The Mongolian army launched its attack at dawn, throwing in the troops of four thousand households, including Chiju Prince Consort, Zhedie'er, Tuoshahe, and Kuokuochu. The momentum was extremely mammoth, and the intensity of the offensive exceeded any previous one.
When countless ethnic groups on the grasslands were gathered into the Mongols, the entire regime was filled with the urge and madness to fight from top to bottom. Through fighting, countless Mongolians gained unimaginable benefits, so they were eager for war. Over the past thousands of years, the extremely cruel natural environment on the grasslands has made them subconsciously not afraid of death.
This was the case when the Jurchens emerged. That's why thousands of people often defeated tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of Khitan armies, and there was a rumor that "the Jurchens are invincible if they are less than ten thousand."
Decades later, the Jurchens themselves declined and became too weak. It was the Mongols on the grasslands who inherited or even strengthened their fierce and brave character.
The Mongols roared in, and countless defenders saw their approaching situation, and their breathing almost stopped at the same time.
All because this time the Mongolian army invested a lot of troops, accompanied by various siege equipment.
At the forefront, there were five or six flying bridges and dozens of ladders accompanying the army.
Each Mongolian general was wearing heavy armor and holding long swords and axes. He stood on the flying bridge under the rain of arrows, directly approached the pier at the top of the wall, and launched an attack. Immediately, ladders were set up one after another, crossing the ditch and directly leaning against the outer wall of the camp. The lightly-armed warriors of the Mongolian army held long knives in their mouths and climbed forward on the ladder. The former fell, and the latter climbed up, and the cycle began again and again.
It can be seen that the flying bridge and the ladder are extremely crude, but they are also standard in the Daijin army and can be used at this time.
After the flying bridge and the ladder, there was another bumper moving forward under the cover of a large number of shieldmen.
This collision wood does not need to be aimed at the camp gate, but directly against the outer wall of the camp where the outer gully has been filled in, repeatedly crashing into it. Those who lifted and hit the wood were all Mongol strongmen with broad arms and round waists. Every time they hit it with force, the roar was like thunder, and the wall of the camp shook. Some defenders could not stand and fell from the wall to the ground.
Wang Shixian had no reinforcements to send, and the Mongols began to take advantage.
The Mongols are a barbaric nation on the grasslands, and they are also a natural fighting nation. For thousands of years, the Central Plains regime has faced many barbarian nations. The Jurchens themselves are also a barbarian nation, so there is nothing unusual about that.
But the difference between the Mongols and the Huns, Turks, Khitans and even the Jurchens is that they are well aware that they are barbaric and backward, so they eagerly learn all knowledge and technologies that are beneficial to war, quickly master them, and never rest on their laurels.
Although the Mongolian cavalry that Guo Ning saw when he was a boy was large in scale, there was almost no command structure at all. Most of the cavalry had only leather robes to wear, and some even smeared grease to keep out the cold in the winter. The weapons they used were extremely crude and useless. Those who shoot fishbone arrows, and those who use curved wooden sticks to throw them to injure the enemy.
But after they fought with Da Jin for several years, they began to have flags, different logos, different specifications of armor distributed according to the role of the battlefield, and the swords, guns, bows and arrows seized from the Jin army.
A few years later, when the Mongolian army was able to capture a certain boundary fort and plunder the craftsmen, their equipment became more and more complete, their tactics became more and more varied, and their attacks became more and more fierce.
If the failure of the war between Dajin and Mongolia in the early years could still be attributed to the mediocrity of senior officials and the incompetence of generals, by now, the Mongolian army has indeed become a powerful force capable of dealing with any complex situation.
From the perspective of a general, Guo Ning must frankly admit that the series of failures of the Jin Kingdom in places such as Weihe Fort and Yehuling were inevitable failures after the overall strength of the Jin army was crushed.
At this moment, when nearly 10,000 elite Mongolian troops besieged a fortress for two full days, the fall of the fortress was inevitable.
The night gradually receded, and the sky began to dimly shine.
A wall in the southwest corner of the camp finally couldn't hold on any longer. Amid the horrified shouts of many people, the wall collapsed. In the gap of about ten paces, the Mongolian troops poured in like a tide, galloping along the two inner and outer walls, shooting bows and arrows at random on both sides.
The momentum of the defenders wavered slightly, and then the main entrance of the camp changed hands, and the Mongolian cavalry burst in.
A group of strong men armed with bamboo and wooden spears were rushing to the camp gate. They are said to be strong men, among them there are many old men with gray hair and beards, and there are also women whose faces are blackened with ash.
This group of people was immediately attacked by the Mongolian cavalry. In just a moment, heads flew up, broken limbs were everywhere, and blood mist filled the sky.
A woman let out a shrill scream and rushed to hug the leg of a Mongolian cavalryman, refusing to let go no matter what. The Mongols bent over and slashed repeatedly. One knife, two knifes, three knifes, and finally the woman's body rolled down and was trampled into flesh by the iron hooves of those who followed her, while her hands were still clinging to the leather boots of the Mongolian cavalry.
Guo Ning stood outside the Chinese army tent, overlooking the situation.
In the past two days, the war outside was completely directed by Wang Shixian. Guo Ning didn't think he was good at this kind of exhausting defense, so he didn't interfere at all.
But not interfering does not mean that he is not concerned or anxious. In the past two days, Guo Ning had hardly closed his eyes. He had been paying attention to the battle situation outside, calculating when Guo Zhongyuan's troops would attract the attention of the Mongolian army, and calculating the time for his own counterattack.
The weather has turned cold, but Guo Ning's clothes were soaked with sweat again and again, turned cold, and then slowly dried.
At some point, Guo Ning's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, but he still stared at the corpses of his own soldiers and civilians piled up like mountains.
He didn't know why this woman was so brave. The people were gathered together temporarily, and many of the books and records were imperfect. Perhaps no one would remember this woman's name after the war.
Even Guo Ning himself... He personally arranged the entire war, and it was he who decided to use the soldiers and civilians of Haicang Town as a target to attract the Mongolian army. However, such tragic wars have happened repeatedly before, and they will happen again in the future... So Guo Ning will eventually forget the scene in front of him and these crying people.
These ordinary people are as humble as ants, and this can only be their fate in troubled times. Guo Ning was once one of them, so he wanted to try his best to prevent that terrible future.
However, where Guo Ning has stepped, how many bones will be used to pave the road he chooses?
Guo Ning remembers that the ancients said: One general can make thousands of bones wither.
He also remembered another sentence, called: Sacrifice is the most ambitious thing.
The important generals all knew that the critical moment was coming, and they gathered in the central army.
Monk Pei usually displays a ferocious appearance, but he is actually a bit soft-hearted. At this time, the fortress was about to be broken down, and the soldiers and civilians were slaughtered, and their eyes were almost torn apart. He said sternly: "Jie Shuai! Give me a hundred people! Let me fight out and resist for a while!"
"Wait!" Guo Ning said coldly.
Wang Shixian was no longer on the pier in the center of the camp. He took a small number of soldiers and relied on the interlaced camps to fight and retreat. Following him were some female relatives who had not yet evacuated. But their whereabouts had been noticed by the Mongols pouring into the city, so they surrounded them from all directions.
Several of Wang Shixian's followers stopped and fought with their swords, and then died.
The defense line on the outer walls of the fortress could no longer be maintained. Inside and outside the wall, the Mongols were roaring wildly, riding back and forth, like boiling magma, and like an endless ocean tide.
The range controlled by the defenders on the wall ranged from one side to a line, and from a line to several points. At each contraction, dozens or more soldiers were killed by Mongol swords and arrows.
The fiercest fighting started from the outer walls of the camp and back to the various camps inside. This time, the Mongols were no longer a nuisance, but really pushed forward with heavy troops, breaking each camp into pieces like breaking egg shells.
How long can it last? Half an hour? Or more, less? The soldiers tried their best.
Ma Bao laughed and said: "The camp is almost over. Guo Zhongyuan, why isn't he here yet?"
Li Ting glared at him fiercely, and when he was about to scold him, a dull horn sound suddenly came from the direction of the Mongolian army's main team. To the west of the camp, at the end of a flat wilderness, there were several places where wolf smoke was rising.
Li Ting immediately ran out.
He rubbed his eyes and counted carefully. There are eight strands of smoke, one on the left and seven on the right. It was the secret code agreed upon with Guo Zhongyuan beforehand. And below the smoke, Guo Zhongyuan's army is marching!
In the eyes of the Mongols, this situation meant that the main force of the Ding Navy headquarters galloped a long distance back to Laizhou.
Now, it was time for the Mongols to make a choice. Should they go all out and continue to storm Haicang Town until the main force of the navy attacks their vital point? Or should they stop immediately, win the field battle first, and then turn to attack the city?
At this time, a figure flashed outside the tent, and Qiu Huiluo, who was responsible for suppressing the entire army, came in and said in a deep voice: "Commander Jie, the soldiers are all asking, has the time come to go to war?"
Guo Ning raised his hand and signaled Qiu Huiluo to wait.
The generals and commanders in the Chinese military tent all held their breaths, waiting for the Mongols' decision.
As if in response to Guo Ning and others, the horns of the main Mongolian army sounded one after another. The Mongolian cavalry who were charging rampantly in the camp screamed in reluctance, but they could not disobey the military order. Most of them immediately turned their horses and ran out, as if the tide was ebbing. Only about a thousand troops were left. Although they shrunk to the gate directly south of the camp, they did not continue to retreat.
Monk Luo stretched out his arms, twisted his head and neck, and the joints all over his body crackled softly. He turned around suddenly and looked at Guo Ning with his big copper bell-like eyes.
Li Ting was the most impatient and immediately pulled out the knife.
Everyone looked at Guo Ning.
Guo Ning looked around in the Chinese army tent, picked up the iron bone flower placed in the corner, and weighed it.
He grinned and said with murderous intent: "Everyone, follow me."
To the southwest of Haicang Town, in the Mongolian army's main team, the red horse Prince Consort took the lead to turn back and said with a smile: "Guo Ning came very quickly, with as many troops as ten yellow sheep groups. However, we have six thousand people. The team has built up enough strength to defeat them!"
Tuo Lei was very happy.
The hard work of the past few days has paid off. This time, the situation in which we mobilized Guo Ning's troops was just like the situation when Guo Ning deceived and mobilized the Mongolian army. This time, I have six thousand households in my hands. They all rested for most of the night. In terms of energy, physical strength, and fighting spirit, they are ten times better than Guo Ning's troops!
This time, it's my turn, Bo'er Ji Jin Tuo Lei won!
I must catch Guo Ning and make him kneel before Father Khan to restore my reputation!
Tuo Lei tried his best to maintain a solemn posture. He galloped on horseback, holding whips along the way to instruct the many commanders and centurions under his command:
"No need to worry about the city anymore! Our target is only Guo Ning! As long as Guo Ning is beheaded, our army will take Laizhou and even sweep across Shandong. It will be as easy as shooting on the grassland! Now, I want you to do Be a falcon that pounces on its prey! Be a fierce dog that pounces on its prey!”
The captains and centurions shouted in unison: "Be a falcon that pounces on its prey! Be a fierce dog that pounces on its prey!"
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