Fortify the city and defend it

Author: meow yuanmiao

By the time Xueyuan's army arrived at the city, Jingcheng was already under martial law. The smell of meat on the city had not dissipated, but at a glance, the Jingcheng soldiers were all full of energy. Although they were still tired, they were obviously not

A arrogant soldier who gets carried away with his pride and can be defeated easily.

But now that we are here, if we don’t use this anger to fight back, we will only lose morale even more when we go back.

As a result, the two sides fought another city battle to attack and defend.

Compared with before, the evacuation of the snowfield was quite simple this time.

Jingcheng did not cook meat and play drums this time, but played Hujia, which was desolate, sad and distant, homesick for farewell.

Both sides licked their wounds. The Xueyuan Twelve tribes were silent for a few days after suffering a defeat, while the Jingcheng soldiers who won a battle also felt relieved.

On the battlefield, there is a battle of life and death. You are sad for a moment, happy for a moment, and then you spend the rest of your life healing.

The Twelve Parts of Snowfield didn’t just focus on one location in Jingcheng.

Relying on the Magagehe River and the Guoleimu Snow Mountain, the twelve tribes of snowfields set up camp on the other side of the Magagehe River, constantly harassing the Langkou Pass in Beidi, and in the snowy mountains between Beidi and Jingcheng.

The guerrillas near the canyon only harass Jingcheng from time to time.

It seems that they have no intention of large-scale fighting for the time being, but are just constantly stimulating the defenders in the two places. In this way, the defenders have to be in a state of tense alert at all times.

This was indeed a tactic, but Yan Qing knew that their real purpose was to confuse the defenders in both places.

The number of harassing attacks increased, and when they attacked in large numbers, the defenders, who had become accustomed to the rhythm of previous wars, were easily caught off guard.

The twelve men in the snow field were waiting, waiting for Qin Mang to be unable to hold on any longer.

Guoleimu Snow Mountain and Magagehe River form a natural barrier between the 12 snowfields and Wu'an.

If the Twelve Divisions of the Snowfield want to take root in northern Xinjiang and plan to move south, they must capture the North Land or Jingcheng before the heavy snow falls in winter.

Jingcheng faces the twelve snowfields. The city is high and the pond is deep, while the city facing inland has only high walls.

The north is located among the mountains and is built according to the natural dangers. If you can get down, you can attack Jingcheng from the snow mountain canyon in the east, or go straight to Mocheng; in the south, you can pass Aikou Pass, go down to Luoqi Town, and go straight into the hinterland of northern Xinjiang.

Considering all aspects, if the Northern Territory can be used as a base, the Snowy Twelve Divisions will have a basis for long-term operations in Northern Xinjiang.

It's just that the northern land has crossed the mountain closure period in winter and spring, which is a great obstacle to the march of the army.

Therefore, in order not to be trapped in the Northland during the mountain closure period, the Snowy Twelve Division must seize the official road between the Northland and Jingcheng that passes through the Snow Mountain Canyon.

If we go the other way and capture Jingcheng, even if we have to face the pressure of Mocheng, we can still set up an ambush in the snow-capped mountains and canyons to trap the Northland to death. The war will be dragged out until winter. After the Northland has closed the mountains and no reinforcements can be reinforced, we will use all our strength.

If Mocheng is captured, the North will be defeated without attack.

For Yan Qing, neither Beidi nor Jingcheng can be lost.

For the Twelve Parts of Snowfield, you only need to choose one of Northland and Jingcheng.

Therefore, the Snowy Twelve Division had enough energy to use smoke bombs, but Yan Qing could not relax his guard anywhere.

Even though she had the memories of her previous life, after many changes had taken place in this life, she was not sure that the Snowy Twelve would definitely choose to take the Northland first.

She made two plans, taking into account everything she could, and the rest she had to improvise.

They closed the city and refused to fight for more than a month. In the sixth year of Qianyuan, on the first day of March, Qin Mang passed away.

The old general was still looking at the sand table on a windy and snowy night. He closed his eyes for a nap and never opened them again.

The Xueyuan soldiers who harassed Langkou Pass every day concluded that something must have happened to Qin Mang after they did not see Qin Mang appear in the tower for three consecutive days.

After the accident of this old general who had beaten the Twelve Soldiers of Snowfield to the point of crying for his father and mother many years ago, the dark clouds that had been weighing on the Twelve Soldiers of Snowfield finally dissipated.

Almost on the evening of the fourth day of March, the troops of the Twelve Divisions of Snowfield gathered at Langkou Pass.

At the same time, various armies were in Jingcheng and the Snow Mountain Valley, simultaneously exerting pressure on Jingcheng and the east side of Beidi to ensure that the main battlefield of Langkou Pass would not be disturbed.

The Snowy Twelve Parts are coming in force.

The soldiers of the North, who had lost their leader, seemed to be in disarray. They retreated steadily in the first battle. Langkou passed three lines of defense and gave way to two.

It wasn't until the Twelve Divisions of the Snowfield reached the last line of defense that the defenders at Langkou Pass seemed to realize that they had gathered a large number of soldiers to hold on and called for help from everywhere.

Taking advantage of the victory, the Twelve Troops of the Snowfield pursued the enemy and attacked quickly, not intending to give Langkou Pass a chance to ask for help.

But the generals guarding Langkou Pass obviously knew what this pass meant, and with the belief that they would fight for a little more time even to the last soldier, they have been fighting to the death with the army of the Twelve Divisions of the Snowfield.

Thirty thousand people faced a 120,000-strong army in the snowy plains, relying on natural barriers and city walls to hold on for two days and three nights.

By the time dawn was about to break on the third day, there were less than 6,000 defenders left at Langkou Pass.

The gray skylight shines on the snow and black rocks, revealing a dark blood color.

The corpse had been swept away, but the blood that seeped into the snow that had been trampled as hard as ice and stone was still bright and red.

The earthy gray city wall was turned into a dark brown mass with blood, and the blood frozen in the gullies of the city wall glowed with a cold red in the sky.

On the last line of defense at Langkou Pass, soldiers covered in blood were sitting on the city tower with their backs to the battlements. A thin layer of snow fell on their bodies, and they were covered with a layer of fine white ice residue, like blackened blood tofu.

There was a layer of white mold.

A water bag was handed to him. The soldier reached out to take it and took two swigs of strong liquor.

The spilled wine soaked into the bruised and chapped lips, instantly awakening the numb mind, and the frozen hands and feet were somewhat warmed by the two sips of wine.

Passing the water bag around, the soldier wordlessly pulled out his curled sword, tore a piece of cloth from his clothes, and wiped it gently.

Behind him, the snowfield army, which had cleared the battlefield and finished reorganizing its army, was marching rapidly in order.

Even though his limbs were numb from the cold, he could still tell from the tremors coming from the tower that the enemy was approaching fiercely.

Close your eyes and take a deep breath, then open them again. The bloodshot eyes are calm and firm.

He stood up with his sword in hand. He was surrounded by many colleagues who were just like him.

The arrows have been used up, the heavy crossbows, and the city weapons are either damaged or extinct. The only thing they can rely on is the curled blade knife in their hands, and their own life that they don't know how long they can live.

The snowfield soldiers carrying the ladders rushed to the front, and when they were about to approach the city wall, they dispersed to both sides. The siege vehicles were pushed out from the middle and headed straight for the city gate.

Behind the siege vehicles are the elite snowfield cavalry waiting in full formation.

Once the line of defense at Langkou Pass is breached, this elite cavalry will enter the hinterland of the Northland without any hindrance, quickly cut off the retreat of the defenders at Langkou Pass, and at the same time intercept the reinforcements at Langkou Pass, clearing the way for the twelve snowfield armies to enter the Northland.
Chapter completed!