The fire in the south of Yunding City has been extinguished. The soldiers first cleaned up the battlefield outside the west wall, and then were transferred to the south of the city to clean up the ruins. It was a busy scene.
Yi Qing walked up to the tower and saw Kong Xian sitting there in trance, murmuring.
"Li Xia...Li Feiyu..."
Yi Qing clasped his fists and said: "General Kong. I heard that there will be a celebration banquet in the evening. During this war, how can there be such free time..."
Kong Xian turned around and took a look.
Yi Qing was a tall and thick man, with a beard all over his face, the roots of which were like iron. Because he had not been washed much for many years, it was almost caked with blood and dust.
When Xiao Shixian was alive, one of the rare witticisms he said was "Yi Qing, your beard can be used as a face shield." Now that Xiao Shixian is gone, Kong Xian also regards Yi Qing as his brother.
"It's good to reward the soldiers," Kong Xiandao said, "Zhixian Li does things differently from a rough guy like you. He is careful and can see that the morale of the soldiers is low."
"Kill the foreigners and protect your hometown. Who dares not to try his best? A few whips will do the trick."
"After all, after so many years of defense, the situation has not improved. Even the generals have defected." Kong Xiandao said, "The human heart is not made of stone."
Yi Qing knew that he had nothing to say about this kind of thing, so he stopped talking and asked: "General, what are you doing here? The wind is strong and it will blow your wound open again."
"Wait for Li Zhixian to come."
"Where has he gone? General, you have to wait."
"Go and check the wells and pools in the city to see if they have been poisoned. The civil servants are very attentive. They are too attentive to accept it."
On Yunding Mountain, the Song army dug eighteen wells and thirty-two pools. It sounds simple, but digging wells in high mountains is naturally difficult.
The defenders had the tenacity to endure hardships and stand hard work, but Kong Xian was not confident that he could lead them to break the situation, which made him feel very ashamed.
Yao Shixian's incident was actually a huge blow to him. In the past, he felt that it was right to take the overall situation into consideration, but now he began to doubt himself constantly, and the feeling of shame always lingered in his heart, and every little thing could touch him.
Yi Qing said: "How did I hear that Li Zhixian didn't take the imperial examination? He came back from the north for meritorious service. He should be our military attache. It has spread to Wu Xinjun that he is in the north..."
"I know." Kong Xiandao: "This kind of wisdom is not something ordinary military officers can have."
He pointed to the warehouse in front of him and said: "Zhang Wei escaped and did not find the military register or the grain register in Yao Shi'an. Li Xia then guessed that the Mongols were going to attack our grain and grass. He will move the grain and grass away within two days.
It also strengthened the defense on the west side...you and I couldn't have imagined this."
Yi Qing said: "But I don't understand. Even if the warehouse is empty, why should the Mongols be let in to burn it?"
"It will always be useful to let others miscalculate our provisions."
As Kong Xian spoke, he thought of what Li Xia said at that time.
"Today, the Mongolian army has no flaws, just like there are no bones in an egg. But we have to be patient and incubate. When the eggs hatch, the chicks will always be able to find the bones. And every bit of information error may be a small
crack……"
At that time, Li Xia said, and with a "click" sound, he cracked the last egg in the city, peeled it and ate it.
Kong Xian appreciated this kind of calmness and composure, and no longer felt the dissatisfaction he felt when they first met.
Unknowingly, he was willing to let Li Xia arrange the defense of the mountain city.
After waiting for a while, all the generals in the mountain city came over after finishing their work, and Li Xia also arrived. Everyone looked at the terrain at the bottom of the mountain, laid out the map, and discussed the next arrangements.
Kong Xian was the commander-in-chief, and he was the first to speak: "Let's talk about the movements of the Mongolian army first. I saw that most of Niulin has moved westward. The number of Mongolian troops left behind may be between three and five thousand."
As if he was talking to Li Xia specifically, Kong Xian pointed to the terrain in the distance and said: "Going down the mountain from Yunding City, the soldiers and horses can only take the mountain road to the north, and the Mongolian army camp is stationed near the Dongyue Temple in the north.
If we want to climb down from the steep slopes and cliffs, there are also small groups of Mongolian cavalry who are scouting around..."
Marching and fighting is different from ordinary traveling. They carry armor, weapons, and food. And when climbing down steep slopes and cliffs, only a few people can climb down slowly. Once discovered by the Mongolian army, they will fall into a passive position.
Yi Qing said: "We have six thousand people. How about we kill them down the mountain and eat this Mongolian Tatar?"
Kong Xian shook his head and said: "The Mongolian army will not fight us at the foot of the mountain."
He took out the military flags from the deduction and laid them out on the map.
"The Mongolian cavalry will disperse. What should we do at this time? If we rush to Chengdu, how many troops will be divided? How many people will stay in Yunding City? After leaving, the Mongolian cavalry will harass and weaken us all the way until we are exhausted and then overwhelm us.
Now that the Mongolian cavalry has blocked the road, they cannot inquire about the fighting situation in Chengdu. Even if they can reach Chengdu, who knows if Niulin will go to war with Pu Shuai at that time?
If it weren't for the fierce battle between the two sides, thousands of infantrymen would charge into the field and would only be eaten by the cavalry. By then, our entire army would be wiped out, Yunding City would also be lost, and Commander Pu would have no support."
When Kong Xian said this, he recalled that three years ago, Lu Da led 5,000 troops and 20,000 rebels to support Chengdu.
They fought out with high spirits. At the peak of their vigor, the Mongolian army did not engage in a decisive battle with them. They kept on attacking, using their light cavalry to fire arrows, cutting off the food routes and blocking the way out.
In the end, 25,000 people fell to the ground like a bruised and exhausted bear, and were cut apart by the hunter's knives.
After hearing this, Nie Zhongyou was silent for a moment, inevitably feeling a little discouraged.
He knew that Li Xia had persuaded Pu Zhezhi to lead his army to Yunding City, but Pu Zhezhi chose to defend Yunding City as horns of each other. Now it seems that this plan of mutual horns is simply impossible to realize.
"How about sending people to break out of the encirclement and asking Marshal Pu to lead his army back to Yunding City?"
Li Xia shook his head and said: "The food and grass in the city cannot supply an army of 30,000 people."
"For today's plan." Kong Xian nodded and said, "What does Li Zhixian think of it?"
At this point in the discussion, there was once again the feeling of "always winning the battle but the situation keeps deteriorating", but only Li Xia remained calm.
"To sum up, the difficulty lies in the initiative. Infantry vs. cavalry, the initiative always lies in the hands of the cavalry. They can fight whenever they want. It is up to them to decide when and where to fight. This is not possible, it should be up to us.
Decide."
As Li Xia spoke, the leader of the military discussion gradually changed from Kong Xian to him.
"Infantry has the advantage of infantry. It may not move slower than cavalry, but it must combine the terrain, mountains and water..."
The young man in the tower was moving his fingers on the map. The clouds were rolling in the sky, and the white clouds were slowly turning golden.
At night, a celebration banquet was held as scheduled in Yunding City.:.
There was no alcohol in the mountain city, so the soldiers just sat around eating some food, listening to Wu Xinjun talk about things outside Yunding City, and talking about the depression of guarding the isolated city alone.
Pifon received some reward money, but had nowhere to spend it, so he had to keep it in his arms. He didn't feel that he loved money as much as before.
He just sat there holding the steamed bun and eating it. After finishing the steamed bun, he picked at the dirt between his fingernails, as if he could never get rid of it.
"General Ma is here, let him tell his story."
Coming over was Ma Jiu, a general of Wu Xin's army.
Ma Jiu was born with a round face, small eyes, and sparse beard. He did not have the majesty of a general. His smile made people feel very close to him.
"What can you say? I have said everything that needs to be said. The generals know that you are tired of fighting for so many years, but the enemy will not retreat, so we can only keep fighting."
Ma Jiu smiled, swept the broken table, and sat down on it.
The table was made by soldiers sawing wooden nails, and it kept shaking. Ma Jiu didn't take it seriously, and said with a smile: "But General Kong said that after the battle is over, we will find a theater troupe to put on a show for everyone to see."
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Pifeng couldn't help but raise his head, his eyes a little bright.
On days like this, a small drama can become a big expectation for him.
"Can I play "Mu Lian Saves Her Mother"? I saw it when I was a child, and it was really good."
Ma Jiu smiled and said: "Why don't you just follow the big guys' orders? I really want to see it."
Pifon couldn't help but ask: "How many plays are there?"
"Well, we'll be singing for three to five days." Ma Jiu put his foot down on the table. Seeing that the table was shaking more and more, he put it down again.
A group of soldiers were laughing and joking, and another one said: "General Mabu, can you tell us about Li Zhixian and General Nie in the north?"
"Just tell me, the Northland is different from ours." Ma Jiu sighed: "The place under Meng Tatar's rule is really..."
Pifeng had long forgotten to pick his fingers and just stared at Ma Jiu blankly.
Under the moonlight, Ma Jiu's round head swayed along with the broken table, seeming to have knocked Pifeng out... We provide you with the fastest update of the Final Song Dynasty, Chapter 341 Initiative for free reading.:.