was confident, but the environment was still
That's bad. Moreover, Xian Guoan rejected his proposal to divide his troops for a siege, believing that a frontal breakthrough was the only way to win. A siege would not only disperse the troops, but if he was ambushed and defeated by the enemy again, his morale would be devastated.
Morale will soon be at a loss, Zhang Yong sighed in his heart. Using the power of heaven and earth to fend off the enemy, what only famous generals in ancient times can do, compared with the commander-in-chief of the Ming army on the opposite side, he and Xian Guoan are far inferior! Really!
Is it Jin Wang Li Dingguo who is commanding? Zhang Yong frowned, and his fear became heavier. Xian Guoan, Xian Guoan, even if Li Dingguo killed your old master Kong Youde in Guilin, you can't lose your mind because of hatred.
ah?
Zhang Yong only suggested that Li Dingguo, the puppet king of the Jin Dynasty, might be commanding the opposite side. Unexpectedly, Xian Guoan became furious because of this and wanted to break through the enemy's defense line at all costs. In his opinion, this was because Li Dingguo killed Xian Guoan's old boss Kong Youde in Guilin.
, but I don’t know there is another reason.
In fact, a courier from Kunming followed Xian Guoan's main force. Xian Guoan's friends tipped him off that the imperial court issued an order to Yunnan Governor Lin Tianqing.
The crime is serious, and the king, Baylor, and the ministers will quickly carry out strict investigation and make a detailed report."
Although Xian Guoan was not punished for this in history, and later he still guarded Guangxi with the rank of general to conquer barbarians, it made Xian Guoan feel panic and uneasiness. If the army failed this time, or returned without success, Xian Guoan was worried that the imperial court would take advantage of this.
, give him two sins and one for one. Therefore, eager to make atonement, he decided to storm Nanzhai Gongfang by relying on the slight increase in military strength after the arrival of the main force.
The ensuing battle process was indeed not smooth as Zhang Yong imagined. It could even be called cruel and abnormal, causing fear and despair.
In the traditional concept, hand-to-hand combat is the most brutal, but the offensive and defensive battle of Nanzhai Gongfang was purely attrition, consuming the time of the confrontation, consuming the will to fight, and consuming fresh lives. The Qing army crawled up like ants,
Crossbow arrows, stones and javelins rained down like arrows from a straw boat, except that what was pierced was not bundles of hay, but hundreds of living people with blood flowing through them.
It was raining and there was no dry part on the body. In addition, the mountains were steep and the terrain was unfavorable. The Ming army was condescending and resisted tenaciously. After three days of attack, the hillsides were littered with corpses of the Qing army. Some were from the Han army, some were from the Han army.
There were also auxiliary soldiers from the Green Camp of Gansu and Shaanxi who served as cannon fodder. When the rain stopped, another gunpowder and earth bomb fell down, creating a cloud of blood mist, and the stumps and broken arms of the dead flew up.
Some corpses began to rot and stink, and white maggots crawled everywhere. The rainwater flowing down along the roots of the trees, along the grass stems, and along the leaves all had a rich dark red color. The blood cannot be washed away by rainwater.
The blood that has been purified has become one with the mountain. The blood has soaked deeply into the soil, stones, sucked into the grass, and grown into the trees. The mountain seems to have turned into a big steamed bun stuffed with human blood.
The rain washed away all kinds of dirt and collected them in the streams. The Qing army no longer dared to drink the nearby water, but the plague stretched out its devilish hand and was slowly strangling the throats of the Qing army.
It was already the fifth day, and under the drizzle, the crazy attack began again. Under the personal supervision of Zhang Yong and Xian Guoan, the Han army and the Gansu and Shaanxi Green Camp took turns to attack. Officers at all levels supervised the battle, and the soldiers
They were forced, like a group of prisoners with ashen faces, stepping on rotten flesh, dead bodies, maggots and blood, and rushed to the top of the mountain.
The muddy hillside seemed to have been splashed with oil. The Qing army had to be careful not only of falling feet, but also of flying crossbow arrows and stones. It was extremely difficult to be attacked from both sides.
The trenches had almost been filled with dead bodies, and all the deer villages had been demolished. Only the wooden fence, which had been reinforced several times during the fighting, could still act as a hindrance. However, such a tragic battle still shocked Zhu Yongxing, and he had already transferred the reserve team
They came up and took turns resting with the frontline troops to cope with the crazy attack of the Qing army.
The musketeers took the lead in firing under the thatched shed, and white smoke rose into the air, followed by screams. One round, two rounds, three rounds, four rounds, five rounds. The gunfire stopped for a moment, and after the white smoke, we could see
The enemy's shadow was unclear. The Ming army's spearmen lined up and swarmed close to the fence.
Before the smoke cleared, Zhu Yongxing saw several spears piercing through the gaps in the fence. The Qing army, driven out of their minds by pressure, finally attacked.
"Kill!" the Ming army spearmen roared and thrust out their spears. The tip of the spear pierced the flesh, and the screams suddenly pierced the eardrums.
With the spears fired, the soldiers from both sides fought across the fence. The white smoke dispersed, and what Zhu Yongxing saw was the densely packed Qing army. His eyes flashed with a complex look of fear, despair and madness. One fell, and the others followed.
He came up, stepped on his companion's body, and thrust the weapon in his hand forward regardless of whether he was dead or injured.
Countless stones flew up from behind the Ming army's formation, broke through the rain curtain, crossed the fence, and hit the Qing army's heads. One batch after another, blocking the continuity of the Qing army's attacking team. The corpses in front of the fence continued to pile up, and the Qing army continued to pile up.
The troops are still coming up, stepping on the piles of corpses and attacking desperately.