Under Tongguan, the bloody battle is still continuing.
The siege of a city is never easy, let alone a pass like Tongguan.
It would be better to attack ten cities than to attack a single pass.
The reason is very simple. A city can only be surrounded by three passes, but passes often only have one side. No matter how many troops the attacker has, it is difficult to use them to their fullest. They can only use flesh and blood and forged siege equipment to attack the city.
Attack bit by bit, and chip away the green bricks of the city piece by piece.
A human life is not even as good as a brick. It's just that sometimes you don't take your life seriously, and sometimes others don't take it seriously.
Dozens of soldiers stood at the foot of the city, holding huge oars and shields with both hands, leaning against the city wall, protecting the soldiers and civilians behind them under the shields, and removing all the arrows and rolling logs and stones from the city.
, and under the oars and shields, these soldiers and civilians were digging desperately at the foundation of Tongguan...
"Spread out!"
Suddenly someone pulled their necks and howled, but it was too late. The torches dropped almost at the same time along with the kerosene, quickly engulfing this small formation that could withstand arrows, rolling wood and rocks!
Not long after the shrill screams rang out, the breath gradually disappeared in the flames, leaving only groups of black charcoal-like bodies that were either rickety or curled up.
There are not many bodies like this in Tongguan.
Some of the dark and twisted arms pointed diagonally towards the sky, as if they were accusing themselves of injustice, or as if they were cursing the living...
"Send another team!"
Yang Jun said indifferently, as if he didn't see the flames steaming.
Without the source of food and grass, and without letting the soldiers below know about it, what is the best way to do it?
Let all the cannon fodder die!
On the one hand, it can reduce the consumption of food and grass, and on the other hand, it can also consume various equipment of the Tongguan defenders. From the past two days, although there is still kerosene for defense above Tongguan, the number and frequency of use are decreasing.
This works!
Naturally, effective methods should continue to be used.
Seeing another group of civilians and auxiliary soldiers, under the supervision of the main soldiers, shouting for death and staggering forward, Yang Jun's heart couldn't calm down for some reason.
It was not for these auxiliary soldiers and civilians. No matter how many of these people died, Yang Jun would not feel much regret in his heart. What he regretted even more was the burned food and grass and the armored warriors who were supervising the battle.
In the past two days, the morale on our side has continued to decline.
Yang Jun knew, but remained unmoved.
If too many people die, will morale be lost?
But what if morale drops?
Just like there is only one way for him to attack Tongguan, these auxiliary soldiers and civilians who already have little morale also have only one way. As long as the regular soldiers are controlled, these things with little combat power can only be obedient.
, obediently consume Tongguan’s strength and equipment in batches!
Huangfu Song used this method to capture Tongguan. There is no reason why Yang Jun couldn't do it!
Although Yang Jun's face was calm now, as if nothing had happened, his heart was churning. The rear army he sent out had not returned with any news for more than a day. Although in some cases, no news is good news, and if there is,
Generally speaking, news is bad news, but this feeling of being confused can make people gradually lose their confidence and lose themselves.
Although Yang Jun repeatedly encouraged himself, Yang Jun always had a premonition, a bad premonition, and this premonition soon became a reality.
Amidst the noise of the troops, Yang Jun suddenly turned around and saw a group of scouts running towards him covered in sweat. He also saw the towering smoke rising from the sky in the distance...
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At the top of Tongguan City, Ma Yan's pressure has not eased much in the past few days.
Everyone knows their own things, and everyone has his own difficulties.
The regular soldiers from Hongnong and Heluo brought by Yang Jun this time are not at the same level as the ordinary militiamen last time. Although there were only about three or four thousand, the pressure they exerted was greater than that of the tens of thousands of militiamen.
It's bigger and the threat is bigger.
The key is that Tongguan has just experienced the last high-intensity battle. Many places have not been completely repaired and improved. Although some places have been filled in, Ma Yan knows that under the soil layer, some places are just made of wood.
The shelf is temporarily supported and is not entirely made of solid rammed earth.
Therefore, every time Yang Jun sent excavation soldiers to this area, Ma Yan tried to save the use of kerosene, otherwise once the bricks and earth covering the surface were dug out, the wooden frame inside would not be able to withstand it for long.
!
As time went by, the anxiety in Ma Yan's heart also accumulated bit by bit. It was inevitable that he was not as calm and calm as he was at the beginning. He yelled at the soldiers and even kicked them without realizing it.
are increasing.
How long can you hold on?
How long will you have to guard yourself?
No one could give Ma Yan the answer, and Ma Yan had nowhere to go to find the answer.
However, when the long horn horn sounded in the distance in the east, Ma Yan, who had not laughed for many days, suddenly laughed and clapped his hands excitedly: "Come here! Damn it, beat the drum for me! Hahaha
!Zhang Wenyuan, okay, Zhang Wenyuan!”
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Yang Jun stood under the command of the Chinese army and just looked east. As for the auxiliary soldiers and civilians who were originally sent to Tongguan, they stopped at some point and stood blankly on the way without paying attention.
Yang Jun's slightly thin body was trembling slightly unconsciously. He clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth and said: "Why...why is this...why is this!"
The rumbling war drums above Tongguan City suddenly reminded Yang Jun. He suddenly came back to his senses and shouted: "Line up! Line up! Don't let the enemy troops rush into the camp!"
But most of Yang's soldiers seemed to be stuck in glue at this moment. Even their movements were extremely stiff. Even the regular soldiers who were originally in good order were now a little confused and confused.
Everyone knows what it means when General Zhengxi's troops appear in the rear.
But no one knows how they can resist when General Zhengxi's cavalry roars towards them...
At any time, when well-equipped cavalry appears on the battlefield, it is a great deterrent to both the commander and the soldiers.
Yang Jun's soldiers looked at the three-color flag hoisted high in the distance, watched the cavalry commander leading his troops and horses, advancing slowly and unhurriedly; watched the forest-like lances pointing straight into the sky, shining with awe-inspiring force.
The cold light of the people; watching the several cavalrymen rushing forward quickly rush to the front of the formation, pull out a few flags from behind, and throw them into the open space of the rear camp like rags...
These flags were very familiar to Yang's soldiers, and they immediately caused a commotion.
Several soldiers stepped forward cautiously, then quickly rolled up the flags in their arms and brought them to Yang Jun.
Yang Jun looked at it and felt that his body was swaying. He stood up reluctantly and tried to straighten his waist, because he knew that once his waist was bent, it would not be so easy to straighten it up.
Already.
On the ground, there are the flags of the rear army that I sent out...
The most important thing is that there is also the blue bird flag representing Yang Gong's cavalry...
Yang Jun closed his eyes in pain,
It can be seen how much Yang Biao cherishes this cavalry and how much he values this cavalry. He even decided to use the blue bird as his logo. However, now the blue bird flag looks like a bird that has been stripped of its feathers.
The sparrow...
Yang Gong has already taken out all his wealth, but behind the cavalry of these generals who conquer the west, how many soldiers, how many horses, and how many cards are left that have not been taken out?
Yang Jun looked up at the big flag with the word "汉" written on it, and suddenly burst into tears.
"Big man..."
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Five hundred miles away, Luoyang seemed to feel Yang Jun's sadness, and it began to rain lightly and continuously.
Luoyang City now no longer has the graceful and luxurious temperament it once had. Instead, it is a bit bleak. It is like an extremely refined Internet celebrity beauty who took off her makeup, washed her face, and turned off the beauty filter.
Same.
Outside the gate of Luoyang City, the traces of the old fire have not been eliminated, spreading like scars on the city wall. The green bricks of the city wall have not been completely repaired. In the pattering spring rain, rain and mist, not only have they not changed due to hazy
It is more poetic, but more decadent and miserable.
Although the rain was not heavy, it hindered many repair projects and cut off the flow of people. There were only scattered laborers, half-dead people carrying or dragging them, shivering in the rain, and struggling in the mud and water.
Move forward.
The rain and mist in the distance suddenly moved, and then there was the sound of footsteps trampling on the muddy water, and a group of figures appeared in the rain and mist...
The defenders at the head of Luoyang City complained and ran out of their shelter from the rain. They lay on the battlements and looked down on guard.
In the rain, I saw thirty or forty people stumbling over. The leader was still holding the banner of the Han Army, but the flag was already in tatters, and the personnel were all in a panic. The clothes on their bodies could not be better described as wearing.
They were draped over their heads and swaying after absorbing the rain. A dozen of them were wearing helmets crookedly, as if they would fall off at any time. Everyone was dragging their feet, using knives and guns to support themselves forward.
Walk as if these swords and guns are not weapons but crutches.
The soldiers guarding the city of Luoyang were immediately relieved, but they looked at each other a little bit. They looked at a group of broken soldiers who were escaping, but they didn't know where they came from...
The warden on duty lay on the battlement and shouted: "Stand there for the fuck! Don't go forward, rush to the city gate, don't complain if you are shot to death! Give me your number first, where the hell are you going?"
Coming?"
That's what they said, but in fact no one on the city wall raised a bow or arrow, and no one even made any move to close the city gate. Isn't it just a broken army of thirty or forty people who came from nowhere? Is it worth making such a fuss about?
"A certain person is a garrison in Gong County!" Someone in the queue responded loudly, "There are thieves in Gong County and they are laying siege to the city! A certain person and his brothers were ordered to break out and report the news! Damn thieves... When they broke through, there were
Hundreds of people, and now... report it quickly, don't let a certain brother die in vain..."
"Gong County, a thief?" The village chief on duty widened his eyes, "Where did the thief come from? He actually arrived in Gong County?!"
"Damn it, how could someone know...it came all of a sudden without even raising a flag..."
"There are no flags? Damn it... Hey, these days... Okay, I can't say it. Hurry up and cross the trench, go into the city and report to the boss to see what the regulations are..."
Luoyang City was originally surrounded by the Luo River as a moat, but no one maintained it for a long time after the fire, and some of the trenches collapsed. Now they are being re-excavated, so the water inlet is blocked. At present, it is just a deep trench without water storage.
Thirty or forty people heard the words and walked forward in confusion.
In front of the ditch, the team guarding the wooden bridge and the city gate looked a bit old, or the gate officials at the emperor's feet were somewhat majestic, at least wearing leather armor and wearing a turban on their heads.
Wearing wooden clogs at the feet, they looked somewhat like each other. When they saw the wretched appearance of these people, they did not stop them for questioning. They just shook their heads and sighed, and then muttered something like "... Why bother... risk your life..." and so on.
He waved his hand half-heartedly, signaling for these people to enter the city.
At this moment, a military attache came out of the city, and two guards held up oil umbrellas to protect them from the wind and rain. The bright red cloaks on their bodies were stained by some rainwater, making them look as colorful as blood.
"What are you doing? Stopped me!" Upon seeing this, the military attache immediately frowned and asked, "Why are everyone let in!"
Before the chief of the village at the top of the city could speak, there was silence for a moment among the thirty or forty people who were originally in embarrassment, and then someone suddenly shouted: "Kill him! Grab the door!"
The soldiers disguised as fleeing for their lives suddenly shouted together and rushed forward ferociously!
In the rain and fog, there was a faint thunderous sound coming from afar...
Xia Houyuan rode his horse out of the rain and fog, then looked at the chaotic city gate, laughed loudly, drew out his sword with a clang, and shouted loudly: "Young men, it's time to get rich! Hurry up! Let's kill you.
Use all your energy to suck milk! Fight for me to open the door!"
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"Mr. Yang! Gong Yang! Something bad has happened! Something bad has happened! Ah..." The panicked attendant rushed in from outside the courtyard, but accidentally stepped on the moss on the stone steps, and with a hiss, a dog gnawed on the mud.
He threw himself into the patio and was immediately covered in a mess.
"...Mr. Yang," the attendant who reported the news did not care about the embarrassment and pain of his fall. He quickly stood up and raised his head and said, "Someone is robbing the city! Robbing the city! There are many cavalry coming, no less than a thousand!"
"Which gate is it at?" Yang Biao stood up quickly, "Go to the West Gate? Yongmen Gate? Guangyang Gate?"
"None...none..." The attendant stood up with bared teeth and said quickly, "It's the Middle East Gate..."
"Middle East Gate, why is it at the Middle East Gate?" Yang Biao asked in disbelief, "You said it's not the west side? Isn't it the troops of General Zhengxi? Whose banner is it under?"
"The flag, the flag is... it's Pingdong General Cao..."
At this moment, the noise at the city gate finally came over. Amidst the sound of raindrops hitting the tiles like accompaniment, rhythmic slogans resounded over Luoyang City: "Purge the treacherous ministers and protect the Mingjun!"
Kuang Sheji and protect the great man!"
After hearing this, Yang Biao almost spit out blood...
