There are ten villages under Gudian, namely Gudian, Mazhan, Gushan, Beisongzhuang, Shandi, Shengshuigou, Beiyangfang, Beiyujian, Xiangzigou and Zhaojiayao.
After the Mengchai tribe successfully crossed the river, Wang Jinchao fought hard with them here. Although it was difficult to win, due to the interlaced field ridges between the villages, it was difficult for the Qing soldiers and horses to gallop away. The Ming army relied on the strategy of fighting in the streets and retreating in the villages, but they were able to win.
Mengchai suffered a lot.
The Mengchai tribe suffered a lot of casualties during the battle across the river, and there were not many Niulu at their disposal. As a result, they were unable to encircle the Ming army and could only bite the bullet and pursue Wang Jinchao to advance step by step.
In order to delay the Qing army, Wang Jinchao and his soldiers set fires everywhere. There had been no rain for many days, the ground was dry, and the grass and trees burned when caught in the fire. Meng Chai, who was cautious, had to let his men control the spreading fire first in order to prevent the retreat from being blocked.
disappear.
Compared with the Qing army, Wang Jin's troops suffered more heavy casualties. They were able to escape and die, and only less than 2,000 of the 5,000 before the war remained.
Fortunately, Chongzhen always firmly believed that the battlefield situation was higher than personal safety, and boldly mobilized all the remaining guards in the city for reinforcements. When Yang Boxian arrived with 4,000 people, the disgraced Wang Jinchao had just withdrawn from Mazhan Village and planned to retreat to
Northern Songzhuang reorganized its defense line.
"Report, Commander-in-Chief, reinforcements have arrived!"
Hearing that reinforcements were dispatched from the city, Wang Jinchao hurried forward. Perhaps Yang Boxian had never led such a large formation. Except for the formation of the regiment training camp, which was neat, the troops who followed were in chaos.
"Your Majesty has ordered us to come to the aid of the General Soldier!" When Uncle Yang saw Wang Jinchao, he immediately clasped his fists in salute. After explaining his intention, he pointed behind him and continued: "I am incompetent in my position. Please help the General Soldier to organize the army."
"Hey, if so, how many people did you bring this time?" Wang Jinchao didn't agree with this. It was not easy to get people to come, so what's the harm in the soldiers being a little more chaotic?
"Four thousand people."
"What about the city defense?" Wang Jinchao calculated in his mind. If he wanted to mobilize four thousand reinforcements out of the city, the prepared soldiers would not be enough. He wanted to include some of the guards on the city wall, so the city defense would not be empty.
"Your Majesty personally said that as long as the Commander-in-Chief does not lose his Gudian, he will not lose the city." Yang Boxian, who had Chongzhen's prediction, answered decisively.
"That's all we have to do." While Wang Jinchao was worried about the safety of the Tian family, he also considered dealing with the enemy. Without these four thousand reinforcements, Gudian would not be able to hold on for two days.
After arranging Yang Boxian and the regiment training camp into his own central army, Wang Jinchao immediately organized the reinforcement team and began to set up defenses. Taking advantage of the gap between the advance of the Qing troops, he wanted to prepare fortifications and kerosene at the last Gudian and Mazhan Village.
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Night fell quietly. Seeing that they had enough time, the Mongolians who were in charge of the grain transport team immediately ordered them to stop and rest. A few people set up a fire beside them and started drinking wine with their arms around each other.
The fresh leg of lamb was roasted on the fire, and the fat fell into the fire drop by drop, "squeaking".
The Han slave in charge of pushing the cart collapsed on the ground, staring at the "Shangguan" who was feasting not far away. The smell of meat filled his nose and made him salivate. If he could take a bite like this, it would be worth his death.
"Huh?"
What was it that flashed by just now? I rubbed my eyes and looked again. There was nothing strange. Several "Shangguan" were in a high state of drunkenness, shouting and following the drinking orders.
Han Nu stared at the flashing fire, probably because he was dazzled.
"Three grasshoppers fly in the grassland, and three cups hang on one wing. "
"The larks fly in pairs, with four cups hanging on one wing, one at the head and one at the tail."
"Eight...eight..." When it was the third person's turn to drink, his mouth was tied up and he couldn't say anything. Others laughed and said, "Hahaha, drink and drink."
After drinking a large bowl of rich mare's milk, Mengren's homesickness grew stronger, and he opened his mouth to sing: "To the south is the Yellow River, and to the north is the mountain, and the vast sea is the Tumo River. " Traveling south and north you see a lot, and you can sing the drinking songs in the clouds.
Have you heard of it?”
"good!"
"good!"
When everyone cheered in unison, a sudden remark jumped out, "Are you homesick? I'll just send you back."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Xuan walked out of the darkness with a knife in his hand. He Qiu, who was guarding him, cut off the hand of one of the men with a knife. As blood splattered on the scene, screams arose, and countless torches lit up on both sides of the road.
Han Nu, who thought he had made a mistake, looked horrified. I was right!
The Ming soldiers who swarmed out easily controlled the grain team. None of the Han slaves who were transporting grain stood up to resist or ran away. They were really hungry and had no energy at all.
The Mongolian man in charge of the team was killed by Jiang Xuan and others like chopping melons and vegetables. Only the Mongolian man who sang was left, sitting on the ground and staring blankly at Jiang Xuan.
"Spare your life and get out."
Meng Ren heard what he meant and looked in disbelief. He stood up and took two steps towards Xuan Mansion, but was stopped by Jiang Xuan.
"You're going the wrong way, over there." Jiang Xuan pointed in the direction of Datong. Meng Ren quickly turned around and ran towards Datong in three steps and two steps at a time. Meng Ren didn't run far when Jiang Xuan called He Qiu and ordered him to ride on
The horses left by the Mongols on the side went to follow him and must drive him to the Qing army camp.
"Sir, what should I do with these grain trucks? Can we burn them down?"
Jiang Xuan stood there, looking at dozens of grain trucks and refugees everywhere. He was determined not to leave these grains to the Jianqi, but it was unrealistic to take them away quickly. In troubled times, grain was more precious than gold and silver, so he had to burn it with fire.
It's such a pity.
After weighing for a moment, Jiang Xuan cleared his throat and asked loudly: "Do you want to eat?"
"I think..." The answers were weak and weak, all in unison.
Jiang Xuan called the sheepherder and asked: "Is there a place nearby that can hide dozens of carts of grain?" The sheepherder, Li Qian, laughed and said: "Going south, there is a mountain col not far away, where hundreds of carts of grain can be hidden.
That's enough."
"Wu Zhen, please order 300 people, and together with Lao Li, watch these people take away the grain carts." After listening to the sheepherder's directions, Jiang Xuan immediately ordered the servant who had just asked the question.
"I have the order." Wu Zhen immediately took the sheepherders to prepare.
Jiang Xuan opened a bag of grain with the tip of his knife. The fried rice was scattered on the ground. He grabbed a handful with his hand and put it behind his waist bag. He said to the people on the ground: "Come and get the rice."
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Hedu was resting deeply when he was awakened by the footsteps coming and going outside the tent.
"Goshha! What's the noise outside!"
After hearing the news, a Goshiha opened the curtain and walked in, half-kneeling in the tunnel: "Master Beile, it's the news that just came. Our... grain team was robbed by the Ming army. Several real
Your Excellency found out and took his people to cause trouble in the camp."
"What? Say it again?!" Hedu began to doubt his ears. The food team was robbed? Ming army?
"One of the guards escaped and came back, which means the army hijacked our grain truck."
He Duqi cursed loudly: "Aqina, Seth is black! (Mongolian: worse than pigs and dogs)", and then he didn't even bother to put on his coat, got out of bed and walked out of the tent quickly.
