"General Wan Qi, we only have one day's supply of rations left." A deputy general said to the frowning Wan Qi Kerr. They had been trapped in Beiliu City for nearly ten days.
"Yes, General, if this continues, even if we don't die in battle, we will be trapped and die in Beiliu."
Another soldier also said to Wan Qike'er who was worried.
"Have all the people who went out to look for food from the secret passage come back?" Wan Qike'er asked without looking back.
The lieutenants and soldiers on the side looked at each other and knelt down one after another: "General, please forgive me. The people who were sent out have all run away."
"Trash! I asked you to go out to look for food and you couldn't find it!" Wan Qike'er picked up the spear and put the tip of the spear directly at the deputy general's throat.
"General, spare your life!" The deputy general's body was trembling, and his eyes were filled with fear.
"Go get the ten army sticks yourself!" Wan Qike'er took back his spear and sighed heavily.
"Does the Second Prince know about this?"
"The Second Prince's injuries have become much more serious in the past two days, and he doesn't know about this."
"Go away!" The deputy general and the soldier kowtowed hurriedly before turning and leaving.
"Bang!" Wan Qike'er punched the tree trunk next to him, knocking off a thick layer of bark.
What should I do? The second prince's injuries are getting more and more serious now, and the morale of the soldiers is not high. Wan Qi Ke'er really has no choice at this time. A messenger sent to Jincheng two days ago has not returned yet.
"Report! General Wanqi!" A soldier hurried over.
"explain!"
"Another Tatar army is heading towards us!"
"What! How many are there in total?" Wan Qike'er opened her eyes wide.
"Probably close to 20,000 people. Including those who attacked the city before, there will be a total of 30,000 people."
"I know, you go down first." Wan Qike'er's voice was no longer as energetic as before. After the soldiers left, she glanced feebly in the direction of Kyoto, then took off her helmet and straightened her face.
Wan Qike'er knelt heavily on the ground, kowtowed three times in the direction of Kyoto with red eyes: "Mom and Dad, my child is unfilial, and he will no longer be able to fulfill his filial piety in the future!"
After saying that, Wan Qikeer put on his armor, picked up the red tassel gun and walked towards the city wall.
"Prince Hatan, you are finally here." Outside Beiliu City, Ketihan, the leader of the 10,000 Tatar army that initially attacked Yangcheng, greeted Hatan's arrival.
"Well, what's going on with Beiliu now?" Hatan was in a good mood today. After Gui Lichi's defeat, he recruited all the remaining troops under Gui Lichi's command. Now Hatan is strong.
"The people of the Ming Dynasty have never dared to take the lead, but we did not attack hard. After all, it is not worth spending troops on such a small city, so we blocked all their roads out of the city. Now all we have to do is wait for them to be captured. Just be trapped inside." Ketihan is very smart. Although if he adopts a strong attack tactic to attack Beiliu City, he will capture it quickly, but in that case he will lose a lot of troops. This is not what he wants. have witnessed.
"Huh! I just feel sorry for you." Hatan saw Ketihan's thoughts.
Ketihan didn't speak, just smiled.
"Send the order! Attack Beiliu! We must capture Beiliu City today!" Hatan waved his big hand, and the Tatar soldiers behind him rushed out one after another.
"General, are you really going to do this?" the deputy general asked Wan Qike'er with some embarrassment.
Just now Wan Qi Ker called all the remaining troops over. Wan Qi Ker originally wanted to let the soldiers join him in the final fight, but Wan Qi Ker's emotional intelligence was too low. There were two The soldiers who raised objections were immediately dragged out and chopped up under Wan Qi Ker's order.
"Let's see who dares to seduce the military's morale!" Wan Qike'er was very disappointed. She thought that these men of the Ming Dynasty were all hot-blooded men, but she didn't expect that all of them were inferior to women like herself.
Wan Qi Ker stood on the high platform and shouted loudly: "Who wants to fight with me to kill the enemy and protect our country!!!" The soldiers below lowered their heads one after another. Wan Qi Ker was even more disappointed. These men He didn't even dare to raise his head.
As the two soldiers were dragged further and further away, begging for mercy resounded throughout the military camp, and the morale of the soldiers dropped again.
At this time, a voice sounded: "Everyone, listen to me."
Wan Qike'er turned her head and looked behind her. A man in silver armor stood behind her.
This man's facial features are as handsome as a knife, but he exudes a noble aura of a king. His sharp and deep eyes make people intoxicated at the first sight. The only drawback is that at this moment, the man His face was very pale.
"Second brother, your injury hasn't healed yet, why..." Before Wan Qi Keer could finish her words, she was interrupted by the second prince waving his hand.
"Everyone, listen to me. I know that you are all afraid of death. I am also afraid of death, and I am more afraid than you. Because I am the prince, I have a higher status than you, and I have power that you will never be able to touch in your life. But I'm still standing here! For what! For the Ming Dynasty! For the lights of thousands of families behind us!" The second prince shouted loudly, his face, which was already slightly pale, now looked even paler due to excessive exertion. .
"Because the Ming Dynasty behind you and me has your relatives and families! Therefore, we must fight this battle! Even if we die on the battlefield, we will still fight!!!" The second prince raised the sword in his hand.
The soldiers below were extremely silent, but suddenly a hand was raised: "Follow the second prince! Protect the family and the country!"
"Follow the second prince! Defend the family and the country!!!" All the soldiers shouted loudly, and the shouts echoed in the military camp.
"How about it? I didn't lose face to you, did I?" The second prince said to Wan Qi Ker with a smile.
The second prince's smile was like a ray of sunshine, shining in Wan Qi Ke'er's gloomy heart.
"It's okay, second brother. It's just that your injury hasn't healed yet. Why did it come out?" Wan Qi Ke'er carefully supported the second prince and walked back to the military tent nearby.
"I'm afraid, if I don't come out and say something, these people will really run away." The second prince was also very disappointed in his heart. Most of the soldiers outside were veterans who followed him, but he didn't expect that now they would all Timid and cowardly.
"Let me see how your wound is doing?" Wan Qi Ke'er was about to take off the second prince's shirt when the other prince stretched out his hand to stop him.
"It's okay. We've gotten along well over the past few days. You see, there's nothing wrong with moving like this. It's a minor injury." After saying that, the second prince also moved his shoulders to show Wan Qi Ker'er.
"But they said just now that your wound is still getting worse." Wan Qi Ke'er didn't believe it and insisted on taking a look.
"Do you believe him or me? Don't worry, it's okay, but it's impossible to go into battle." The second prince comforted Wan Qi Ke'er: "You shouldn't be here with me now. You should lead the brothers to fight this last battle." Fight, I want to see if the Tatar can keep us brother and sister here in Beiliu!"
When Wan Qi Ke'er heard about the brothers and sisters, her eyes moved and she opened her mouth to say something, but in the end she didn't say it out. She has liked the second prince for a long time, and the second prince has been in the military camp since he was a child. The two of them are considered friends. Childhood sweethearts.
It's just that the second prince has always regarded Wan Qi Ke'er as his younger sister, and has also reported to his father that he truly recognizes this sister. Whenever the second prince mentions the brother-sister relationship between the two of them, Wan Qi Ke'er Ke'er always felt uncomfortable in her heart.
However, she didn't say much. She knelt down on one knee and clasped her fists at the second prince: "The last general takes command!"
Then Wan Qi Keer turned around and walked out of the military tent.
When the second prince saw Wan Qi Ke'er walking out, his mouth trembled slightly. He opened the clothes on his shoulders and saw a wound the size of a thumb flowing out with pus, and he was also sweating all over his body.
On the third day of the Tatar siege, he was commanding the battle on the city wall when an arrow hit him in the shoulder. He thought it was not a serious matter, but he never expected that the wound would never heal. , but began to fester and pus.
"Woo~wu~wu~" Outside Beiliu City, the Tatar horns sounded. The Tatars charged desperately against the arrows of the defenders. They came to the bottom of the city and set up vertical ladders to climb up the city wall. climb.
For a time, in front of Beiliu City Gate, there were constant sounds of fighting and screams. Wan Qikeer stood on the city wall with a red tassel gun and stabbed down the attacking Tatars continuously.
However, there were too many Tatars. As soon as the last one died, four or five followed him. Soon there were many Tatar soldiers on the Beiliu city wall.
There were less than a thousand soldiers of the Ming Dynasty guarding the city. Wan Qike'er was surrounded by dozens of Tatar soldiers. She used a move to sweep across the entire army and knocked away seven or eight enemies. The spear in her hand also disappeared. Like a flexible poisonous snake, every time it stings, it will take away the life of an enemy.
But a steady stream of enemies continued to come up, not giving Wan Qi Ke'er a chance to breathe. Soon there were several stab wounds on her body. She stood there with her spear and her back against the city wall, breathing heavily. gas.
The Tatar opposite had a lustful look in his eyes.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Suddenly, a loud roar came from under the city wall, followed closely by a sky-shaking shout.
Wan Qike'er turned around and saw a handsome man wearing black armor, holding a sword as tall as a man, and behind him was an army that could not be seen to the end.
I saw many soldiers picking up something that looked like a handle in their hands, pulling away a rope at the end, and then throwing it into the Tatar formation.
The Tatars didn't know why, and they didn't know whether the Ming Dynasty soldiers were crazy, so they took this wooden stick to the battlefield and gathered around them curiously.
Two breaths later, there was a loud noise, and all the Tatar soldiers surrounding the wooden stick were blown away. A burst of dust rose from the ground. After the dust dispersed, the Tatar soldiers either had their arms and legs broken, or their bodies were covered with bullets. Ceramic shards.
"Ah!!!" The Tatar soldiers were caught off guard by Yang Bing's hand, and the soldiers threw the grenades in their hands desperately.
Thousands of Tatars were killed in an instant.
When Wan Qikeer saw Yang Bing arriving with his troops, he waved his spear again to repel the enemies in front of him, and shouted to the soldiers still alive on the city wall: "Brothers! Reinforcements are here! Kill!!!"
"Kill!!!" Both the soldiers guarding the city wall and the soldiers led by Yang Bing below shouted loudly.
"Prince! Oh no, a group of 5,000 Ming Dynasty soldiers came out of nowhere and disrupted our formation!"
"What! Are you trash! Thirty thousand people were scattered by five thousand!" Hatan didn't believe it at all.
"It's true, Prince, they don't know what kind of weapons they used. They blew up so hard that our soldiers couldn't fight back!!!" As soon as the Tatar soldiers finished speaking, another explosion came from outside.
Hatan drew his sword and walked out of the military tent: "A bunch of trash!"
Just as he walked out of the military tent, he saw a young general wearing black armor riding a horse and running past him with a smile. The moment the opponent passed by, Hatan seemed to see the opponent smiling at him, followed by a wooden stick. The same thing flew towards me.
"Prince!!!" The Tatar soldier just now obviously knew what it was and rushed over to knock down Hatan, but it was too late.
Yang Bing made the grenade just for this blow. Although due to the limitations of the times, the power of the grenade he made was much smaller than that of his previous life, but with the ceramic shell, the lethality was enough to kill people, and Yang Bing was preparing it When it came to the ratio of explosives, the amount of explosives was deliberately doubled.
Just now, he led five thousand elite soldiers and rushed into the Tatar camp. Yang Bing only equipped 500 of them with grenades, and each of them was only equipped with ten grenades, because Yang Bing was also afraid that his men would use them improperly. It caused accidental damage, so only 500 experienced veterans were selected to follow him and bombard the Tatar camp wildly.
Some of the remaining soldiers were holding clay pots with tung oil inside, and they smashed the pots at the enemy. The soldiers behind held bows and arrows and shot out sparks, and the Tatar camp suddenly burst into flames.
Yang Bing's fire attack tactics were used again.
In a forest about ten miles away from Beiliu, the fourth prince listened to the news from the soldiers in front of him and couldn't help but admired again: "This Yang Bing is really interesting."
"Fourth Prince, do we still need to go to support? Yang Bing only brought five thousand people. Although I don't know what method he used, I'm afraid it won't last long."
"Don't worry, Hatan has been blown away by him. The Tatar army will be dispersed soon. We won't be needed in this battle." The fourth prince said confidently.
Indeed, he was right. Just after Yang Bing threw the grenade at Hatan, there was an explosion and Hatan was blown away five or six meters away.
Seeing that their leaders had been bombed to death, the Tatar army instantly lost their fighting spirit and began to retreat.
Keti Khan also wiped his sweat, looked at Hatan who was unconscious on the ground not far away, and waved his hand: "Take the eldest prince with you, let's retreat!"
"Woo~" The retreat horn sounded, and the Tatars began to flee into the distance. Only 20,000 people were left in the army of 30,000.
Some of the 10,000 people were killed by Yang Bing and his men, while the other majority were blinded by the bombing and then burned alive by fire.
