"Cheer up, everyone!"
"One by one, they can't hold on even before the battle begins?!"
In the dark night sky, standing in front of the tens of thousands of militiamen and shouting was the commander-in-chief of the militia, An Yuanju.
He is neither thin nor fat, and is wearing a green official robe. Now he is just a seventh-rank official.
Looking at his appearance, his face is quite passable. He looks like he is probably in his thirties.
Regarding this battle, Commander-in-Chief An Yuanju still hopes to win. After all, Du Antong, the governor of the Dudu Mansion, said that if he wins this battle, he will recommend to Prime Minister Su to promote An Yuanju.
As for Su Xiang, he even made bold words, saying that as long as he wins this victory, he will not only promote the commander-in-chief An Yuanju, but also directly promote him to the fifth rank, and he will also be rewarded with some things.
Hearing this, Commander-in-Chief An Yuanju was very excited and eager to win this battle.
Although he was not sure whether what Su Xiang and Du Dudu said was true, such tempting words still made him very excited.
Since arriving in the capital, Commander-in-Chief An Yuanju has not had a good night's sleep and does not dare to sleep too much.
Look, these militiamen were all very sleepy just now. After the commander-in-chief An Yuanju shouted, the energy of these militiamen increased a little.
This battle is relatively fair for the rebels, but not fair for the militia members.
Although they are all selected from the civilian population, the rebel army mostly selects young and energetic people, while the militia includes both young and old.
In terms of combat effectiveness, the militia members did not have much training.
After all, the imperial court originally created this team just to station at docks along the coast to guard against foreign Japanese pirates entering the territory of Da Mo.
As for equipment, the militia team is naturally not as good as the rebel army.
Only in numbers, the militia team can be slightly better.
The sky gradually became brighter.
At this time, there were few people coming and going in the streets and alleys of the capital. Most of them were hiding in their homes, with their doors and windows closed.
Not far from the capital, the rebel army came here.
At this time, the commander-in-chief An Yuanju, whose eyelids started to fight, suddenly opened his eyelids forcefully.
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Looking ahead, I saw a dense group of people coming this way, some riding horses, some pushing siege engines, some pushing catapults, and some carrying long ladders on their shoulders.
Among the rebels who were about to fight, I saw a few more people inside, including the master Sun Zhicai.
He also put on armor at this time, holding a long sword tightly in his hand, looking majestic, indeed a bit like a general.
Oh, I almost forgot, Sun Zhicai once served as a military attache.
As for Lin Baiyang and Chen Ziyuan, who have been unable to fight, this is their first and perhaps last battle.
At this time, Chen Ziyuan, the leader of the rebel army, tightened the reins, causing the horse to stop.
"Grandpa, why are there so many people in front of us?" Chen Ziyuan, who was only sixteen years old, asked.
When he looked up, his eyes narrowed slightly, and there was indeed someone there.
When Sun Zhicai still didn't know the reason for this, Feng Zishi, who was riding a horse beside him, said: "This should be the militia team of the imperial court. It was originally established just to prevent Japanese pirates from entering the territory of Damo. In terms of combat capabilities, , they are definitely not as good as us.”
Seeing Feng Zishi's confident look, Chen Ziyuan, who was riding on the horse beside him, no longer felt so panicked.
"That being the case, I'm not afraid anymore. I don't know if I haven't fought for many years, so this sword technique is weak."
The people on the side were smiling and not saying anything.
Seeing so many people standing in front of him, Ziyuan pulled his sword out of its scabbard, raised it above his head, and shouted: "Brothers! Kill!"
After giving the order, Ziyuan pulled up the reins of the horse, holding the sword tightly in his hand, and headed towards the militiamen standing in front of him.
The thousands of rebels were not afraid and followed Chen Ziyuan one after another, swinging their swords towards the enemy.
Seeing the rebels rushing towards this side, the leader of the militia team led the militiamen to rush forward, and the two sides began to fight.
At this time, several city gates in the capital were tightly closed, and there were soldiers protecting the city on and behind the gates.
They all took it seriously.
I saw that not long after the battle started, some members of the militia team fled when they saw that the situation was not good.
Seeing this, Commander-in-Chief An Yuanju was very angry and shouted at the militiamen:
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Everyone! No retreat! If anyone retreats, behead him! "
With a shout, the number of the militia team stopped decreasing.
The war was very fierce, and the rebels were not afraid at all. They picked up their swords and spears and swung them at the enemy, spilling blood on the ground.
It seems that these enemies are not strong, and because it is his first battle, and Chen Ziyuan has been living among the people since he was a child, he also knows some kindness.
"Uncle Xubai! Uncle Zishi! Uncle Xian! They are too weak. Otherwise, we can take their heads and let them surrender." Ziyuan said while guarding against the enemy.
Listening to Zi Yuan's words, several people thought it was very reasonable and nodded one after another.
"good."
"good."
Seeing them, one by one their swords were swung towards the commander-in-chief An Yuanju.
General An Yuanju is not very strong at all.
Since the first year of Dechang, many generals have been lost in many battles, and many capable military attachés have been lost.
It can be said that An Yuanju's position was brought up entirely by the relationship between the DPRK and China. In terms of his strength, compared with those generals who died in battles large and small, it can be said that he is as good as heaven and earth.
Soon, Commander-in-Chief An Yuanju could no longer hold on. With his arm injured, he held the wound that was bleeding with his other hand tightly. He gritted his teeth and looked at several of the rebels with vicious eyes. capable person.
"Asking your people to surrender to us can save your life." Cen Xian said with a smile on his face.
"Don't even think about it! Today! No matter what, I will not let you enter this city. If you want to enter this city, you will have to step over me!" Commander-in-Chief An Yuanju looked unwilling to surrender.
"You have a lot of backbone." Lin Xubai couldn't help but praise.
Seeing that he was unwilling to surrender, Ziyuan didn't want to waste any more words. Ever since he learned that his parents were killed by traitorous officials, Ziyuan's eyes were full of hatred towards those officials.
"Then I'll help you." After saying this, Zi Yuan held the sword tightly in his hand and stabbed towards the commander-in-chief An Yuanju.
In an instant, Ziyuan easily drove the commander-in-chief An Yuanju off his horse.
Therefore, the commander-in-chief An Yuanju went to the west.
They saw that their leader was dead, and then they saw that their brothers were still fighting with their men, and they saw that more and more of the enemy were running away.
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