Oops, it's the Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day, uh, I'm a little lazy, so there are a few updates.
It's a rare holiday, my wife and kids are always active, haha.
A word of gossip: After winning the battle, he ordered the withdrawal of troops. This is not a fabrication, but a stupid thing done by Mang Gurtai himself. In this battle of Daling River, this Sanbeile acted impulsively, and the result
Impulse is the devil.
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The hero of the time made Shuzi famous.
Zu Dashou felt a lot of emotion in his heart, and even felt a little sour.
Regardless of Tu Lai's victory, Mang Gurtai forced the two flags, Xiangyang and Xianghong, to withdraw their troops, which inadvertently allowed Shi Dayong to defend Songshan.
Since the Liao Dynasty, there has never been an enemy as powerful as Songshan. Just like the battle of Ningyuan, it also relied on cannons for the city. Never before has the enemy been killed in such a field battle.
The scene of the bloody battle between the Songshan Army and Jiannu just below the city was vivid in his mind. Zu Dashou could clearly see that the guard Shi Dayong was indeed risking his life in the fight.
It's a pity that Beizi, who founded the slaves, ordered the withdrawal of troops for unknown reasons. Otherwise, the battle report sent to the imperial court would have been sent out of the city at this moment, and it would be easy for Jinzhou to handle it.
Now, he had to find another way out. Qiu Hejia was already dissatisfied with himself, and this time he abandoned his direct troops. Who knew how Shi Dayong would add fuel to his jealousy and criticize me for being so handsome?
Shaking his head in various ways, Zu Dashou walked down the city with a lonely expression. Outside the city, the Songshan Army was still there. As the forward commander, Zu Dashou had to go out of the city to express his condolences. At least, he had to explain things clearly to Shi Dayong.
What is the reason for "seeing death without saving"?
Thinking further, we can already see how Qiu Hejia was smiling and went to the court to praise this "great victory".
There were many corpses of Jiannu. At a rough look, there were no less than a hundred corpses. Songshan could only have a thousand soldiers, but to be able to kill the enemy like this could be considered a great victory.
Shi Dayong can't run away with the rank of general.
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Looking up at the sky, the sun is still in the sky, and time passes so slowly.
Did the Tatars really withdraw?
After standing there for a long time, Shi Dayong was convinced that the Eight Banners had withdrawn.
The withdrawal was so inexplicable. If it were him, he would not listen to anyone's orders and would chew through the last bones. Why would he withdraw in a hurry and waste all his previous efforts?
Is this battle a victory or a defeat?
In addition to the corpses of Jiannu, there are the corpses of the Songshan Army. They are piled up and down everywhere, as if it is difficult to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. In some places, five or six corpses are lying in the same place, either with no heads, no hands, or only thighs.
One piece is missing.
His stomach, lungs and intestines were mixed with blood, water and dirt and scattered everywhere.[
A hellish nightmare.
The smell of blood in the air is not unpleasant, and you can even smell a faint smell of grass.
"Sir, the results of the battle have been counted. There are eighty-seven Manchu Tatars and one hundred and forty Mongolian Tatars!" Huang An's voice was full of excitement, and the look in Shi Dayong's eyes was also so excited. The battle between surviving the catastrophe and
The double joy of the battle made him forget about the knife wound on his back.
Full of Tatars? Mongolian Tatars?
Shi Dayong was startled for a moment, and then he understood that it turned out that not all the people fighting today were Manchu ghosts, but there was another Niulu who was Mongolian.
Huang An was ordered to say: "Let someone cut off all the heads. These are the battle achievements of our brothers. After I return, I will personally ask the governor for rewards. I cannot let my brothers' lives and blood be wasted in vain."
"Yes, sir!"
Huang An nodded in agreement and walked forward with Shi Dayong.
After walking a few steps, Shi Dayong turned to him and asked: "How many brothers are left?"
Hearing this, Huang An paused, a look of pain flashed in his eyes, and choked up: "There are still 120 people in Wuzi Camp, less than a hundred people in Yongzi Camp, and President Jiang Qian's side is slightly better, but it is also broken.
One third of the supply camp has been wiped out, and casualties cannot be counted for the time being."
"There are less than four hundred people, right?" Shi Dayong shook his head and sighed. One thousand two hundred people came, but now there are only four hundred people left, a full two-thirds less. This battle was really miserable.
.If Jiannu had not withdrawn inexplicably, Songshan would not even be able to leave any incense.
Seeing that Shi Dayong was sad, Huang An advised: "Sir, don't be too sad. The casualties were a bit high, but we finally won." After a pause, he reported again: "More than a hundred brothers were injured.
They need medical treatment, but at the end of the day, most of these brothers’ injuries are critical, and I’m afraid even if they are cured, they will be disabled from now on.”
Shi Dayong said seriously: "We will discuss the future matters later. You must treat them now, and you must not abandon them. Otherwise, the hearts of the brothers will be cold."
Huang An nodded and said, "I will understand, sir. Don't worry."
Two-thirds of the soldiers were lost in the first battle, and his own life was almost lost, which made Shi Dayong very frustrated. Along the way, there were the corpses of soldiers who had been with him day and night, and the screams of the injured soldiers, and he felt a sense of self-blame.
in his mind.
Seeing that he was in a low mood, Huang An hesitated for a moment and then said, "Sir, there are more than a dozen brothers who may be dying. Would you like to go over and have a look?"
"Of course, I will give them a ride no matter what."
As Huang An went to see his brother who was about to die, he saw Shao Wu and Li Dashan on the way. They were checking the corpses one by one to see if they were still breathing. If they found any, they would take them out immediately. Of course, if they found Tatars, they would not hesitate.
Then he cut his neck, whether he was dead or alive.
Ma Zhong was seriously injured, half of his face was almost cut off, but he was still alive, but he couldn't hold on anymore. Guo Yi, who had saved his life, was bandaging him, crying while bandaging.
The cavalry battalion sent some people to search for the young people who had run away. For a while, they couldn't find them all. They could only find them one by one. Fortunately, these young people were not stupid.
They were all running towards Jinzhou, but they were expected to be unable to escape. There were also some people who were searching for Jiannu's war horses and weapons.
Shi Dayong couldn't decide how to deal with those deserters and civilians. At this moment, he was so confused that he just wanted to send the dying soldiers off for the last time, and put aside all other things.[
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Most of the casualties were caused by the impact of the Tatar cavalry. Apart from those who were directly hit, trampled, or hacked to death, nearly three hundred soldiers were directly shot to death by Tatar bows and arrows, and there were also many injured.
Arrow wounds are easy to treat, but those with broken legs and hands can only resign themselves to fate and do their best.
More than a dozen soldiers who were about to die were seriously injured and miserable.
An eighteen or nineteen-year-old Changping soldier was cut off at the waist by Ma Jiannu. The upper half of his body was tightly held by his companions. His young face had a trace of blood. His eyes were blankly looking at the south, perhaps thinking of his parents who were far away in the pass.
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There was a familiar figure to Shi Dayong. He knew that it was Lao Zhou from Mipu, Changping. He only had a baby son when he was over thirty years old. Now, Lao Zhou's breathing was getting weaker and weaker, and the look in his eyes seemed to be a little too late.
Share resentment.
His nose felt sour and his eyes slowly lowered. Shi Dayong did not dare to look at Lao Zhou. He knew that Lao Zhou hated him because it was him who made Lao Zhou never see his four-year-old son again.
His vision became increasingly blurry, and in a daze, Lao Zhou seemed to see himself teasing his son with a polang drum, and the cry of "Dad" was so clear and cute.
After exhaling his last breath, Lao Zhou's head drooped, feeling so unwilling and in pain.
Old Zhou died in front of his own eyes, and Shi Dayong was in agony. The six hundred Changping soldiers were recruited by him personally, and they were all his fellow villagers. The death of any one of them made Shi Dayong painful and sad, and he became more and more conscious.
Take responsibility.
He promised these fellow villagers that they would live, but now, they are dying.
"Brothers, I, Shi Dayong, can't stand you, I can't stand you!..."
Tears fell from his eyes again, and the man's cries were heartbreaking.
"Dong dong dong" No matter how many times he kowtowed, Shi Dayong never raised his head. He had no face to see these soldiers, let alone their parents, wives and children.