This world is complex and disorderly, and everyone has their own choices.
Wang Shouren was awakened by the military drum. He had been guarding under the dragon flag given by Zhu Shou for seven days. Although he had become a saint and had no other things in his heart, his body still existed in this material world after all.
, it is difficult to avoid some necessary choices.
During these seven days, he ate, drank, slept and traveled under the dragon flag. Even Chu Gong had a wooden toilet placed in a small corner next to the tower.
Even if it rained heavily, Wang Qinqi was still carrying a felt tent and never left Longqi.
There was a lot of rain and snow in Datong Prefecture in winter. Although Wang Shengren had adapted to the ascetic life in Longchang, Guizhou, he still lost two pounds in a few days.
Is the little prince starting to attack again? Is it Alsuborot’s troops this time, or is it the Mongolian Khan’s own troops?
If it were the people of Balsam Polo, the Ming army would not be so nervous. In the past few days, although the fighting between the two sides was fierce and many people died, they had become more and more tacit understanding.
Since ancient times, there has always been an infinite love between saints and heroes.
When the soldiers who were sleeping on the thatched bunks around saw the imperial envoy waking up, they quickly got up and gathered around Wang Shouren. Last night, a group of Mongolian soldiers attacked the south gate at night. The Ming army fought with them all night.
We had just repelled the opponent, but we had also suffered a lot of losses.
Although reinforcements have arrived one after another in the past few days, the rotten guard system has seriously affected the quality of the soldiers. The soldiers who were even remotely respectable were thrown to the north gate by Wang Qinchen to fight the Mongols in a battle of blood and fire.
Consumption.
As for their leading generals, those who were obedient were treated as cannon fodder by Wang Shouren as reserve guards for the city; those who were disobedient were thrown directly to the front line and beheaded by the Mongols.
Saint Wang has seen through the operating rules of this world, and naturally he has no Virgin complex about human life. Although his current vision has not transcended the human world, it is vaguely no longer limited to the corrupt and huge civil service group.
in the group.
It is true that civil servants have no sense of loyalty, but is the emperor always right?
Wang Shouren actually already had the answer in his heart. But the education he received since childhood still restrained his physical words and deeds. He still had a fear of his family, country, emperor and righteousness.
The emergence of a great man is a long and complicated process, as was the case with Sage Wang and the same case with Zhu Shou.
He opened his bloodshot eyes, took a calm look at the situation in the city, and then looked up into the distance. In the early morning mist, the North City was ablaze.
"Is this the final blow?"
A faint smile appeared on Wang Shouren's lips. He persisted for seven days and seven nights, and after countless bloody battles and conspiracies, the little prince's trump card was finally revealed.
Why did Batu Meng make a desperate move instead of continuing to besiege the city and provide reinforcements to eliminate the effective strength of the Ming army? Wang Shouren didn't understand.
Perhaps the Mongols' military power had reached its limit, or perhaps the surrounding military situation had undergone fundamental changes. No matter what the situation was, it could not change Wang Shouren's determination to defend the city.
"Call the firing squad and move the dragon flag," Wang Shouren's voice was very calm, as if he was visiting a friend's house, and he ordered the soldiers, "Go to Beicheng."
The time for the decisive battle has arrived.
When Wang Shouren stood on the north city tower and looked north side by side with Zhu Cheng, endless Mongolian warriors slowly emerged in the wilderness outside the city.
Their pace was steady, their horses were orderly, and the whole queue was neither impatient nor impetuous. After seven days of siege, the Mongols' losses were not too high. The little prince accurately controlled the number of attrition. This is a must-have for everyone in the art of war.
Basic preparation skills.
Those who rush to the battlefield in a moment of passion and think they can kill everyone are either muscle idiots or young people who have not grown up. In a battle, courage, perseverance and ferocity are never the decisive factors. Sometimes,
Not even the basic conditions...
There was a great man named Napoleon in later generations who once used his real experience to tell the majority of military enthusiasts: A good mathematician may not become a good military strategist; but a great military strategist’s mathematical skills are absolutely indispensable.
Not inferior to any mathematician.
There is no way of knowing what the little prince's math scores are, but his strategic intentions are very clever.
Sage Wang's math scores were no exception, and he immediately revealed the little prince's secret: "The imperial envoy's order is: three hours, and you only need to hold it for three hours! The Mongols will be completely defeated!"
The officers firmly did not believe in this prophecy. The little prince's reputation was gained in the bloody battles on the border. The soldiers, on the other hand, were half-convinced. Over the past few days, Wang Qin's wise and martial prowess had left a very deep impression on them.
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Every time when the Mongols were unable to resist, as long as Wang Qinshi took action, he could hit the Mongols at their weakest point and save the defeat. The soldiers did not understand the overall situation. They simply believed that since the king
The adult has not made any mistakes, so his words are correct.
"Collect the servants and money of all the big families in Wuli Village and Yingzhou City," Wang Shouren whispered to Zhu Cheng. "If anyone disobeys, please issue the imperial edict and kill them!"
Zhu Cheng hesitated: "Do you really want to do this?"
Wang Shouren stared at him and said word by word: "In the next three hours, you and I will have only two endings. One is to be famous in history, and the other is to be infamy for thousands of years. You choose one yourself."
Zhu Cheng's face turned red and white, then white and red again. After a moment, he gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Okay!"
The little prince's troops were walking in the middle of the military formation. On the left was Barsopolo, and on the right was Alsuborot. Walking at the front of the military formation were countless civilians of the Ming Dynasty, as well as captured prisoners.
Reinforcement soldiers.
The Mongolian military formation, with flying battle flags and gleaming swords and guns, reflected the early morning sun. Under the command of the sound of trumpets and drums, the infantry and cavalry rushed towards Wuli Village with solid steps.
At the top of the city of Wuli Village, countless Ming troops clenched their teeth and looked at the massacred tribesmen, but no one dared to move even half a step. The execution team sent by Wang Qin was standing behind them.
There are not only five hundred deserters, but also three hundred!
But if the emperor's dragon flag is beside them, if they escape, not only will they die, but their family members will also be recorded by Wang Qin's envoy like those deserters, and sent to the state capital behind, where the whole family will be interrogated and executed.
In this case, let's die on the top of the city. Didn't Wang Qinqin say that the outcome will be seen in three hours? Maybe it is someone else who died. Ancestors bless you! Everyone's heart follows the Mongolian army in the formation.
The sound of huge horse hooves was heard, beating violently.
Wang Shouren said to the soldiers around him: "Although I am a scholar, I also know some martial arts and have the power to tie a chicken. In today's battle, it is impossible to kill one or two Tatars with my own hands."
The soldiers were very nervous at first, but they couldn't help laughing when they heard Lord Wang's joke. If Lord Wang were really allowed to go into battle, then all the soldiers in the city would probably be dead.
This kind of relaxation soon infected the entire city, and the Ming soldiers began to shout: "Wei! Wei! Wei!"
When Wang Shouren saw that his army was ready, he smiled, but secretly sighed in his heart: If there were 10,000 strong soldiers instead of these weak guardsmen, he might not have to defend the city for seven days.
Saint Wang didn't know that his whole life, whether it was official history or the history after Zhu Shou's time travel, would be connected with this group of extremely weak guardsmen, creating military miracles one after another.
His case really put someone who would lead hundreds of thousands of soldiers to defend Liaodong a hundred years later to shame. From Wang Shouren’s experience, we can also see that the strength of an army is really related to the quality of its sergeants.
Not big….
Ninety-nine times out of a hundred times, a flock of sheep led by a lion can defeat a flock of lions led by a sheep. The exception was when they encountered another lion in sheep's clothing.
Is the little prince a lion?
of course!
Therefore, if Wang Shouren had not stood on the city wall and guarded the strong Wuli Village, he might have been beheaded by the little prince long ago.
"Bang the drum! Attack!" the little prince's military order was always simple and direct.
The Ming Dynasty emperor's 100,000-strong army, which was claimed to be 300,000, had captured Xi'an Fort last night. The Ming army, which came like a red sea, did not use any conspiracy at all, but directly relied on numbers and sophisticated siege tactics.
The weapon overwhelmed the 3,000 Mongolian defenders of Xi'an Fort.
In that army, there were many generals familiar to the little prince: Zhu Fu, Duke of Cheng, Zhu Hui, Duke of Bao, Zhang Mao, Duke of England, who came with Zhu Shou, and Li Xian, the deputy general of Changping who came with reinforcements.
, General Liu Xuan of Chaigoubao on the Xiaxi Road of Xuanfu, and Qiu Yue, the Ningxia guerrilla general who was sent by Yang Yiqing to plead guilty to the emperor.
These people were all defeated by the little prince. Especially Qiu Yue, who was often beaten by the little prince at the Yellow River in Ningxia and couldn't find the north, but he could escape every time.
This lucky man who climbed from a servant to the throne of a general appears for the first time in this book. As one of the three Zhengde generals of later generations, his first appearance was as unexciting as Wang Shouren: he brought a group of men under his command.
Thousands of Ningxia soldiers guarded the southern peak at the confluence of Sanggan River and Hunyuan River.
In the face of strong strength, all conspiracies are useless. Anyone who has attended political elementary school will understand this clearly.
The little prince had no other choice but to make a desperate move and capture Wuli Village in order to have the geographical space for mobile operations. Otherwise, his Mongolian army would be crushed by Zhu Shou's 100,000 troops in the narrow strip between the two rivers.
Grinded to death.
Although the eighteen-year-old Emperor of the Southern Dynasties may not have thought of this correct military decision, the little prince understood that even the most useless Duke Zhu Hui among the group of senior generals on the opposite side could easily make it.
Kill yourself between the two rivers.
Destiny must be in one's own hands, rather than relying on the mistakes of the Southern Dynasty emperors like the Battle of Tumubao. Even in the Battle of Tumubao, Xian's victory was based on the three foundations of time, location, and people.
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As for the situation of not being able to capture Wuli Village, the little prince also considered it very clearly. The Mongols' advantage was not to attack the city, but to fight on the move. As long as they retreated, the Ming army still had nothing to do with them.
It's just that during the pursuit, it's hard to say how many of his tens of thousands of troops will be able to return to the Mongolian grasslands. His biological sons, who have been eyeing him with covetous eyes, have given full play to the glorious Mongolian custom of patricide.
To the most vivid degree.
If he escapes like this, then what awaits him may be months or years later, inexplicable death from some disease. The little prince does not know that in official history, this is how he died. And in
After being defeated by Zhu Houzhao, his survival time was not even a few months.
This is the living habit of Mongolian wolves. As the wolf king, the little prince understood that from the moment the Southern Dynasty Emperor led his army and appeared in Xi'an Fort, his life no longer belonged to him.
If Wuli Village cannot be captured, it means that Changshengtian has put his death on the agenda.
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