Chapter 209 Error
Originally, Guiyang belonged to the Xuanwei Division of Guizhou and was the capital of Guizhou Province as it is today, but its scale was much smaller in the Ming Dynasty. One theory is that Guiyang was given the name "Guizhou" during the Northern Song Dynasty. However, according to more orthodox records, Guiyang City was first built in the Zhizheng period of the Yuan Dynasty as a small earth city. It was not expanded or repaired until the fifteenth year of Hongwu. After a while. Even so, the entire Guiyang City is only nine miles and seven minutes around. The city is two feet and two feet high and has only five gates: Wusheng Gate in the east, Chaojing Gate in the south, Dehua Gate in the south, Shengquan Gate in the west, and Shengquan Gate in the north. Said Rouyuanmen. From the perspective of urban structure, about one kilometer on each side, it is a small county town.
When An Yaochen was alive, as his liaison with the government, An Bangyan had lived in Guiyang for a long time and was very familiar with the environment. Therefore, he chose the North Gate, which was in disrepair, as the first target to attack.
This is a big mistake.
Because Li Jingwu also made the same judgment.
The north gate was originally built on a high slope, and there was a deep ditch outside that could be used as a moat. On the day he received the warning, Li Jingwu organized the people in the city to heighten the north wall, clean the trenches, and most importantly, he deployed the trump card in his hand here...
Three thousand suppressing troops!
An Bangyan arranged for 20,000 people to attack the north gate. However, the Zhenyu soldiers, who are known to be brave, lived up to expectations and fought to the death!
The fierce battle lasted from morning to dusk. Every time the Shuixi Army came in like a tide, and receded like a tide, the small formation of the suppressing soldiers was as solid as a rock. In front of the battle, the corpses of both sides overlapped and intertwined, and the blood made the unique red soil of the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau even more shocking.
An Bangyan, who was watching the battle, was a little angry: he knew that his Shuixi Army was not as powerful as She Chongming's Yongning Army, but he didn't expect that the difference was so much - 20,000 versus 3,000, the battle lasted for almost a whole day, and even the city wall was not even touched. Touch it!
So he made his second mistake today: withdrawing his troops and attacking Ximen instead.
Husband fights with courage. Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.
The Shuixi army, which had lost its sharp edge, rushed towards the west gate in chaos as soon as they heard about the amnesty. Li Jingwu, who was on the north wall, hurried to the west wall to supervise the battle. However, the battle was much easier than he expected: there were less than two hundred archers on the west wall. After a few rounds of arrows were fired, it became dark, and the Shuixi army retreated. Set up camp for the night.
However, after all, this was Li Jingwu's first time on the battlefield in person, and he also made a mistake, a small mistake that indirectly led to the tragic tragedy. The more than a hundred people who were hastily organized shot a few rounds of arrows and defeated a hundred times the enemy. Mr. Li knew that he should give a lot of encouragement: boosting the morale to an extremely high level, there would be a better chance of winning tomorrow's battle.
So, he stayed at the Western Wall. Master Li walked into the middle of the soldiers, patting their shoulders one by one and praising them loudly. In this era, the lowest-level soldiers received personal praise from the governor, the highest official position in the province, and the consequences can be imagined. Those Western Wall soldiers who "defeated" the rebels by shooting at most five or six arrows across the wall stacks, the fear in their hearts disappeared, and their morale was as high as ever, as Mr. Li expected...
Yes, Mr. Li forgot about the soldiers who fought hard for a day outside the north gate!
After a bloody battle, the enemy was finally defeated. The suppressing soldiers dragged back more than a hundred bloody comrade-in-arms corpses from the pile of corpses in front of the formation, and placed them side by side behind the small military formation. The wounded soldiers were temporarily placed next to the morgue. Groans and cries of pain were heard endlessly, and occasionally there were shrill screams that seemed to penetrate the dark dusk. This was when the doctor accompanying the army was pulling out the arrows that had penetrated the body, or instructing the soldiers to cut off the injured limbs that could not be cured. , and, press red hot coals on the wound section to stop bleeding and disinfect...
There are only two doctors and more than 300 wounded soldiers. Soon, the herbal boxes carried by the two doctors were exhausted, and they had only managed a total of twenty wounded soldiers.
A young soldier in his twenties was leaning in the arms of another older man. Judging by their appearance, they were two brothers. The younger brother's right knee was completely shattered, and the white broken bones were particularly shocking against the solidified black blood clots. A doctor hurriedly came over, took a look, shook his head, sighed, and wanted to turn around and leave. My brother grabbed me and cried and begged: "Sir, out of kindness, please save our brother!" As he spoke, he spoke softly. Put down his brother and kneel down solemnly. Kowtowed his head heavily.
The doctor hurriedly jumped to avoid it, shook his head and said: "There is no way to save him. There is no way to save him. You'd better give him a good time."
The elder brother was not willing to listen. He knelt on his knees and held the doctor's legs tightly, pleading with him. The dispute between the two caused a small commotion. A man who looked like an army officer came over quickly and shouted: "Why are you arguing!"
He looked up and saw that the officer was an acquaintance. His brother grabbed straws and shouted: "Brother from the Ma family, it's Ashi! Shitou is injured. Brother Ma's brother told his husband to save Shitou! Shitou killed two people today." There’s a thief!”
Seeing the officer surnamed Ma looking at him with a gloomy face, the doctor was anxious and frightened, and his voice was already crying: "General, it's not that I don't want to treat this little one, but look at his injuries! Little one!" There really is no medicine!"
The officer and brother A Shi were relatives from the same village. He looked at A Shi's wounds and said angrily: "What nonsense! You only injured one leg, but you are going to take your brother's life? I think you are a thief!" "As he spoke, his hand was already on the handle of the knife at his waist.
"Master General! Master General, listen to what I have to say! After listening to what I have to say, why don't you chop him down before you kill him!" I don't know whether he was frightened or moved sincerely. The doctor's tears fell down and he leaned over as he spoke. Opening the empty medicine box, "General, please take a closer look at this brother's injuries. The bones are all broken, and most of them are broken into the flesh. The inside is smashed! This kind of injury has to be broken at knee level with a sharp ax." Go, burn the wound with fire, and then apply the golden sore ointment. After three to five days, if the fever subsides, your life will be saved even though half of your leg is missing! Is the small golden sore ointment really useless? Without applying medicine, this brother suffered a lot in vain, and then began to soak in pus from the inside, and rotten from the injured section. When the remaining half of the leg turned black, the poisonous gas had already penetrated the blood along the heart, and the person was still dead. Save, are you going to live in pain for more than ten days?"
The officer's expression softened and he asked: "Is it difficult to prepare your golden sore ointment? Can we send a few brothers to accompany you to find some herbs to mix it?"
The doctor replied: "It's not difficult to match. Lard, yellow wax, rosin, and borneol are all common things, but there are only mother-in-law and honeysuckle vines in the wild. You have to go to the city to get the rest. They are everywhere, but the city gate is not closed." I’ve called you several times, but I can’t get in.”
The officer looked up at the dark north wall, gritted his teeth, and nodded to Brother Ashishi: "Just wait." He turned around and strode away. The doctor said to Brother A Shi: "If we can enter the city, I will mix the medicine and come to find you right away." Yan Bi lowered his head and hurriedly looked at the other wounded soldiers.
The officer came to the Chinese army commander's tent. Several other middle and lower-level officers were already gathered there. They talked angrily to their commander. Everyone's request was very simple: After a day of fighting, he was about to die. It was night, and everyone went into the city to rest, leaving their injured brothers in the city. We couldn't just watch these heroes and warriors die helplessly and miserably in the cold night outside the city, right?
The person who led the Zhenyu soldiers was Tian Baisheng, the deputy general of Zhenyu. Deputy Marshal Tian himself was also the envoy of the Wuzhai Chief Sui Xuan.
In the seventh year of Hongwu, the local chieftain Tian Ruming and his son, under the orders of Zhu Yuanzhang, contributed greatly to the Panyang Lake Rebellion in quelling Chen Youliang's remnants and Zhou Wengui. After the rebellion was over, they returned to their hometown. Tian Ruming was named the Tuojiang Xuanwei Envoy. The eldest son Tian Maowen inherited his father's position and became the The second son of the chieftain, Tian Maowu, was granted the title of Chief Officer of Zhuziping, the third son of Tian Maobi was granted the title of Chief of Officer of Pingtou Zhuoke, the fourth son of Tian Maoliang was granted the title of Chief of Officer of Duping'ayi, and the fifth son of Tian Maoying was granted the title of Chief of Officer of Langxi. This is how Wuzhai Chang's lawsuit got its name. Because of the mixed Han and Han tribes in western Hunan, in the third year of Longqing, the Ming court set up a military camp in Fenghuang Mountain to monitor the various chieftains and prevent Miao rebellion. The military camp was named after Fenghuang Mountain and was called Fenghuang Camp - from then on the name "Phoenix" It first appeared in books, which is also the origin of the name of Fenghuang Ancient City today.
As time passed, the five villages had been integrated into one, and the soldiers of the Phoenix Battalion had changed from Han soldiers to a mixture of Han and Han descendants. The autonomy of the local chieftains, who were in charge of the army and the people, was still firmly in the hands of the Tian family.
Due to the ancestral bond of blood and fire with the imperial court, the relationship between Tian's chieftain family and the Guizhou government was completely different from that of other chieftains such as She and An. As early as the chaos in Zhang Heming's Fu Guizhou campaign, Tian Baisheng led 3,000 elite soldiers into Guiyang to assist in defense. In today's battle, the Tian family's suppressing troops did not disappoint the court's expectations.
Tian Baisheng was very angry. Logically speaking, the enemy troops have retreated, and the north gate of Guiyang should have been opened by now. The army entered the city to rest, had a full hot meal, and had a good sleep. They left their injuries and wounds early the next morning, and then marched out to meet the enemy! What the brothers need is not only physical rest, but more importantly, support in the heart - there is a fortified city behind them, and they can get strong support at any time during the bloody battle. But today's battle was already extremely infuriating: the soldiers fighting against the enemy were fighting below, while the Han soldiers on the north wall were just looking at them with their heads flinching, and there were actually many civilians watching the excitement! Don’t you have blunderbuss and magical cannons in your hands? Even if you fire them loudly, you can’t hit the thieves. Let’s put it aside. Anyway, the brothers below can’t see the thieves’ rear group, but their spirit is definitely different. ! The results of it? The city gate is always closed. Mr. Li, you are too underestimating our seedlings. Although there are only three thousand people, can't we still defend the place outside the north gate that is as big as a palm? That's all, if you haven't opened the door yet, what do you Han people mean?
Angry, Tian Baisheng didn't think too much at first. He knew that Mr. Li had gone to the west gate, and he guessed that some Han official had been negligent and opened the door late. While he was sulking, the leaders of each village came one after another, so they sent people to call the city quickly.
Unexpectedly, the herald who went to call the city came back dejectedly: The city replied, Mr. Li is not here, no one dares to open the door, so you can just stay outside for the night!
Deputy Marshal Tian was angry: I dare you not to think that the lives of the seedlings we suppressed are not our lives, so we should all be buried in the wilderness for you Han people? What the hell do you think you are!
The leaders of each village were furious when they heard the news. Almost every soldier in this army is a member of his own clan. As a leader, do you want to watch them lose their lives in vain?
With a "bang" sound, Tian Baisheng kicked several tables over, a few hard breads fell to the ground, and the rice wine in the pottery bowl spilled all over the floor, "Let's go home!"
Brother Shitou's tearful eyes looked at Brother Ma's family who had left and returned. The latter silently shook his head at him with a face full of grief and indignation, then leaned down and said softly: "Brother, let's do it." His thick arms carefully took Shitou's upper body, and asked him to lean on his arms. He closed Shitou's eyes and said softly: "Don't cry, Shitou. It'll be fine in just a moment. When we get there, With our ancestors, the pig was roasted on the prosperous fire. It was very fragrant. If you put some salt on it, there would be no more pain." The dagger in his right hand touched the stone neck quickly and lightly...
The soldier's silent tears fell on Shi Shi's calm face and flowed down slowly.
"Wow".
Brother Shitou's sad cry pierced the night sky.
"Wow".
There were cries among the wounded soldiers. The lightly wounded were dragged up, and the seriously wounded died in the arms of their brothers and close friends.
By the time Li Jingwu rushed back to the north gate, he only intercepted the rear column of less than 400 people. Tian Baisheng had already led the main force of his suppressing troops to set fire and set foot on the mountain road back to his hometown overnight.
The military envoy sent by Lord Li risked being overheard and attacked by the Shuixi Army and called in vain.
No one in the team who returned home looked back.
