Dai Shan looked at the noisy scene in the military tent and patted the table vigorously. When they all calmed down and looked at him, he said, "Can you see the difference between the top of Changli City and other cities?"
These Mongolian Tatars can be tribal leaders and are not fools. When the troops were preparing, they had already visited Changli City.
Therefore, when Daishan asked, a leader loudly replied: "Master Beile, other cities don't seem to have the wooden rafts at the head of Changli City."
Daishan nodded, and then explained the functions of the raft to them one by one.
These Tatars came empty-handed, and the siege tools in their hands were only ladders. When Daishan said this, he couldn't help but look at each other.[
Daishan looked at their expressions and felt secretly proud. Then he pretended to be inscrutable and said: "Don't worry, Benbeile has a way to capture the small town of Changli with only a ladder."
With the Mongolian leader looking up and expecting, Daishan explained his method.
First, shields were tied to both ends of the ladder to protect the soldiers climbing the ladder and reduce the damage to them from the battlements at both ends.
Secondly, the ladders should not be placed too scattered. It is best if the ladders can be combined to attack the city.
Both of these methods were actually devised because wooden platoons were placed at the top of the city of Changli, so that the enemy could only attack the siege through the crenellations of the city wall, and the attack firepower was greatly weakened.
After Daishan explained, the leaders of the various Mongolian ministries suddenly understood and expressed to Daishan that they would go back to make preparations, modify the ladders, and select the first batch of siege warriors. After the preparations were completed, they would attack the city from the four directions of southeast, northwest, and in one fell swoop.
Capture this small county town.
Daishan nodded while listening to their plans, and then ordered the meeting to be dismissed.
Just when everyone in the tent was about to leave, someone broke in and stopped them.
When Daishan saw the person coming, he was stunned and said, "Obai, why are you here?"
"Excuse me, Beile, are you going to attack the city?" After Obai stopped the leaders of the Mongolian tribes, he ignored them and asked Dai Shandao directly.
"If you're not attacking a city, are you going hunting?" Isn't this obvious? There's no need to ask.
"Then the attempt to persuade him to surrender failed? Where is the person who persuaded him to surrender?" Oboi asked quickly.
Ah, persuading people to surrender. Since Daishan saw the Mongol army coming, he had long forgotten about persuading people to surrender. Only when Obai mentioned this, did he remember that the matter of persuading people to surrender had not yet come to fruition.
"Why do you ask the person who persuaded him to surrender?" Dai Shan felt that Obai was not very concerned about the success of his surrender, but came to the person who persuaded him to surrender.
"The Great Khan has an order to recover those who persuaded him to surrender, and must protect him carefully and send him back to Yongping." When Oboi mentioned the Great Khan, he was as solemn and respectful as ever.
"Why?" Daishan didn't understand. Isn't it just a Chinese dog?
The leaders of the various Mongolian tribes present did not know about the matter of persuading Changli to surrender. Now seeing that Dai Jin attached so much importance to it, they all started to pay attention and thought that they should not stop fighting. If Changli was persuaded to surrender, they would not have any share of the property in the city.
"This man is proficient in firearms and can make red barbarian cannons." Obai replied.
When Daishan heard this, he realized the importance of the Han dog. He ordered the Mongolian leaders to prepare for the siege first, and then sent his trusted aide Daisong'a to Changli to ask for people.[
Since the Tatar army arrived last night, the city of Changli has been heavily prepared. The number of rural soldiers on duty at night has doubled to prevent the rebels from attacking the city overnight.
Fortunately, something happened overnight. Early the next morning, the Tatar camp started to make a fuss. The people at the top of Changli City thought that the Tatars were about to attack the city, so they entered the first level of combat readiness. After thinking for a long time, they still didn't see the Tatars coming out of camp to attack the city.
The village soldiers all wondered what the new Tatars were up to.
Changli County Magistrate Zuo Yingxuan stood on the arrow tower, looking at the Tatar camp in the distance. Looking at the commotion of the Tatar camp just now, he was afraid that there would be an unprecedented scale siege.
Changli City has been holding on for six days, and the supplies in the city are being consumed rapidly. It was originally a small city, and the living supplies in the city were limited. When the war broke out, the people around him fled to the city one after another. Who could bring as much food as they needed to escape?
With the people around, this has increased the burden on the small town of Changli.
Fortunately, the squires in the city are reasonable and understand the major issues. Now they have donated a lot of money and food to maintain the stability of Changli City.
But Zuo Yingxuan knew that such a life could not last for more than a few days. Ordinary people could still survive by cooking porridge, but the rural soldiers who defended Changli, including the civilians who supported the war, could not just survive by eating porridge.
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Jianlu's siege ability is relatively poor, and according to Zuo Yingxuan's observation, Jianlu has no determination to fight to the death, otherwise Changli may not be able to hold on now.
Now looking at Jianlu's movements outside the city in the past few days, Zuo Yingxuan felt that Jianlu was determined to capture Changli.
Zuo Yingxuan was secretly anxious. The troops outside the city were getting stronger and stronger, and the supplies in the city were getting less and less. When would reinforcements from the court arrive?
That day, the Ming army showed up at night and heard nothing again. Zuo Yingxuan thought about sending people to ask for reinforcements, but there was little hope of breaking through the Jianlu siege and interception.
Moreover, Zuo Yingxuan is not like those rural soldiers. He is in the officialdom and knows more things than them.
Changli is just a small county town, and there are people from the imperial court or relatives of the emperor. In the case of people from the imperial court, whether a large army will be sent to rescue this small town with only ordinary people is a question. After all,
The Tatar army outside the city numbered between 40,000 and 50,000, which was enough to scare most people.
Let's just pretend that there are no reinforcements from the court. We will face the Tatars and hold on for a day. Zuo Yingxuan secretly made up his mind. Then, he tidied up his appearance, got off the archery tower, and began to inspect the situation in the city.
There is a guard on the city defense, Shi Guozhu, who is watching. He was on duty yesterday, but there was no movement from the Jianlu, so he took a short rest in the arrow tower. Just now, the Jianlu made a fuss, so he went to inspect the city defense again. Zuo Yingxuan thought to himself, if one day he can defend Changli
, I must lift him up myself.
Zuo Yingxuan first inspected the situation of the civilians in the city who were supporting the city. They were all in place and staying not far from the city. They only waited for the battle at the city to stop before they could support them.
Then Zuo Yingxuan went to see the porridge soup on several main streets. Although the porridge cooked now is not the kind of thin porridge that can reflect people's shadows, the porridge cannot be inserted into chopsticks without falling over. There is no way.
, food is limited, so we have to use it sparingly.
Zuo Yingxuan was walking to the next soup kitchen when he suddenly heard a child's voice coming from a street corner: "Grandma, I'm hungry."
"Hey, grandma, there's still some porridge here. You can drink it." An old voice came with a hint of weakness.
"No, this is what grandma drinks. Yue'er can't drink it." The childish voice said firmly.
Zuo Yingxuan stopped and listened to the movement on the street corner over there.
"Grandma, I want the porridge over there. There's a lot of it."
"No, there are others who want to drink the porridge over there. The county official said that there is not much food in the city, so each person can only drink so much." The old man was patiently explaining to his granddaughter.[
"But I saw an uncle asking for a lot, grandma..." The little guy called grandma in a long voice.
"Be good, that uncle is going to help your father fight the Tatars outside the city. Only when he is full can he have the strength to do things. Be good. Grandma can't finish the porridge. Can you help her drink it?"
He coaxed his granddaughter kindly.
"No, Yue'er heard grandma's stomach rumbling. My father told Yue'er before that it was because her stomach was hungry for food." The little girl was not so easy to coax and insisted on not drinking grandma's share of porridge.
Zuo Yingxuan heard this, walked over quickly, turned the corner, and saw a row of old and weak people lying under the eaves. An old woman and a girl were eating a bowl of porridge with each other.
He understood that these people were fleeing into Changli, which was overcrowded, so he rested on the street.
Zuo Yingxuan approached quickly, knelt down and asked, "Old man, where is the father of this child?"
When the old woman saw that the person in front of her was the county magistrate, she quickly struggled to get up and pulled the girl to pay homage to the magistrate.
Zuo Yingxuan quickly supported them and said: "Old man, don't be too polite. The Ming Dynasty emphasized respecting the elderly and caring for the young."
Seeing that she could no longer bow, the old woman had no choice but to sit back and said, "The child's father was selected as a village soldier and guarded the city."
Zuo Yingxuan looked at this girl. She had two braids and her delicate little nose was a little red from the cold. She looked about three years old and her big eyes were staring at him.
"Uncle County Master, can you give me some porridge? Grandma and I are both hungry." The little guy suddenly said.