A Liao Zhen soldier set out from the west gate at night, passed through Kaiyuan City, and ran towards the north of the city in a hurry.
At the gate of Wengcheng, six thousand Zhejiang soldiers squatted on the ground, making final rest. They held long spears and bucklers and wore red mandarin duck war jackets, forming a red sea, preparing to drown the Jin army on the opposite side.
At the north gate of the city, three hundred servants wore white armor, and the armor leaves shone slightly in the sun, like a flowing river.
Further away, the white-pole soldiers with a rainbow-like momentum were chasing down the dead soldiers with blue flags and driving them back to the Houjin camp on the south bank.
Wearing a black chainmail armor, he quickly passed through various military formations. The jet black of his cotton armor formed a strong color with the red of the Zhejiang soldiers and the white of the servants. When he quickly passed by the place where the Zhejiang soldiers and servants gathered, he immediately caused a small crowd. commotion.
The army was not allowed to stop Tang Ma at will, nor could it stop Ye Bu Su, who was from Liao Zhen, Ye Bu Su went from the west gate to the north and traveled smoothly all the way to the Wengcheng at the north gate.
He didn't have time to breathe, so he climbed up the steps to the top of the city. When he saw the General was at the top of the city, he ran quickly. When he was still more than ten steps away, he was stopped by two servants beside the General.
Two servants stood on the left and right, holding Miao knives against Ye Bushuai's body, and shouted loudly:
"Who bumped into your lord?!"
Liu Zhaosun waved his servants to leave. He looked at the Liao Town in front of him in astonishment and had a premonition that something big was going to happen.
Ye Buqi gasped for air, knelt on one knee, bowed hastily to Liu Zhaosun, and said hurriedly:
"Sir, the slaves captured the east gate, General He died for his country, and the Liao soldiers are still fighting hard!"
Liu Zhaosun stayed for a moment, quickly glanced at everyone around him, stepped forward to help Ye Buzuan up, and said hurriedly:
"How did Mr. He die in battle?"
Liao Zhenye raised his head without stopping. There was an arrow wound on his face and his eyes were slightly red.
"The General Soldier went out of the city to chase Bao Yi, but was ambushed by Zhengbai Banner's Ba Ya, and fought until he was exhausted..."
Liu Zhaosun's head suddenly buzzed, and he felt as if tens of thousands of pounds of boulders were pressing down on him. Once the east gate was lost, Kaiyuan would be completely destroyed.
Originally, in history, this drunken commander-in-chief died in battle in Shenyang. He did not drink today, but still died in battle. Perhaps being shrouded in horse leather is the ending of a hero.
"Put some armor on me! Bring me the knife!"
With the help of his servants, Liu Zhaosun put on his chainmail and took a heavy knife. He led a group of servants to the urn city. After taking a few steps, he turned back and said to the Ye Busha:
"May I have your name?"
Ye Bushou did not expect that the General would ask him this question. He was stunned for a moment and replied:
"My lord, my name is Li Yuchen. He is from Kuandian, and General He will not accept his subordinates all night!"
Liu Zhaosun stepped forward and patted Ye Buzuo on the shoulder. He thought Ye Buzuo was fifteen or sixteen years old at most, but he was tall and had strong arms. He might be of great use in the future.
"Li Yuchen, do you dare to go to Ximen with me to kill the Tatars! Avenge General He!"
The gloom in Li Yuchen's eyes was swept away, and he regained the look of a young man, and said categorically:
"Why don't you dare! I am willing to accompany you to kill the enemy!"
Liu Zhaosun nodded with satisfaction and led the crowd resolutely down the city.
In the barbican, the Zhejiang soldiers who had been waiting for a long time stood up and signaled when their coach came.
Liu Zhaosun walked to the general platform, summoned the generals of each battalion to come closer, and said loudly:
"Jiannu broke through the west gate, and Liao Town suffered heavy casualties. The emperor rose and fell, and the country was in danger. In this battle! Ten battalions were left to assist the white pole soldiers, and the rest of the soldiers followed me to the west gate to stop the enemy!!"
Supervisor Qiao Yiqi said quickly:
"Liu Zhaosun, you went to the west gate, who will command the north gate?"
Liu Zhaosun looked around and found that there was no one available, so he said to Qiao Yiqi:
"Mr. Qiao, you and General Qin will command the North Gate! You just need to sit here and remain as still as a mountain!"
Qiao Yiqi smiled coldly, "Fuck you, you can't be as immovable as a mountain. He doesn't want to be immovable as a mountain. The person who said he was immovable as a mountain last time is already dead."
"Liu Zhaosun, you took away 3,000 troops and left only 3,000 troops for me. How can you defend the north gate?"
Liu Zhaosun stepped forward and patted the supervisor on the shoulder, comforting him and saying:
"What I have left for you are the best of the Southern troops. Three thousand elite soldiers are enough! The white-pole soldiers in front are overwhelming, and the blue flag will definitely lead to another disastrous defeat today. As long as you stay here, it will be fine!"
Qiao Yiqi's heart went crazy when she heard the words "immovable as a mountain".
But if you think about it carefully, in Kaiyuan City, Kang Yingqian is imprisoned, Yang Hao is demoted to a commoner, Ma Zongbing is a hands-off shopkeeper, and everyone else has their own affairs. At the critical moment, he can only do it by himself.
"Then I will guard the north gate. I have agreed first. I will not be immovable..."
"The commanders of each battalion asked the soldiers to form a mandarin duck formation. In groups of thirteen, they ran forward to assist Ximen!"
Before Lord Supervisor Jun could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Liu Zhaosun.
The Yuanyang Formation of the Qi Family Army is suitable for this kind of urban street fighting. The new army in front of them, which is a mixture of soldiers from many places, has already become a strong army after more than half a month of rigorous training. It is time for them to go through the test of blood and fire.
The generals and flag captains of each battalion quickly gathered their soldiers. The soldiers who had been preparing for a long time formed more than two hundred mandarin duck formations in a short period of time. Shield bearers and fire musket bearers are all available.
More than two hundred mandarin duck formations, led by captains of each banner, formed a red river and rushed towards the west gate of Kaiyuan.
Qiao Yiqi watched the tidal wave of soldiers disappear on the North and South Streets. He was anxious in his heart, wondering how he could stay still, and kept sighing.
The servant next to him looked happy, thinking that the opportunity to perform meritorious deeds had come. He smiled and said to the supervisor: "Didn't you say every day that you want to wear a strong sword and kill thieves for the country? Today, we killed all the slaves on the other side. If you have achieved military merit, you don’t need to repay others every day.”
After hearing this, Qiao Yiqi became furious, raised the tip of his riding whip, struck the servant on the head, and said angrily:
"Master, you are writing an article. Can you take the words written by scholars seriously? The Kaiyuan soldiers are fighting fiercely, the Tatars have broken through the west gate, and Liu Shen is going there without even knowing whether he will live or die. You know how to use a hammer!"
The servant was beaten twice by the master, his head was drooped and his head was dejected. He was about to retort when he suddenly heard the roar of mountains and tsunami from the north gate.
"Master! Look, there are so many Tatars coming across the river! They all have blue flags on their backs,"
Qiao Yiqi followed the servant's finger and saw that five or six pontoons had been erected on the moat in front of the north gate.
Hundreds of thousands of Zhenyi soldiers with blue flags were like a colony of blue ants. After landing on the shore, they immediately rushed towards the white-poled soldiers in the direction of the earth wall.
Behind the Ming army's earthen wall, the lone Fran machine gun was still desperately resisting. It fired the two-kilogram cannon at a speed of two rounds per minute and slammed into the pontoon bridge.
Due to insufficient accuracy, only 30% of the artillery shells hit the target, causing extremely limited damage to Jiannu crossing the river. Most of the remaining artillery shells were fired into the river, causing splashes of water.
The artillery output of the Ming army was far from breaking the Xianglan Banner's will to cross the river. Soon more than two thousand Zhenyi soldiers crossed the river and landed. They quickly formed an array and surrounded and suppressed the Baigan soldiers with several times their strength.
"Why haven't the other Fran machines fired yet?!"
Qiao Yiqi turned pale and yelled at the servant loudly.
The servant who was so proud just now finally realized that the danger was approaching. He looked ashen and said tremblingly:
"Sir, the gunners just exploded and all the gunners ran away. Those who didn't run were shot to death by Jiannu. Only two gunners are still there."
"When the battle is over, kill all the gunners who escaped!"
Qiao Yiqi said angrily, and the servant asked anxiously:
"Master, there are at least 5,600 slaves and horse soldiers on the other side. The Sichuan soldiers are less than 1,000. If you can't withstand it, let the 3,000 soldiers in Wengcheng attack!"
Qiao Yiqi shook his hand, "It's not the time yet, wait until they are in a stalemate!"
As he spoke, the three thousand soldiers with blue flags crossing the river had already completed the encirclement of the white-pole soldiers.
After two rounds of attacks, the white-armed soldiers killed and wounded more than 1,500 white-clothed and dead soldiers. Their own casualties exceeded 300. Now, there are less than 700 capable fighters, including some soldiers from Xuanda and Jizhou.
Facing the incoming Houjin army, the white-pole soldiers did not immediately retreat behind the earthen wall. Instead, they chose to form a formation on the spot, covering with round shields, pointing their long guns forward, and shooting the enemy with short crossbows, posing like a warrior. The attitude of fighting to the end.
A steady stream of Xianglan Banner Zhenyi warriors came across the river, totaling five thousand. They were divided into two parts, one part continued to attack the earthen wall, and the other part surrounded the white pole soldiers.
Compared with the dead soldiers, the Xianglan Banner Zhenyi warriors have a stronger will to fight. Their military formation is more rigid and difficult to break through.
The Zhenyi warriors deliberately kept a distance of about three feet from the white pole soldiers on the opposite side, instead of rushing forward and stabbing each other like dead soldiers. In this way, the spears of the opposite Ming army could not pierce them.
Since the short crossbows fired by the white-armed soldiers had no effect on the real barbarians who were fully armored, the white-armed soldiers were unable to do anything against these real barbarians.
The white-poled soldiers had to expose their bodies from their shields to chop with their spears, so the Jurchen hunters took the opportunity to throw their short axes and iron bones.
There were so many of them, they were constantly coming, and they were not afraid of the white-pole soldiers hiding under their shields. After the front row finished throwing, they continued to throw from behind. After a few waves, the white-pole soldiers who took the lead fell down.
Realizing that the situation was unfavorable, the white soldiers behind them quickly retreated, and the Zhenyi armor followed closely, forcing them to the moat.
The coated and dead soldiers standing on the other side of the river took the opportunity to shoot these chieftain soldiers across the river with bows and arrows. Just now they were almost wiped out by the chieftain soldiers on the other side. Now that the situation has changed, it is time for these coated dead soldiers to take revenge. .
Under the attack from the north and south by the Zhenyi soldiers and the dead soldiers in white clothes on the other side, the casualties of the white pole soldiers increased rapidly, and they were gradually on the verge of destruction.
