When the night gradually deepened, Long Hui was already dead.︾
His armless body was hung on the flagpole. The body was beaten to pieces, and the blood dripping from his body gradually condensed into red ice edges in the night wind.
Most of the corpses of the other generals who were hung on the flagpole were also like this.
There were also fires burning between the camps of the Resentful Army and Xia Cun, reflecting everything in the night. More than a thousand prisoners captured by the Resentful Army were surrounded not far from the flagpole. Naturally, they did not have bonfires or tents.
At this night, everyone could only huddle together for warmth, and many injured people gradually froze to death. Occasionally, in the light of the fire, soldiers from the resentful army would drag out one or a few restless prisoners and beat them.
Dead or hacked, screams echoed in the night.
The defenders of Xia Village watched all this in silence from a distance.
Before Ning Yi and others had a good night's sleep, Qin Shaoqian and some generals were discussing countermeasures in the command room. Occasionally, he would go out and take a look. The firelight at night was like a river flowing in later generations. On one side of the camp, there was the place that was knocked open the day before.
At this time, some people were still building and reinforcing the breach in the camp wall. From a distance, the things in front of the Resentful Army camp could also be vaguely seen.
Juan'er brought tea and went in. When she came out, she stood beside Ning Yi. In the past few days, there was a lot of fighting outside Xia Village. She helped inside, distributing supplies, arranging for the wounded, and handling various details.
She was also very busy. Many times, she had to arrange the lives of Ning Yi and others. At this time, the girl also looked haggard and quite tired. Ning Yi looked at her, smiled at her, then took off his coat and asked for it.
After it was draped on her body, the girl took a step back and shook her head frequently.
"It's not cold, uncle, please put it on."
Her expression was resolute. Ning Yi no longer forced it, and just said: "Get some rest early."
Juan'er nodded, looked at the direction of the Resentful Army camp from a distance, and stood for a moment: "Uncle, is it troublesome for those people to be arrested?"
She didn't understand the significance and extent of the various changes that had occurred since the war, but she had only talked about what had happened today, and felt the sudden sinking of emotions in the camp - in the already extremely tense atmosphere.
, this is certainly not a good thing.
Ning Yi thought for a while and finally smiled and said: "It's okay, we can handle it."
The Jurchens' southern invasion was caught off guard, but as things have developed today, many joints can already be seen clearly. The Battle of Bianliang has reached a critical moment of life and death - and this only opportunity to decide life and death is also for everyone
People struggle out point by point.
In a sense, Ning Yi is not a die-hard who believes in the spirit of sacrificing for the country. He is extremely flexible in many things. When it comes to sacrificing for the country, how much recognition does the Wu Dynasty have in his heart?
It's hard to explain clearly. However, from the initial efforts to clear the country, to the gathering of defeated troops, the struggle for power and the robbery of Moutuogang, and then to the tenacious defense of Xia Village, the reason why he came here is simply because: this is the only way to break the situation.
He doesn't understand military matters, and he has some understanding of the battlefield at the moment. But he only has a partial understanding. But one thing he understands is that he is looking forward and backward, always thinking about taking tricks, and people who know the interests well cannot get things done. Many generals in the Wu Dynasty are like this
, Minister is like this. Many people are like this. It is not a good habit to retreat when faced with difficulties. In many things, it is not a good habit. When the Jurchens put their lives on the line and the Wu Dynasty people put their lives on the line, they may not necessarily win, but
Those who are not willing to risk their lives will never be able to win.
Whether it's war or work, at the highest level, risking one's life is just the most basic prerequisite.
So he did everything he could. He strengthened the walls and cleared the country, inspired Wanyan Zongwang with letters, and robbed Moutuogang. In the end, he trapped himself here. There was no way out. More than 14,000 people were hurriedly integrated, and he pulled
Without going out, elm cannons, mines and other things can only play the greatest role on the defensive. If Bianliang can be defended, and here, it can be forced to exhaust the Jurchens' reserve force, then the Wu Dynasty
The only glimmer of hope may appear - at that time, peace talks can be made.
If it was for the country, Ning Yi might have left long ago. But just to accomplish the task at hand, he stayed, because only in this way could things succeed.
But a war is a war after all. As the situation has developed to this point, Ning Yi has re-examined the situation in front of him countless times. The seemingly evenly matched stalemate and the tensed military will seem to be stalemate, but in fact, at the next moment, who will collapse?
It’s not surprising. And the most likely person for this to happen is, after all, the defenders of Xia Cun. To what extent can the morale of more than 14,000 people be sustained, and even to what extent can the four thousand elite soldiers among them be sustained?
Neither Ning Yi nor Qin Shaoqian can actually estimate accurately. But Pharmacist Guo may have an idea.
More than 10,000 people led by the general named Long Hui launched a rescue operation here. Knowing that there was such a thing may cheer up the morale of the army, but the result of a complete defeat was undoubtedly a blow. And at that time
When things develop to the current situation, once the more than a thousand prisoners are driven to attack the city, and the morale and numbers of the troops are changing, Xia Cun will probably face the most difficult situation.
People with certain battlefield experience can probably predict the possibilities before them. And although the people in this valley have grown continuously in the past few days of fighting, they are not yet invulnerable. Just like Ning Yi in the Zhu family
As Zhuang Ying said to the Liangshan troops, you may not retreat. Do the people around you have such confidence? Do you have such confidence in the people around you? Anyone who realizes this will definitely
Loss of morale.
Ning Yi failed to explain these things clearly to Juan'er, but when she left, he looked at the girl's back with mixed emotions. As in every life and death situation in the past, he had overcome many hurdles, but in one hurdle
Ahead of the journey ahead, he had actually thought about whether this would be the last one...
He closed his eyes and recalled for a moment Su Tan'er's figure, Yunzhu's figure, Yuan Jin'er's appearance, Xiao Chan's appearance, and the woman named after watermelon who was far away in the south.
Things related to them. After a while, he sighed and turned back.
Below the camp, when Mao Yishan returned to the slightly warm shack, he saw Qu Qing sharpening a knife. The other people in this small shack had not returned yet.
"Damn...I can't wait to eat those people..."
The screams from the Resentful Army camp were faintly heard, and no one spoke in the shack. There was only the sound of sharpening knives. Mao Yishan sat there, silent for a moment, and looked at Qu Qing.
"Brother Qu, is tomorrow... going to be troublesome?"
Because Qu Qing was injured, he had been lying down for the past two days, and Mao Yishan had never seen him show such a solemn look in the time he had known him, at least when he was not fighting.
All you care about is resting and sleeping soundly, and you will never sharpen your knife at night.
Qu Qing did not answer directly, but quietly sharpened it for a while. After a while, he touched the blade and breathed out white air.
"I'm afraid it won't be easy, so you should work hard."
He threw the whetstone.
Mao Yishan caught the stone and froze there for a moment. When he sat on the edge of the bed and turned around to look, there seemed to be a faint moonlight in the sky through the gap in the shack.
The long night gradually passed.
When it gets dark, the camps on both sides are already moving...
"Let them get up—"
Accompanied by long whips and shouts, war horses galloped between the camps. The more than a thousand captives who had gathered had begun to be driven away. They had not had a drop of water since they were captured yesterday. After a night of freezing temperatures, they could still
Those who stood up were already extremely weak, and some were lying on the ground unable to get up again.
The several corpses hanging on the flagpole in front of them have all been frozen into miserable ice sculptures after this freezing night, with the bright red color of flesh and blood in the ice edges.
"Let them get up! Let them go! Those who can't get up, give me a stabbing blow——"
The resentful troops were already in formation. The long whips they wielded came from behind the prisoners, forcing them to move forward. Behind the walls of the Xia Village camp in the distance ahead, figures stretched out one after another, all looking at this
side.
He Can's teeth chattered and he started to cry.
He was one of the more than a thousand prisoners, and he was originally a soldier under Long Hui's command. Yesterday, when the resentful army came to kill him, the few of Long Hui's men escaped. This has something to do with Long Hui's deadly battle.
But the most important thing is that the defeat happened too fast. They were a step too late and were surrounded. In the end, this group of soldiers may have died less in battle, but more were later surrounded by resentful troops and abandoned their weapons.
Surrender - after all, they are not iron men. In such a desperate environment, surrender is a common thing.
Long Hui was killed until he was exhausted and one of his hands was cut off before being captured. He Can was not familiar with this Shangguan, but during the subsequent transfer, he saw the Shangguan tied up with a rope and dragged behind the horse.
He ran away, and members of the resentful army chased him and beat him all the way. Later, he was tied to the flagpole and whipped to death. He could not explain the thoughts in his mind, but some things had become obvious. He knew that he would
dying.
In this way, he walked past the flagpoles with the support of the people around him and cried. When he passed by Long Hui, he took a look. The frozen body was extremely desolate, and the resentful soldiers beat him to the end.
, the body was completely unrecognizable, the eyes had been punched out, and the flesh and blood were blurred. Only his mouth was still open, as if he was saying something. He took one look and did not dare to look at it again.
The wind whistled across the valley. In the valley, the atmosphere was so tense that it was almost frozen. Tens of thousands of people were facing each other, and the distance between the two sides was shrinking as the group of prisoners moved forward. In front of the resentful army formation, Medicine Master Guo stood in awe on horseback.
, waiting for the reaction from the other side, on the platform in Xia Village, Ning Yi, Qin Shaoqian and others were also watching all this in awe. A small number of generals and messengers were walking through the crowd. A little later, the archers
The final arrow has been set.
Time seems to be flowing by in front of everyone's eyes.
The accident happened in a place that not many people expected.
In the entire battle formation, the area where more than a thousand prisoners were driven forward was the only noisy place, mainly coming from the shouts and curses of the resentful soldiers in the rear. They drove them away with whips and pulled out their long knives.
The soldiers who could no longer get up from the ground were stabbed with one blow. Some of these people were already dead, and some were still alive, but they were all killed by this sword. The smell of blood spread as usual.
He Can felt his hand being pulled. It was the tall companion who had been walking beside him, and suddenly stopped.
After these soldiers were captured, their swords and guns were confiscated, and they were not provided with food or water. However, other measures were nothing more than tying their hands with a long rope. Such restraints had limited impact on the soldiers.
It’s just that many people no longer dare to resist.
He Can heard the tall man say: "I'm not leaving."
Then, a sad voice came from the side and in front: "Don't go forward!"
The war horses galloped past, and then there was a flash of sword light, someone fell down, and the knights of the resentful army shouted: "Let's go! Whoever dares to stop will die -"
A large number of people were still moving forward. He Can heard the sound of bows and arrows. The arrows shot over and the tall man fell down: "Let's go -"
Amidst the roar, another voice suddenly rang out. This time, the voice had become louder: "Brothers, our brothers are in front of you! They have fought so hard, we can't help, don't talk nonsense."
The hind legs are gone——”
After this burst of shouting, chaos and massacre began. The resentful soldiers pushed forward from the rear. Their entire formation also began to push forward. Some prisoners were still moving forward, while some rushed to the rear, pulled and fell down.
, deaths began to become frequent, He Can walked unsteadily among the crowd. Not far away, a tall flagpole and corpses were also shaking in the field of vision.
The moment the chaos occurred, Pharmacist Guo gave the order to advance. Xia Cun and Ning Yi ran a few steps and climbed to the watchtower next to the platform. The next moment, he shouted a few words downwards. Qin Shaoqian was slightly startled, and then
, and suddenly waved his hand. On the war horse not far away, Yue Fei raised his spear.
At the edge of the camp, Mao Yishan stood behind the camp wall. Watching all the killings from a distance, his hand holding the knife was trembling and his teeth hurt. A large number of prisoners stopped moving at that position.
Some cried and shouted, and squeezed under the butcher's knife in the back. However, all this was unimaginable. Once they approached the camp, the archers on their side could only shoot them. And at this moment, he
I saw the war horses galloping away from the side and behind.
There was a sound.
"The whole army is in formation, ready -"
"You saw-" someone shouted from the watchtower.
Countless soldiers carrying orders raised their flags and galloped forward on their horses!
"Those are our compatriots, they are being slaughtered by those bastards! What are we going to do-"
"Those cowards from the north! Come to our place! Kill our families! Steal our things! Everyone, we are here! There is no more way-"
Mao Yishan listened to this voice and felt the movement of the entire valley. Suddenly he understood something. He dragged the knife, his hands were shaking, and his eyes were red and he smiled at his companion next to him: "Hahaha...hahaha
..." The laughter was exciting and weird. This was perhaps a moment that Mao Yishan had never experienced in his life. Before this, he had never had such a moment when he was so fanatically eager to kill the enemy. When the prisoners were driven over
At that time, he knew in his heart that he could only hold on to his side. However, at this moment, the people above him had already made the opposite decision.
Above, the huge flag fluttering in the wind has begun to move.
He Can staggered towards the resentful soldiers wielding swords. He was one of the survivors of the battle. When the sword cut off his arm, he fainted. At that moment, he felt
What I was thinking was: I am the same as General Long.
On that battlefield before, when everyone was surrounded by the cavalry of the resentful army, the general who was covered in blood shouted in despair: "We lost, we lost... don't be used..." He
Vaguely, I heard it.
The moment before he lost consciousness, he heard a sound like a flash flood and an earthquake from behind.
All the wooden doors in the Xia Cun camp opened with a bang. At one section, the soldiers pushed against the broken wall. At this moment, all their weaknesses were being exposed. Guo Yaoshi's horse stopped for a moment, raised his hand, and wanted to strike.
Click command.
"Today! Right here! They don't have to think about going back! Everyone—"
The voice was as faint as thunder: "We ate them——"
On the east side of the camp, Yue Fei's spear blade glowed with a dull, bloodthirsty light as he stepped out of the camp gate.
In the southeast of the camp, a general named He Zhicheng stepped on the wall. He pulled out his long sword, threw away the scabbard, turned around and said: "Kill!"
At the main entrance, swords and shields were arrayed, and the general in front immediately said, "Ready!"
Pang Liu'an commanded his soldiers to push down the camp wall. There were corpses piled outside the camp wall. He stepped over the corpses. From behind, some people went out through the gap, and some people climbed over the wall and spread out.
To the west, Liu Chengzong shouted: "Kill——"
"kill!!!!!!"
The roaring sound was like a flood bursting its banks. In a moment, it shook the entire mountain. The clouds in the sky solidified, and tens of thousands of troops faced each other on the spreading front. The victorious army hesitated for a moment, and Xia
The village's defenders rushed towards us with thunderous force.
On this day, more than 18,000 people in the entire valley finally completed their transformation. At least at this moment, when Mao Yishan clenched his sword and rushed towards the enemy with red eyes, the outcome was determined.
It is already something beyond the blade.
The arrows flew feebly through the sky, and soon after, the two armies collided with each other in the most barbaric manner... (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
ps: I hope I have made the meaning of this question clear.