Western Hills.
From the foot of the mountain to the mountainside,
Trenches and sentry towers, corpses everywhere.
There were soldiers from the Southern Army and soldiers from the Western Mountains. Corpses piled up like mountains and rivers of blood flowed.
Relying on the fortifications built in advance, the ultra-long range of the standard fire cannon and the intensive shooting of the three-eyed cannon, the Xishan army has struggled to resist hundreds of attacks by the Ping An army!
Yes, hundreds of attacks!
Everyone underestimated their determination to level the mountain safely!
Wave after wave of attacks swept in like a mad tide, continuing day and night.
The Xishan army has been fighting fiercely so far, and has been completely defeated.
More than 3,000 of the 5,000 ordinary soldiers were killed in the battle, and only more than 1,000 fighting men were left.
More than half of the three thousand soldiers of the Shenji Battalion were lost, and about a thousand were still at their posts.
Even the three thousand militia guards, who were only doing auxiliary work in battlefield rescue and material transportation under Su Yang's command, more than a thousand people were taken away by the flow of arrows and turned into cold corpses.
Tragic!
Extremely tragic!
Even Su Yang himself never thought that Ping An would be a madman!
We will never give up until we break the Western Mountains!
Everyone saw Ping An's determination and fell into despair!
Inside the last line of defense in Xishan, tens of thousands of people and workers gathered.
But at this moment, everyone looked very numb, and an emotion called "despair" filled everyone's heart.
Su Yang fell to the ground with a pale face, feeling regret for the first time.
His luck wasn't very good either. In the previous battle on the mountainside, Su Yang was commanding the militia to rescue the injured soldiers. As a result, a sharp arrow shot out and went straight to his chest, clearly trying to kill him.
Even though he was wearing armor, Su Yang was pierced by this arrow. If he hadn't turned sideways dangerously and avoided the vital point of his heart, he would have been cold by now.
Su Yang sat on the ground silently, with a cloth strip wrapped around his chest, and there was faint blood oozing from the cloth strip.
Seeing the despair on the faces of the workers and the disabled soldiers, Su Yang didn't know whether what he did was right or wrong.
Xu Xiang and Jia Yi also came over. Both of them were exhausted physically and mentally. They didn't care about any etiquette and sat down next to Su Yang.
"Xu Xiang, Jiayi, did I do something wrong?"
Hearing his words, Xu Xiang and Jia Yi looked at each other, and both saw the solemnity in the other's eyes.
If Su Yang loses confidence, then this Xishan army will really be doomed.
After all, he is still a young man. Even if he is an immortal, it cannot change this fact.
"Sir, you have done a great job."
Jia Yi spoke sincerely, with a look of fanaticism on his face.
Xu Xiang also smiled and said: "Sir, it's true that we suffered heavy casualties, but the casualties of those bastards from the Southern Army were even greater!"
This is not a lie, but a real fact.
When Su Yang built the Xishan Fortress, he deployed a large number of defensive measures to resist the enemy.
From the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, according to Su Yang's idea, trench defense lines were dug step by step, one after another.
For the Xishan soldiers, each of these trench defense lines is a hope of survival!
The Xishan soldiers hid in the trenches, not only to avoid enemy arrow attacks, but also to launch counterattacks.
From a long distance, they used bows and arrows and standard fire guns, and from a short distance, they used three-eyed guns to blast at each other, causing a large number of casualties to the enemy.
Moreover, after one trench was lost, the Xishan soldiers immediately retreated to the second trench and continued to hold on. Once they got the opportunity, they regained the lost trench.
As a result, the entire Xishan battlefield turned into a positional battle and a tug-of-war.
The soldiers of the Confederate Army had never experienced such tenacious resistance, and they were immediately defeated.
Just to compete for the position at the foot of the mountain, the Southern Army sacrificed more than 10,000 soldiers, and only then could they defeat the position at the foot of the mountain!
Another bloody battle on the mountainside followed. This time due to reduced troop strength and lack of ammunition, the Xishan soldiers evacuated again soon after a fierce battle, but more than 8,000 Confederate soldiers were left behind!
In the bloody battle at Xishan, the Yan army's results were undoubtedly brilliant!
Eight thousand soldiers fought against an army of 40,000. Instead of being defeated in one battle, they killed nearly 20,000 enemy troops!
If we include the two previous Yan Army cavalry, the Xishan Yan Army has already killed and wounded 30,000 Yan Army!
What a brilliant result is this?
I would like to ask all the generals in the world, who can do this?
With his record here, no one can question Su Yang!
Xu Xiang changed the subject and sighed: "Young Master, don't think too much. Death in battle is the fate of every soldier and their highest honor!"
"To be honest, we became famous in one battle, haha. Whoever mentions me, Xishan Erlang, will not give us a thumbs up in the future?"
"Even if brothers die now, they will only die with a smile. There will be no regrets!"
Su Yang still didn't say anything. He couldn't understand the thoughts of these ancients.
Human life is at stake, and it is not so despicable.
Jiayi saw where Su Yang's heart was, so he smiled and said: "Master, right and wrong are not decided by one person."
"If you are really upset, you might as well ask these soldiers. I believe you can get the answer."
Hearing this, Su Yang's eyes lit up and gradually regained some of their luster.
He stood up and walked out, and Xu Xiang and Jia Yi hurriedly followed.
The three of them came to the trench outside, where the last warriors of Xishan were stationed.
Regardless of whether they were injured or not, all the young people, including the Xishan Militia, are here now.
When they saw Su Yang for the first time, all the soldiers stopped what they were doing and bowed to Su Yang with wild eyes.
"I've met the young master!"
Su Yang waved his hand.
"Eat quickly to replenish your strength."
"I'm just here to see you, don't worry about me."
Su Yang walked into the trench, his mood becoming more complicated.
He heard a suppressed cry, and then followed the cry and came to a soldier.
No, this cannot be called a soldier, because he is still a child. He looks to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, so he is indeed just a child.
Fifteen or sixteen years old, at this age in future generations, what are you still doing?
Studying and learning calligraphy at school?
Or fall in love at school?
Anyway, they won't be on the front line of the battlefield like the child in front of them.
"Master...I...I just..."
When the child saw Su Yang, he immediately panicked and wanted to stand up to salute, but as soon as he stood up, blood immediately poured out of his abdomen.
Upon seeing this, Su Yang immediately held him down, then squatted down and covered his wound with force, but blood still gurgled from his fingers, staining the entire piece of cloth red.
He was injured, and seriously injured.
With the current medical level of Ming Dynasty, this child... won't survive.
No, he is not a child, but a real soldier.
"It's okay. If you just bear with it a little longer, nothing will happen to you." Su Yang said with red eyes.
The soldier knew that he was hopeless, so he smiled miserably at him and said weakly: "Sir, I'm... fine."
"If it weren't for Young Master... we're afraid... we would have died a long time ago."
Everything Su Yang did for Xishan was seen by everyone, so even until death, they were not qualified to blame Su Yang.
On the other hand, if Su Yang had not led them to resist desperately, they might have died in the rebellion.
"Sir...do we...really have reinforcements?"
"Yes." Su Yang resisted the tears and smiled, "There will definitely be. Even if you don't believe in me, Su Yang, you must believe in His Highness, King Yan!"
The soldier gave a difficult smile and said, "I believe... Young Master."
"Sir...I want to ask you something..."
Su Yang nodded quickly: "You say it, I will definitely do it."
"Please sir...take me home...for burial..."
"Okay, wherever your home is, I will definitely send you back." Su Yang felt extremely sad in his heart.
"My home...is at the foot of...Western Mountain..."
At the mention of Xishan, the soldiers' eyes lit up, but soon dimmed, and they died completely.
Su Yang stared at the soldier blankly, tears streaming down his face at some point.
