By this time, the Tumut people were already suffering a heavy blow.
Last year, they didn't know Yang Fan's depth and ran to support Haraqin. As a result, An Sanxi pushed him to the ground and rubbed him hard, and he lost more than half of his body in one battle.
Their population is very small, and once their muscles and bones are broken, it is difficult to replenish them in a short time.
As a result, in the battle of Guihua City, another 30,000 people were lost. A large number of herders were also captured.
Now all Taiji's men can save hundreds of people. The total number of people is less than 15,000, and many of them are supplemented by herdsmen. The combat effectiveness is incomparable to before.
Daza and the remaining Taijis were anxiously discussing their next retreat.
Obviously, Jiuyuan is still untenable because it is too close to Guihua City. They also understood that the Ming army could not let them recuperate here and wait for reinforcements.
"Judging from the Ming army attacking the city today, these people should not be from the Beijing camp. It's not like Guihua City has never been attacked before. Their combat effectiveness cannot possibly decline so fast." Balintaiji said.
"It's not the Beijing camp. There are thirty or forty thousand of these people. Who are they?" Wushen Taiji said.
Dasa smiled bitterly and said: "Don't forget, this time the Beijing camp brought 100,000 civilians, because some of these people should be armed. Yang Fan is not a fool, our brother tribes are coming, he How can we waste precious Beijing soldiers in a siege?"
Maoming Antaiji said: "So we can fight. These people are farmers. They just put down their hoes and were brought to the battlefield by La Zhuangding. How can they be the opponents of our Mongolian warriors."
Bayot Taiji said: "But I think they can also use bows and arrows, and they can shoot quite far."
Maoming Antaiji said: "I guess these archers are the only real soldiers in the Beijing camp. Those carrying wooden boards and holding spears are all civilians who pretend to be soldiers. You didn't see the mess they wore. Even They don’t even have mandarin duck war jackets. The leather armor on their bodies was ripped off from our fallen warriors. These villains.”
Dasha rolled his gray-yellow eyes and said, "They had firearms, but they didn't use them. Otherwise, if those red cannons opened fire, not to mention this dilapidated city wall, even Guihua City would be able to blow it open."
Seeing that all the Taijis were looking at him, Dasa said: "I have a feeling that these people have a problem with Yang Fan, and the situation looks wrong. But I don't know what is wrong. I think they should be put into the city to fight in the streets. It might be better. After all, we didn't take advantage of the shooting."
Maoming Antaiji said: "Yes, Jinong's words make sense. I feel that they were forced to attack the city. Put them in for street fighting and hand-to-hand combat. These people are definitely not our opponents. Let them in, and those outside will People can't force them with firearms, and their combat effectiveness will definitely drop significantly."
Dasa nodded and said: "Then bring them in to fight with knives. These farmers are no match for our Mongolian warriors. The Han people are all grass eaters, just like sheep. We Mongolians are all meat eaters, just like wolves. Sheep. How can they be the wolf's opponent? Just fight in the streets, hand-to-hand, kill them as much as possible, then we retreat to Linhe. Go to Xitao, where we will meet the reinforcements. Then fight back."
All Taiji agreed, so they immediately went back to take action.
Zhang Shize looked at it with the binoculars for a while and said strangely: "Hey, what is the old thief doing? He actually retreated the people on the city wall."
Yang Fan sneered and said: "He is a thousand-year-old fox. He can see that these people are not from the Beijing camp, but adapted from the people. He thinks that it will be beneficial to him to put them in for street fighting."
Zhang Shize burst into laughter. Daza, this old thief, is a chicken thief.
Seeing that these people were not serious soldiers, he thought that fighting was not good, so he planned to eat them.
But Zhang Shize knew that these people were all desperadoes from Shanxi and Southern Zhili, tough bandits, swordsmen, and felons in prison. These people are not good at fighting with dignity, but when it comes to fighting with knives, they are not necessarily worse than the Mongols.
In Yang Fan's words, the masters are among the people.
While they were talking, they saw that the siege troops, who had been suppressed, were throwing the red willow bundles under the city wall. Slopes were soon paved. A large number of troops have climbed onto the city wall.
This makes these people very excited. Although they were forced to go to the battlefield, they all knew that there was a reward for being the first to get there. There must be a reward. And this time the commander-in-chief said that he would be rewarded fifty taels of silver for beheading a Tatar, which he would cash in immediately and never default on.
It turns out that the officials of the Ming Dynasty were deceivers. It's strange that soldiers would believe them.
When Wanli conquered Korea and during the Battle of Pyongyang, Commander-in-Chief Li Rusong said that he would be rewarded with 20,000 taels of silver first. As a result, Qi Jiajun was the first to scale the city wall. Later, after the war, not only did they not honor the reward, they also tricked the Qi family's army into going to the military camp to receive the reward, and then ambushed them and killed them all.
Finally, he reported the Jizhou mutiny to the imperial court. The officials protected each other and suppressed the matter.
No one believed what officials in the Ming Dynasty said. Their credit is already bankrupt.
But no one didn't believe what Marshal Yang said.
Because everything was cashed out, basically at the time.
For example, if he says you disobey, he will chop your head off. Cut it immediately, without losing a minute.
Similarly, if you say reward money, do it immediately, and definitely do it on the same day.
No matter how late it is. Even in the middle of the night, they used torches to hand out money. Don't say it's raining, even if you cut the knife and hold the lid on the pot, it will still happen.
Marshal Yang's servants personally distributed them to every officer and soldier. No one can be greedy for ink. Tan Mo's head is hanging on the camp gate.
Not to mention that there is no problem with military pay, just put them in Xinghe Bank's bankbook, and you can follow the army's Xinghe Bank to deposit and withdraw money at any time. Not even a copper coin is missing.
Even civilians get a subsidy of 50 copper coins a month, which is extra pocket money given by the army.
Normally, these civilians are conscripted, which is equivalent to corvee labor, and the government does not pay them. If the time is less than one month, they don't even care about food, and they need to bring it from home.
This was the first time for these civilians to enjoy hot food three meals a day, and all they ate were grains. Even though it is three-year-old corn. But I’m full. All you can eat is unlimited.
And if they pay fifty grand every month, they won't be able to save any money throughout the year. It's good if they don't owe new debts.
In the past few months, not only have I not become fat and thin, but I have been too thin to die like before when I conquered the corvee. Two or three out of ten people died.
They all gained weight from eating, and went from being as skinny as a stick to having bones in their bodies that were like blowing up balloons, and their muscles were bulging.
They all come from a background of doing heavy work, and if they are thin, they will be hungry. Not enough to eat and severely malnourished. When it gets dark, I can't see anything clearly. As long as he can eat enough, he will soon have lumps all over his body.
Although these people are unstable elements from various places, for them. Fifty taels is not a small amount of money. In this era, an acre of land in the north only costs just over 40 taels. Buying twelve acres of dry land is not a problem. Enough to feed a family.
As long as a Tatar's head is chopped off, it is not a dream for the whole family to have a house and land.
Seeing five regiments and more than 18,000 people, they climbed over the city wall and entered the city.
