The strange battlefield was turbulent, and as night fell and darkness enveloped the land, Chang's army faced the most brutal battle since landing on the island.
Chang's army gathered on the city, gathered under the city, and gathered in the robes. They were about to face several times the enemy, and many times the enemy was ready to die.
When they boarded the ship, they paid homage to the Donghai elders and promised to return safely.
While sailing, they worshiped heaven and earth to bless and kill all enemies and thieves.
At this time, they worshiped themselves and their robes, sharing life and death together.
The city gate is opened, not because it is dangerous, but because it must be opened.
If the city gate is not opened, the city wall will have to bear all the pressure. There are too many enemy archers. After approaching the city gate, many veterans of the frontier army are pressed so hard that they cannot lift their heads.
The veteran soldier of the border army endured the severe pain and cut off the arrows on his body. He looked at the robe beside him and took me home!
The city gate opened, and Xiao Yi and Lin Kui led the people to stop the Japanese thieves from attacking.
The female members of the Lake tribe fell to the ground, showed honest smiles, looked at the robes beside them, and asked to go home for me.
Changjun is like a reef on the sea, resisting the violent storm.
Xiao Yi dismounted, and there was no need to open and close the iron spear, just stabbing.
"Throw fierce fire and oil, and the door will fall!"
The city finally had a chance to breathe. Under the city gate, more and more Hu Nu tribesmen fell into a pool of blood.
The clay pot hit the outside of the city gate, almost clinging to the city wall, and the raging flames finally delayed the Japanese bandit's charge, just for a moment.
Using this moment of effort, the old, mottled and riddled city gate was closed.
Covered in blood, A Yi and Freddy looked at each other, not to be outdone, and laughed wildly, but this laughter was a bit breathless.
Chang Jun is proud, even if he is exhausted, he still has to look like he has not killed enough.
The gunpowder crossbow was fired from the tower again, piercing the flames, or bursting in the flames.
The Japanese thief tried to extinguish the flames with his body, acting like a madman.
The veterans of the frontier army drew their bows and strings until the last arrow in their quiver was shot, and then handed over their positions to the navy troops.
The army is always on the road. It knows no fear, no fear of death, and does not care about life. When it goes to the battlefield, it is walking on the road of killing, walking on the road of hell. It no longer thinks about the way home. The more you think about it, the easier it is to fall in the killing field.
On the road of cutting.
Chu Qing, who was protected by Fu San, Nangong Ping and Qin Qi, looked hesitant.
Ever since he decided to defend Yecheng, he had issued a military order to move the injured Pao Ze and the corpse of the dead Pao Ze to the south of the city as soon as possible.
Chu Qing just turned his head and looked to the south. Chu Qing's heart felt like a knife. More than 600 corpses were placed there. Tan Ma wanted to transport the corpses to the outside of the city. Every time he came back, there were more corpses. Every time.
, not to mention that many soldiers who were shot by bows and arrows fell headlong outside the city.
The battle losses had already exceeded a thousand, but the number of casualties alone exceeded a thousand.
It couldn't be stopped, Chu Qing knew that it couldn't be stopped, not even if everyone died in battle.
Shimoye Castle is not a city suitable for defending the city. The south side is better. The city wall is tall, one side is against the mountain, and there are turrets and parapets. The north side facing the hinterland of Yingdao is almost useless, with only one wall.
An old and mottled broken wall.
"Throw out the last flying wings, throw down all the gunpowder crossbows without leaving a single one behind, place the heavy fire oil and gunpowder boxes under the city wall, burn half a stick of incense, and then retreat in an orderly manner."
Chu Qing finally issued the military order.
In this battle, winning or losing became meaningless. He even regretted leading the troops to defend the city. But at that time, he just wanted to use this city to support Wang Tianyu and Zhao Baodan. Who knew that in order to support these people,
More robes were killed in the battle.
War is like this. It changes rapidly and all kinds of accidents always happen. Who would have thought that the gunpowder that Chang Jun regarded as his weapon of death was actually destroyed by a few alchemists with their "faith".
If the Japanese thieves knew that there would be no heaven and no gods after death, how could they be so unafraid of death?
The few remaining gunpowder crossbows were thrown under the city, and the wounded troops began to retreat with Pao Ze's body.
Chu Qing was unwilling to give in, and no one was willing to do so.
A gentleman's revenge is never too late. This sentence is just some kind of comfort and self-deception.
Strategically, this battle was won, and it was very difficult to win.
In the war book, the battle was lost and retreated.
A strategic retreat is also a retreat, and a defeat is a defeat.
The gunpowder crossbows were thrown under the city. As the cuttlefish ignited the fuse, a large amount of gunpowder began to explode. The city gate fell down and the city wall fell down.
In a city, Chang's army came, and only one wall was left intact.
One wall, the Japanese thieves came, and Chang's army turned this wall into ruins.
The collapsed city wall crushed countless Japanese thieves to death and blocked their way forward.
Chu Qing took a deep look at the rising smoke, cursed in a low voice, and followed everyone towards the coast.
For the first time, they ran out of ammunition and food. It was not that Chang's army was not brave enough and did not dare to fight without gunpowder and fire oil. It was just that there was no point in continuing to fight and would only cost more lives.
The Mohist disciples stayed at the rear, bombing mountains, burning forests, and destroying roads. While Chang's army retreated, they "sealed the roads."
Wang Tianyu came back with his men, looking a little embarrassed. When they set fire to the river, they were chased. Not many Japanese thieves went up the mountain, and Yuzai's group killed eighty-one people.
Chu Qing did not ask where Zhao Baodan went. This is the cruelty of war.
He has a good relationship with Zhao Baodan, but many of his good friends in the army are also called Li Baodan and Wang Baodan. Do the soldiers who have been fighting for nearly four hours to wait for Baodan have to stay where they are?
Are the Japanese thieves catching up?
This is not considered abandonment, but in order to save more people, in order to wait for one person and kill more people, this is considered abandonment.
Morale is extremely low, and Chu Qing is also to blame.
Chu Qing's words were so full and inspiring that he killed all the Japanese thieves without sparing any one. Everyone said they loved him.
As a result, more than 80,000 people suddenly appeared, but 20,000 people were not killed, and everyone fled again.
"I knew I would have followed Brother Dajun."
Yuzai muttered and was kicked in the butt by Qiu Baoyu.
Yuzai, who was talking unintentionally, quickly looked at Chu Qing in the distance with an apologetic look on his face.
In fact, there is nothing unbalanced. The most elite flag troops are attracted here, and the other three parties go deep into the hinterland. In comparison, the south side is naturally not as enjoyable as the other three sides. Even if it encounters a large-scale enemy force, it is of a local nature.
There is no comparison between the armed forces and the banner troops who came from afar, but the hardest hit was definitely the one led by Chu Qing.
At this time, on the sea, my uncle raised his clairvoyant eyes and frowned like the Chinese character for Sichuan.
"What do those Goguryeo warships mean?"
The eldest uncle murmured to himself: "Is it true that, as my brother-in-law said, Goguryeo and Japanese thieves were in cahoots with each other?"
Five days ago, more and more Goguryeo ships appeared on the sea, but they were observed from a distance and did not approach.
The more my uncle thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. He shouted towards the bow of the ship: "Show the flag, other warships are cruising on the sea, and the Mohist Revenge is chasing after me. I want to see what those Goguryeo people want!"
