At the top of Liangzhou City, this is already the thirty-first day of the siege by the Turkic Army. Yuan Biao is thin, with a beard on his face, but his eyes are shining. He definitely does not look like a nineteen-year-old young man. On the city wall
Gunpowder smoke filled the air, and corpses piled up like mountains under the city wall. Fortunately, it was summer. If it had been spring, there would have been a plague.
Yuan Feng and his companions groped in the battle and learned in practice. The Liangzhou city defense map, which was originally incomprehensible, has now been completely imprinted in their minds. The soldiers are becoming more and more skilled as they fight, and their cooperation with each other is also getting better and better.
The better the tacit understanding, but unfortunately, comrades sacrifice themselves every day. At this time, a large number of new graves have been built in the city, and this graveyard will become bigger and bigger.
Taking advantage of the enemy's pause in attacking, the soldiers squatted behind the crenels and ate war meals. The soup made from horse bones and the roasted brown bread were enough to satisfy them, but the attentive soldiers found that the meat in the soup was getting more and more.
The less they have, of course they don’t know how serious the logistics work in the city is. In order to ensure the supply of front-line soldiers, ordinary people can only drink gruel, and they have to work for it.
The dignitaries in Liangzhou have become the most pitiful people. Gold and silver have become waste in Liangzhou. The most valuable thing is the meal ticket stamped with the official seal.
Originally, Yuan Feng planned to implement an open supply system in the city. Later, the granaries ran out and he had to terminate this policy. War is cruel and it is impossible to take care of everyone. Only those who can contribute to city defense can get meals. Not only
Food was in short supply, and anything that could be worn to keep out the cold and things that could be burned were in short supply. The Turks threw incendiary bombs into the city day and night, burning down the houses near the city wall, and a large number of people became new
During the severe cold season, there were no shelters, no firewood or coal for heating, and no adequate meals. Many elderly people died miserably, but no one could do anything because supplies had to be given to the city defense troops first. Without them, Liangzhou would be
Everyone must die.
The livelihood of 300,000 people is a big problem. During these days, Zhou Ze'an's head has turned half white. He has to do everything, no matter how big or small. Not to mention eating and clothing, let's talk about the excrement of these hundreds of thousands of people.
Disposal is a headache enough. Before the siege, it could be transported outside to fertilize the fields. After the siege, it could only be piled in the corner. The dung pile grew at an alarming rate every day. In the long run, it not only affected our lives but also led to the occurrence of infectious diseases.
Fortunately, someone came up with a plan. According to the records in ancient military books, human feces and urine were boiled to make something called "wax juice", which could be used as a weapon. When the enemy attacked, he poured it on his head.
Just burning a little skin can destroy a soldier, ranging from amputation to death from infection. So the person who gave the idea was rewarded with a bushel of rice.
In the same way, anyone who can make suggestions for the defense of Liangzhou will be rewarded with food. For a time, the people became enthusiastic. Blacksmiths, carpenters, and scholars spent all day thinking about how to make city defense equipment and how to invent advanced weapons. The three stinkers
The cobbler is as good as Zhuge Liang, not to mention, he really got some useful methods from the people.
In the past, the tall and majestic Liangzhou city wall was riddled with holes. The crenels were smashed to pieces, and the watchtowers were destroyed by fire. The civilians carried stones to mend the gaps. The soldiers wore fur coats and looked into the distance warily. The Turks
The human return artillery finally stopped firing, not because of their kindness, but because they had smashed all the rocks within a few dozen miles, and now they had to pull the rocks back from the Gobi Desert a hundred miles away.
There are not many corpses under the city anymore. Probably the Turks feel that attacking by stepping on the corpses of their own people will damage morale, so every time they retreat, they try to carry back the wounded and dead. The defenders are happy to do this. Under the city wall
Thousands of corpses piled up at any time are not pleasant to the sight or smell.
It has been snowing heavily for several days, and goose-feather snowflakes have swept across the sky and earth, covering up all traces of the war. The temperature is higher than before. In Liangzhou City, the people are working hard to clean up the snow. Although it is very hard, but
Everyone doesn't want the snow to stop, but they really want it to keep falling.
Starting from the day it snowed, the Turks stopped attacking the city because they had run out of artillery shells. The vanguard troops of the Eastern Chagatai Khanate that first arrived at Liangzhou City have now been reduced to baggage troops, responsible for transporting artillery shells to the army.
, the Mongolian warriors of the past could no longer bend their bows and ride their horses, they could only bend their waists and lift stones.
"Hurry! Don't stop!" The newly appointed Dongchagatai's black-sweated son-in-law brandished a whip and whipped his soldiers. He unloaded the stones from the carriage and stacked them neatly on the side of the military camp. After unloading the stones, he returned them
Before they had time to take a sip of hot soup, the convoy set off on the journey again. The cold wind was blowing in the face with snowflakes. The black fireman was riding on horseback looking back at the camp gate. There was a star hanging on the tall wooden pillar.
Because of the cold weather, the face of his head has not changed much, but the gray head is covered with snowflakes. That is his sweat, the head of his savior, his most respected and beloved adoptive father, Tuhelu Timur.
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The black son of fire, also known as Chu Jian, looked at the frost-condensed head of his adoptive father. He had mixed feelings, and the scene in the king's tent many days ago could not help but appear in front of his eyes.
As the vanguard of the Turkic army, the Eastern Chagatai Khan Corps is responsible for building roads across mountains and rivers, building bridges, and opening up roads from the Western Regions to the Central Plains. Previously, Timur Khan had issued a death order to cross the Han Dynasty in Liangzhou.
New Year, but Liangzhou was too difficult to attack. Tuheilu was greedy for life and feared death, so he was afraid to fight. He waited until Timur Khan's army arrived, and Liangzhou still stood there. According to the military system and the Khan
The style of clear rewards and punishments may cause many people to suffer.
When he met the Great Khan, Tuheilu actually took out a sharp knife from his arms and intended to assassinate him. Timur always regarded himself as a descendant of Genghis Khan and was open-minded and open-minded. When he met Anda, there were no guards in the king's tent. In addition, he
His legs had been injured and he had difficulty moving. Although Tuheilu was old, he had sufficient physical strength and moved quickly. At the critical moment, the son of Prince Hei of Dongchagatai who accompanied Tuheilu to the audience.
He unexpectedly rushed forward and blocked his father's sharp blade. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the guards outside the king's tent swarmed in and captured Tu Heilu.
After all, Timur was someone who had seen big scenes. He didn't even blink his eyes from beginning to end. After Tuheilu was taken down by the guards, he said lightly: "Chop him into pieces."
The guards were about to take action when suddenly Hei Erhuo Zhe shouted: "Wait a minute! Please let me send Father Khan to death."
Timur narrowed his eyes and looked at this unfamiliar young man, and sneered: "Okay, I want to see what tricks you and your son are playing."
The black Erhuo Zhe picked up the dagger that fell on the ground, approached his father and whispered a word, then stabbed the old man's heart with the knife, stirred it again, quickly ending his life, and then slowly cut the corpse's body.
The head was cut off and the blood soaked the carpet of the king's tent. The guards watched this incredible scene with cold eyes. The son killed his father and cut off his father's head as a gift to the enemy.
Timur still had a normal expression and sneered: "Do you think I will let you Eastern Chagatai people go?"
The black Erhuo Zhe said nothing, bowed to Bald Heilu's superiors, turned the dagger upside down and stabbed his own chest. It was only then that a glimmer of approval flashed in Timur's eyes...
It was already half a month later when Chu Jian woke up. According to the doctor in the army, if the Great Khan had not issued a death order to save him, he would have gone to see Allah long ago. Fortunately, the knife grazed his heart.
After losing a lot of blood but no internal injuries, Chu Jian struggled and led his team to pull the rocks after he was able to get to the ground.
Tu Heilu's head was still hanging on the high pole for public display, and his father's instructions the night before the incident still echoed in his heart. There were no tears in Chu Jian's eyes or in his heart. At this moment, he only felt the heavy responsibility on his shoulders.
The troops in Dongchagatai were responsible for transporting boulders from the Gobi Desert hundreds of miles away in this severe snowy weather. The stone bombs consumed a lot of money and put great pressure on logistics and transportation. The snowy roads were slippery, and many soldiers were hungry and cold.
He worked in the snow for a long time and became snow-blind. There was so much resentment in the army and even more resentment towards His Royal Highness. There were countless people who scolded him behind his back. Chu Jian endured all these because he never forgot his father.
Please be patient! Be patient!
The sky was bright in the king's tent, and the Great Khan's military advisors had been studying strategies to defeat the enemy all night long. Now Timur finally understood Tuheilu. It was not that he was afraid of the enemy, but that Liangzhou was too difficult to attack.
The city wall is tall and solid, and the food stock is sufficient. The defenders are determined, and they are like a dam blocking their way to the east. The millions of troops are stagnant, and the daily consumption of food and grass is an astronomical figure. If there is no breakthrough, I am afraid that the army will be destroyed.
It's going to be chaos.
Fortunately, the military strategists finally came up with a way to concentrate all their forces to attack one place. As long as there was a breakthrough, it would be easy. So the army suspended the siege and stored stone bombs to wait for the opportunity. Ten days later, the stone bombs were finally stored.
After meeting the requirements, before Chu Jian's troops could take a breath, they were sent to the front of the formation to perform an important task - digging tunnels.
It was cold and freezing, and the ground was as hard as iron. A pickaxe could only dig out a white dot when hit. Those brainless military advisors actually asked to dig a tunnel into Liangzhou City. Thinking of it makes people itch with hatred, but Chu
Key still carried out the order to the letter. He told the soldiers that they had to dig out the tunnel even if they dug with their fingernails or gnawed with their teeth.