Black clouds are pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it.
Gansu's elite soldiers who fought in hundreds of battles were also eclipsed.
The Han style is majestic.
Half a month later.
The afternoon approaches evening.
The weather was sunny and a bit windy.
Although the day was coming to an end, the Han army's offensive continued as if it were morning.
Han armies from the east, south, and west directions continued to launch fierce attacks on Lanzhou City amid the shouting of drums and horns.
This happened every day for fifteen days in a row.
The southern camp of the Han army.
On the camp gate. The flag with the word "Han" flutters in the wind and makes a hunting sound.
Wu Nian was wearing heavy armor and standing with a knife handle in his hand, looking serious. Civil and military personnel followed each other, but they were also silent.
Guan Chaoqiang didn't dare to make a sound, he just looked at it with his eyes and sighed in his heart.
It's so powerful.
The Han army was not only brave and good at fighting, fearless of death, but also extremely strong in logistics. During these fifteen days, Guan Chaoqiang saw the miraculous medical skills of the Han army.
Alcohol, catgut, surgery, etc.
This medical treatment greatly enhanced the survival rate of wounded soldiers of the Han army. Soldiers who recover quickly return to the battlefield after being injured.
This is one of the secrets of the strength of the Han army.
Wu Nian's eyes always fell on the battlefield. In such an intense war, it would not be enough to rely on Xiao Yu and other infantry troops.
His Ouchi bodyguards also entered the battlefield.
Under such a powerful offensive. Lanzhou City was still defended by Han Laocheng.
The Han army's offensive could not maintain this intensity. If Han Laocheng does not escape and insists on defending the city, it is really possible to fight for a year.
Let's see now whether Han Laocheng was frightened and abandoned the city.
"Run quickly." Wu Nian raised his head and looked at the banner with the word "Liang" on the Lanzhou City Gate Tower with great hope.
On the Lanzhou City.
Gansu soldiers are still fighting hard, but their morale is extremely low.
Han Laocheng's expedient plan of falsely claiming that Turkic reinforcements were coming soon had sequelae. Now there is not even any news from the Turks.
Many Gansu soldiers felt that they had been deceived.
The scale has tilted towards the Han army.
The last hours of the day were very difficult. When the afterglow in the west dissipated and the sky completely fell into darkness, the rapid sound of gold and iron came from the Han army camp.
"Ding ding ding."
Ming Jin withdraws his troops.
Under the command of generals and officers, the Han army retreated in an orderly manner.
When the Gansu soldiers heard the sound of gold and iron, they breathed a sigh of relief. The archers reluctantly fired a few arrows before giving up.
Everyone was sitting on the ground, breathing heavily.
The civilians in charge of logistics immediately walked up to the city wall, carried the wounded soldiers down for treatment, and distributed dry food.
Pieces of large cakes without any condiments.
The Gansu soldiers, however, grabbed the big cake and ate it with water, as if it was a delicacy.
Xiliang Palace, in the side hall.
Han Laocheng was wearing heavy armor and sitting on the throne, accompanied by eunuchs on his left and right.
Below are Panda and Dou Rong.
"Half a month has passed, and there has been no news from the Turks. The morale of the army has been shaken, but the Han army's attack is still fierce. The city may be breached at any time. Your Majesty, I think it is time to take action now. "
Dou Rong sighed and bowed his hands.
"Your Majesty, I have left the green hills without worrying about firewood. There are still five thousand elite cavalry and countless war horses in the city. We can take away ten thousand people. We go to the Turks. If we advance, we can wait for the opportunity, and if we retreat, we can establish a foothold in the Western Region. It is better to be a guest of the Turks than to sit in the sleepy city and die in Lanzhou City." Panda clasped his fists in a tacit understanding and advised Han Laocheng.
Han Laocheng was still hesitant.
What Panda said makes sense. If you retreat to the Western Region, you can still wait for opportunities.
But will this opportunity come?
With the strength of the Han army, there may not be a chance in a hundred years, let alone a few years.
If I go to the Western Regions, I'm afraid I will always be a barbarian.
Although Han Laocheng had good relations with the Turks and Slavs, he was only making use of them. From the bottom of his heart, he was proud of being a Han Chinese.
Once you leave, it will be difficult to come back.
He will always be a barbarian, dying as a guest in a foreign land.
but.
If you stay in Lanzhou City, you may die at any time. Maybe tomorrow, or tonight.
perhaps.
After Han Laocheng hesitated for a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "Call Dong Jun in."
"Yes." Dou Rong breathed a sigh of relief, bowed and went down. Not long after, he walked in with a strong-armed general.
It was General Dong Jun.
"Your Majesty." Dong Jun bowed and saluted.
"General Dong, no courtesy." Han Laocheng looked at Dong Jun's face, remembering every bit of the relationship between the monarch and his ministers, showing sadness, but gritted his teeth and said: "General Dong, the lonely king plans to abandon the city and leave. But we need to Leave the general behind to guard Lanzhou City and delay the Han army."
"The final general will not give up even if he dies." Dong Jun said without hesitation.
"General Dong is really a loyal minister." Han Laocheng shed tears sadly and choked up.
After a long time, Dong Jun left the Xiliang Palace. Han Laocheng also began to operate secretly.
That night.
Outside Xiliang Palace.
Han Laocheng was wearing heavy armor, and was accompanied by his eldest son Han Jin, second son Han Yong, and many sons who were adults or nearly adults.
He left his daughter and youngest son in the palace.
Abandoned.
There is no other way. The next step is to escape. Even if you take him away, you won't be able to survive.
Han Laocheng took a deep look at the Xiliang Palace, sighed, got on his horse, and led everyone out of the North City Gate. Together with the five thousand elite soldiers who had been waiting for him, as well as the generals and officers' families, they headed north to Juechen.
The next morning, it was still dark.
General Dong Jun, in the name of Han Laocheng, summoned the civil and military personnel who were still guarding Lanzhou City to enter the palace. He placed Han Laocheng's youngest son, Han Gui, on the throne. Wearing heavy armor, he stood beside the throne. Facing the bewildered ministers of civil and military affairs, he said in a deep voice: "Everyone, last night, the prince went out of the city to ask for help in the Western Regions."
"The reinforcements will definitely arrive in Lanzhou City within one month."
"We are working hard to defend the city, and whoever dares to relax will be killed without mercy."
The civil and military ministers were all in an uproar. If the same thing was said twice, it would not work.
first. Han Laocheng said that Turkic reinforcements would arrive in half a month.
Everyone defended the city bravely.
Now Han Lao has left Chengdu, leaving Dong Jun and his younger son Han Gui to guard the city. Still using this rhetoric, the Turks will come soon.
When will the Turks come?
But no one dared to stand up and refute Dong Jun's words.
this person. Very, very strong.
And he is loyal to Han Laocheng and is the Han family's dog.
Under Dong Jun's strong suppression, the Gansu soldiers in Lanzhou City were still preparing to defend the city.
Just low morale.
But after dawn, the Gansu soldiers looked at the Han army camp ahead in surprise. In the past, at this time, the Han army had already begun preparations for siege in full swing.
But today's Han army camp is silent.
This made it difficult for the soldiers of the Gansu Army, who had been attacked by the Han army for fifteen days, to adapt for a while.
