Even if the Great Khan's blade pointed at the oil pan on the mountain of swords, the warriors who led thousands of households would have to jump off one after another. This was the fate of the Mongolian warriors and also their glory.
Although it is said to be ten thousand households, there are actually only more than 7,000 people. Since the city gate of Wuli Village is too small, only more than 1,000 people can attack the city gate.
They formed more than ten teams, each with about a hundred people, and divided the work and cooperated. Those who knocked on the door continued to knock on the door; those who climbed on the city wall continued to climb.
The suspension bridge at the north gate had long been destroyed by the Mongols, and the trenches had lost their function. The Ming army could only rely on the broken city wall to fight to the death with the numerically superior Mongols.
The war drums of the attack were beating louder and louder, and soldiers from both tribes with fierce expressions on their faces were seen up and down the city wall.
"The city gate is filled with bluestones," a Mongolian Qianhu with his face covered in blood ran to the left side of the little prince's horse and shouted loudly, "Great Khan, build up the soil and attack the city!"
The little prince did not answer him immediately. He glanced at the city gate with blood and flesh everywhere, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and made a gesture to the thousands of households behind him.
At the same time, Wang Shouren, who was standing on the city gate, frowned. Under the cover of his soldiers, he leaned against the wall and stared at the hillside where the little prince was stationed.
Behind the hillside, a large cloud of dust suddenly rose up, and nearly 10,000 Mongolian knights formed a square formation and surged out.
Each of them held a cloth bag with dozens of kilograms of soil in it. They crossed the city gate at extremely fast speeds and dropped countless bags.
The Mongolian warriors who attacked the city picked up the earth bags and quickly built a small earth bag at the city gate. Several ladders were built and sent to the city gate. Hundreds of death squads climbed up with bare arms and shields.
Go up the ladder.
The Mongolian cavalry who threw down their bags did not stop running. They drew an arc and passed the city gate. Countless arrows rained densely, forming a black cloud and rushing towards the city.
Shooting without distinction between friend and foe!
"Support the shield!" Young Master Li Hong roared, "If you can survive blocking these Tatars for me, I will invite him to play in the Chunyu Tower in Mayi for a month!"
There were fewer and fewer families around him, and several families had children who died on the spot because they defended him from swords and arrows.
The Mongols held their shields high, resisting the spears thrust from the city while climbing up quickly. Many of them were shot to death by their own people.
The Mongolian bows and arrows did not shoot very far, but they were very powerful. The Ming army defending the city had very few bows and arrows left, so they were naturally unable to shoot at them and had to be beaten passively.
This kind of suppressive shooting, which did not distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, made the Mongols quickly climb up the city gate.
Wang Shouren watched a Mongolian warrior being beheaded three steps away from him. His face did not change, but he took a step forward and shouted: "Shoot!"
His personal troops did not participate in many battles, but they still had bows and arrows, which they used as a reserve team to defend the city.
Countless long arrows shot into the bodies of the Mongolians at a very close distance, bringing up clouds of blood. But the Mongolians still clung on resolutely and tenaciously. Although the temporarily assembled ladder was not strong, its roots were strong.
But it was inserted deeply into the earth bag. Neither the Ming army defending the city nor the fallen Mongols could make it move at all.
The north gate of Wuli Village is not a very good place for fighting. The terrain here is not wide and there is a slope, which is very beneficial to the defenders.
The rain of arrows from the Mongols soon covered Wang Shouren's side. The two guards quickly raised their shields, only to hear a clanging sound. One of the guards screamed, but was pierced through the lower abdomen by an arrow that bounced off the ground.
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A fierce Mongolian warrior climbed up to the top of the city very quickly and was about to slash a Ming soldier with his sword when he saw a spear coming towards him and hitting him in the chest.
Young Master Li wiped the blood on his face, spat, and said angrily: "I'll chop them all up."…
The rain of arrows from the Mongols stopped. Wang Shouren pushed away the soldiers pressing him, picked up a spear from the ground, and stood at the top of the city.
Young Master Li shouted again: "Kill!"
All surrounding Ming troops roared loudly: "Kill!"
This is a kind of unconscious behavior of a group, and it is most likely to happen on the battlefield. The originally weak guard soldiers were emboldened by countless blood energy, and suddenly became a little more decent.
Under strong pressure, the crowd is most likely to behave in two ways, one is anger, the other is timidity. Looking at these guardsmen, Wang Shouren couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes.
The fight for the city gate was still going on. Young Master Li chopped off a Mongolian's head with a knife, but another Mongolian warrior cut off a piece of flesh. Fortunately, the generals saved his life in time.
Hundreds of Ming troops stood high and used stones, bricks and spears to deal with the rising Mongols.
"Report from Vice General Zhu," a messenger appeared in front of Wang Shouren and said loudly, "We have used up the bluestone. If we want to guard the city gate, I hope the imperial envoy will mobilize more people!"
Wang Shouren glared at the soldier and said in a deep voice: "Tell him, there is no one to send. If you can, you have to defend; if you can't, you have to defend!"
During the conversation between the two, hundreds of seriously wounded warriors from the two tribes were heard wailing continuously, which seemed very harsh amidst the sounds of fighting.
At the city gate, Young Master Li was attacked by two Mongolians. One of his family members rushed to help and killed a Mongolian, but was cut in the throat by another Mongolian warrior. This loyal family member was about to reveal his true identity.
With big eyes, he fell to the ground.
Li Hong slashed the Mongolian man's lower abdomen with a knife, dragging out countless intestines and flesh and blood. The Mongolian man looked about eighteen or nineteen years old. He screamed in pain, but was immediately slashed on the neck by Li Hong.
, too dead to die.
"Prince Wang, I want reinforcements!" Young Master Li was angry, because all his generals were dead, "Reinforcements!"
Wang Shouren spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, pointed at the more than 4,000 Ming troops near the north city gate, and said with a smile: "They are all here."
Young Master Li's heart was bleeding. Dozens of generals that his family had worked hard to cultivate were perished on this broken city gate. He kicked away the bright silver spear that symbolized his identity, and squeezed the long sword in his hand.
Knife and wooden shield said fiercely: "Then we two will die here together!"
Wang Shouren smiled faintly: "Then you have to show off your death."
Li Hong rushed to the place with the most Mongolians and killed them without hesitation. He was already tall and powerful. After fighting for half a day, he was stained with countless bloodstains. If his face was not swollen with the air of wine, he would have to use "like
"He is like a general" to describe him.
Seeing Li Shen and Young Master Li rushing to the most dangerous front line, the guardsmen were inspired by his bravery. They roared angrily and followed Young Master Li to kill the group of Mongolians.
He pulled out the long knife from the body of the last Mongolian and looked at the curled blade. Young Master Li was about to look around bravely, looking at Zixiong. Unexpectedly, a long arrow whizzed over and penetrated his body.
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"You can be killed by this Khan himself," the little prince slowly put down the long bow in his hand, looked at the Ming army general at the top of the city who killed several of his warriors, and said coldly, "it is considered an honor."
Li Hong's body did not fall down, but he broke the arrow shaft, and his face showed a fierce color. He swung his knife and cut off five fingers of a Mongolian soldier, causing the unlucky guy who had just climbed to the top of the city to fall.
Died under the city.
The generals behind the little prince flew out arrows, one, two, three...
Dozens of arrows were inserted into Young Master Li's body almost in no particular order, causing his strong body to lean back suddenly.
Before he fell to the ground, Wang Shouren, who was very close to him, saw a wry smile on Young Master Li's lips...
A reformed hero is always prone to die early, whether in novels, dramas or in real life.
In the official history, Governor Li Hongli, who was famous in history for pacifying the bandit rebellions in Shandong and Jiangxi, died at the head of the North City of Wuli Village several years in advance. The person who shot him was someone who was exactly the same as him in the official history.
The little prince who has no intersection. The only thing that has some connection with official history is that his boss before his death was both Wang Shouren.
As for who will quell the civil unrest in Shandong and Jiangxi after Li Hong's death? This kind of philosophical problem brought about by time-travelers can only be left to Zhu Shou himself to solve.
The Mongolian soldiers who attacked the city gate were all killed by Li Hong's men. The Ming soldiers who were lucky enough to survive let out a huge roar.
"The battle has just begun." The little prince looked at the excited Ming army, waved his hand, and several generals behind him led the team and charged forward.
An over-excited guard soldier was running around carrying the military flag. He was killed by an arrow from the newly arrived Mongolian soldiers. His body was weakly leaning against the battlements, but his hands were working hard to raise the flag.
The moment he was about to die, in his pupils was a bright yellow Ming Dynasty dragon flag.
The city gate guarded by Zhu Cheng was finally breached by the Mongols. Several bluestones fell and killed several Mongolians, but more Mongolians poured in and fought with the Ming army in the narrow city gate hole.
Fight together.
At this time, nearly a thousand warriors of the two tribes gathered in the city gate opening with a radius of dozens of steps. They were crowded and bumped into each other. It was particularly difficult to cut with a knife or even stretch out your hand.
The only way to kill someone is to stab someone with a dagger.
A dagger is the most useless thing on the battlefield, because it cannot kill someone without stabbing it a dozen times or hitting a vital point. It is too inefficient. As the saying goes, three arrows are not as good as one sword, and three knives are not as good as one gun. Use
A small dagger cannot stab someone as hard as one-third of an arrow.
But in this narrow space, daggers and short knives were the only weapons. The soldiers on both sides stabbed each other, and I stabbed you again, bleeding. The two sides were entangled, killing each other with blood.
Zhu Cheng is not the type of young master Li who can suddenly transform, nor is he the kind of old man like Qiu Yue who got up from the soldiers. He was stabbed in the thigh by a Mongolian, bleeding profusely, and several soldiers fought to death
He dragged him out and leaned against the city wall, breathing heavily.
The bloody battle in the city gate cave continued despite the retreat of Lieutenant General Zhu. There were so many people that the Mongols could not rush in, and the Ming army could not fight back the Mongols. Nearly a thousand people were crowded together in one place.
It works better than bluestone blocking the city gate.
The February sun hung pale in the sky.
An old man approached the little prince and whispered: "Great Khan, the time has come."
The emperor of the Southern Dynasties will lead his army across the Sanggan River at the end of the day and attack the little prince's military formation from the northwest. For the Ming army, this is a moderate strategy because they have a large number of people.
, war generals are like clouds, no matter who they are, they will not take risks.
Attack halfway across the river? With Wang Shouren and Wuli Village behind him, and the narrow terrain of the peninsula between the two rivers, there are no conditions for attacking halfway across the river. Therefore, there is only one way left for the little prince, and that is from the northeast
Escape from the Hunyuan River in the direction.
In this battle, the little prince did not use his exquisite strategies and tactics wrong, nor did he lose to Wang Shouren and Wuli Village, nor did he lose to the internal fighting. His only mistake was one, and that was miscalculation
The courage of the emperors of the Southern Dynasties.
After the Tumubao Incident, there was still an emperor of the Southern Dynasties who dared to lead an army on an expedition?
The little prince's eyes were straight, staring at the nearby gate of the North City. He still had more than 20,000 warriors, and the Ming army defending the city was already vulnerable. Just one more hour, no! Just half more.
In a matter of seconds, he can rewrite history!
Unfortunately, history never has what-ifs.
"Send the order," the fierce look on the little prince's face was instantly wiped away. His eagle-like eyes became muddy and sad, and his appearance seemed to be ten years older. He sighed and said to Lao Wan
Hu said, "Retreat the troops and cross the Hunyuan River eastward."
The Mongolian bugle sounded, and countless soldiers broke away from the battlefield and retreated like a tide.
Wang Shouren stood at the top of the city, looking at the guardsmen around him, and finally a smile appeared on his face that had always been in the ancient well.