A soldier lowered his head and looked at the blood hole on his flank, his face a little pale. After touching it, I found that it was just a flesh wound, and it would be fine just by bandaging it, so I shouted happily: "You are so stupid! You almost stabbed me in the belly!"
"Be careful!" Gao Xin shouted: "Next, let's turn to the east. That's Zhou Keshan's house. Hold on there, climb over the two walls, and you can enter the Dutong Mansion!"
"General, there's no need for us to take a detour, let's charge again! Just once!" a sign leader shouted loudly.
While shouting, he stabbed straight with the knife, knocking a red-coated soldier to the ground.
He used a lot of force, and the long, thick-backed sword penetrated the belly of the opponent's thin iron robe that was loosely bound, and penetrated straight into the internal organs. The tip of the knife almost came out from behind. The red-coated soldier immediately fell to the ground, obviously unable to survive.
The brand leader boasted and turned around to say something to Gao Xin, but an arrow flew from not far away and hit him in the neck. He immediately sat down on the ground.
Probably when the arrow penetrated, it didn't hit any blood vessels, so the wound didn't bleed out. However, the arrow cluster propped up a large piece of skin from a distance of four or five inches.
Gao Xin pulled a pine torch and took a closer look. He saw a bright red blood bag bulging under the skin, getting bigger and bigger.
The head of the brand was panting, trying to reach out and pull out the arrow.
A soldier nearby shouted: "Don't move, you will die if you pull it out!"
As soon as he said this sentence, Bai Zi's eyes widened and he began to twitch in pain. He continued to raise his hand, but he lost the strength.
"I'll do it." Gao Xin grabbed half of the arrow shaft and pulled it out hard.
The blood accumulated deep in the neck suddenly spurted onto Gao Xin's hand. The brand leader tilted his head and his eyes lost their sparkle.
The leader of this brand is Gao Xin's old club in Jiuxian Mountain. The two of them are close friends. In the spring of this year, they also got married and married. But it is inevitable for a warrior to die on the battlefield, not to mention that if an officer of the Ding Navy dies in battle, the land can be passed on to his wife and family, and the pension will be generous. That is great, and it is worth dying.
Gao Xin straightened the corpse of the sign leader and waved his hand: "Hurry up, let's go east! Li Erlang has already washed his feet at the city gate. Now only the Dutong Mansion is left to be captured... I don't want to see him It’s like going into battle to kill the enemy with bare feet!”
Everyone immediately followed Gao Xin and continued to charge forward. Half a moment later, they passed through Zhou Keshan's house, then climbed over the wall and crashed into the Dutong Mansion, where they started slashing and killing.
In mid-September, it can be said to be the end of summer in Shandong, because the temperature during the day is still very warm, and you will sweat if you move even a little. But it can also be said to be late autumn, because the temperature drops significantly the moment day and night change. According to the celestial predictions of the past few years, it is very likely that the north wind will come suddenly overnight, and then winter will follow.
Tonight, at this moment, is the day when the north wind comes.
Amid the passionate roars of countless soldiers, the weather suddenly turned cold. In the howling north wind, Yang Miaozhen looked at the people around him, seeing them shivering in the wind. Even some of the soldiers who had just returned from the battle, and whose shirts were dyed red with blood and sweat, turned pale, as if The cold wind drove away the heat all over my body.
Yang Miaozhen also felt that an unspeakable chill was sweeping over him.
In the past year, Yang Miaozhen viewed the Ding Navy as an army that, although capable, acted extremely cautiously.
That's right, just be cautious.
Although Guo Ning's style was so bold that it was beyond words in the eyes of the emperor and ministers in the Zhongdu court. But in Yang Miaozhen's eyes, Ding Haijun's actions were still too cautious. In other words, they take human life too seriously and are too unwilling to pay the price of casualties.
Yang Miaozhen thought about it, if she commanded elite soldiers like Ding Haijun, not even 10,000 people, but even 5,000 people, she would dare to break into Zhongdu and turn the entire Kingdom of Jin upside down.
But in fact, the Dinghai navy was so powerful that it did nothing for a whole year after repelling the Mongolian army. By the way, only in Liaodong, I fought a battle with the rebellious local general... That was just serving the court as a dog, and there was nothing to brag about.
Yang Miaozhen didn't understand why Guo Ning was like this. But because of this strong impression, she always felt that as long as she fought a tough battle, she could deter Guo Ning's ambitions. At least, it can make Guo Ning feel that it is not cost-effective to be an enemy of the Red Coat Army.
Now she understood that this idea was completely wrong.
The attack launched by Ding Haijun was completely different from the previous skirmish between Guo Yaoer and Ding Haijun in Mizhou. This time, they were completely determined to tear the Red Coat Army into pieces and seize Shandong in one fell swoop.
In this process, one or two losses will not only not deter them, but will stimulate their ferocity. Yang Miaozhen felt like she was holding a weapon and stabbing a wound on some extremely terrifying beast. The wound made the beast feel pain. As a result, it shed its disguise and fully displayed its bloodthirsty and madness.
The Red Coat Army could not withstand this level of fierce fighting.
The Red Coat Army could not bear this kind of severe loss.
Compared with this high-intensity investment in combat effectiveness, the fight between the Red Coat Army and the Nanjing Road Jin Army in the past year was like child's play. Perhaps, only the Mongolian army can compare with it.
At this time, even the elite group that Yang Miaozhen gathered first could not maintain the situation. They could only follow Yang Miaozhen, running quickly through the streets and alleys of the city, retreating towards the city gate that had not yet changed hands.
When the Ding navy poured into the city, the entire city was like a pot of boiling water. There were battles everywhere, fire everywhere, and panicked people everywhere. Even some of the soldiers who had followed Yang Miaozhen in the field ambush a few days ago were lying on the ground and did not dare to move, probably waiting to surrender.
Yang Miaozhen himself was targeted several times by Ding Haijun who invaded the city.
Fortunately, the scene was too chaotic. Most of the first batch of Dinghai navy cavalry who rushed into the city were wearing iron armor and belts. Wearing such heavy equipment is certainly helpful for preserving oneself, but it is difficult to pursue a specific target in a chaotic crowd. Most of the enemies that continued to pour in later focused on targets such as the Dutong Mansion, arsenals, and grain depots.
Yang Miaozhen became fierce, holding a spear, sometimes cutting off the back, sometimes moving forward, even the red-coated soldiers in front of her were defeated several times by her. A group of more than ten people finally got around to the south gate before the Dinghai navy officers who had boarded the city, and rushed out.
Standing outside the city, I looked back at the shadows and firelight inside the city gate, and listened to the sound of arrows piercing the air from time to time in the doorway, and the angry roars of the soldiers. There were also arrows flying out of the city, hitting the masonry of the city gate, sending debris flying and passing by Yang Miaozhen.
Yang Miaozhen sighed.
Stronger wind blew from the doorway, making the sweat and tears on her face become as cold as ice.
The huge sense of frustration and loss made her stagger back a few steps without any strength. Then one of his subordinates supported her: "Fourth lady, get on your horse quickly! Let's go quickly!"
The war horse whinnied and neighed, urging Yang Miaozhen repeatedly.
Yang Miaozhen got on the horse, but hesitated and refused to swing the whip, feeling a little dazed.
Yang Miaozhen himself has no political experience, let alone political conviction. She was well aware of Han'er's suffering under the rule of the Jurchens, but when she stepped forward at this moment, she just wanted to try her best to maintain the foundation earned by her brother and did not want to take advantage of the Jurchens.
Yang Miaozhen is determined to keep working hard for this and will never give up as long as there is a chance. Unfortunately, the facts here in Michigan told her that it was time to give up.
Did you give up too quickly? A bit ridiculous.
However, it is absolutely impossible for the Red Coat Army forces in Mizhou and Juzhou to survive such a fierce offensive by Ding Haijun. Those who are fighting for the legacy of the Red Coat Army in Haizhou, Pizhou, Tengzhou, and Yizhou, such as Shi Qing, Xia Quan, Huo Yi, and Shi Gui, cannot hold on.
The subordinates shouted to leave quickly, and Yang Miaozhen heard them.
But where can I go?
How many more failures can the soldiers of the Red Coat Army bear?
And in the process of repeated failures, who can be frightened by the reputation of the fourth lady of the Red Coat Army? After all, the entire rebel army has dispersed, and the remaining people are just holding on together.
Perhaps, we should go to Mount Tai and seek refuge with Second Ancestor Liu? Miss Liu, the daughter of Second Ancestor Liu, does have some close friendship with me. And that Peng Yibin is indeed a hero.
But it's too hard in Mount Tai to support many soldiers. I don't like the days of eating chaffy vegetables, let alone the soldiers under my command.
Then, we can only continue to go south and try to...
The companions whipped the horse's butts hard, causing the horse to scatter its hooves and run wildly into the night.
(End of chapter)
