"Your Majesty, why do you have to retreat? We almost won the battle..."
As soon as He Luohui heard that Duduo had ordered to withdraw his troops, he was so anxious that he rolled around and came to stop him.
Today's battle was indeed not fought well. A bunker made of soil filled with sacks was actually a bit solid. Counting from yesterday's artillery bombardment, we have been fighting for almost two days and there is still less than one city gate building to knock down. Moreover, the Green Camp, the Han Army, and the Manchu Eight Banners all suffered certain losses, especially the bombardment of the Folang machine gun just now killed dozens of real Tatars!
In addition, the field battle outside the city was not fought well. The three thousand green battalion commanded by Liu Liangzuo was defeated by a group of semi-madmen shouting "invulnerability"! Liu Liangzuo himself didn’t know where he died? And the Hongyi artillery of the Eight Banners and Han Army ran away before they had a chance to use it...
If we don’t count the losses of civilians, in today’s battle, the losses of the Qing soldiers were much higher than those of the Ming army!
This is definitely not a good sign! The soldiers of the Qing Dynasty had already suffered heavy casualties before they met the legendary new army that had overcome difficulties. How would they die if they met their true master?
But He Luohui would never be reconciled to admitting defeat like this.
"Your Majesty, we can drag the Hongyi cannon up the city wall and blast it at the city gate tower!" Cao Zhenyan came over to offer suggestions at some point.
He Luohui said: "Your Majesty, I think this method will work!"
Duduo looked at Cao Zhenyan: "What about the main city of Qufu? Do you have any idea? It's ten times stronger than the mound in front of you! Can your cannon gnaw it?"
"This..." Cao Zhenyan glanced at the mountain-like fortress under the setting sun in the distance and took a breath.
His ten Hongyi cannons couldn't even destroy the mound in front of him, so forget about the Great Castle of Qufu! Moreover, the round fort outside Qufu City is low and easy to climb, but the big city of Qufu is so tall, it is not easy to climb!
Duduo folded his arms and paced back and forth: "It's not impossible for us to seize this mound by force... It's just more casualties. But the problem is, we have captured a mound, and the people in Qufu City Are people afraid? Will they surrender? Will they run away?"
He shook his head: "We have two to three thousand casualties and we can't scare anyone by chewing a mound of dirt. If we can't scare Shi Kefa and Kong Yinzhi, they won't cry and cry for help. As for the siege of the city... How much food is there in Qufu City? How much food do we have? Who will run out of food first?"
After Duduo's analysis, He Luohui, Zhuo Luo and Cao Zhenyan all knew that the problem was serious.
Now the tens of thousands of Qing soldiers are already in a dilemma under the fortified city!
Not to mention that the city of Qufu is strong, the defenders are obviously not dregs. Although they are not as good as the real Tatars of the Eight Banners, they are not worse than the Green Camp soldiers and the two Tatars of the Han army.
And it is suspected that he is blessed by the Saint Kong... It seems impossible to break Qufu!
It was also very difficult to break the city by siege. Duduo's army didn't harvest any leeks along the way, so they didn't have much food left on hand. If we really want to besiege, most of the first people to starve to death will be the Qing soldiers outside the city.
Feeling that the problem was serious, He Luohui asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, do you want to retreat?"
"Of course we can't retreat!" Duduo said, "But we might as well let Shi Kefa be proud for a while!"
He paused, "Let him win this time today!"
"Let Shi Kefa win?"
Duduo nodded: "Since we can't intimidate Nikan in Qufu City, we might as well use some arrogant tactics to make Shi Kefa proud first... I know that officials in the Southern Dynasties like to brag most, and they will lose every battle. It can bring about a big victory. If I let Shi Kefa win a game, I might as well blow it!
He Luohui, I will give you fifteen Niulu, plus the green camp of Liu Liangzuo and Xu Dingguo, to stay outside the city of Qufu. You build a big camp by the Yishui River. You also learn from Nikan's method and fill the soil with sacks to build a big camp. "
"Your Majesty," He Luohui asked, "Do you want to return your troops?"
Duduo shook his head and said with a smile: "What kind of soldiers are you returning? Are you returning empty-handed? I will take people to the south to see if there is any harvest?"
"You want to go south?" He Luohui frowned slightly, "Is our front line too long?"
Duduo put away his smile and said coldly: "It's better to lengthen it! Only then will Gao Hongtu and Zuo Maodi feel they have an opportunity! Only if they move, we will have a chance!"
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"Maojia, Maojia... great victory, great victory!"
In Qufu City, in the Yanshenggong Mansion, Kong Yinzhi was lying in a daze in front of the tablet and portrait of his ancestor Kong Shengren. He vaguely seemed to hear someone shouting "Great Victory" - this must be a dream! Kong Yinzhi thought to himself: How could he fall asleep while worshiping his ancestors? You are not sincere... This is not okay!
"Maojia, Maojia, why did you fall asleep while worshiping your ancestors?"
The voice sounded again, this time it was not faint, but close to my ears! And the voice sounded very familiar, as if it belonged to Shi Kefa... Thinking of Shi Kefa, Kong Yinzhi's confusion immediately passed - that was the military gate of the seven provinces of the governor-general, holding the life and death of the Qufu Kong family in his hand The magic star! Why is this magic star "law thief" here? Could it be that Qufu City has been broken? If the city is destroyed, will he force himself to die for his country?
Kong Yinzhi quickly got up from the futon, rubbed his eyes and looked around, and sure enough he saw Shi Kefa's dark face full of joy.
"Dao Lin, how are you?" Kong Yinzhi asked.
"We won, we won, what a great victory!" Shi Kefa rubbed his hands and laughed, "It is truly blessed by the Holy Master... We defeated the Tatar army outside Qufu City! They killed the Tatar corpses everywhere. , a huge defeat and loss, it can be called an unprecedented victory since the rebellion in Liaodong!"
"Really?" Kong Yinzhi couldn't believe it.
"Really, really..." Shi Kefa nodded repeatedly, "An unprecedented victory! The Tatars have retreated to the shore of Yishui River! We have won a great victory!"
"Back off... Ouch!" Kong Yinzhi still suspected that he was dreaming, so he cruelly cut off a handful of his beard with a stomp of his foot - it really hurt! This shows that he was not dreaming, the Tatars really retreated, and his life was saved!
"Amitabha, Amitabha, ancestors bless you, ancestors..." Kong Yinzhi was also very happy. He clasped his hands and bowed to the portrait of Saint Kong, but he said "Amitabha". He didn't know whether the saint's spirit in heaven understood. Do you know what "Amitabha" is?
"Brother Maojia," Shi Kefa smiled, "Although your ancestors are blessing you in this battle, the soldiers still have to fight bloody battles. This reward..."
"Easy to say, easy to say..." How could Kong Yinzhi dare to say "no" to Shi Kefa, the governor of the military sect of the seven provinces? Now the city of Qufu is protected by Shi Kefa! He could only nod his head repeatedly, "It all depends on the supervisor."
"Okay, okay," Shi Kefa nodded with a smile, "Then let's jointly report victory to the court! Brother Maojia, what do you think is the appropriate amount for us to report?"
"What's the reward?" Kong Yinzhi still didn't understand.
"Behead!" Shi Kefa smiled, "How much retribution would be good?"
"How many real numbers are there?"
Shi Kefa stretched out his hand and said, "Five hundred!"
"So many!?" Yan Shenggong was shocked, "So many...are they all real numbers?"
Shi Kefa nodded.
Duke Yan still found it unbelievable, "We, did we really kill five hundred Tatars?"
Of course not that many... How rare are the Tatars! Where can I kill hundreds of people casually? Most of those heads were from the Green Camp, a smaller half were from the Eight Banners and Han Army, and only thirty or forty were from real Tatars.
However, Shi Kefa still nodded: "The heads have been cut off, it can't be fake...and this is just the number of beheadings, the number of real ones is at least several times more!"
"Several times..." Kong Yinzhi even breathed quickly, "Then how about we repay him 5,000?"
"5,000? Let's round it up!" Shi Kefa smiled.
Kong Yinzhi was a little confused, 5000 was an integer! Although Jinshi does not take the arithmetic test, you should know this common sense.
"Just pay 10,000!" Shi Kefa laughed loudly, "Kill 10,000 enemies, behead 1,000... This is an incredible victory!"
