"Commander Zu, send troops! If we don't send troops, Songshan will be finished!"
"Commander, if we don't send troops, it will be too late!"
On top of Daling River City, He Kegang and Zhang Cunren shouted in unison.
Zu Dashou still did not move, staring at the Songshan Army who was in desperate situation as if he was determined. A miracle did not appear, and Shi Dayong failed to surprise him.[
Looking at the Songshan Army who were still fighting to the death, Zu Dashou felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart. Once upon a time, Zu Dashou had such firm courage, but now...
Perhaps as the official becomes more powerful, he must also be getting older. His ambitions are no longer there, and all he has in front of him is fame and fortune.
"well!"
After sighing softly, Zu Dashou raised his left hand with an expression on his face.
He didn't dare to take risks, he was no longer the Zu Dashou he used to be.
An all-too-familiar gesture, He Kegang shook his head helplessly, Zhang Cunren closed his eyes, and more people turned their heads in other directions, they couldn't bear to look at it anymore.
Gao Guanghui, who was eager to leave the city to compete with Jiannu, vented his anger on the wall beside him and hammered it hard. A bright red blood mark was instantly branded on his hand.
I can't feel the pain in my body, but the pain in my heart is bone-piercing.
A bunch of rough guys know how to fight and never use their brains. My father is thinking about the overall situation, and what you are planning in your mind is beyond your comprehension. Idiot!
No matter what time, father and son are connected. Zu Zerun firmly supports his father's decision and will always stand on his father's side.
However, it was still unjustifiable to ignore the friendly forces. After thinking about it, Zu Zerun stepped forward and said to Zu Dashou: "Father, the people on Songshan fought with Jiannu to the last soldier. I thought that my father should go to the court to defend Songshan.
Dayong and his men asked for merit and asked the court to provide compensation to Songshan’s surviving family, so that the people on Songshan would not have to worry about what happened after their death.”
The Songshan Army is definitely doomed. What we have to do now is to deal with the aftermath. How to report to the court requires some thinking. Turning bad things into good things is a must.
Zu Dashou couldn't understand the underlying meaning of his son's words. He nodded slightly and asked Zheng Changchun, the military counselor beside him, to record:
"The battle report of Zu Dashou, the commander-in-chief of the Liaodong forward army, on June 9th: Jianzhou's heavy troops of more than 10,000 men pursued Daling River City. I led my troops to hold on, but the slave soldiers were defeated and retreated. Later, more than 1,000 Songshan grain soldiers were surrounded ten miles away.
, Songshan soldiers resisted with firearms and killed many of them. Later, they ran out of firearms and resumed the battle for a long time before being defeated... I accepted the enemy's information and led my troops to rescue, but Songshan was gone. I was able to coordinate the whole party and led to this defeat. Please ask me.
The imperial court punishes crimes..."
After hearing these few words, all the generals were startled, and then they said sadly, one person had objections.
I know that Zu Dashou is telling lies, but who can say anything? Could it be that he reported the truth to the court and said that the Liaodong Army refused to save them even if they were dead? Or maybe the attacking Tatars numbered only a thousand people, and the number of soldiers in the city was
Tens of thousands of soldiers and horses are huddled in the city, sitting back and watching Songshan's defeat?
I can't help but feel a little sour in my heart, but now that it's over, there's nothing else to say.
Different from the bitterness in the hearts of He Kegang and other main war generals, Han Gongcheng, Han Daxun and other generals from the Zu Dashou family secretly muttered: There are more than a hundred corpses of slaves in front of the Songshan army formation. If those corpses can be removed
Grab it and report it with your head, it can be said to be a great victory!
After writing down every word that the Commander-in-Chief said, Counselor Zheng Changchun checked it carefully again before handing it to Zu Dashou.[
Zu Dashou glanced at it roughly, said nothing, and handed it to Zheng Changchun to go back and formally write the seal, and then reported it to the court after Jian Nu had retreated.
Zheng Changchun cautiously took a few steps back and was about to go down to write the manuscript, but was stopped by Zu Dashou again.
After staring at the remnants of the Songshan Army for a while, Zu Dashou hesitated several times and finally said slowly:
"Since the slaves attacked, our troops have led the troops to flee first, and I haven't heard of anyone taking the lead. In this battle alone, more than a thousand people were taken as captives and more than ten thousand were killed, and hundreds of them were killed. Although they died under the strength of their strength, they are still strong and vigorous to this day.
You guard Shi Mou, who drank Tatar blood and feasted on barbarian meat. He should be regarded as a hero of our Han family!"
Although he succumbed to his strength and died, he is still alive and well!
Zu Dashou sentenced Songshan's army to death and determined Shi Dayong's death. But Songshan was not defeated yet, and Shi Dayong was not dead either!
They still insist on resisting. Although everyone knows that they are dead, they still choose to fight to the end!
They had no other choice. The garrison's dismemberment in front of the formation had already determined that this battle would never end.
I'm afraid the Tatars won't agree to surrender at this time. In that case, let's die more spectacularly!
After Tulai's 160 horse-armed soldiers joined the battle, the battlefield became one-sided. No matter how hard Shi Dayong tried to save the battle, Songshan's defense line was also broken through.
More than two hundred remaining soldiers were tightly compressed into a small circle. Every minute and every second, dozens of knights collided with each other. At that moment, there were no new dead souls.
Although Jiang Wanli's cavalry battalion had the numerical advantage, it was still held back by De Keqin's remaining soldiers. The Mongolian soldiers with red flags divided into another group to rescue them. For a while, they could not save the Wuyong Second Battalion at all.
He no longer knew what he was yelling about, but Shi Dayong was sure that it was definitely not a nice thing to say. It was probably to scold the other party's grandma and greet his mother.
When the battle reached this point, the word "command" was a luxury for Shi Dayong. He no longer had the qualifications to command his men in combat, and only had the instinct to chop left and right.
Or as Li Dashan thought, kill one to get enough money, kill two to earn one.
Shi Dayong couldn't remember how many Tatars he had beheaded. He only knew that his arm was terribly sore, and his body's strength seemed to weaken with every swing of the knife.
After slashing off half of the horse's leg with his sword again, Shi Dayong stood there weakly and panted heavily, with fewer and fewer subordinates around him.
Guo Yi, who was loyal to his duty, led his last two soldiers to firmly protect Shi Dayong's left and right sides. Their bodies were covered with blood and knife wounds.
Zong Ma Zhong was seriously injured. Half of the face of this firearms craftsman from Nanzhen Fusi was almost cut off. Under the sunlight, the bloody right side of his face was very frightening. If you look carefully, you can see that the eye sockets have been cut off.
, the eyeballs were hanging there raw with some pieces of meat.
I don't know whether he was lucky or lucky, but he was still alive after half his face was missing. He probably looked so scary that the Mongolian soldiers didn't dare to approach him at all.
Ma Zhong was like crazy, waving his sword and slashing everywhere. The Tatars were hiding, and so were the Songshan soldiers.[
Shi Dayong's eyes kept watching, and his heart hurt like a knife. He was ready to die. He used his last strength to raise the big knife in his hand, pointed it towards the Tatars who were leaping over, and roared hysterically.
road:
"Brothers, I, Shi Dayong, can't stand you, and I will bring trouble to you! If there is an afterlife, I, Shi Dayong, will be a cow and a horse for you!"
"What's the point of dying if I can die with you!"
Li Dashan, who was also covered in injuries, appeared out of nowhere. There was no despair on his face, but a smile - a smile that feared life and death.
It’s the fourth anniversary of Zongheng. I came here last year, left for a few months this year, and now I’m back. I hope Zongheng will get better and better, and we can also make progress. Let’s win-win.