Leather Street, as the name suggests, is a street where traders gather to sell fur goods.
There are many stalls and shops on both sides of the street for fur traders selling their goods. Today is New Year's Eve. On such a big day, everyone has to stay home to watch the New Year's Eve. Naturally, there are not many ordinary people left in Pishi Street. Even if there were people here, when they spied on the soldiers coming here, they would have already sneaked away in the dark through the alley.
At this time, Pishi Street is no longer the noisy and bustling market place before, but a Shura field filled with blood and fire. The remnants of Zhang Shicheng and more than a thousand soldiers of the Ming Dynasty were fighting here to their heart's content. The sky-high flames from the stalls and shops, the shouts of killing, and the sound of weapons clashing together gave this New Year's Eve a layer of panic of war.
The two armies are completely locked together!
"Despicable Minggu! Don't you have any dignity as a sergeant?"
"I have the guts to fight your grandpa head-on to the death!"
Holding a machete in both hands and wearing foot armor, Zong Laosan was like a demon god, rushing left and right in the Ming army formation.
But that was all. No matter where he hit, there was always a team of about ten Wang Wei staring at him, using palladiums, spears, and shields to block his machete, and the big club behind him. From time to time, he would come over to him under the cover of a shield, hit him hard with a mace, and then retreat after hitting him.
He screamed angrily.
"Ignore the other party's provocation and still rely on the formation to respond to the enemy!" Knowing how powerful he was, Di Meng stood in the center of the formation to maintain the calmness of his comrades. He finally recovered. Just now, he wanted to rely on his personal prowess to gain the upper hand. It was simply a wrong choice. The only way to win was to rely on weakening the formation layer by layer.
"What on earth...is this formation?"
In the back compartment, Ma Fengsun, who was standing next to Zhang Ren, was dumbfounded. The group of young soldiers opposite were clearly a group of new recruits, and those Ming soldiers who only wore leather armor were not elite warriors who had fought countless battles.
Although the number of people on my side is small, they are all dead soldiers left behind by King Cheng in the past, and they are all good men who are equal to ten!
But apart from some chaos when the two armies met at the beginning, the group of recruits on the opposite side quickly gained a foothold and fought back and forth with their own side.
Specifically, it was after the enemy put up that strange formation!
He, Ma Fengsun, was also a wise and decisive counselor. Otherwise, he would not have had the burden of pretending to be a businessman and secretly developing power in the city. But even though he was familiar with military books and strategies, he had never seen such a strange formation. I saw about ten soldiers in each small formation of the opponent, divided into groups and attacking together, as if they were one person. Often there are only a dozen people, but they can completely suppress the dead soldiers of the Zhang family who are far more numerous than themselves!
Moreover, these dozens of small formations seem to have no connection, but they vaguely form a large formation, covering each other and advancing and retreating freely. Occasionally, a few people rushed into their formation with bravery, but they died quietly a moment later!
This seemingly loose formation was like a meat grinder, ruthlessly devouring the lives of our own dead soldiers!
"Ahem, damn! It's too cramped here! If it's in a wide area, I'll take a dozen people to form a formation and rush up to crush this bird formation..." Zong Laosan didn't know how many times he was forced back. He spat fiercely, and the phlegm was already filled with blood.
The young general led a dozen or so people to bite him tightly, with a strong tendency to drag him to death. The mace hit his armor repeatedly. Even though Buren's armor was extremely thick, he still suffered some internal injuries.
If Zhu Su were here, he would definitely praise him for his insight. This Yuanyang Formation was originally a formation to deal with melee. Later generations of armed police battle formations with front shield and back stick, front shield and back gun also evolved from the Yuanyang Formation.
In such street fighting, the Yuanyang Formation, which is suitable for melee fighting, has a miraculous effect. But if they attack with a majestic military formation, the loose formation of the Yuanyang Formation will be a bit overwhelming.
However, Pishi Street is already narrow, and there are stalls and shops everywhere, so there is no room for them to set up a wild goose-shaped formation and a crane-wing formation.
Once the scene descended into a melee, Wu Wangwei and the Wei Suo Army gained a firm foothold!
"Then Chen family ladies, you are so smart but short-handed! You must have missed something here, Zhu Su's son Wu Wangwei is hiding here! It's obvious that we have fallen into a trap!" Feeling irritable, Zong Laosan couldn't help complaining loudly. got up.
"Then...what should we do now?"
"Why don't you withdraw first and find an opportunity before..." At this point, Zhang Ren no longer cared about defending Chen Hui, and asked in a panic, glancing back.
Ma Fengsun and Zong Laosan looked at each other, with a flash of disappointment in their eyes.
"Young Master." Ma Fengsun cupped his hands and said. "Although we fell into the trap, we can no longer retreat from this situation."
"If this retreats, our revival plan will no longer have hope..."
"When the people in the city become more optimistic, the situation will be over... Zhu Su will definitely not give me another chance!"
"Today we must think of a way to burn the food in the preparation barn!"
Ma Fengsun gritted his teeth. As long as the reserve warehouse is burned, the victims in the city will be in chaos. If the city is in chaos, then the Second Young Master, who is watching outside, will come to the city with his troops. They might be able to take down the Suzhou Mansion.
As long as the Second Young Master can succeed, even if people like me and the young master die here today, then...
After all, they are all descendants of King Cheng!
"Are we going to continue to rush over?" Zhang Ren didn't know what Ma Fengsun was thinking, but his face turned pale from the horror of the bloody field in front of him. "There are already ambushes here. God knows if there are still ambushes at the reserve warehouse?"
"If there are still ones there, what's the use of killing them?"
"There must be no ambush in the reserve warehouse!" Ma Fengsun said firmly. "These people are all the troops Zhu Su can mobilize!"
"Besides, my informants have already reported that Zhu Su has indeed gathered all the eloquent people in the city into that building."
"Even if there are soldiers, under Xiao'er, there are no men with enough prestige to command the army!"
"I haven't seen the person who set up an ambush here. Is he just a captain under the boy, a mere brat?"
As soon as these words came out, Zhang Renzong and his third son were all stunned. Yes, there are people with prestige who can command the army, all in that building.
The one who laid such a heavy responsibility for the ambush was just a young guard under Zhu Su's command.
So where can I find the manpower to set up an ambush in the grain depot?
"So, as long as we can rush into the reserve warehouse, we don't need many people to burn the reserve warehouse to the ground?" Zong Laosan's eyes flashed fiercely.
"Exactly!" Ma Fengsun nodded heavily. "As long as you can cross this dragon's pond and tiger's den regardless of the cost."
"Even if there are only a dozen people left, we still win!"
"..." Zong Laosan gritted his teeth, and the smell of blood spread between his teeth in his mouth.
"That's it, old horse."
"Leave a hundred people for me. You lead the young master and the others to retreat first..."
Zhang Ren was happy when he heard this, while Ma Fengsun was confused.
"Old Zong, what did you say? Didn't I say just kill him..."
"I'm not asking you to run away." Zong Laosan explained patiently.
"Ming Gou must have blocked the Golden Mother Bridge. Even if we can cross here, we may not be able to cross it on the bridge."
"Since you conclude that the warehouse is undefended, Ming Gou's troops must be scattered around here."
"In that case, why not find a way to bypass Ming Gou."
"I will lead my men here to stop Ming Gou. You and the young master will lead the men to find a shallow water and swim there to burn the reserve warehouse."
"If someone comes after you, just leave a few more people behind..."
Ma Fengsun was stunned. I lowered my head and thought, if only a dozen people were sent to the reserve warehouse, this method would really work.
Although you can swim across the river in winter, if you are hit by the Ming army, you will almost die. But if they are broken into parts, as long as they are not chased and killed by the Ming army, a few can always run over!
There is a lot of potential for this!
"But, Lao Zong, you..." Ma Fengsun still hesitated.
"Isn't it just a hundred or so kilograms of meat? Prince Cheng is very kind to me, and I sold my life to him long ago." Zong Laosan said with a smile.
"If you can survive, remember to burn a few more piles of paper money and send them to the bottom every Qingming Festival to give me and my brothers flowers!"
(End of chapter)
