"My lord, your lord..." "Commander!" Civil servants in red robes and green robes, and generals in armor gathered around them. Various colors gradually became illusive in Zhang Fu's eyes, and in his ears.
The voice was also unclear.
Everyone hurriedly rescued the British Duke, and a doctor came up to diagnose his pulse. They were busy working on the boat. After a long time, Zhang Fu woke up slowly, his face turned pale, and his limbs were weak and he was leaning on the wooden board.
Xue Lu hurriedly knelt down in front of Zhang Fu and said: "Please go to the cabin to recuperate, sir. Your health is important. Let's fight again tomorrow."
The soldier wanted to come up to help him, but he pushed him away. He grabbed his sword and used the scabbard to support the deck. He stood up with difficulty while holding on to the planks of the ship with one hand. Zhang Fu raised his head, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. No one dared to speak again.
Noisy, all turned their heads over and looked at him with concern.
Zhang Fu waved his hand gently: "Let me be quiet for a while."
Everyone could only retreat, and many of his subordinates and generals looked at him with worried eyes.
Zhang Fu stood on the edge of the deck, staring at the water of the Yangtze River in shock. "Whoosh..." The water waves hit the edge of the ship, stirring up a very rhythmic sound. The cool breeze blew across the water, blowing people's robes, scarves, and crowns into the wind.
Flying. There is a mysterious power between heaven and earth, which is not shaken by human will. Humans can only make use of the situation and follow its trend to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Just like the wind in the sky, people can only create sails.
Only with good guidance can the ship be driven; if the method is wrong, no one will be able to achieve what they want.
The total strength of the Datong soldiers in the northwest battalion and some of the auxiliary troops at the garrison was about 20,000. They were all wiped out in less than a day... Just now Zhang Fu listened to the statements of the surviving generals and felt that he had an unshirkable responsibility. When all
Everyone was confused, and Zhang Fu immediately realized in his heart that the biggest reason for the defeat of the Datong soldiers was the destructive power of the rebel heavy artillery on the fortifications, and his own ignorance of this tactic.
"Dozens of heavy artillery fired in volleys, and the barriers were instantly reduced to nothing. The soldiers were killed and injured in vain, and the soldiers were in a mess and unable to coordinate..." This kind of artillery has great destructive power on simple fortifications, which cannot be compared with the general artillery of the official army.
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I remember that after the imperial court improved the general's artillery, a minister wrote a letter saying that a single cannon was blown away for several miles and killed hundreds of enemies. It was just a boast. Only then did Zhang Fu realize that this was pure nonsense. The heavy artillery shipped by the imperial court did not even have the ditch and wall fortifications of the rebels' earthen forts.
It can't be destroyed; it falls from the sky and smashes a hole, and you can't control where the hole is and can only hit it in a general direction, that's all. Building fortifications is still a relatively reliable defense method, especially after learning the rebel trench wall fortifications.
It is not as effective as a city wall in defending against infantry attacks, but it is more effective against firearms. However, the rebel heavy artillery is completely different. The shells fly horizontally and are extremely powerful. Therefore, once they reach a relatively close distance and fire horizontally, they can simply build a wall.
Wood and soil cannot hold it at all.
Zhang Fu did not fully anticipate this unprecedented strategy in advance. When Zhou Mengxiong's army took advantage of its unpreparedness to cut off the northwest camp's southwest outlet and divided it, Zhang Fu's estimation was that Zhou Mengxiong's new army did not have the ability to attack by force.
The rebels in the city were exhausted and lacked ammunition, so it was difficult for the rebels to capture the Northwest Battalion... Therefore, Zhang Fu was unwilling to give up the integrity of the siege defense line of Jiujiang City despite the Yangtze River supply line, and ordered the Northwest Battalion to hold on where it was.
Unexpectedly, the Jiujiang defenders immediately attacked, and with the advantage of artillery, they broke through the defense in half a day. After thinking about it, Zhang Fu's only correct decision at that time was to send a large number of navy ships to immediately pick up the northwest battalion officers and retreat from the water.
...The icy wind on the river made Zhang Fu feel cold all over and shiver in his bones.
In the First Battle of Jiujiang, including the battle of the North Route Army in Ewangcheng, the three armies he led almost concentrated the elites of the entire Ming Dynasty. The three major battalions of the Beijing camp and the elite cavalry of Datong in Xuanfu were among the most powerful in the Ming Dynasty during World War II.
Most of the invincible elites have been lost.
Soldiers are the last barrier to the rise and fall of a country. There can only be one emperor at the height of the sun. When another person in this land becomes emperor and cannot be eliminated, it will be very bad, not to mention that he himself will be defeated? How will the domestic public opinion and general trend change?
Should those wallflowers find a way out immediately?
Zhang Fu's rough, calloused hands involuntarily touched the sword at his waist. Maybe he had to commit suicide to apologize?
The heart of the old man is like the turbulent waves on the river. He has been a soldier all his life, and all his loyalty in his life has been given to the Ming Empire that expelled the Tartars and restored China. All his dreams in his life have been given to King Yan to revive the Ming Dynasty. It is a glorious and glorious life.
.When life reaches its twilight years and he suffers such a failure, only he himself knows the pain in his heart best. Sometimes, death is the lightest punishment.
Zhang Fu suddenly felt that the future of this campaign was bleak. After fighting to this day, he no longer had an advantage in terms of military strength in the battle against the rebels. The most important thing was that after several major defeats, morale had already been shaken. How could he regain his morale and continue the fight?
He calculated the losses and remaining strength in his mind. The entire Shenji Camp of the Beijing Camp, most of the Fifth Military Camp, and all the Datong cavalry no longer existed; now only about 10,000 infantry of the Fifth Military Camp were left and were besieged in Ewang City. The Xuanfu cavalry,
Three thousand battalions are located in the southeast of Jiujiang. Then there are some troops drawn from various garrison posts, whose combat effectiveness is very limited.
If I continue to live, I should first think about how to make a statement to the emperor and explain to the Manchu bureaucrats that I might be punished. This is undoubtedly very humiliating. The next battle is not over yet, how should I continue?
After much deliberation, Zhang Fu's fingers gently opened the mechanism on the scabbard.
"Commander!" A shout came from the river, and a small boat was seen. A military officer on board shouted, "The rebels have sent an envoy to the camp in the south of the city, saying that they want to meet the commander in person to discuss important matters. How to deal with it?
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The generals and civil servants on board the building were immediately indignant. Some people shouted: "If you bother the commander with such nonsense, what kind of thief is he? Just cut him off! What's there to talk about?"
The military commander on the boat ignored everyone, looked at Zhang Fu who was standing alone on the deck, and shouted again: "Commander..."
Zhang Fu released his hand from the hilt of the sword, turned around and said: "If the two armies are fighting, I will not kill the envoy. I, the King of Ming Dynasty, can't lose my temper. I will arrange the envoy quickly. I will go see the person later."
The official army has the largest number of soldiers and horses in the south of Jiujiang City. The terrain here is open, and the Chinese army's tent is also located in this location. The "rebel" envoy is Chen Maocai, who has indeed read a lot of books. He used to be Jianwen
The "remnants" who are hiding in remote areas naturally have no fame. They followed Zhang Ning soon after he started his army. They mostly did some leisurely civilian work. Their biggest use was to go on missions. When the Suzaku Army negotiated with the Miao people, it was Chen Maocai who went to negotiate many times.
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Chen Maocai is handsome and unrestrained, and he is also quite beautiful. He often does some actions that are very pretentious | more elegant than he thinks he is, and he is always very particular about his clothes.
He was also someone who had seen such a scene, so when he entered the tent and saw a group of generals glaring at him angrily, he acted very calmly even when his personal safety was threatened at any time. Chen Maocai came up and bowed deeply to Zhang Fu first.
He said in a heartfelt tone: "Before I went on my mission, my king said in front of all the generals that the people who understand the British prince best are his enemies and opponents. When the king said this, he couldn't help but feel sympathy for each other...
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"Fuck you, mother!" Suddenly a big man yelled, "You are so cowardly, why don't you ask your mountain king to clean your butts and bring them to you? Wouldn't it be nice?"
All the generals couldn't help but burst into laughter, and even Zhang Fu couldn't help but be amused. The gloomy mood temporarily dissipated a lot.
Chen Maocai didn't take it seriously, raised his head and said calmly: "It turns out that the general is as good as Long Yang."
Another general said: "If you fart quickly, why do you say this is useless?"
Chen Maocai clasped his fists and said: "Today the 'Northern Army' was defeated in the city of King E, and the northwest camp of the city was destroyed. The situation of besieging our king is gone. If I am not wrong, at this time the 'Northern Army' is afraid of our magic soldiers.
, I am afraid that rumors have spread everywhere, and I have no intention of fighting. At this time, what is the use of the British Duke continuing to fight? Is it possible that until now, you still have the extravagant hope of destroying my king's army of 100,000 in one fell swoop..."
Zhang Fu thought of the huge balloon that inexplicably flew into the sky a while ago, and the rumor circulating in the army that the Northern Route Army was destroyed by a "giant meteorite". He had to admit that the failure had demoralized all the officers and soldiers. This sour scholar was actually
That's right.
At this moment, a short young civil servant said sternly: "The new rebel army can only hunker down in a pit before fighting with me, and has no strength to fight in the field; the 'real bandits' of the puppet king of Hunan have been surrounded for several years in Jiujiang."
In the past month, I was severely exhausted and exhausted, and I tried my best to attack the camp in the northwest of the city. I could no longer fight. Now, although we claim to have a hundred thousand troops, what can we do to me? They are just using evil ways to create rumors and stir up trouble. If spreading rumors can stir up trouble,
If we can reach thousands of troops, what's the use of our Ming Dynasty controlling millions of strings?"
Chen Maocai turned to look at the young civil servant: "Although it is an exaggeration, you are right to one or two points. Therefore, our king proposes a truce and the North Korean army to safely evacuate to the east of Panyang Lake. If they are not convinced, the two sides will reorganize their armies in the future.
War. If a truce is reached, as a sign of sincerity, our army will take the initiative to withdraw thirty miles to allow the Northern Army to safely evacuate through the waterway."
Someone immediately retorted: "The king's division and the bandits are at odds with each other, so there is no possibility of peace."
But Zhang Fu immediately stopped his men and ordered the envoy to wait for a reply in the army.
In fact, this was not a peace treaty, just a truce. At this time, Zhang Fu was no longer afraid of attacks from the Chinese civil servants. As the saying goes, he was not afraid if there were too many lice. He was tempted by this kind of truce on the spot... If you can't fight, you can retreat safely.
Nothing wrong with that.
When Zhang Fu was weighing the situation, he said something to his staff, "The most difficult thing for a person is to be able to afford to lose and to remain sober after failure."
"The first soldier is related to the country. Now I bear the responsibility of admitting defeat. It's just a life and a vain name. As long as some of the vitality of our Ming Dynasty elites can be preserved, the victory or defeat is still uncertain."
His staff tried their best to dissuade him and suggested that he consider the impact of returning to the court. However, after careful consideration, Zhang Fu made a decisive decision and responded to the "rebel" envoy in writing, agreeing to the terms of the truce.