This time thousands of soldiers did not agree.
Because the Third Prince Anda laughed loudly and said, "I will get out if you tell me to get out? Why do you want me to get out? Just the broken Guanjin Line, or the infantry without horses?"
"My soldiers have recovered from their panic. You don't have a wall to defend yourself. How can you fight us?"
After speaking, he looked at Zhu Changyu and showed some approval, "Your Highness delayed the time very well. I am very happy."
The two armies were at war with each other and talked for most of half an hour.
The third prince Anda had been holding back. It turned out that he was not shocked, but was trying to restore the minds of the Tartars.
He never gave up attacking the Guanjin Line. He wanted enough military exploits to seize the position of Khan, and he had the people of Chongqing at his fingertips.
Zhu Changyu's complexion changed slightly, and the delicate and needle-pricking feeling in his heart resurfaced.
But what is strange is that Fang Heng and Jiang Chengyuan on the opposite side are not shocked at all.
The two young generals still remained indifferent. After seeing Jiang Yi waving the flag from above, they smiled, "Then I am really grateful to the third prince for delaying time successfully.
"What do you mean?" Third Prince Anda's expression changed drastically.
Fang Heng smiled coldly and led his soldiers to step aside to make way for Jiang's army on horseback.
The sound of horse hooves and fighting could be heard in the distance, indicating the arrival of reinforcements from other city defenses.
"You just said so many words, but you were delaying time. Not only did you set up an ambush in the city, but you also called for reinforcements. You scheming Chongqing people." The third prince Anda once again started to act with double standards.
Fang Heng ignored this.
The words are true words, the advice is true advice, and the procrastination is also true procrastination.
The two sides coincided with each other, which really brought a turn for the better in this war.
The Tartar horses are strong and good at riding and shooting. They can fight fiercely and run fast. They don't need to cooperate with each other internally and externally. How can they dampen their vitality?
"We're ready for the fight, boys." Jiang Chengyuan got on his horse and said, "The reinforcements have arrived. It's time to settle the score."
The army responded in unison, bringing with it a huge amount of power.
On the other hand, the third prince Anda looked hesitant and found it difficult to make a decision.
After several twists and turns, he no longer knew whether to believe the sound of horse hooves in the distance.
What if the people of Dayu deliberately used tactics to force them back?
Similarly, if Dayu's reinforcements did arrive, he could not afford the loss of complete destruction.
Seeing the war between heaven and man in his heart, Zhu Changyu took the initiative to offer advice, "It's better to hide. I don't know how many people have come from Dayu. It's better to use some people to cushion the situation than to completely destroy them. The Khan will be disappointed."
Where there is power, there is competition.
Where there are people, there will be care.
The third prince Anda quickly made up his mind, "Withdraw, the left-wing army will fall behind, and the others will follow me."
The strong horses raised their hooves and ran at an unmatched speed. Countless Chongqing people tried their best, but they could only kill the end of the team.
This is the difference, this is the strength.
The third prince Anda laughed loudly, as if the bad breath in his chest had been released, "You ugly people of Chongqing, wait, the breaking of the Guanjin Line is just the beginning, other lines will be broken one by one, sooner or later the inland of the Central Plains will be ours."
As he finished speaking, Fang Heng, who was rushing at the front, clamped his horse's belly and surpassed the army and reached the end of the Tartars.
Third Prince Anda tensed his back, quickly summoned several guards to cover him, and at the same time increased his speed.
Fang Heng's sharp blade could only kill the nearby Tartars, killing them with every move and snatching them away with the sword.
The two sides chased each other until they reached the outskirts of the Guanjin Line, and the Dayu troops who came to rescue were encircling them.
"It turns out to be true." The third prince Anda broke out in a cold sweat, "Thanks to the second prince for giving me advice, you are very good and smart."
Zhu Changyu became more and more respectful, "These are all about helping each other...Prince, you see, they are not completely surrounded yet, we can break through the encirclement now."
The two of them smiled in tacit understanding and led the army to attack the gap.
Encirclement refers to absolute numerical crushing and absolute directional control. Although Dayu's reinforcements arrived in time, they were slightly lacking in numbers. Even with all their strength, only some Tatar lives were spared.
Everyone fought bloody battles, and before they knew it, it was dawn.
A white fish belly appeared in the east, the soldiers were exhausted, and the grassland was almost covered with blood.
"More than 100,000 of them came, and it seems that all the left-wing troops were lost here." Jiang Yi took stock and reported, "But because they retreated in time, the main army still has reservations."
"I heard it. It was the second prince who asked them to retreat." Jiang Wu frowned, "If they don't retreat, they can still kill more people."
Fang Heng had nothing to say to such a traitor.
Killing them with swords is the wish of all frontier troops.
"Let's hand over the spoils first." Jiang Chengyuan walked over, holding his left shoulder. "The reconstruction of the Guanjin Line is not a small sum. It needs to be mobilized by the treasury. I'm afraid the formation map will be a disaster in the hands of the Tartars."
In the attack on the Guanjin Line, both sides suffered damage. Even if the Dayu Dynasty defended this city, it was just a miserable victory.
If the third prince Anda is willing to spend money, he will probably go to other places to make up for the losses he suffered here.
Even if it's not for the sake of face, you still have to prepare for seizing the throne in the future.
"It seems we have to discuss carefully where to focus our defense next." Fang Heng frowned, "Are you injured?"
"It's just a minor injury." Jiang Chengyuan put down his hand, blood pouring from the armor on his left shoulder.
It’s already at this level, and there are no minor injuries.
Fang Heng turned around to call the military doctor, but he only saw hurried figures and wailing soldiers everywhere.
He sighed, took out the golden sore medicine prepared by Wen Zhiyun from his arms, and threw it over angrily, "Get the medicine from your own bodyguard."
Jiang Chengyuan didn't show any pretense and raised his hand to take it with a smile.
The army was making final arrangements - capturing the living enemies, collecting usable knives, taking away the healthy horses, and burying the compatriots who died in the battle.
The reconstruction of the Guanjin Line required not only money but also time. The original 90,000 wounded soldiers were not enough to be stationed, so Jiang Jizu transferred 30,000 soldiers from nearby and built simple defense measures.
The only thing left to think about was the harsh words that Third Prince Anda said before leaving.
"This prince is quite suspicious by nature. After suffering two losses on the Guanjin Line, he will definitely not attack again." Jiang Jizu drew circles on the map with his finger, "According to normal thinking, the Tatars will attack the other three. Line of defense.”
If it were before, Fang Heng and Jiang Chengyuan would have nodded as a matter of course.
But this time, after the two looked at each other, they said in unison, "What about abnormal thinking?"
"Abnormal thinking means taking things by surprise." Jiang Jizu smiled, happy for the growth of his two children, "As a general, it is important to know what the enemy is thinking. This third prince is quite capable, and he likes to show off his ability. "
Most importantly, he seems to hold a grudge.
These two times, it is not so much that he suffered at the Guanjin Line, but rather that he suffered at the hands of Jiang Jiajun.
"Could it be..." Fang Heng lost his voice, "Could it be that they came to attack the headquarters?"
Attacking the headquarters is a decisive battle.
