Relying on the urgently mobilized Tibetan mountain people, the Han army easily opened the entrance of Jingxing, but the price paid was also high. Even battle flags could freeze and crack in such weather. The mountain road was rugged, and it became even more difficult to walk after it was frozen. People fell to death from the cold.
Hundreds of soldiers died, and it was precisely because of this weather that they succeeded unexpectedly.
After taking Jingxingkou, there were no insurmountable obstacles in front of them. The rear troops of the Han army began to move in continuously, while the forward battalions still rushed forward in the snow and rushed to Taiyuan Prefecture.
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the Jin army was hiding in the barracks, and the mountain people were hiding at home. In this damn weather, no one would go out and run around. On the mountain road, only the forward infantry of the Han army wearing the uniforms of the Jin army were risking their lives.
Snow march.
Yuan Feng personally led his troops to fight against Taiyuan. On the one hand, it was because there was his own younger brother Chengping in Taiyuan City. Another reason was that after this battle, there would be no big battles in the world. If he did not take the opportunity to enjoy himself, there would be no more
Opportunity.
After passing Jingxingkou, the splendid Taiyuan City was not far away. The heavy snow that had fallen all night had stopped, but the wind was still blowing. It was cold for several days and there were few people outside. Even so, the Han army stepped up their march and tried to get there as soon as possible.
Below Taiyuan City.
God of Soldiers, all the temporarily unnecessary baggage was left behind, leaving it to the follow-up troops to pack up. The troops marched forward lightly, trotting on the solid snowy road. From time to time, some people slipped and fell, but no one complained, and they just got up silently.
Following the team, even though every member of this team was a carefully selected and strong soldier, there were still many people left behind. When they reached the gate of Taiyuan City, only a little over 2,000 of the 5,000-man army remained.
Due to the difficulty of traveling on the road, it was already early in the morning when we arrived at the city. At the head of the tall and majestic Taiyuan City, a large flag embroidered with the word "Fu" was curled up listlessly. Not even a single person could be seen. The city gates were closed tightly, and the water in the moat was already wet.
It's frozen to the core. The weather is really cold. In the season when dripping water turns to ice, no one will come out and stand if nothing happens. Especially in Taiyuan City, the core area controlled by the Fu family, there are many mountains on all sides.
We haven't seen the enemy in ten years, so you can imagine how slack the soldiers were.
The soldiers who were on duty hid in the Tibetan soldier's cave to warm themselves up by the fire, drink wine and even urinate.
There is nothing happier than curling up in bed in winter.
The soldiers are like this, not to mention the officials. They are all local people. How can they live in the barracks with these smelly Qiu Ba? Even the little boss Bai said...
At home, I stayed with my wife and children on the hot bed, and lived a leisurely life.
It was almost the New Year, and even the Han army had to celebrate the New Year. Hundreds of miles away from the mountains, it was still snowing heavily, so the madman came to attack.
I don't know whose rooster crowed for the first time, and then all the roosters in Taiyuan City started crowing one after another. Although it was still dark, it was already five o'clock, and the soldier guarding the gate reluctantly got up from his bed.
, slowly put on the cotton robe, came to the city gate, unbolted the door, and slowly pushed the heavy door open.
There are already dozens of people waiting at the door. They look like they are wearing the clothes. The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and the marshal’s sons will come back to give them holiday gifts. I’m afraid these people are part of the gift-giving team.
"Brothers, you guys must be the second master's people. Come in quickly and light up the fire. Thank you for your hard work in this cold weather." The warm-hearted servant from Gudao greeted enthusiastically.
The visitor gave a vague agreement and swarmed in. The doorman didn't notice anything was wrong yet, so he held up a lantern to guide the way: "Be careful, the road is slippery. I don't know who spilled urine on the road.
"
Without hearing a reply, he heard the whistling wind behind him. Those "Second Master's people" actually rushed directly to the top of the city. Some people pulled out the shining weapons. Outside the city gate, there was another dark crowd of people.
Came out.
Only then did Mending realize that something was wrong, but it was already too late. He had been knocked down long ago.
At five o'clock in the morning, when it was still dark and everything was dark, the Han army entered the city. The vanguard troops were all wearing the uniforms of the Jingxingkou garrison. They looked the same as Fu Youde's army. The weather and clothing concealed their whereabouts very well.
Even if Fu Jun soldiers who came out to relieve themselves saw them, they would treat them as comrades-in-arms.
Several agile Han soldiers gathered together, took out a blueprint and looked at it under the lantern. This was the defense map of Taiyuan City drawn by the Military Command Department. They followed the map and quickly found the military camp under the city wall.
The gate guard of the military camp is useless. The soldiers standing on guard have long gone to find shelter from the wind with their guns in their arms. In this damn weather, I really have to stand at the gate for half the night without freezing to death. In the huge military camp, there is a layer of snow on the ground, even half of it.
There were no footprints, and rows of military camps stood silently in the pre-dawn darkness.
The soldiers walked over, threw out ropes, climbed up to the roof, and blocked the chimney with rags. Dozens of people worked together, and it was completed in less than a quarter of an hour.
In Fu Jun's barracks, 200 people sleep in a large room. It is heated by a large fire kang, which is very warm. However, there are potential safety hazards. If the chimney is not clear, the people inside may be in danger.
Log in to 6 and support the genuine martial arts empire. Fu Youde runs the army rigorously. In addition to the officers' sidearms, spears, swords, firecrackers, bows and crossbows are all stored in the armory. There are dedicated officers who hold the keys and cannot take them at will. This is also
It was convenient for the Han army. Since the troops were not large, they did not like the scraps of metal, so they simply poured oil on them and set them on fire.
When the weapons depot burned, the genius had just dawned. Every household started to light a fire to cook, and the diligent people came out with shovels and brooms to clear the snow. The entire Taiyuan City was shrouded in smoke. Suddenly, a raging fire broke out under the city wall, attracting people.
Attention of the people.
"Isn't that the camp? Why are you so excited?" A commoner scratched his head in confusion. The camp door next door opened with a bang, and a man rushed out with his clothes on: "**! How come the camp was ordered!"
The officers in Fu's army were awakened by the fire, but it was too late. Eighty percent of the soldiers in the barracks died of gas poisoning. Occasionally, those who approached the door and were lucky enough to survive would throw on their clothes and rush out of the door, only to be held down with their bare hands.
, and there was no officer to direct them, so they had no choice but to become prisoners.
The garrison in Taiyuan City was originally several thousand strong, because Taiyuan is located in the center of the Jinzhong Plain. Except for one of the main forces of Fu's army stationed in Datong to defend against the Mongols, most of them were in the south and east to defend against the Han army. Who could have predicted
The Han army would actually cross Jingxingkou on such a snowy night and surprise attack Taiyuan City.
No one could have estimated the courage of Yuan Feng and the perseverance of the Han army. Fu Youde, the admiral of the Zhou army in Shanxi, was no exception. This very senior commander had now become a powerful leader. Even the emperor had to listen to his greetings. For
Fu Youde has no clear judgment on the general trend of the world. He just holds one purpose, that is, you fight your own, as long as it does not hinder me from becoming the king of Shanxi.
This morning, Fu Youde was still immersed in sleep when he heard the noise outside. Having been in the army for many years, he subconsciously wanted to lift the quilt and go out to take a look, but the fifth aunt snorted sweetly: "Master, don't go out, what's the matter?
Just give me a shout out."
Fu Youde thought about it and shouted outside: "What's the fuss about?"
The answer came from outside: "As far as I know, the commander-in-chief, the armory is on fire."
Fu Youde cursed: "I have told you so many times that the weather is dry and things are dry, so be careful with candles. Some bastard is burning firewood in the armory. Find it and chop it up." After saying this, he turned over and went to sleep again.
"Commander, I sent someone to check, but they haven't come back yet."
It had only been a short run from the Marshal's Mansion to the barracks under the city wall. Why hadn't he returned yet? Fu Youde felt something was wrong. He took off his clothes and lay on the window. He looked eastward through the bright tiles and saw a puff of black smoke.
Soaring into the sky, this fire is not small!
The fire burned like this, and the general of the camp did not come to apologize. This was strange. Fu Youde had been guarding Shanxi for many years, and he was still a little wary. He quickly grabbed his clothes and put them on. Wu Yiniang had no choice but to get up, exposing her red bellyband and
With snow-white and smooth skin, while helping the handsome man get dressed, he complained coquettishly to the restless Qiu Ba.
There was a "bang" explosion, maybe the gunpowder magazine exploded, and dust fell all over the room. Now Fu Youde was even more panicked. There was a fire, but no one went to save it. Even the gunpowder magazine was blown up. This is amazing.
He hurriedly put on his boots and rushed out. Outside, a group of soldiers were ready. They pulled up war horses and waited for the commander to mount them, and headed straight for the east city.
Fu Youde lives in the inner city of Taiyuan, which is a city within a city with strong fortresses and tight defenses. All the soldiers stationed there are Fu Youde's soldiers, so the Han army has not yet entered.
After leaving the city gate, a group of people were walking forward on the icy road. When they turned the corner, a group of soldiers came towards them. They looked like their own soldiers in uniform, but the formation was quite strange. They were not lined up in columns, but in a row.
The skirmishers were sparsely lined up and marching in staggered formations.
Fu Youde's guard captain shouted: "Which unit are you from?"
The person on the other side didn't say anything at all, and immediately fell to the ground. Ping Ping Pong Pong opened fire. The street was suddenly covered with white gunpowder smoke and red muzzle flames. A large group of soldiers who were caught off guard were knocked down on the spot.
If it weren't for the guard captain's quick movements, even Fu Youde would have been shot.
After all, the soldiers were well-trained, and they didn't have time to load gunpowder projectiles, so they just drew their swords and charged forward. The enemy on the opposite side also came towards them with their swords drawn out, and the two sides fought together.
Fu Youde got up from the ground and hurriedly retreated to the inner city under the protection of the guards. Until now, he had not realized that the Han army had entered the city. Instead, he thought that his men had rebelled. As soon as the old man entered the city, the city gate burst open.
After closing the door, sirens blared, and the soldiers who were still sleeping hurriedly got up, threw on their clothes and rushed out, going up the city wall to defend themselves against the enemy.
Fu Youde was furious. He climbed up the wall of the inner city and looked towards the place where the encounter had just occurred. The battle was over. There were dozens of corpses lying on the ground. They were all wearing the same uniforms. It was hard to see who was who. There were pools of blood.
It has solidified, which is terrifying.
A burning smell floated over, and he subconsciously looked at his body. There was a burnt black hole on his chest. When he dug in, he found a still-warm projectile. Fu Youde was immediately sweating. He had been playing for a lifetime.
The eagle almost pecked out his eyes.
At this time, the "rebels" had hid at the corner of the street, and a tooth flag poked out, with a Chinese character written on it!
"Commander Fu, surrender. Master Wang has entered Taiyuan City. There is no way out if we resist stubbornly." Fu Youde couldn't help but shuddered as his accent clearly did not come from Shanxi. Could it be that the Han army had really invaded?
At this time, the armory was still burning. The flames turned half of the sky red, and the thick smoke was very scary. The people in the city didn't know what was going on.
…
In the palace of Emperor Shuntian of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Zhang Chengping stayed up all night and fell asleep in a daze in the early morning. In his dream, he saw the faces of his mother, father, Zhang Shicheng and the face of his biological father whom he had never met before. They were intertwined. He couldn't tell who was who.
Who, in short, that vague shadow was his father, who was struggling in pain, when suddenly the sound of a cannon woke him up.
It wasn't the sound of cannons, but the explosion of Fu Jun's gunpowder magazine. Zhang Chengping woke up suddenly. He had not taken off his clothes. At this time, he went out directly and saw a cloud of black smoke to the east. The sleepy little eunuchs also got up and looked suspicious.
looking outside.
Could it be...impossible, no matter how fast the Han army was, they would not be able to break into Taiyuan City on this midwinter night. Maybe it was just a fire. Zhang Chengping shook his head and was about to enter the house when suddenly there was a noise outside the palace gate.
Yang Feng broke through the obstruction of the servants and rushed in. He was disheveled and looked like he had just gotten up. When he saw Zhang Chengping, he shouted: "Your Majesty, it's bad, the Han army has entered the city!"
Zhang Chengping was shocked and then sighed: "Is it going to end so soon?"
"What is the end? The official mm's heroic appearance uploaded. Your Majesty, I will escort you to Mongolia. Let's assemble the army and fight again." Yang Feng said eagerly, and then scolded Yu Feng: "You damn eunuch, why don't you give me up quickly?"
Your Majesty, take the mink fur cloak."
Yufeng stood still, and the emperor also stood still. He just said calmly: "Yang Qing's family, don't be busy. I can't get up anywhere. I'm just waiting here."
Yang Feng stamped his foot: "Why did your Majesty say this? Was he bewitched by some traitor?"
Zhang Chengping said: "I am not your Majesty. I am tired. I no longer want to fight for power and gain."
Seeing his gloomy expression and the people around him standing motionless, Yang Feng became angry and said angrily: "Adou, who can't be helped up, you don't want to be the emperor. There are many people who do. Where is the jade seal?"
Zhang Chengping said: "It's in the Imperial Study Room. If you need it, just take it."
Yang Feng rushed into the imperial study room in a hurry, and soon came out with Ming's bundle in his arms. He ran straight out without even looking at Zhang Chengping.
Zhang Chengping gave a bitter smile and said to Yu Feng: "You can go and see if there is anything valuable you can take."
…
Fu Youde surrendered, and his troops were hundreds of miles away. Water from afar could not quench the thirst of those nearby, and the Han army continued to advance in. Apart from surrender, there was only one way to go: destruction. The wise Marshal Fu finally chose
He wanted to surrender, but asked the Han army to treat his subordinates well. Shanxi was the last ununified area, and the Han army did not want too many killings, so he naturally accepted the conditions. The gate of the inner city opened, and the dejected Fu Jun filed out, throwing away his weapons.
The armor was thrown aside, and soon it piled up into a hill.
The old general Fu Youde was disgraced. Under the leadership of an officer, he came to the leading general of the Han army. Although he surrendered, his pride was still there. Fu Youde simply hugged his fist and said: "Fu Youde, the old and defeated general."
The tall Han general, who looked to be no more than twenty-five or six years old, smiled kindly and replied: "My lord, Liu Yuanfeng, General Fu is so polite."
Fu Youde was shocked. He was so young and so brave. The king of Han led the army to attack Taiyuan on a thousand-mile snowy night. He would not lose this battle unjustly!
At the top of Taiyuan City, the flag representing Emperor Shuntian was lowered, and a big red flag slowly rose. At this time, the clouds dispersed, and a red sun suddenly appeared, spreading golden light. Taiyuan City, which had been gloomy for many days, finally ushered in