Inside the city.
Magistrate Song Mingyi did not enjoy the cheers of his subordinates on the tower with Sun Jie, the commander-in-chief.
When Sun Jie launched a counterattack, all the auxiliary soldiers were sent to defend the city. Although all the soldiers had returned to the city at this time, Magistrate Song finally let go of his worries, but he still had to treat the wounded, replenish damaged weapons, and make food and drinks, so he could not complete the defense for a while.
In accordance with Sun Jie's request in advance, the prefect of Song Dynasty, sweating profusely, ordered the yamen servants and strong women to move out all the station buildings in the yamen. He also gathered the carpenters and coffin shops in the city to urgently build many wooden cages. , all filled with bricks and stones, and filled into the two projecting door openings to block the gap. He also released all the prisoners in the prison, and built two walls of sheep and horses as high as half a man outside the gap, leading directly to the small camp in front of the west gate, so that if the thieves tried to break through from here, they could stop them in time.
Sun Jie was in a tent at the rescue center, looking at his guard captain Shi Erlei with concern.
This is an orphan, and his mother, who also came from a military family, has died long ago. My father was a general manager, and he had a hard time raising a baby in the camp, and there was no hope. So, in another tragic siege many years ago, he entrusted the Second Thunder to Sun Jie, who was still a general, and took the lead in reporting to the death squads, using his own life to change his baby's future... From then on, he I took this boy with me, watched him grow up day by day, taught him martial arts and military skills, and even helped him get married. Although they are as close as father and son, they have never been together.
Everyone knows that the commander-in-chief has good intentions: he cannot let the old historian die, and he cannot cut off the incense of sacrifice during the New Year.
He was not required to participate in this sortie, but this kid wanted to go because his eyes were red. Sun Jie knew that the desperate attack by the death squads a while ago had aroused his thoughts about his biological father.
If you can't stop it, then go ahead. We are warriors. Life or death is God's will. This is fate.
The injury wasn't serious, just a stab in the left arm - but it could be fatal if done wrong.
There was once a guerrilla with a hanging title. An arrow was hit in his leg. It only penetrated seven or eight parts of the flesh. He pulled it out and applied gold wound medicine. It was fine at first, and I couldn't even see any injuries when I walked, and I yelled and drank and gambled with my brothers, but then the wound started to ooze pus, and I had a fever and died within a few days! The doctor said the arrowhead might have been simmered with poison, but who knows.
The knife cut very deeply, almost to the point of revealing the bones. Fragments of arm armor, rags and other dirt were embedded in the flesh. Fortunately, the wound was blocked and not much blood flowed, but it was enough to deal with it in a short while. It took a lot of effort to remove the twisted arm armor, and Er Lei shivered in pain. This guy is a tough guy. He was injured and even stabbed two people. If he didn't stop the team, he would probably cut himself to the point of losing his strength.
The doctor found a piece of wood and wrapped it in a rag for Shi Erlei to bite. Several brothers worked together to press him against the door panel. Just as the doctor was about to step forward, Sun Jie said in a deep voice: "I'll do it."
Sun Jie pulled out the dagger from his boot and wiped it repeatedly on his sleeve until there was no trace of oil left. In a few strokes, he cleanly picked out the scraps of iron and rags from the wound, and blood came out gurglingly. Although big beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, Er Lei gritted his teeth and remained silent.
"Good job, just bear with it a little longer." Sun Jie nodded and put the dagger into the fire to roast it.
For some reason, there has been a rumor in the military: Sometimes it is just a flesh wound, but even if they apply medicine, many people still say it is gone. However, most people who are hit by rockets can survive as long as they do not hit the vital point.
Pay attention, it is indeed the case. It should be that fire overcomes metal.
Glancing at the red-hot dagger, Er Lei closed his eyes fiercely.
The dark red tip of the knife was lightly burned on the wound, and wisps of green smoke came out of the flesh. The person finally passed out from the pain.
The doctor lowered his hands beside him and comforted him: "Don't worry, Commander. Mr. Qian is as strong as an ox. He is auspicious and has good fortune. He will be fine for sure."
Sun Jie groaned and replied: "Look, once the fever subsides, everything will be fine."
After leaving the tent, I raised my head to the sky and prayed silently: Lao Shi, please protect the baby...
Sun Jie returned to the commander's tent and called to Master Shang Wenchang: "Master Shang, please help me write a letter home."
Master Shang cupped his hands and said, "If you dare to disobey the commander's orders, please tell me what to write."
Sun Jie said: "It doesn't matter what you write, you can make it up as you like. But you have to write in the words 'que', 'li', 'five', 'you', and 'jin'. Well, after writing these Just put an ink mark before the sentence."
Master wrote it in a moment and submitted it.
After the master resigned, Sun Jie asked his soldiers to invite Song Ming to discuss: "Your Majesty, the general's literacy is limited. I have just drafted a letter home. Could you please help me read it to avoid any mistakes."
"this……"
Song Mingyi, who was born as a serious Jinshi, like other civil servants of the Ming Dynasty, originally looked down upon the martial artist in front of him. But in the face of a formidable enemy, no matter how despised he is in his heart, he is still more polite than usual on the outside. After getting along with each other for this period of time, Magistrate Song knew clearly in his heart: If he relied on himself alone, he would have been destroyed long ago, and his perception could not help but be greatly improved. After winning two games in a row, I not only felt sympathy for Sun Jie, but even felt like a supporter in my heart. However, at this moment, I heard that this man actually wrote a letter home while being surrounded by enemy soldiers. It is really shameful for a man who is a dignified man to be involved in a woman's family! Moreover, there is inevitably the risk of major military information being leaked! The disdain that had been suppressed in my heart came out again, and a look of worry could not help but appear on his face.
Sun Jie noticed Song Mingyi's invitation and held his hand with a smile: "Sir, the general is not a person who does not know how to measure. Thank you for your work."
Song Mingyi was stunned when he heard this, as if he understood something, and began to read the letter...
After reading it, he said in a daze: "Shuai Sun, this family letter seems to be ordinary, but at this moment, I am writing this letter, and I guess there must be a mystery. Can you ask the commander to clear up my doubts?"
Sun Jie gave a bitter smile and said, "My lord, let me tell you the truth, this book is related to military affairs. We have different paths in civil and military affairs. I hope you will forgive me."
Song Mingyi, who no longer had any doubts, left his seat, bowed deeply to Sun Jie, stood up and said seriously: "Shuai Sun said that's right."
Sun Jie quickly left his seat and bowed to the ground in return: "Master Magistrate, I am so ashamed of myself! A capital crime, a capital crime!"
Song Mingyi held his hand, looked into Sun Jie's eyes, and said slowly: "Commander Sun, there is no need to be too modest. Although the official is a scholar, he is by no means a ungrateful person. I have a few words from the bottom of my heart today, and I won't be happy if I don't say them. As the saying goes, : Ants are still greedy for life. The thieves and soldiers are suppressing the country. Although Song has read a lot of sages and sages, death has been the only option since ancient times. It is not that Song has never thought about it. However, the lower officials know that if they become thieves, the whole family will not be able to escape. If you are angry, your family will be destroyed. Therefore, the lower official has made up his mind: the day the city is broken is the time to serve the country. Song Mou fought to death with his sword in the Yamen, which can be said to be a great success, and he can also change the dog's job. , no longer have to suffer the pain of those ten years of cold window. If Sun Shuai had not generously come to help alone, Song would have been killed by the sword today. There is no words to repay the great kindness, and if Sun Shuai would not abandon him, Song would be willing to marry Sun Shuai. If you say something within five days, the sun will tell you!"
Sun Jie was deeply moved by these heartfelt words. Starting from the Song Dynasty, Zhao Kuangyin consciously emphasized culture to suppress military force and used culture to control military force in order to avoid repeating the mistakes of the Tang Dynasty when the army became larger and the vassal towns were separated. The Taizu of this dynasty did an even better job, killing almost all the heroes, especially the military generals group, to the point that Emperor Chengzu "cleared the emperor" and Emperor Jianwen could not find any generals who could lead his troops to compete! Time flies, and by this time, soldiers have no status at all. A seventh-rank county magistrate, as long as he is happy, can always find an excuse to beat a third-rank general in the street! The magistrate of the Song Dynasty proposed a sworn sworn alliance and also made an oath to the Heavenly Alliance, which shows that he was indeed sincere in his words.
Sun Jie couldn't help but said with emotion: "Sir! Sun is a warrior and doesn't know how to say polite words. Thanks to your favor, I vow to live and die with Brother Song. The secrets of military information are not worthy of being shared with outsiders. Brother Song is very close these days. I took the arrows and stones to kill the enemy side by side with the generals, and I dare not hide it. Brother Song, please see, there are several words marked in this letter, the mystery is here."
"Military information should be communicated in cryptic language. According to the old rules of "Wu Jing Zong Yao", military information is nothing more than: please bow, please arrow, please armor, please gun flag... a total of forty items, the general will remember it in his heart when he was young. Five-character rhyme poem It also has forty characters, which can correspond to each other one by one. There are many rhythmic poems. Even if they are captured by the enemy, or even if the messenger surrenders to the enemy, how will the enemy know which one is our army's calligraphy? When the general is traveling, he and the manager will temporarily Meet in "Du Shaofu's Appointment in Shuzhou". Don't expect that the general will be limited in literacy, but he can indeed memorize a few of these five-character poems. My younger brother was born in a military family, and he received many sticks from his father for this when he was young. Although Master Shang is reliable, However, we don’t dare to make mistakes when it comes to military matters, so I bothered Brother Song to do the inspection on my behalf. I’m laughing at you!”
Song Mingyi laughed loudly and slapped Sun Jie hard, praising him sincerely: "Young brother is a great talent! Foolish brother has learned a lesson!"
He quickly glanced at the letter again, pointed to the marked words with one hand, and counted them with the other hand. He murmured the entire poem "Du Shaofu's Appointment to Shuzhou" silently, and said with a smile: "That's it. Brother Xian gave me some advice, so Brother Yu made a guess: Ask for arrows, ask for guard equipment, ask for soldiers, ask for food and fodder, the enemy is slightly defeated... is that right?"
The two held hands and laughed, and ordered their followers to set up an incense table and sworn sworn vows.
Later, Song Mingyi personally copied two more copies of the letter, and three of Sun Jie's personal soldiers separated from the wall at night and sneaked them to the provincial capital.
Guan Shengyun gathered up the defeated troops and took stock of his troops.
After the two new battles were defeated, the losses of the auxiliary troops were too great: the captured militiamen were almost wiped out, and almost all of the most experienced auxiliary troops died in the tunnels. They had to find ways to replenish them. But other than that, the number of casualties among the soldiers was only about 400, and no bones or muscles were injured. Although there were two small setbacks, the overall strategic situation remained the same, and the initiative on the battlefield was still firmly controlled by one's own side. I couldn't help but feel reassured.
According to most conventions, when encountering a hard nut to crack, it is a good idea to encircle three towers and give the defenders a way out: the military leader can always find a reason for himself to escape before the battle, such as misjudging the enemy's situation and sending troops to pursue him. As a result, he fell into the enemy's plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain or something. The civil servants who had the responsibility to protect the territory could not run away. Apart from risking their lives and being executed and surrendered, the only way was to leave a note on the southeast branch saying "I will die in danger to repay the kindness of the king". The enemy in front of you will be at the bottom with two wins. If you run away at this time, your life will definitely be safe, and the maximum penalty will be demotion. Regardless of the usual bastards, when it comes to employing people, Chao Ting can clearly distinguish what is important and what is important, and it is not impossible to even be dismissed and retained to perform meritorious deeds.
However, one's own morale is a big problem. If the city must be besieged as soon as it comes, then it is called using soldiers like magic weapons without any bloodshed. If you continue to use this method after successive defeats, you will be afraid of the enemy like a tiger - don't think about it in the future! My own prestige can only be boosted by catching them all in one fell swoop and then massacring the city.
According to details, the food reserves in the city are limited. As long as you play steadily and don't rush for success, your opponent will be trapped in a lonely city and will inevitably die sooner or later.
So the deployment was adjusted, four gates were surrounded, and a battalion was sent to each gate in turn to guard every day, so that the defensive troops could break through. The remaining auxiliary soldiers and garrison soldiers were mobilized, and several official roads were dug into ravines. The paths were lined with horses, traps were dug, and light and dark sentries were arranged. Although the army no longer has the ability to maneuver large-scale long-distances due to the loss of auxiliary troops, it is still not a problem to defend the camp and pursue and defeat the enemy with short assaults.
Thinking of the auxiliary army, he continued to explain: Each battalion would take out a few fruits and let the experienced commander Qianbian take them with him, and search carefully in the distance to see if they could catch some more escapees who slipped through the net. At this time, just put it into a bowl and it’s a vegetable, which is better than nothing. In particular, we must pay attention to the fact that in case the enemy breaks out, each unit must be cautious when pursuing and killing, and capture more strong guys to supplement them.
The generals from all walks of life responded in unison.
Gong Derun, a guerrilla from the Zhenyong Battalion, made a suggestion: No matter which gate the enemy breaks through, the defenders must make blocking and delaying their attack the first priority! No matter what the losses are, after the war, the number of people who blocked the enemy will be replenished first, and then each battalion will select people. If there are any left, finally everyone will share the prisoners according to merit.
This suggestion was unanimously approved by all generals.
We are all veterans of the military affairs, and everyone's calculations are clear to each other: if the enemy breaks out, he must concentrate all his efforts and make a desperate move. This kind of risk-taking effort may not be stopped by two or three battalions alone. Under normal circumstances, frontline generals will let most of the enemy troops go, leaving only the part they can eat. The opponent's first priority is to escape. It is impossible to fight hard and attack a heavily defended camp. Every one who can escape counts. But as a result, other prisoners who came to aid the friendly forces were nowhere to be found. Everyone's losses were considerable. Replenishing one or two battalions was of little significance to the entire army.
Gong Derun's proposal actually means: Don't retain your strength as an enemy general. Even if you spend all your money, everyone will let you get it back first along with the profit...
After a stalemate for several days, suddenly Tangqi came to report: Hundreds of miles southeast, reinforcements from the defenders were found. The scale is small, about a thousand people. But - it's all cavalry!
Guan Shengyun was shocked and sent several more groups of scouts, each equipped with two horses, to report the enemy's situation at any time. I spread out the map alone and started thinking about it...
Half an hour later, there was a soft shout: "Here comes! Send an order: Generals above the guerrilla level in each battalion will come to the Chinese army camp immediately for a military meeting!"
