On the north mountain of the battlefield, a few people stood among the dead branches and leaves, using the cover of fluffy grass to observe the battlefield.
The person being surrounded was a tall, strong man with a Taoist crown on his head. He was wearing a hood and looked at the battlefield outside the north gate with his arms folded.
After a moment, he raised his arm and pointed to the center: "Guo Tianxing, who is that person charging into the formation?"
Beside him was Zhang Tianlin, who had stayed in Liujiazhuang for a few days.
"Didn't I tell you that the great benevolent man of Yan'an Mansion is a tiger general."
Zhang Tianlin looked towards the river and said: "He is giving the people the rear. This is not the first time he has done this. Earlier he robbed King Qin Zhuangzi and distributed food to the people."
"Oh, you said... He was a forward player in Yansui Town, and his brother took over as your team manager."
The person who was talking to Zhang Tianlin suddenly realized, and immediately said doubtfully: "But you said that their family has no objection.
They will neither provide us with food and fodder, nor join forces with us. At most, they will not merge with us through the passage.
How come it hasn’t even been two months and you’re already rushing into the official and military formations? "
Zhang Tianlin was also confused, he sighed and said: "Ask me, who should I ask?
The old man of the Liu family was a scholar, and the two brothers were both scholars. They were supposed to take the martial arts examination. If Mr. Liu hadn't been imprisoned, they might have become presidents now. How could they rebel?
What's more, if you look at this posture, it's clear that Yan'an City has been robbed. "
The man realized it later, slapped his thigh and said anxiously: "He robbed Fucheng, so why are we here?"
This man's name was Wang Ziyong, a native of Yanchuan, and his nickname was Monk Wang.
Unlike most leaders in northern Shaanxi, he has no military background.
Wang Ziyong grew up in a Taoist temple.
His master was very powerful, and he was very good at seeing buried people, healing injuries and illnesses, performing funerals, catching ghosts, drawing talismans, and praying for rain.
But in this world, people are not necessarily buried when they die, let alone visit the cemetery, and there is no need for medical treatment when they are sick. Even if they die, the whole family will die cleanly, and no one will pay for his salvation, let alone people and ghosts walking together in broad daylight.
Praying for rain failed again.
As the Taoist temple became less and less famous, Master starved to death.
The path of a Taoist is impassable.
The king himself eats a lot, so he can only think of crooked ways to fill his stomach. If others need a monk, he will recite Amitabha, and if they need a Taoist priest, he will say Infinite Heavenly Lord.
Later, I discovered that the monk’s path was also impassable.
He had a vague understanding that things that could fool people were no longer enough. If he wanted to make a living, he had to escape from the gods and ghosts and get something real for good men and women.
It happened that there were several fugitives from the east who were begging with him during those two years, which brought him into contact with a doctrine that was more applicable to troubled times, the Wenxiang Sect.
It's the White Lotus Sect.
Of course, this applies to troubled times and does not refer to the rapid spread of the White Lotus Sect.
No matter how fast he preaches, he will starve to death before he can find believers to support him in northern Shaanxi during a severe drought.
Rather, as an older generation of rebel cults, Wang Zi used his fellow beggars from the east and had sufficient experience in rebellion.
After snatching back the magic sword that had been left in the pawnshop and relying on the fists and kicks he learned, Wang Ziyong started his own rebellion in Yanchuan.
From uniting the bankrupt farmers in the villages to resist taxes, to leading the hungry people to destroy the city, they even teamed up with a leader named Hun Tianwang to wipe out the Yanchuan army.
Everything went smoothly until this summer, when Wang Ziyong encountered the biggest disaster in his life while on the march to rob a large household.
It’s raining in Yanchuan.
The master prayed for rain for three years but did not get it, and the king Ziyong rebelled for a year and it came.
Thousands of tribesmen, rejoicing in a drizzle for half an hour, collapsed.
Monk Wang couldn't restrain him, and he didn't want to restrain him.
He just looked at the people quietly in the rain and said to them: "Don't do any evil and do all the good.
If we don't go home, the rain will stop and the moisture will pass, and it will be too late to plant seeds. "
Seeing people kowtow to him apologetically, they happily carry his military rations and run away without looking back.
He was happy and troubled.
The long drought and the rain are the four great joys in life.
But the government does not want thousands of people, only him.
Later, Wang Ziyong teamed up with Zhang Tianlin, who was also worried about Xiao Yu.
After sending a letter to Wang Jiayin in the north to inform them of the situation, the two decided to move to a place that was still dry.
They marched almost at the same time as Li Bei and just missed it. However, they arrived in Yan'an more than ten days late because they hid in Tibet on the way.
At this time, the last battle outside the city has ended, and a new battle will begin soon.
The banner army's front was impregnable before being broken through, but collapsed instantly after the breakthrough.
Mr. Wu Qian, who was at the end of his rope, was very calm when facing Liu Chengzong who rushed into the formation.
He had already thought through all his escape routes.
None of the escape routes could allow him to live a dignified life like a man.
So he ordered the banner troops to lay down their weapons and surrender.
Liu Chengzong broke through the front line and was only three people away from the commander of the army.
The approaching tired soldiers dropped their weapons and hid with their heads in their hands.
The commander in chief of the army and the army smiled sadly at him through the human wall and turned around.
A dagger was held in front of him, piercing his throat from top to bottom, pushing up the armor-pierced heart mirror between the ribs on his back, and he faced the friendly forces without closing his eyes.
He can't choose how to live, but he can still choose how to die.
Dozens of flag troops were surrendered, and the Lion Battalion commanders used their equipment to further strengthen the fighting auxiliaries.
Zhang Qianhu, who was stationed in the west, was very satisfied with the results. He stood up and ordered: "March, defeat the bandits, and everyone will have enough to eat tonight!"
The Lion Battalion did not form a formation to face the enemy. The food had been transported to the other side during their battle, and they did not need to defend here.
"Zha Shi, it's too late to take off his armor. Just carry him. This armor is yours."
Liu Chengzong then issued an order, requiring the ten brigades to retreat to the river: "Each team crossed the river in turn. The sergeants are good at retreating and the auxiliary soldiers are beheaded, the auxiliary soldiers are good at retreating and the fighting soldiers are fighting, and the fighting soldiers are good at retreating and beheading."
The idea was good, and the execution was good at first.
The four brigades crossed the river in an orderly manner until the two armies were 300 steps apart on the river beach.
Liu Chengzong has been keeping a close eye on this Ming army.
Zhang Xiong's sergeant was still walking, but for some reason someone behind him brought three small tiger squatting guns and began to drive nails into the river beach.
Then the artilleryman was scolded, and he pried off the cannon nails and continued to carry the thirty-six-pound tiger crouching cannon forward.
At the 250th step, the process happened again, and many infantrymen stopped.
Zhang Xiong killed one of his subordinates in front of the formation, and then the flag soldiers advanced another hundred steps.
Cao Yao was stabilizing the morale of the army and loudly said to Liu Chengzong: "General Tiger, this cannon is a trumpet. It is used to fire dozens of guns in a row at fifty paces. They don't dare to fight at close range!"
Liu Chengzong believed in his words, the Lion Camp believed in him, and so did the Weisuo Banner Army that had just surrendered.
They lined up with their necks stiffened and faced the officers and soldiers.
But the hungry people didn’t believe it.
Three squatting tiger cannons were nailed to the river beach. There were three loud bangs and smoke filled the enemy formation.
The pouring cannonballs came through the smoke like rain, three large bullets fell between sixty and seventy steps, and hundreds of small stone bullets were scattered between fifty and a hundred steps.
Liu Chengzong could guarantee that not a single cannon would fall into the formation behind him.
But the formation broke up.
The auxiliary soldiers still remembered the military order, but just as they were about to kill the one who ran first on the left to show military discipline, the people on the right also ran away and went to chase the one on the right. The whole team ran away.
Five brigades of hungry people dropped their weapons and jumped into the shallow river, running away in confusion.
The temporarily organized team was simply unable to complete such a military order.
Everyone began to retreat disorderly into the river. The officers and soldiers came in formation and massacred with bows, arrows and muskets.
