Chapter 419: The battle of the heart comes first and the army is defeated like a mountain (Part 2)
Soldiers have no permanent momentum, water has no permanent shape, and the way of war is ever-changing. The so-called military morale is often not so simple to grasp, but if we really want to quantify and summarize it, there are actually many things that are universal enough.
From ancient times to the present, when large armies fight, what really makes the army collapse has never been a physical blow. A person's consciousness is coerced by the will of millions of people. What he thinks has never been the focus. What really determines victory or defeat is often
If everyone's views on the entire group can be summarized and an average value is taken, it will be the strength of the army.
Strict training, everyone around you has a strong physique, a reason not to retreat, strict military regulations, and every drill with prohibitions. In the end, all these things are actually added to people's hearts.
A bargaining chip means "we are strong" and "we will never retreat". The heavier the bargaining chip, the stronger the army will be. The so-called military morale is such a simple thing in the end, and to achieve it, it requires countless efforts.
The people in Liangshan were originally an army with such a belief when they came down from the mountain. However, their "strong" understanding did not come from training and military regulations, but from watching the enemy's fear in every robbery and killing.
Gradually, when the Wu Dynasty was experiencing internal and external troubles, friends from all over the world gathered together, giving everyone a sense of confidence that the general trend was inevitable. Unfortunately, this confidence that Shandong had no rivals was really suppressed.
Too many hidden dangers.
When these things were detonated at once within a few days and the killings started on the battlefield, not many people thought they would retreat. They were still eager to win, eager to win. Unfortunately, the so-called military morale has never been about this. It lies in when the other side shouts
When such rumors come, everyone will think "impossible" or "possible".
The psychology that is only separated by a thin line, when united into a military spirit, determines the fate of millions of lives.
The sun shone on the clouds, making the afternoon scene brighter. On Zhujiazhuang, the shouts of killing continued and never stopped. The shouting in the village continued excitedly, and groups of people rushed up the stone wall, and then
He was killed again. Only the middle and high-level generals in Liangshan could understand that the casualties on their side were continuing to increase, and as time passed, the fighting spirit of the Liangshan soldiers continued to decrease.
In just one hour, the number of casualties on Liangshan's side was probably close to 3,000. This was a huge damage caused by the desperate attack by many leaders on Liangshan. Countless flags rushed over and were pressed back.
The stone wall in Zhujiazhuang is becoming stronger and taller in the eyes of everyone in Liangshan.
By this time, the rate of casualties on Liangshan's side had begun to slow down. When the initial frenzy passed, amidst the constant shouting inside, the morale of the soldiers was shaken and morale dropped. After groups of brothers who rushed up the stone wall were drowned,
, the soldiers who were charging forward were somewhat hesitant, and even some small and medium-sized leaders began to weigh whether withdrawing their troops was the right path. No one thought that 15,000 people would end up fighting a war of attrition against 3,000 people.
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"What's there to say! Didn't you know this from the beginning! If we can't defeat Zhuangzi, we won't be able to go back!" On one side of the battlefield, Lu Zhishen bandaged his wound, raised his Zen staff, and began to organize the next wave of attacks.
Attacking, he was already killing until his eyes were red at this moment, "The one who leads the attack will follow Sajia again!"
On the other side, Lin Chong and other generals also continued to encourage their men. When brothers or subordinates who were familiar with the mountain came over hesitantly and asked whether they should retain their strength and whether the higher-ups would want to retreat after the fight was like this. But this was also the case.
The leader who had opposed the strong attack to some extent before Song Jiang launched his mobilization chose the most resolute attack at this time.
The morale of the army is in chaos. If someone comes to ask them, they may be able to suppress it. But in such a military formation, I don’t know how many people may have such thoughts in their hearts but are unwilling to say them out. That is
question.
But when the bow was opened, there was no turning back.
For the people in Liangshan, they are enduring the huge casualties that are constantly accumulating, and feeling the collapse of military morale and the wavering of morale. This is an extremely huge pressure. But for the people of Zhujiazhuang, a mere three thousand people can withstand such a situation.
Attack after wave, even if the Liangshan soldiers' combat power has been reduced to an outrageous level, they will never be without pressure. Casualties are also accumulated on their heads. The attacking party,
No matter what, there are still tens of thousands of people who can continue a saturated offensive, but the defending side also needs to be saturated.
When they cannot maintain their saturated defense, the real opportunity will come.
Ning Yi, who is in Zhujiazhuang and has been guarded by a shield, can also clearly feel this. The wounded and dead who are constantly being carried out, the women in the Zhuangzi and the cries of Xiao will also make the anxious mood
It spread to everyone's heart, and some people even rushed over and cried and asked: "Where is the imperial army! Where is the imperial army!"
Zhu Biao and others have been cheering up the people in Zhuangzi: "You have seen it! These bastards in Liangshan are getting weaker and weaker! They can hardly fight anymore! If we hold on today, they will die——"
The people in Liangshan are indeed getting weaker and weaker, but the charge led by the leader cannot be underestimated. Ning Yi has already separated the crossbows around him into two groups, specifically to deal with these elite chargers, and at the same time, various shoutings that have been arranged before are also
He continued to play a role, but as for how the war situation would develop, and how far Liangshan's people would hold up before collapsing, he actually couldn't tell because of his lack of actual combat experience.
The biggest disadvantage is that there are many hills above Liangshan. However, when many of the leaders on the opposite side still retain their sense, they are able to maintain the control of their opponents at a baseline and continue to use their own charm to lead some of their subordinates to attack.
At this time, if a certain big leader really switches sides on the battlefield, it may be possible to decide the direction of the war. Unfortunately, even though many people can see that Liangshan may be defeated, he still can't let them simply surrender.
If they give the other side such confidence, at most they will choose to conserve their strength, then withdraw their troops and run away.
The scheming that can be played. At this time, the scheming has been finished. Ning Yi led the people to run around the village. He tried his best to fill the loopholes that he could see and fight back the attacks one after another. At the same time, when the battle situation has reached a fever pitch,
Something was happening quietly in the cells in Zhujiazhuang. Several men imprisoned here had already used the prepared tools to open the door locks of the cells.
In the past few days, Ning Yi has given tasks to the prisoners who were released. After they have completed their tasks, they can come back and accept Zhujiazhuang's asylum. Of course, such asylum will not immediately treat them as guests, but they will still be detained.
In the cell, he was given some good food and drink, and dealt with after the war to avoid any accidents. It was also because of this model. Before that, Wu Yong deliberately selected some people and returned to Zhujiazhuang to prepare for counterinsurgency.
Just when Zhujiazhuang had no time to take care of itself, and even the cell guards were no longer enough, they cleared the obstacles and quietly rushed out of the cell.
What greeted them was chaos and smoke from all sides. Zhuangzi was like an isolated island in the rain, constantly swaying under the huge offensive...
The still burning firewood fell down from the stone wall.
Zhang Shun rolled on the ground, passed over a half-burnt corpse, and rushed towards the crowd on the side.
"Brother Zhang..."
"superior--"
During the attack, Zhang Shun shouted at the top of his lungs. He also knew the little leader who led the attack. As Zhang Shun shouted, he grabbed the ladder and rushed up. Zhang Shun followed closely. However, before he climbed to the stone wall,
Blood flew out from above, and a spear pierced the little leader's body, stabbing him down. Several villagers from Zhujiazhuang appeared above, and one person stabbed down with the blood-stained spearhead, and Zhang
Shun swung his knife to block, but when he saw more people coming, he had no choice but to go back.
The sea of soldiers intertwined, and the point where Liangshan chose to attack was constantly changing. Zhang Shun ran in the battle formation. Not long after, he joined Yang Zhi, grabbed an opportunity, set up three long ladders, and led his men
The soldiers stormed up. They killed several people on the city wall and gathered a dozen brothers. When they saw Zhu Biao leading people to kill them, they immediately gave up this spot on the wall and rushed forward with a dozen people.
Enter the village.
The wave-like attack has already overwhelmed Zhujiazhuang's defense. As long as he causes chaos in the village, the other party will definitely send more people to surround them, and they can attack any point on the stone wall. Zhang
Although Shun was nicknamed "Langli Baitiao", he had strong martial arts skills and a brave temperament. Cooperating with Yang Zhi, he was not afraid of anything even if there were only a dozen people, and rushed to the other side of the stone wall in the blink of an eye. They rushed through
After several houses, two villagers who passed by were killed. Suddenly, they saw an iron shield flashing past on the other side of the road running parallel to this side, separated by the houses.
"Haha, Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand!"
Yang Zhi ran all the way, pointed in that direction and whispered to Zhang Shun: "Kill him."
More than ten people rushed over, reached the crossroads in front, turned and rushed towards that side. On that side of the road, figures finally appeared, with iron shields, crossbow wielders, and the noble young man surrounded in the center, heading towards this
Turning around.
"Kill -" Yang Zhi held the knife in both hands and rushed forward crazily. Zhang Shun did the same. The crossbow on the opposite side had been raised and pointed at this side. There was really no time to hesitate. However, suddenly, Zhang Shun saw that one
Face, the other person stood there and tilted his head.
"Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand" Lei Feng, before this, even though Liangshan had been torn to pieces, he felt that the other party was a big trouble, but to be honest, he didn't have much feeling for this person.
When Yang Zhi said to kill him, he also thought: Of course, I want to kill him.
But at this moment, complex feelings arose in my heart along with the appearance of that person. This person is... This person is...
Thinking of the blood and fire that day...
The other party sighed, plainly: "Ah... Zhang Shun."
Outside the stone wall, some of the people who were attacking Zhuangzi suddenly heard a hoarse shout: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
In fact, they can often hear such shouts. When everyone launches a desperate charge against the stone wall, they are mixed with courage and shouts to fight against fear. However, outside the stone wall, a few people can still hear these shouts.
Who does the voice belong to?
They just didn't understand why Zhang Shun would shout such a voice in the village.
This side is closest to the slope where Song Jiang and others watched the battle. Xi Junyu and others looked into the stone wall and originally said: "Brothers Zhang Shun and Yang Zhi have already entered. Wait for them to cause chaos."
Bureau, maybe there will be a chance..." The shout came faintly, and everyone held their breath to listen. Then, a little commotion came out from the stone wall, and there was a fight going on inside.
"Attack! Call the brothers nearby to attack!" Xi Junyu pointed to the place and shouted, asking the soldiers to send a signal. Lin Chong, the leader nearby, led the people to surround him. Before the ladder was set up, suddenly, a figure appeared on the stone wall.
Above, there are several figures who were forced back crazily. They were forced up the stone wall, and then stabbed down the wall. Among them was Zhang Shun. Several crossbow arrows were pierced on their bodies. At this time, they were pushed over.
There were several iron shields and spears thrust out from behind. Zhang Shun's body was pierced by two or three spears in the air, and then fell down.
Several iron shields stood beside the wall, and the crossbows from behind began to shoot down the wall. Song Jiang's eyes were filled with tears, and he was almost bursting with tears. At this time, another incident suddenly happened on the stone wall.
Several men came over from the side and suddenly rushed into the shield formation on the stone wall.
Wu Yong stood up under the tree and supported the trunk: "Haha, we took action! We took action! My arrangement worked! Kill him! Kill him!"
The sudden attack caused a small area of chaos on the stone wall. Everyone watched attentively. Even a spy came quickly from behind and reported something to Song Jiang and Wu Yong. Wu Yong waved hard.
Hand told him to stop arguing. Xi Junyu looked at Wu Yong's performance and understood something: "Continue to attack! Cooperate and continue to attack!"
The fighting on the stone wall was fierce and fierce. The people arranged by Wu Yong were already very experienced in assassination. They made some mental calculations and unintentionally, and killed them in the blink of an eye. The soldiers beside the guard did not react in time and killed two people.
The shield also fell down. Song Jiang, Wu Yong and others watched attentively, and Xi Junyu also watched attentively. Finally, the two of them attacked Lei Feng, the Hunyuan thunderbolt hand. After a few simple exchanges, Lei Feng flew away in a panic.
He retreated and knocked down the person next to him. Two assassins followed closely. One was pierced by a flying spear, and the other wielded a steel knife and slashed down.
Xi Junyu and Wu Yong gritted their teeth and took a step forward.
A bang sounded on the stone wall, and blood sprayed out from behind the assassin.
Suddenly, the surroundings seemed empty, and Xi Junyu's words that were already in his throat were suddenly unable to speak because he realized something.
Not far away, Li Kui, who was picking up his ax and preparing to kill, was stunned when he heard the sound. There were two people near the slope, each with different reactions. They were the injured "Sick Guansuo" Yang Xiong and the one who happened to come over.
"Golden-haired Tiger" Yan Shun.
On the stone wall, the noble prince pushed away the assassin's body that rushed towards him. Under the tree, Wu Yong slowly patted the tree trunk with his hand: "It still...failed..." He murmured and sighed.
, but the frustration that arose at this time was not much. Thinking of the spies who had just come to report back, they seemed to say "Wurui Camp" anxiously. When they turned around to ask, they suddenly found that several brothers had different expressions on their faces: "
What's wrong?"
Yan Shun looked over there, pointed, opened his mouth, glanced at Xi Junyu subconsciously, and opened his mouth with dry lips: "That is... that is..."
Song Jiang turned his head: "It's a pity that I still couldn't kill the Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand..."
"But that was... bloody hand massacre..."
"The one from Jiangning..." Yang Xiong muttered.
Song Jiang was stunned: "What kind of bloody massacre?" Everyone had this question more or less. After all, their minds couldn't turn around for a while, but after a while, everyone suddenly recalled certain things, which were extremely complicated and a bit confusing.
The strange feeling of coldness came silently.
"...He, he is...ah?"
Surrounded by beacon smoke, the fighting continues, blood and life continue to flow, and on the continuous battlefield, a strange feeling comes here.