Before the city was broken, he was anxious, tossing and turning, and couldn't sleep. But now that the enemy had broken through the city and came in, he calmed down.
The morale of the army was exhausted. Zhongmu could no longer defend him. But he couldn't escape even if he wanted to leave. He would never surrender. Then the rest would be a fight to the death.
Kill one to get enough money, kill two and earn one.
The guard general had a ferocious face and used a long sword in his hand. Although he was old, he was very clean. More than twenty people had died under his sword. Of course, he was also covered in glory.
Blood burst out, and several more screams were heard not far away.
Without looking, a familiar voice told him that several more guards had been killed.
"General, the governor's mansion can't be defended any longer. You'd better leave as soon as possible!" The guard closest to him exhorted him while blocking the attack for him.
However, his advice had no effect at all. The guard was already eager and determined to kill.
"My lord, let's go quickly...ah!" A trembling crossbow arrow directly killed the man.
The heavily armored corpse fell to the ground with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Before the guard had time to look at the bodies on the ground, several more people nearby fell to the ground with serious injuries, and they were dying to see them. His heart also shrank at this moment.
"Fire arrows..."
A clear voice came, and the arrows filled the sky and the figure wielding the sword was annihilated.
Zhu Wu came forward.
"General, the east side has been cleared."
"General, our army has taken control of the situation in the city."
"General, the county guard's mansion has been occupied. The young general is searching for the remnants in the city."
Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhu Wu showed a rare smile: "Well done. However, Commander-in-Chief Zhu has an order. Do not disturb the people, do not violate military discipline. If this matter continues to be conveyed, if there are those who disobey, don't blame me for not saying that we have been friends for many years."
After a pause, he said again: "Give me statistics on the results!"
A moment later, the results came out: "Our army killed 270 people, beheaded 1,950 people, and captured 3,500 people."
"Among the prisoners, those who are taller and taller will be beheaded, and those whose swords have blood stains will be beheaded!" Zhu Wu ordered again: "Send this news to Zhu Shuai quickly, let Zhu Shuai know, and we will welcome the army into the city!"
"No!" a messenger responded, and several horses galloped out.
On the second day, under Zhen'an City, one hundred thousand Jin troops packed up their camps and prepared to retreat.
Chen An looked at it with a sneer. "Don't the Jin army want to occupy Zhen'an? Let's show him the majesty of our Northern Xinjiang son!" He glanced at the generals below. At this moment, a wave of sincerity came from his eyes.
The pride in Chen An's heart boiled.
"General, you are brave!" the generals responded in succession.
Wu Boniu's face was so excited that his blood was filled with blood. He felt like his blood was boiling all over.
The third day came quickly. Early in the morning, 50,000 defenders marched out of the city gate.
The sun was shining brightly at this time. Standing on the high wall, you could see dozens of miles around.
In the Jin army camp, you can see countless sergeants gathering and saluting dejectedly, preparing to retreat. The food and grass have been loaded into the trucks, and the equipment has been piled up in the camp, waiting for the final fate of being burned to the ground.
The morale of the Jin army was low. The 400,000-strong army that came out was completely defeated. No one even had the strength to curse Zhu Biao. All they wanted to do at this moment was to return as quickly as possible.
Therefore, when countless red flags lingered and layers of defenders poured out of the city gate, every Jin soldier's face was filled with annoyance and tears.
The defenders were all full of morale. What was particularly frightening was that the phalanx was arranged in an orderly manner. Tens of thousands of people stepped forward, forming a thunderous roar.
A large formation like a torrent advanced forward, while a sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami came out: "Northern Xinjiang will be victorious!"
It shows how high the morale is.
Amid the cheers, 50,000 foot soldiers moved slowly.
The leader of the Jin army, named Huang Bingwen, stood on the watchtower of the camp, looking into the distance with a gloomy face. He was really surprised by the enemy's momentum, and the situation in front of him was really tricky.
"General, the counterattack is very fierce!" Chang Yuan stood beside him, looking into the distance as well, and said. He was Zheng Guoxiong's soldier.
Huang Bingwen turned his head and glanced at him: "Does Mr. Chang have any clever plan to retreat the troops?"
"Zhu Biao won a great victory in Zhongmu, and the city must have known about it. Now they are delaying our army's retreat. It can be said that they are so powerful that they can't be sure to retreat."
"Alas, since we don't have a clever plan to retreat, there is only one battle. Unfortunately, although our army has 100,000 troops, it has no fighting spirit and no fighting spirit. Whether it can withstand 50,000 enemy troops is still in doubt.
." Huang Bingwen said with a gloomy face.
The camp gate opened. Eighty thousand Jin troops gathered into a T-shaped formation.
The battlefield was silent, and Chen An ordered: "Advance the whole army!"
"Advance!" Amidst the officers' orders one after another, only the sound of "wow" was heard, and the spearmen, sword and shield soldiers, and crossbowmen all moved forward in formation!
The marching drum beat, and along with the drum beat, the soldiers standing in awe began to move slowly.
"Forward!" There was a sound of neat footsteps.
When Huang Bingwen saw this, he felt horrified in his heart, but on his face he could only say "Tit for tat" without showing any weakness: "Our army is moving forward!"
With the same decision, the 80,000 Jin army stepped forward. The number of this army was obviously larger than that of Chen An's army, but its morale was much lower than that of Chen An's army. Even the flags in the army's formation seemed so weak.
After stepping forward to a certain distance, suddenly, the two armies shouted almost simultaneously: "Kill!"
For a moment, the flags were fluttering, and the sound of killing was everywhere. The two groups were fighting fiercely, and the two rolling streams of people collided with each other. People kept falling, and people kept filling in.
In ancient times, when the battle was a little larger in scale, the general would not be able to command everything. For example, in the Battle of Zhongmu, the 30,000 Hedong cavalry charged into the battle. Once they were opened, wouldn't Zhu Biao still be unable to take care of everything when the battle array was full?
The command phalanx's advance and retreat are strictly controlled, so it is basically impossible for this to happen.
"It's as fast as the wind, as slow as the forest, as plundering as the fire, as motionless as the mountain, as unpredictable as the clouds, and as moving as the thunder!"
The art of war is wonderful in theory, but it is difficult to achieve in reality. Otherwise, these would not be synonymous with strong military and famous generals.
If we talk about the overall quality of Chen An's troops, maybe they were okay before the formation. But after they started fighting, they couldn't do it. They could only maintain the battle formation in general!
For the generals of the two armies, this was just a diversionary move. Chen An had no intention of fighting the Jin army to the death. He only needed to keep 100,000 Jin troops under Zhen'an City.
After watching for a moment, Chen An's eyes flashed, and his estimate seemed to be wrong. The morale of the Jin army was too low, and they retreated in succession as soon as they engaged in battle. Even if there were 30,000 more troops, there was no effect.
However, our own army also has obvious shortcomings. The Yuanyang Formation is too easy to disperse during the confrontation, and it is difficult for the various small formations to achieve coordinated connection with each other. They often really disperse as soon as they break up.
However, even so, it is still our own troops that have the upper hand.
The Yuanyang Formation is really strong. As long as there is no chaos, two or three small formations attack together. Not even the Jin army can resist it. In the early stage, the Jin army can still resist, but it will not take long before they can only wait to be assassinated one after another.
In just a moment, the corpses of the enemy and ourselves were piled up in staggered piles. Among them, Jin soldiers definitely accounted for the majority.
"The morale of the Jin army is so low, the soldiers have no fighting spirit, and the army has no fighting spirit, there is nothing to worry about!" Seeing that he had defeated his opponent, Chen An laughed. There was no need to waste more soldiers, so he immediately ordered: "Retreat the troops!"
He believed that Huang Bingwen would never dare to retreat again. In this battle, his army had firmly restrained the 100,000 Jin soldiers.
Seeing Chen An withdrawing his troops, Huang Bingwen breathed a sigh of relief almost at the same time. Then he sighed again, waved his hand and said: "Withdraw his troops!"
When the Jin soldiers heard the sound of gold, they immediately shouted: "Retreat! Retreat!" They all wanted to step into the camp.
The two armies retreated slowly, leaving a pile of corpses in the middle. The two armies began to collect the corpses in a tacit understanding. The defenders lost thousands of people in the battle, and the Jin soldiers lost at least five thousand.
In the sixth year of Yuanwu, it was May 13th.
On the eve of Zhu Biao's thirtieth birthday, on the day when the hundreds of thousands of Zhou troops under Zhen'an City were in danger, the palace and bedroom of King Wanzhou Jin.
Suddenly, Jin Wang Jigang sat up suddenly, his eyes widened, and his heart was confused. After a while, he woke up and found that he was still in bed, and he was covered in cold sweat when he touched his body.
But he woke up from a nightmare. In the dream, after Zheng Guoxiong was defeated again by Zhu Biao on the Texas battlefield, not only was his entire army wiped out, but he himself died in a foreign land. Zhu Biao even led hundreds of thousands of cavalry across Yanzhou.
Crossing Xingzhou and heading straight to Wanzhou and Wan'an, the city's periphery was completely impenetrable.
This dream was so real that when he woke up, he still felt very scared.
"Come here, I want to take a bath!" He shouted outside. Ji Gang relaxed his body and lay down flat, his chest heaving violently.
He was the only one on the gorgeous and spacious bed.
He was not a womanizer, and he would not call one or two concubines and maids to sleep with him every day. However, these days, it was almost a nightmare every night, so he simply stopped inviting people to sleep with him.
After all, such a gaffe is not very honorable.
As soon as there was any movement, several maids who were keeping watch hurriedly came to wait on him. After hearing the order, they went to prepare bath water.
After a while, the big steaming wooden barrel was carried into the outside room.
"Your Majesty, the hot water has been prepared." A maid walked to the door of the bedroom and said softly.
"Yes." With a slight snort, Prince Jin walked out barefoot and wearing only his inner clothes.
Several young and beautiful maids gently helped him take off his clothes. King Jin stepped into the huge wooden barrel, slowly closed his eyes in the hot water filled with calming herbs, and sighed comfortably.
"You go down first. I won't let you in, so I'll wait outside."
"No." The little hands gently wiping behind their backs paused, and the maids retreated obediently, closing the door ajar.
Leaning on the edge of the barrel, King Jin closed his eyes and thought about the nightmares of the past few days, all of which were related to the Texas battlefield and Zhu Biao.
"Damn it. I am a noble prince, but I can't sleep at night because of a little thief. Hateful, hateful——"
This was the biggest shame in King Jin's life. Even if Pei Xu was surprised during the last battle of Kaizhou, the loss of face could not compare to this.
But fortunately, no one knows.
The dreams he had for several consecutive nights made him feel uneasy.
Soaking in the hot water, the tense muscles slowly relaxed, but there was always a knot in my heart.
"To respect the destiny of God, we must also perform human affairs. Today, we will go to Sheng'an Temple to burn a stick of incense for the Buddha." King Jin thought this way. Half an hour later, several palace maids knelt or stood and hurriedly dressed him.
After changing clothes, I walked out of the room where I was staying. The sky became slightly brighter.
"Send the meal to the study according to yesterday's dishes. I will have breakfast in front today." Turning around, he gave instructions to the chamberlain who followed him, and King Jin started walking towards the front.
He likes to eat meat, but in the past two days he has eaten mostly light meals.
King Jin did not work in the study, but quietly read the books. Calming down! This was what he mainly did in the past two days.
But God was not so kind. At midnight, a man walked in from outside, wearing casual clothes. He looked very refreshing, but there was a hint of anxiety in his eyebrows.
He stood at the foot of the steps outside the study without saying a word. After a short silence, a chamberlain rushed out of the study.
"Master Xu, come in." The waiter said with a smile.
He cupped his hands towards the other party, and the person pushed open the door and entered.
"I, Xu Jing, have met my lord."
"Sir, he looks hurried, but is he in a hurry?"
Seeing his trusted advisor, King Jin stood up.
"To report to my lord, I have just received an urgent report of the military situation in Dezhou. Under Zhongmu City, Governor Zheng was defeated, and the entire army of 200,000 soldiers and horses was wiped out. Only a few soldiers escaped. The military situation is like a fire, I dare not not report it to my lord for a decision.
"
Prince Jin's face was livid, and in an instant, a violent and murderous intent filled the study.
"Governor Zheng, General Shen Wanshan and others died for their country. The soldiers who escaped are still unknown."
…
Under Zhen'an City, there is the Jin army's camp.
Another day has passed. Zhu Biao's cavalry will probably arrive tomorrow. So the atmosphere in the camp is very low.
The atmosphere in the Chinese military tent was even more depressing.
One can imagine Huang Bingwen's mood at this time. Even the people around him have been cautious in the past two days, for fear of triggering his anger.
Even so, Huang Bingwen still looked livid and scolded him several times.
"Is there any news from Yanzhou?" Huang Bingwen asked, sitting at the head of the throne and looking at the general standing in front of him with his head bowed.
A general came out and said cautiously: "General, there is no news from Yanzhou yet."
"Humph, no news has come? Does he want to give up on us?"
The governor of Yanzhou was a member of the imperial court, and he had always been careful about the Jin vassal and Jin soldiers. Huang Bingwen's expression suddenly turned angry, and he roared.
Yanzhou Governor's Mansion.
Changsun Yue looked at the military newspaper in his hand and remained silent.
An urgent report came from Daizhou. The king of Tang had once again summoned an army of 500,000 from the north and pressed into the east. Goryeo, the clown, could conclude that his death was not far away.
Then by autumn, or maybe even before autumn, Goryeo will be pacified. By then, millions of troops from Beiyu, together with 500,000 Chang Haijun, will attack Yizhou and Daizhou together. How will they be preserved?
He really didn't have the energy or the heart to fight with the rebels in Texas.
Changsun Yue planned to abandon Dezhou and rely on the Changhe natural moat to resist the remnants of the rebel army. He would use all the strength of the state to connect Qingzhou to ensure the stability of the Northeast war situation.
"Sir, the geography of Dezhou is very important. Once Tang Niruo breaks through Dezhou, he will get closer to Xia Ni in the west, and he will advance to Dizhou in the south. After passing Dizhou, he will be close to the territory of the King of Jin."
The person in front of Changsun Yue was not the official of Yanzhou, but his personal staff. What he meant was not that he really meant how important Dezhou was, but that the success or failure of Dezhou would affect the king of Jin.
The King of Jin would never want to see the Tang army kill Dezhou and enter Dizhou. If Yanzhou wanted to abandon Dezhou, it would definitely be hostile and pressured by the King of Jin.
Changsun Yue is not a person without roots. Taking over this enemy will affect the entire family. King Jin is a prince after all, and the emperor's beloved. Even King Jin can write to the emperor and ask the emperor to take action personally...
"It doesn't matter. After all, Dezhou is a frontal battlefield, and our Yanzhou is in the northeastern battlefield." Changsun Yue didn't know whether he really felt that nothing was wrong, or whether he was forcing himself to do it. There was no reason for saying this.
Under Zhen'an City.
In the darkness before dawn, a troop of ten thousand cavalry galloped quickly on the wide road.
Xia Yunzhuo led the army, and Xing Mao led a thousand personal guards as the vanguard, and the army rushed towards Zhen'an City.
"All the troops obey the order and follow me to break through the Jin camp."
Zhongmu's 200,000 Jin soldiers were all wiped out. Neither Xia Yunzhu nor Xing Mao looked at the 100,000 Jin soldiers under Zhen'an City at all.
Almost since the news of the Zhongmu Battle reached Zhen'an two days ago, Huang Bingwen reduced his troops and released the three gates in the south, north and west of Zhen'an. Chen An and Zhu Biao have already made contact. Xia Yunxuan knows that Chen An's 50,000
The soldiers and horses defeated the Jin army of 80,000 soldiers. One can imagine the morale of the Jin army now.
The soldiers and horses came to Zhen'an City and rested for a while. Xia Yunzhuo urged the cavalry to directly attack a camp of the Jin army.
"Kill!" shouted Xing Mao, leaping on his horse and dancing with his ax, and led a thousand guards and cavalry to gallop out. The Jin army's camp was blown to pieces, and a thousand guards' cavalry penetrated like arrows.
A thousand bodyguards with astonishing combat power, led by the fierce general Xing Mao, were like sharp knives, and they entered the camp with overwhelming force.
There is an infantry battalion stationed in the Jin army's military camp, but there are only about 4,000 soldiers left, and the vacancies were all lost in the fighting. It is an outpost camp for the main camp to stand guard.
Of course there were preparations at night, but Xing Mao broke into the camp too quickly. Ten thunderbolt bombs were dropped together, and once they exploded, there was a gap in the camp. Thirty thunderbolts turned the relatively solid camp into a breathable hornet's nest.
.And the defeated generals of the remaining four thousand troops had no support for the camp and no desire to resist.
Only a handful of individuals roared angrily and faced the cavalry's iron hooves, hoping to use their own flesh and blood to buy time for the larger army.
But there are too few such people. Most of the blood flowing from the previous fights has already died.
The swords and guns came down together, and the sharp cold light dazzled people's eyes. In just a moment, the cold light flashed up and down, and they easily chopped off the heads one by one. The spurting and splashing blood dyed the front of the Han army red, absolutely
The force was so unstoppable that wherever it went, the Jin military camps collapsed, like boiling water splashing snow.
With one rush, Xing Mao killed dozens of people in a row. No matter whether the soldiers were under his axe, they were invincible. He was the tip of the sharp knife, the sharpest point of the edge.
The Jin army's camp was pierced like tissue paper by a thousand guardsmen, and the already unstable military morale became even more frightened and broken.
Two thousand Jin soldiers escaped from the military camp and ran frantically towards their central camp as if they had lost their minds. They dropped their weapons and armor, crying and screaming just to run faster.
