Seeing how powerful the Qi army in the city was, the commander-in-chief Zuo Liangyu was at a loss. His hand holding the reins couldn't help but tremble. He raised his arm, pointed at the Guangji Gate where the cannons were ringing, and said to Ma Chun, the leader of the servants:
"Are these two thousand fucking people?"
Ma Chun looked at the jumping torches that merged into one two miles away, and watched the torches disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye, with a look of astonishment on his ferocious face.
"Where did the Qi army get so many rockets? Why did they have so many artillery pieces? Why didn't they use them in the previous sieges?"
According to the intelligence previously obtained by Zuo Liangyu and others, the total strength of the remnants of the Qi army that retreated to Linqing was only more than 1,700 people. Including auxiliary troops and temporarily recruited strong men, the total strength would not exceed 3,000 men.
Some time ago, Wang Shi besieged Linqing. In order to preserve his strength, Zuo Liangyu only dispatched two to three thousand men at a time. Even with this small number of troops, he could fight with the garrison of Guangjimen on the opposite side without deciding the outcome.
The defenders in Linqing City have been unable to retreat. Only when the Ming army was about to attack the city did they emerge and launch a limited counterattack.
Even the trench and horse fortifications outside the city were destroyed by the Ming army, without any indication.
Coupled with Dongfang Zhu's deception last time, all these things gave Zuo Liangyu the illusion that the defenders only had two or three thousand men, and they had run out of ammunition and food. As long as he exerted a little effort, he could easily Capture this city.
Unexpectedly, the firepower from the opposite side suddenly became so strong. Judging from the sound of cannons and cannons, there were two to three thousand people on the wall of Guangjimen alone. The total number of defenders at Linqing's four gates was at least tens of thousands, and they had sharp firearms. There is plenty of ammunition.
"Aren't all Liu Zhaosun's soldiers dead? Why are there still so many people! Dongfang Zhu is a liar. When I conquer Linqing, I have to cut him into pieces!"
Zuo Liangyu clearly saw a flying crow of divine fire rising from the wall behind the Wengcheng. It rose into the air and then fell sharply. Like a dazzling meteor, it hit the Ming army in front of the position, which was in retreat, and exploded with countless explosions in the crowd. Mars.
"It's over. I can't get any more money, so I'm still here."
Zuo Liangyu murmured to himself, thinking that more than half of the more than 10,000 people he had managed to win over in the past two years had been lost in a matter of seconds. He felt like a thunderbolt, and this feeling of gain and loss was like a gambler's. A clean loss.
"I can no longer be a poor man, I..."
"Master, go quickly!"
Ma Chun pulled the reins of the horse and shouted loudly into Zuo Liangyu's ear. He shouted several times before finally waking Zuo Liangyu up.
"Ah?" Zuo Liangyu woke up from a dream and looked down at the calm and loyal servant leader.
"Master, it's nothing! It's nothing!" The servant, speaking in a thick Henan dialect, comforted Zuo Liangyu while leading the horse.
"Master, we are better than Huang Degong and others. Only 3,000 people went up. There are still 5,000 or 6,000 brothers who gambled money and did not leave the camp. A few Qiu Bamu died. The most important thing our Ming Dynasty lacks now is refugees. As long as we save our lives, we can go back and open a business." Pull people, the refugees from Wuyangyang."
"Withdraw! Huang Degong is left here to hold on. As long as I have more soldiers than him, I can still be a minister when I return to Nanjing! I'll promote you then!"
Ma Chun wiped his nose and said gratefully: "Master is wise! Now we can go back and rob them again. Last time, many villages were not robbed. Master, what should we do with those women?"
"woman?"
An erotic scene of himself and Chen Yuanyuan undressing appeared before Zuo Liangyu's eyes. He slapped himself in the mouth, finally came to his senses, and ordered loudly:
"I can't care anymore. Let the woman run for her own life. All the servants will follow me closely. Gather the troops and run south. Huang Degong's defeated troops will wrap up and trap her, and we won't be able to escape!"
Zuo Liangyu whipped up his horse and finally looked back at the tragic battlefield behind him. Rockets rose in the distance and made a dull explosion. Thousands of Ming soldiers were scurrying around the field like headless flies. Huang Degong The artillerymen were still bombarding Guangjimen Urn City with red-coated cannons.
Zuo Liangyu secretly laughed in his heart and said: "Huang Chaozi still doesn't give up, let him continue to carry it."
The black mass of broken soldiers behind him rushed toward Zuo Liangyu. Zuo Liangyu did not dare to hesitate, grabbed the reins from Ma Chun, turned around and ran towards his camp. A dozen servants behind him shouted loudly and gathered together as they walked. Own soldiers.
Zuo Liangyu had just walked a hundred steps south with his men and horses, when suddenly there was a dense sound of horse hooves in the night, mixed with the disturbing sound of chainmail and weapons rubbing and vibrating. The neat and majestic sound of horse hooves was like the beating of war drums. He moved and rushed towards Zuo Liangyu's camp unstoppably.
The servants who were running forward stopped one after another, because the camp two miles ahead of them was already in chaos, with the sound of horse hooves, explosions, and shouts coming and going.
Zuo Liangyu and Ma Chun looked at each other with extremely frightened expressions on their faces.
"Master, there are dozens of servants in the camp, we should be able to suppress them."
In the camp, the soldiers who had just finished gambling were happily watching the tragic battlefield below the city and admiring the spectacular scene of friendly forces being ravaged by rockets and artillery. Suddenly, a cavalryman came out from behind, and thunderous gunshots resounded all around. , from time to time, stone thunder cannons exploded under their feet, and the soldiers screamed and fled. This army of refugees immediately collapsed during the night attack.
It was so dark around the camp that it was impossible to see the enemy clearly, but the fierce battle ahead had left a deep impression on Zuo Liangyu's soldiers. No one expected that bad luck would befall them in an instant.
Facing the sudden cavalry attack, many people thought it was the sudden arrival of a large group of reinforcements from the Qi army, so they immediately scattered and fled for their lives without hesitation.
In the chaos, some broken soldiers shouted: Zuo's army has been defeated! Lost! Run away!
The remaining people fled even more desperately for their lives. More than thirty Zuo Liangyu's servants who stayed behind in the camp waved their weapons desperately and blocked the entrance of the camp, trying to stop the crazy crowd and organize people to fight back.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid! They only have a hundred riders, turn around and kill them all! Kill! I will reward you heavily!"
A Zuo family servant held a torch in one hand and brandished a long knife in the other. He blocked the gate of the camp gate with his body and shouted loudly at the thousands of headless soldiers in front of him.
"Don't be afraid, kill..."
Before the word "kill" was finished, a big arrow flew through the air and hit the servant's throat accurately. The man dropped the torch and long knife, and held the arrow feathers that were buried in his throat with both hands, making a gurgling sound in his throat.
In an instant, a black horse roared over with strong blood, the wild goose feather sword flashed with a cold light, and the servant's head flew high into the air.
"die!"
Liu Zhaosun rode his horse past the headless corpse. His burly upper body sank suddenly, just sticking to the horse's back. He could barely escape two cold arrows shot from the dark. He was not in a hurry to kill the archer who sneaked up on him. , but skillfully used the tip of the knife to pick up the still rolling servant's head, raised it high to the chaotic crowd, and shouted loudly:
"Zuo Liangyu is dead! Surrender to avoid death!"
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