Chapter 3305: Falling away and silently
In fact, the two tower ships of Xu Huang's front army, including one of the central army, should not be lost. Because the attack methods of Jiangdong were not outrageous, it was not necessarily very novel. Even in the previous combat training, the Sichuan and Shu army also conducted relevant drills for the enemy's collision and burning methods, but they suffered losses one after another in the battle.
Just like later generations faced the loss of tactical losses from the combination of infantry and artillery, or the seven-day offensive.
Even though I know it's simple, it's just a loss. Who's wrong?
Is the soldiers’ fault?
How long has the Sichuan-Shu naval army been formed? There are really some simple-minded people who think that becoming an army is equivalent to elites? Just like those from the Governors in later generations, who think that taking American weapons and German weapons would be like a world-class strong army.
So is Xu Huang’s fault?
If all the merits cannot be attributed to the general, then all the crimes and responsibilities cannot be attributed to the general. Otherwise, it will be a double standard.
Everything is one and a multi-faceted.
Jiangdong's tactics are not good at all, nor are they as elegant as feather fan and scarpment. They even took the lives of many Jiangdong soldiers carrying pigs on the board, but that's the case. They caught the Sichuan and Shu naval army off guard, exposing the fact that the Sichuan and Shu naval army lacked its foundation.
Xu Huang's problem is that he did not weigh calmly, but was held hostage by the impatient and arrogant nature of the Sichuan and Shu navy.
He once thought he could win, but in fact he was not as clear and calm as the bystander Zhuge Liang, knowing that the Jiangdong naval army had not yet completely collapsed and had the power to resist.
No matter which dynasty, some people inevitably won several battles, but thought that I was the best in the world, and shouted that there was someone else. After losing several battles, they immediately cursed, as if they were being round after round by a man full of big men. In the final analysis, they were still not mature enough and calm enough.
Everyone knows the truth when you win, don’t be arrogant or discouraged, but unfortunately, there are only a few things you can really do.
A huge and powerful army will definitely not have only one powerful leader, nor will it be invincible with this leader alone.
Xu Huang is undoubtedly a lion, but the Sichuan and Shu sailors did not have a complete evolution from sheep to lion.
A group of sheep led by a lion may have some changes in momentum, but in the final analysis, sheep are still sheep. Once they are really bloody, the unevolved sheep will still show its sheep characteristics.
The Sichuan-Shu naval army led by Xu Huang was to some extent a mixture of lions and sheep. When the Jiangdong soldiers fought back to death, the lion was not afraid, but there were sheep around to drag their legs. When retreating, the lion was still fighting and preparing to fight and retreat, but the sheep ran away first.
This inconsistency was amplified when the Jiangdong army fought back to death, and even affected other semi-finished products and began to turn into sheep.
I only know how to bleat, completely forgetting the exercises I trained before and their cooperation with each other.
Until Xu Huang stood up and used his calmness and command to stop the Sichuan-Shu naval army from degeneration and retreat in an orderly manner.
When Xu Huang retreated, the sun had already deviated to the west, so for the Jiangdong army, they were chasing against the dazzling sunlight. The sunlight not only shone on their faces, but also splashed on the water surface, and the rippling light reflected also swayed in the eyes of the Jiangdong pursuers.
The Jiangdong soldiers who walked onto the ke paddling hard, carrying out the last sprint in their lives. The ships slashed waves on the water like flying fish, sliding flexibly.
There must be brave men under heavy rewards.
Jiang Qin and Lu Xun's reward and punishment strategies are undoubtedly relatively successful. Their luck is Jiangdong's credit, or the credit of Jiang Qin and Lu Xun has not been corrupted, so these Jiangdong soldiers "believe it".
Of course, if the promised reward cannot be fulfilled this time, then there will naturally be no next time.
As the distance between the two sides shortened, the rain of arrows began to intertwined between the two armies, and sharp arrows roared past with a fatal threat.
Suddenly, a Jiangdong soldier who was walking on the river and Sichuan Army discovered the warship. It seemed that someone was operating something, and it seemed that he was aiming at them...
Before the Jiangdong soldiers who had left Ke realized, they saw a dark thing passing through an arc in the air, and a "bang" sound nailed to the roof of Zuo Ke.
'What is that?' Jiang Dongbing shouted, feeling something was wrong instinctively, 'Do it go on!'
A Jiangdong soldier stood up and stretched out his oar, slapped the thorns that were nailed to the top, but unexpectedly found that it was still motionless!
Jiang Dongbing wanted to shoot it harder and knock it down, but it was too late...
"boom!"
The firelight generated by the explosion suddenly flashed, and even snatched the limelight of the sun in the sky.
Broken iron sheets and wood chips flew everywhere, and the instant high temperature ignited the turbulent oil accumulated in the cabin of Zuo Ke. Then the second explosion occurred at the next moment swept the surrounding area, rolling several Zuo Ke in the surrounding area into the flames, forming a larger-scale splashing and combustion, instantly covering almost half of the river surface!
The flames rose into the air with black smoke. The dazzling light and scorching high temperature swept across the surrounding waters. The thick smoke rolled, covering the sky and the sun. It even distorted part of the air on the river, accompanied by the black smoke, as if the god of death was smiling in it.
"What's this?!"
Jiang Qin, who was in the rear, asked similar questions almost at the same time as Lu Xun.
At the beginning, Jiang Qin and Lu Xun could not help but think that it was the power of the new Sichuan-Shu weapons, but soon realized that the bigger reason was not the single thorns, but the turbulent oil originally carried by Zuke that was originally intended to burn the Sichuan-Shu naval army tower ships.
On the ship that was swallowed by the flames, none of the soldiers in Jiangdong were spared. Even if someone dived with the flames, they would not be able to get the attention of the God of Luck.
Under the scorching of flames, the structure of the ship began to be damaged, the wooden boards crackled in high temperatures, and the hull gradually lost its stability, deformed, damaged, and collapsed.
Jiangdong Zuoke, who was lucky enough to be not swallowed by the flames, subconsciously either turned the boat around to avoid the flames or stopped chasing. No matter what these Zuoke chose, he lost the opportunity to continue chasing...
Walking is like a dagger, very flexible when fighting in close combat and attacks sharply.
However, after a certain distance was opened, Zuo Ke lost his maximum attack power.
The explosion threw the flames everywhere, basically blocking the pursuit of Jiangdong.
As the river flows, these tincture oils are still spreading and floating, either they can only circulate towards the north bank of the river, or they can only give up the pursuit.
Jiang Qin could only order the troops to withdraw, and also sent an intercepting boat and ship to stop the burning wreckage such as tinder oil and other burnings with bamboo nets to avoid igniting the water village.
Xu Huang's side also found it difficult to cross the large area of ​​tinder oil and flames on the river to attack the Jiangdong Army. Moreover, the shortcomings shown by the Sichuan-Shu Navy in this battle also made Xu Huang understand that these guys still have many shortcomings, and forcing an attack is not a good choice. The so-called "fighting" is the key to "raising". If you can't "raising", you will naturally not be able to continue fighting.
"Retreat the troops." When Lu Xun met Jiang Qin, his first sentence was so direct and very calm.
Jiang Qin's face was not very good, "withdrawal? We won!"
Lu Xun nodded, "That's why we can withdraw our troops."
Jiang Qin was not angry because he knew what Lu Xun said was the truth.
Even if Jiang Qin was unwilling to accept it, he could not change this fact.
Xu Huang damaged most of the front army, and a small part of the central army lost more than a quarter of its strength, but the overall combat power still existed. The blind optimistic sentiment among the Sichuan and Shu navy dissipated, from this perspective, it may not be a bad thing.
On the other side, Jiang Qin achieved certain results at the cost of serious injuries, large troops, high rewards, etc., but it was still a gap between him and Lu Xun's previous plan to reach the battle line of the Sichuan-Shu Navy, which may not be a good thing.
It is indeed a success to say that he succeeded. After all, he became one of the few generals among the Jiangdong Army who successfully intercepted the approaching Sichuan and Shu naval army. However, in another aspect, he also failed because he also lost the power to block the Sichuan and Shu naval army again in this battle, both in his personal and in his troops.
"Retreat the troops now," Lu Xun said calmly, "You can still avoid your and my responsibilities. If you wait... I'm afraid it will be difficult to be kind."
Jiang Qin frowned and said, "Will the Sichuan and Shu army come again?"
Lu Xun looked at the direction west of the Yangtze River from afar and sighed slightly, "If Sun Cao could still join forces, then... and now, Governor Zhu... Since Fei Cavalry has the opportunity to sweep the world, how could he stop at the Yi Dao?"
Jiang Qin took a deep breath, as if it had touched the wound. He couldn't help but press it slightly with his hand, "Then, there is no turning point?"
Lu Xun whispered: "It's false."
After pausing for a moment, he added one after another, "Even so, the opportunity is not here, but in Jiangling. Therefore, Duke Chiang, please order the withdrawal of troops. Burning all the materials that cannot be taken away and razing the place to the ground can also be regarded as clearing the fields for the Jiangdong..."
Jiang Qin turned around and looked at the remaining flames and warship wreckage on the river surface, as well as the corpses rising and falling on the river surface, and was silent for a long time.
Lu Xun stood quietly beside Jiang Qin and did not urge him.
After a long time, Jiang Qin said hoarsely: "Send orders and withdraw troops."
The last word was spit out, and Jiang Qin seemed to have lost all his strength. Even his body was hunched over, lowered his head, and turned around and left.
Lu Xun bowed to Jiang Qin's back to the ground.
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Jiang Qin exchanged most of his troops for a brief victory.
Victory filled with human lives is also a kind of victory.
If someone still remembers these sacrificed soldiers, then these sacrifices are naturally valuable.
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But unfortunately, in most feudal dynasties, the memory of the sacrifices of soldiers or the casualties of the lower class was extremely short-lived, and even deliberately erased and forgotten, with only a few words left in history.
The same is true in Jiangdong.
According to the usual customs, summer should be the time when the Jiangdong gentry took in the cool, the moon, the moon, the songs, dances and the wine. However, now, or this year, the Wu County of Jiangdong this year shows some heaviness and dilapidation inside and out.
Because there are fewer dim lights, the moss in front of the door and the walls of those large mansions in the dark, like moldy scars, and like torn wounds, bleeding in the dark.
Some of the bluestone slabs on the main streets of Wujun City Square were already worn out but had not been repaired for a long time. So they became more and more slumped. People familiar with the local area knew that there was a pit there, so they jumped away one step in advance, but those outsiders were always inevitably suffering from the pit, contaminating with dirt and mud.
No one was able to clear the drainage outlets in the culvert in time, and many places were blocked. As soon as it rained a little, the sludge and dirty water in these culverts would gush out and flow freely on the street. After waiting for the sun to clear, it turned into a dirt and odor that was difficult to clean under the sun, and it was contaminated everywhere, making people smell odor everywhere.
In fact, since Sun Quan insisted on expedition to the West and to open up the battlefield, no one cared about these people's livelihood and political affairs that should have been dealt with.
On the one hand, for military affairs, we mobilize soldiers, labor, food, supplies and supplies. There are countless things to deal with every day. The Sun Quan faction or the officials who are closer to the Sun family are all busy and have no time to take care of these smaller people's livelihood affairs.
On the other hand, the faction that opposes the war is also very busy. It is busy secretly connecting, busy colluding in private, busy hiding and transferring assets, and also busy pretending to be busy...
"Everything is putting the overall situation in Jiangdong first!"
The two factions shouted the same slogans every day, and were in the same official party.
"Everything follows the will of the lord!"
Both factions looked like they were trying their best to pull the car for Jiangdong Jiye.
『Everything is for the future of Jiangdong!』
The two factions spoke in unison, and even the height of their arms raised seemed to be the same, without any difference.
Only he knew who was that faction. On the surface, they were all the same, they were all from the Jiangdong lineage, the Sun family, and the great men.
Under such circumstances, some potholes and dirt have long been put into the hearts of these two factions. As for the lives of ordinary people affected by these potholes and dirt, it is naturally not a problem.
At least it is not the "big thing" they want to solve now...
As long as the people of Jiangdong have not survived, have not besieged officials, and have no group to provoke officials to rebel, it will not be a big deal.
In fact, in the Jiangdong area, since the beginning of the Yellow Turban Rebellion in the Han Dynasty, many people fled to avoid disaster because of the relatively safe environment, which naturally brought some flowers, plants, gold, silver and jewelry.
At that time, Jiangdong was full of prosperity.
Later, Jiangdong and Fei Qian's caravans traded up and down along the Yangtze River. The silk from Sichuan and Sichuan and spices from the Western Regions greatly enriched the barren luxury goods market of the Jiangdong gentry, making the lives of the Jiangdong gentry truly colorful.
These prosperity have nothing to do with the original indigenous people of Jiangdong.
But no matter how bad a place is, some people are trying to make the bad a place better.
In the long river of history, there are always some characters. They are like stars in the night sky. Although they are in darkness, they still try to shine and try to dispel the haze around them. They may be misunderstood, ridiculed, and even labeled as "a bad person" and "fake maiden", but they always have a persistent pursuit of beauty in their hearts.
Lu Su and Zhou Yu are such people.
Lu Su went to Jiangling in the north to save the broken alliance between Sun Cao. His action was to ignite a faint light in the upcoming storm and try to illuminate the road ahead of Jiangdong. However, in the face of external doubts and ridicule, Lu Su always maintained a firm belief. He believed that his choice could bring a breath of breathing space for Jiangdong and ultimately brought the dawn of victory.
Zhou Yu was trying to save the Jiangdong regime on the verge of destruction. He vowed to protect the Sun family's foundation for Sun Ce.
This promise was like a heavy mountain pressing on his shoulders.
In order to save Jiangdong's upcoming misfortune, Zhou Yu had to drag his sick body and force himself to take this trip, and take on the burden he should have put down again, just like wax igniting the flames on his head with his own hands.
Although the Jiangdong official closed down specific information about the war and was always full of words such as cautious optimism about the news released by the people, the people of Jiangdong saw the real side that the war brought to them from the scarce and scarce market during the day.
The war was not over, so even those soldiers who went to war in Jiangdong who had already died were not considered "real" deaths, and it was not time to pay the pension.
It is said that Sun is already making "Da Quan to Twenty", which is the coin template for "Da Quan to Twenty".
Of course, when it was actually issued, it could have become "Daquan to be the ridge", or even "Danxiu", "Danxiu"...
Not only that, there are also rumors that Sun Quan and the Jiangdong gentry families had collapsed. This time, the added ships and food were snatched from these gentry families...
"I will enter the camp tomorrow and set off to march the next day."
Zhou Yu whispered, his voice calm.
But Xiao Qiao, who was opposite, shook his hand and broke the strings.
Xiao Qiao raised her head and looked at her husband ahead. Although she had already had this premonition before, when Zhou Yu said it in person, she still felt a burst of palpitations, and her little face suddenly became pale and pale.
Zhou Yu sat there, looked up at the sky slightly, then sighed, "Since I knew you, you often played this song wrong... Shang Wei turned into a horn sound, not a feather sound..."
"Why? Husband, your body has not recovered..." Xiao Qiao said confusedly, "Why? Can't you let others go? Governor Huang, Governor Zhu, Governor Cheng..."
Zhou Yu still said calmly: "On the second floor of the left-hand rack in my study, there is a detailed score of this song. If you have time, you can go and take a look."
"Husband, you blew the river wind last time, but you have not recovered yet. Now, go again..." Xiao Qiao looked worried, "If it really doesn't work, you have to wait until your husband is well... I'll go to see a doctor, I'll go to the best doctor now!"
Zhou Yu grabbed Xiao Qiao.
Xiao Qiao finally shed tears, knelt on the ground, hugging Zhou Yu's waist and cried in silence.
After a while, Zhou Yu patted Xiao Qiao on the shoulder and said, "I will play another song for me."
Xiao Qiao stood up and looked at Zhou Yu with tears in her eyes. She suddenly realized that Zhou Yu had already grown old and her handsome face quietly climbed up wrinkles. Her memory had always been beautifying Zhou Yu, but now she realized that Zhou Yu no longer had the same appearance as she used to be.
"Husband..." Xiao Qiao couldn't help but shed tears again.
Zhou Yu smiled, his gentleness was still the same as before, "Just let's play the phoenix and ask for the phoenix."
"good."
Xiao Qiao wiped her tears, hung the strings again, adjusted them, took a breath, calmed down some of her mood, and slid her hands on the strings, and the gentle sound of the piano floated with the wind...
Zhou Yu listened quietly and looked attentively, as if he wanted to keep all the colors and sounds in front of him in his heart and in the depths of his life. Even if Xiao Qiao played the wrong notes because of emotional instability, he did not speak, just a gentle smile, listen, look.
Zhou Yu remembered the first time he saw Xiao Qiao playing the piano, which was really ridiculous. This "outrageous" is not an adjective, but a "verb", so that Zhou Yu couldn't help it. How could such a lovely person ruin and ravage that pitiful piano like this?
So he went up to teach...
So, so many years have passed.
Time flies, and arrows are all pricked in the heart.
The sun and the moon are like shuttles, and the saxals penetrate the liver and intestines.
At the end of the song, Zhou Yu stroked his palm and praised him, "It's played well."
Zhou Yu's gaze is gentle and his smile is, I can't teach you anymore...
Xiao Qiao was happy and then sad, "Husband!"
Zhou Yu stood up and pressed Xiao Qiao's shoulder, "Okay, I should leave too... The lord will pay a visit to the general to give his troops tomorrow, so it's not good to be late for Quemao..."
"Husband!" Xiao Qiao grabbed Zhou Yu's hand tightly.
"Don't worry." Zhou Yu smiled and said, "I've arranged everything. Everything is arranged."
Xiao Qiao stared at Zhou Yu tightly, as if Zhou Yu would disappear on the spot in the next moment, "Husband! You want to come back... Husband, you must come back! Promise me, you must come back!"
"Well..." Zhou Yu blinked and nodded with a smile, "Okay, come back. When I come back, I will listen to you playing the piano."
Xiao Qiao seemed to feel relieved and slowly let go of her hand.
Zhou Yu slowly pulled out his hand, "No need to give it away... Looking at your face, I was so fucked. It was not good for others to see it. After I left, I will take care of myself more."
"Husband!" Xiao Qiao shed tears again.
Zhou Yu waved his hand and turned around and left.
"Husband!" Xiao Qiao chased after a few steps, leaned against the gate of the courtyard, and looked at Zhou Yu's departure back, "Husband, you must come back! I will never miss it next time!"
Chapter completed!