Wang Dechen stood in the heavy rain and looked up, holding the knife in his hand, and shouted: "Let's go!"
There was no sound of drums or horns, military orders were passed out one after another, and five thousand elite Mongolian troops quietly climbed towards Qisheng Gate in the northwest of Diaoyu City.
The mountain road was slippery and difficult to walk, but Wang Dechen walked in front without saying a word.
After reaching the mountainside, every time he took a step, he had to tie the rope tied around his waist to the big rock next to him. Only when he stood firm as he walked up did the soldiers behind him untie the rope and throw it towards him.
When weather like this hits the mountains, it will naturally be miserable.
But in Wang Dechen's opinion, this rain is a God-given opportunity.
On a heavy rainy day, the Song army on the mountain must be relaxed, and they would never expect that he would attack the mountain...
After marching for a long time, at the third watch of the day, the Mongolian army finally climbed to a slightly wider place on the mountain to rest.
Wang Dechen wiped the rain off his head and ordered in a stern tone: "Zhao Chongxi, Yahu, you lead the troops to attack Qisheng Gate; Shi Moshuhu, you and I will follow up with most of the ladders."
"yes."
"Tonight, I will capture the fishing city for the Great Khan."
After the discussion was completed, Zhao Chongxi immediately climbed up.
Although Zhao Chongxi's surname is Zhao, he is actually a descendant of Xisiluo. His ancestors once attached themselves to the Song Dynasty and were given the surname Zhao, and later surrendered to Mongolia.
Zhao Chongxi was very skilled and once served as a bodyguard for Kuo Duan. Later, he was rewarded to Wang Dechen and promoted to a capable general by Wang Dechen.
He was very good at climbing cliffs and was known as the "Gecko" in the army.
During the days of attacking Diaoyu City, Wang Dechen asked him to select people from the army who were good at mountaineering to form a surprise army of a hundred people.
The reason was this night's surprise attack.
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In the heavy rain, Zhao Chongxi and Lahu led more than a hundred people to climb over the wet rocks and looked up. Sure enough, in the rainy night, the Song army had no soldiers guarding the city on top.
"good chance."
Zhao Chongxi grinned and started climbing the city wall without using a rope ladder.
He really looks like a gecko, with a dangerous temperament all over him.
Finally, Zhao Chongxi moved his fingers up the cracks in the rock and touched the battlements of Qisheng Gate in Diaoyu City...
Behind Qisheng Gate is Majun Village.
It is called "horse army". In fact, there are no cavalry on the mountain city. It is named because the mountain is shaped like a saddle.
Majun Village is a Tujia village. Its ancestors are Ba people. They have lived here for generations, fishing and farming. They live next to the Han people. Their language and customs are almost the same as those of the Han people.
At that time, Yu Jie followed the advice of brothers Ran Jing and Ran Pu to build Diaoyu City. The Ran brothers went up to the mountain many times and persuaded Ma Junzhai, agreeing to let the Song army go up the mountain to garrison and farm and live together with the village soldiers to ensure peace.
The Song army brought a large amount of materials and farming technology, and Ma Junzhai also helped the Song army defend against the enemy.
Fifteen years have passed, and the defenders of Majun Village and Diaoyu City have become like a family.
The current leader of the village, whose Chinese name is "Luo Wangshan", is both Wang Jian's subordinate and Wang Jian's friend.
On this rainy night, Luo Wangshan's rheumatism-induced leg pain was severe. Sitting in the cave room, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
"Tomorrow, you take the two children to live in the inner city. I have made an agreement with General Wang." He said this for no reason.
"Not going."
Luo Wangshan's wife Aji responded in a crisp voice: "Where are you, where am I."
"Alas." Luo Wangshan sighed: "Not only you ladies, but also the women and children in the village have to move in. Only then can the men safely defend the city."
"Then move," Aji said, "but I'll stay with you."
She was guarding the bedside to prevent the two children from falling off the bed. The four-year-old boy and the two-year-old girl.
"If one day the Tatars break through the city wall..."
Aji didn't wait for Luo Wangshan to say anything, and turned around and said: "Attack it. It's our mountain. If you have the ability, then climb up. As a woman, I can also lift stones and kill these Tatars."
Her name means "rock foot". Her mother had difficulty in giving birth to her. She fell to the ground when she went down to the foot of Diaoyu Mountain, but she was forced to give birth to her.
Aji, like her name and her mother, is very strong. She can turn over the ground for a whole day with a hoe, and she can carry a big fish up the mountain.
She didn't know what the Mongol Khan or the more than 100,000 Mongolian troops were, but she wasn't afraid.
"My ancestors have lived here for generations. If I run to the inner city tomorrow and follow others to Wuling in the future, I won't go anywhere."
Luo Wangshan sighed deeply when he saw his wife like this.
There was something he didn't say.
Due to the heavy rain today, the Mongolian army did not attack the city. He had some free time and ran to the old priest in the village to perform a divination.
"It's a big disaster... The ancestor god said that this is a sign of a big disaster. If the leader of the village continues to help the Song people defend it, the entire village will be destroyed!"
At that time, the priest stared at Luo Wangshan, his whole body trembling.
"Master of the village, everyone will die... Surrender."
Throughout the whole day, Luo Wangshan could not forget this prophecy, and that was why he had this conversation with his wife tonight.
He has believed in the Lord God for generations...but now he trusts Wang Jian even more, and only hopes to move the old, weak, women and children away from Majun Village.
Thinking about this alone, Luo Wangshan stood up, walked to the bed, took his little daughter's lotus-like arm, and rubbed his beard, making her giggle.
"Dad, I want it too, and I want to ride a big horse."
"well."
Luo Wangshan carried his son on his back and said to Aji: "If you want to stay, I can't force you. But when the weather clears, first let the people in the village..."
The next moment, a scream came from afar.
Luo Wangshan was still bending over to embrace his son, and suddenly turned his head to look to the west.
The stone house was still peaceful, but roars could be heard in the distance.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack..."
"Protect the cub!"
The child in his hand was put down, and Luo Wangshan rushed out.
He rushed into the rain, the priest's words still echoing in his mind.
"Death...Death..."
The sound of rain, screams, and divination were all confused in his mind.
"Death is the end!"
Luo Wangshan roared loudly, his eyes widened, and finally felt calm. He took the sword from the villagers and strode towards the city wall...
On this rainy night, it is true that there were no Song troops guarding the city walls, but there were many soldiers and civilians of Majunzhai stationed under the city wall on guard duty.
After Zhao Chongxi climbed up the city wall, he still alarmed these people.
What Zhao Chongxi had to do was to get more people to the city as soon as possible, kill the soldiers and civilians of Majun Village, and seize the Qisheng Gate.
Time is tight, for both parties.
"Tiger! Kill him!"
"Others, take them to the city!"
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"Quick! Climb the city!"
Wang Dechen shouted hoarse and threw the rope ladder in his hand upwards.
When the Mongolian soldiers saw that their general was acting like this, they followed suit one after another.
At the top of the Qisheng Gate, Zhao Chongxi had led his elite men to climb onto the city gate and shouted orders hurriedly.
He took the rope ladder and tied it firmly on the top of the city.
"Come! You can come up now!"
The morale of the Mongolian troops was greatly boosted, and they climbed up one after another.
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Shi Mo Shuhu was already excited. He pulled hard on the rope ladder, which was tied very firmly.
So, after his soldiers climbed up, Shi Mo Shu Hu bit his scimitar and climbed up the rope ladder.
Standing at the city gate, I saw that the soldiers and civilians of Ma Junzhai were awakened in the city, shouting and rushing towards them, and Lahu was leading people to surround and kill them.
After such a glance, Shimo Shuhu was overjoyed and shouted: "Seize the door!"
He rushed down the city stairs first and strode towards Qisheng Gate.
"Stop Meng Tatar!"
More than ten soldiers of the Song Dynasty were originally on guard duty in the doorway to take shelter from the rain, and they all raised their swords to greet him.
Shi Mo Shu stepped on the stagnant water and mud with his tiger feet, rushed to a Song soldier, and cut him off with his scimitar.
He was a Khitan, the same clan as Shi Mojian. After the death of Jin, he surrendered to the Mongolian army with his clan since he was a child. He lived to be more than thirty years old, and spent the past twenty years on the battlefield.
The Song Bing in front of him was just a young man, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a dark complexion and simple eyes.
"Children who plow the fields." This thought came to Shi Mo Shuhu's mind with a bit of ridicule.
The simple young man from the Song Army was chopped down with a sword, unable to resist and died under the sword.
"Kill it!"
The Mongolian army rushed forward.
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"Cackle, cluck..."
Wang Dechen's eyes widened.
His eyes passed through the rain curtain and through the dark night, and he could faintly see the Qisheng Gate slowly opening in front of him.
Nearly five months...finally.
"Enter the city!" Wang Dechen was so excited that his whole body trembled.
"Enter the city!"
"Master! The city gate is broken! The city gate is broken..."
"Quick! Please ask General Wang for support!" Luo Wangshan shouted, but did not retreat and continued to rush forward.
"All the men in Majun Village, follow me to kill the enemy!"
Luo Wangshan had forgotten the divination, and had also forgotten that some villagers had told him that in the event of a battle, the officers and soldiers should go forward first.
He had only one thought...to take back the city gate and hold it.
Unlike Wang Jian who wanted to serve the country, he never thought of serving the imperial court.
This is his home. The robbers have come in and must be driven out...that's all.
At the foot of Diaoyu Mountain, the camp is to the west.
The rain was still falling, and a line of soldiers stood outside a tent, forming a circle around the tent.
These soldiers were all wearing Mongolian armor and pursed their lips tightly.
They have a strange temperament, like...deliberate silence, which makes people feel uncomfortable at first sight.
Inside the tent, Shi Ji and Shi Zhang were whispering.
"Are we going to do it tonight?"
"Tonight is the only chance. Too many people here know Shi Ji. As soon as daybreak comes, we will be exposed."
"I have an idea... How about we change the plan and attack Meng Ge?"
"No, it can't be done."
"How about taking a chance?"
"I said that this is the last resort. I also said that I must go to Diaoyu City."
"I don't understand why we have to go to Diaoyu City."
"I must understand the direction of the situation in order to master it..."
Halfway through their words, the two of them suddenly stopped and turned to look outside the tent.
Through the tent, they clearly heard the sound of horse hooves coming from the heavy rain.
Immediately afterwards, there was shouting in Mongolian...