The sound of dense footsteps sounded from the other end of Baozhou West Street, obviously there were a lot of people.
Zhang Hongfan looked back and ordered the messenger: "Go and ask which troops are coming to help, and ask them to block the north gate. Don't let Zhang Hongdao escape."
"Here!"
The messenger received the military order, quickly rushed towards the soldiers and horses, and shouted from a distance: "The commander-in-chief asks whose subordinates you are?!"
"puff."
A hail of arrows had already been fired in this direction, attacking the thousand Mongolian warriors led by Zhang Hongfan, and also shot the messenger soldier to the ground.
"Array up! Kill through!"
There were waves of orders coming from the soldiers and horses who had just arrived, and they immediately formed a formation to kill these Mongolian cowards.
From time to time, you can still hear a school general shouting inside to boost morale.
"Street fighting, street fighting. Don't let these Mongolian soldiers escape and cause trouble."
"First make meritorious service, then you can change your appearance..."
These sounds fell into Zhang Hongfan's ears from far away, and they actually sounded very familiar to him.
After all, they are all old members of the Zhang family that he knows, and they are still close to each other.
"Uncle Thirteen?"
Zhang Hongfan was furious, pushed away the two soldiers, and shouted in the direction of the general who was leading the troops: "It's too dark, you recognized the wrong person, why don't you go back?!"
He was answered by waves of shouts, which were uneven at first.
"We surrendered to the Tang Dynasty!"
"This is what the old marshal meant. We have surrendered to the Tang Dynasty."
"Opposing slogans, opposing slogans..."
After that, the voices gradually became more uniform.
"Return to my holy dynasty and restore my Han family!"
Once these soldiers shouted in unison, their momentum became stronger and stronger.
And a thousand Mongolian warriors were blocked in this long street for street fighting, which was not a fighting style they were good at.
The fighting here is still going on, and new shouts are coming from a distance.
First coming from the north, then from the south, the shouts from all directions finally converged, forming a siege to the area of Zhongxiang Garden.
"Return to my holy dynasty and restore my Han family!"
"..."
Zhang Hongfan frowned unwillingly and ordered: "Retreat! Retreat to the south of the city."
As the marshal of the Mongolian and Han armies, he still had far more soldiers and horses in the city than the rebels.
It's a pity that he made a mistake tonight. He initially thought he was going to "find" the traitors, thinking that there were only a few traitors, but he didn't expect to encounter such a large-scale defection.
This prevented him from mobilizing more troops earlier, and he was now passive.
What needs to be done now is to calm down and then go back to deploy troops to quell the rebellion.
But at this moment, Zhang Hongfan had more doubts and worries in his heart.
He was thinking, how did Zhang Wulang survive? Why did Zhang Shiyilang say before that he had killed Zhang Wulang?
~~
Most of the night has passed.
No fire was seen in the city, and there was not much chaos.
If everything that happened in Baozhou tonight was regarded as a war, it was not intense. But for Zhang Hongfan, it became more and more dangerous.
"stop!"
After hurriedly leading his troops to retreat to the bell tower in the south, Zhang Hongfan suddenly stopped and his whole body trembled.
He raised his telescope and tried his best to scan the city wall in front of him.
"No, no...this is not the defense I arranged."
Others could not notice it, but Zhang Hongfan discovered that the position of the flags on the city wall was different from what he had arranged in the evening.
And the distance between campfires.
The whole feeling is different.
Zhang Hongfan sniffed, inhaling the cold air and the smell of blood into his nose.
He was still trying to figure out whether the smell of blood was just left behind, or whether a mutiny had already occurred nearby.
"Commander-in-Chief?" someone asked from the front, and then the light of torches came towards this direction.
"Commander, the commander-in-chief is back!"
"Brother Ninth?! What happened?"
As the shouts in Mongolian rang out, a group of people quickly came over, their armors clanking as they ran.
There was no sound of stepping on the snow, because there was no snow on the street, because many people had run through here not long ago.
"Eleventh Lang? Is that you?"
"It's me, who rebelled? Did Jia Wenbei rebel?"
In the light of the torch, Zhang Hongfan could already see Zhang Hongqing.
"Yes, Jia Wenbei has rebelled." He said, "Quickly mobilize your troops and follow me to put down the rebellion."
Zhang Hongqing did not turn around and go back to mobilize troops, but continued to move forward and asked: "Brother Ninth, are you injured?"
Suddenly, Zhang Hongfan grabbed a small ax from the soldier beside him and threw it towards Zhang Hongqing.
"kill him!"
The ax hit Zhang Hongqing's shoulder armor with a loud "dang" sound and sparks flying everywhere.
Zhang Hongqing screamed like a wild cat that had been stepped on. He fell to the ground and rolled twice in pain, his shoulders covered in blood.
"Ah! Ah!"
"Kill him! Kill him..."
When Zhang Hongqing stood up again, one arm was already dangling, as if it was about to break.
"Commander! Marshal!"
"Quick! Kill Lao Jiu!"
Zhang Hongqing looked ferocious, screaming in pain at one moment and yelling at his generals at the next.
"There is also Wu Gudai. I want his head to be decapitated. Go quickly! Go quickly..."
~~
"Go quickly! Find the king!"
Zhang Hongfan was still running around. He did not have time to analyze the cause and effect for the time being, and he was not sure which generals in the city were trustworthy. Therefore, he decided to go to Wu Gudai first.
The Mongolian coward Xue Qianhu Jiawa had begun to question Zhang Hongfan's ability to command troops. It was only because he was not familiar with Baozhou City that he was willing to continue to listen to Zhang Hongfan's orders.
They rushed eastward again, but before they saw the Lotus Pond Courtyard, there was suddenly another shower of arrows in front of them.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
"Zhang Hongfan is here!"
Many soldiers fell again.
"Shi Qi?"
Zhang Hongfan quickly recognized which troop this was, and it turned out to be two thousand historians' troops captured on the banks of the Tang River.
These people had originally been stripped of their armor and weapons, but now they were wearing armor and holding bows.
"Gawa!" Zhang Hongfan shouted: "Let's fight over and join the king!"
"Kill it..."
The shining snow in the night finally turned into blood.
When Zhang Hongfan finally fought his way out and arrived in front of the Lotus Pond Courtyard, he was stunned.
As far as the eye could see, there was only a mess on the ground.
The originally exquisite carved railings and paintings were burned to charcoal and piled into fire piles, surrounded by countless horse dung.
But Wu Gudai and his soldiers and horses could not be seen at all.
"Where is the king?"
"there!"
Jawa raised his hand and pointed eastward, shouting: "The king is going over there, do you hear that?!"
There were indeed killing cries coming from the east.
They were far away, so they couldn't hear clearly, but it was certain that that was where the battle was going to be fiercest tonight.
"Let's go!" Jawa said: "We will break out with the king."
…
The sky is slightly bright.
There are corpses everywhere in front of Baozhou Dongcheng Gate.
The injured people and horses fell to the ground, screaming and neighing, creating a purgatory-like scene. It can be seen that Wu Gudai was willing to do whatever it took to escape from Baozhou City.
Wu Gudai was also lucky. When he discovered something was wrong in the city, he led his troops out of the city as soon as possible.
But by the time Zhang Hongfan arrived, the rebels had already occupied the east gate.
The rebels have even set up a Tang flag.
Gawa led the troops and turned to Dongcheng Street, and what they saw was the closed city gate.
He was still unwilling to give in and shouted: "Kill out!"
"You can't escape!" Zhang Hongfan grabbed Jiawa's horse rope and shouted: "You can't escape. Follow me to suppress the rebellion, and you still have a chance to defend Baozhou..."
"Go away!" Gava was still shouting and ordering the remaining Mongolian warriors to charge.
"I am the marshal of the Mongolian and Han armies! I order you to calm down!"
"Get away from me, you Han, I want to go back to the grassland!"
Gava waved his machete and forced Zhang Hongfan back.
He would not fight against the Tang army to defend Baozhou City. He stayed here to drive the Han people from the Central Plains to fight and defend the Central Plains with the lives of the Central Plains people.
Even if he couldn't hold it, he could retreat to the vast and lush prairie.
He galloped towards the closed city gate, showing no attachment to the city.
"Changshengtian! Bless your people!"
"Swish, swish, swish..."
Gawa fell off his horse and fell into a pool of blood.
Soon, someone came forward to snatch his head, and smashed his neck with a "puff puff".
On the other side of the long street, Zhang Hongfan, who was surrounded by only a hundred remaining soldiers and fled into the city, felt extremely disappointed.
In fact, Kublai Khan, whom he was loyal to, could escape back to the grassland at any time.
The people he is loyal to will not fight with him at all.
Disappointed, Zhang Hongfan looked back and saw a general's flag on the east city gate.
On the general's flag, the word "Dong" looked so dazzling in the morning sun.
There is no turning back.
~~
Throughout the night, he ran away again and again and was betrayed again and again. Zhang Hongfan could still calm down.
He already figured out what was going on.
"Second sister? It's the second sister..."
In retrospect, Zhang Wenwan clearly heard that he wanted to kill Zhang Wulang that day in Zhang's study.
When he chased him to the backyard, Zhang Wenwan had already handed the news to one of the passing maids.
Afterwards, the news came from Jingjie and was handed to Zhang Wulang.
Therefore, Zhang Wulang had already taken precautions and was not booby-trapped...
Thinking of this, Zhang Hongfan suddenly thought of Zhang Shiyilang rubbing his neck, so he could imagine the scene of Zhang Wulang putting a knife on Zhang Shiyilang's neck to force him to surrender.
Why can Zhang Wulang do this?
Because everyone is helping him.
Zhang Erlang deliberately lied. He clearly gave the old tiger talisman to Zhang Wulang, but deliberately said that it was in Jia Wen's place.
"wrong."
Zhang Hongfan suddenly murmured: "Jia Wenbei hasn't surrendered yet, and the old tiger talisman has never been in Jia Wenbei's hands... Let's go! Find Li Ting, Jia Wenbei."
He finally cheered up, thinking that Li Ting and Jia Wenbei were at least more reliable than Wu Gudai.
"Ha." Zhang Hongfan even pretended to smile relaxedly and said to the bodyguard beside him: "You shouldn't come to Wu Gudai, you should go and meet Li Ting earlier."
…
A human head hung on a long pole appeared in front of Zhang Hongfan.
"Li Ting?"
Zhang Hongfan pursed his bloodless lips, turned his head and looked around, unable to find a way out.
He saw under the long pole, Jia Wenbei was riding towards this side.
"Jia Zhongwu? Have you also rebelled? Don't you remember His Majesty's great kindness to you?!"
"A great favor?"
Jia Wenbei was very angry. He kicked the horse in the belly and rushed towards Zhang Hongfan.
"Zhang Jiu, do you know that I have been leading troops to guard Wanjuan Tower all night?!"
"do not come!"
"If anything goes wrong in Wanjuan Tower, my father will rise from his grave and kill you!"
The sound of shouting came over him, and Jia Wenbei was obviously filled with anger and resentment that he wanted to vent.
Zhang Hongfan, however, refused to say any more to him, turned around and ran away.
"Let's go! Breakout!"
~~
In the other direction, Zhang Hongdao was also coming quickly, with an anxious look on his face.
"Commander, look."
Looking up, Zhang Hongdao saw Dong Wenyong's soldiers and horses to the east quickly surrounding the streets and alleys.
He frowned slightly and ordered: "Go quickly and capture Zhang Hongfan."
"Commander." Someone stepped forward and reminded Zhang Hongdao in a low voice: "I'm afraid you can't save him, forget it?"
"I didn't want to save..."
Zhang Hongdao turned around and shouted lowly. Halfway through his words, he stopped and muttered something instead.
"Now that things have been put in order, the returning tiger will pay homage to the Dragon Court."
This is Zhang Hongfan's poem. Now reading it, Zhang Hongdao feels like he has robbed his younger brother of his ambition...