"De Mou, let the public attack the city. As long as the door is opened, it will be much easier for us. Although we don't know when the guys on the opposite side will be able to see our plan, we can't waste any more time. I feel a sense of dissatisfaction in my heart.
Good feeling.”
Although there were some minor flaws in the initial action, which allowed the opponent to have more time to react, the opponent's good luck ended here. Although the solid city gate of the revolving door closed, even Sun Jian had nothing to do with it.
A good idea, but the remaining soldiers guarding the city were obviously no match for Sun Jian's elite army.
It's just that the generals who stayed behind seemed to be in trouble. Although the situation was not favorable to them, they still held on tenaciously until now without showing the slightest sign of collapse.
This is obviously not a good sign for Sun Jianjun.
What Sun Jian's army lacks most now is not manpower and material resources, but time. Similarly, what the defenders of Xuanmen Pass are fighting for is time, because from Sun Jian's army's camp to Xuanmen Pass, with the excellent horses of the Xiliang army, they can get back within an hour.
Have the energy to launch an attack.
Therefore, Sun Jian could not delay any longer. In order to control the Xuanmen Pass as soon as possible, he must use thunder to wipe out the tenacious defenders in the Xuanmen Pass. Although doing so would inevitably bring greater casualties, it would not be the same as the strategic advantage gained.
It's worth comparing.
Huang Gai's entry into the city was a signal. At the same time, his iron whip was more advantageous in small-scale battles at the top of the city. With Huang Gai's participation, even if he could not eliminate the defenders in a short time, he could at least break through to the city.
As long as the city gate can be opened, the subsequent battle will be a matter of course - at least it will be much smaller than the loss of climbing the city.
"General, if this continues, we may not be able to withstand it for much longer. If we don't retreat, we will have to fight to the death."
The eyes of Zhao Cen and his personal guards were blood red at this time, not only because their bodies and armors were stained red with blood, not only because their eyes had become red due to the killing, but also because of the things in front of them.
The stalemate and the enemy's constant influx of fresh combat power made the responsible defenders' anxious eyes bloodshot.
Zhao Cen was originally just an ordinary member of the Xiliang Army. He had no glorious experience or dazzling achievements. He just followed Dong Zhuo step by step and survived from a small soldier to the present. His qualifications are very mediocre.
He is not a hero with great ambitions to do something big. For him, he already has a gentle mother-in-law and two tough-headed sons at home, so he doesn't have much to pursue in his life.
No, perhaps it cannot be said that there is no pursuit at all.
He admired Dong Zhuo and the general who charged on the front line in every battle. Looking at that man's figure, even an ordinary person like him who had no ideals and drifted with the crowd couldn't help but get excited and move forward bravely, regardless of life or death.
It must be a very meaningful thing to use your own meager strength to help that person realize his dream.
Zhao Cen often thinks like this.
It's just that his power is too meager, and countless young people with inferior qualifications have climbed on top of him. If he hadn't followed Dong Zhuo for so long that many old people still have an impression of him, I'm afraid he
At most, he is nothing more than an uncle now, instead of standing on top of this city gate as the commander-in-chief of an army as he is now.
But even like this, he still has his own dreams and pursuits. Even if those dreams and pursuits are attached to other people's dreams and pursuits, he is still willing to fight for that person and for that person's dreams and pursuits.
ah!
As a result, the anxious expression under the originally red eyes gradually became calm and firm.
Looking outside the gate, he saw the vague commotion of troop movements below the city gate and the dense enemy soldiers gathered in front of the city gate. Looking to the side, he saw people anxiously waiting for him to make a decision.
Decided soldier.
They had just organized a small counterattack and pushed back Sun Jian's army on the city wall a lot, so now they had a little breathing time, which is why the soldier asked him whether he wanted to die or retreat.
"Everyone, I, Zhao Cen, know that I am not a powerful person. I also know that behind my back you often say that I am an 'old guy occupying a seat.' It doesn't matter, it's nothing. Anyway, I'm just afraid of this old bone."
He won’t live long. It’s just that those guys from Guandong outside Guan don’t want us Xiliang people to live a good life.
Son, they don’t want our brothers, wives and children to have a bright future. They want us Xiliang people to live forever in the sky of yellow sand. You think it is more unfair than the guy who eats vegetarian food with my corpse. Dong Gong took
We Xiliang people have guarded the frontier for so many years for the Han people, why can’t we live a good life for two days?”
Looking at the angry eyes around him, Zhao Cen smiled, feeling relieved, happy, and... relieved.
"Very good, there are no cowards among us Xiliang people. So now, in order to prevent the bandits from Guandong from crossing this city gate, I need a group of warriors, a group of warriors who are willing to sacrifice for others. Time is running out, and those who are willing
Follow me, people.”
After saying that, Zhao Cen did not make any more unnecessary moves and turned around to leave. There was silence behind him at first, and then people kept coming out of the crowd and followed Zhao Cen under the gaze of everyone.
They walked on the bloody water, and every step was so dazzling and heavy. Their backs were so resolute in the mountains and blood. They were the backs of men, and they were the backs of real warriors when they bloomed with the brilliance of their lives.
.
So gorgeous, yet so quiet and beautiful. This is the ultimate beauty brought about by life and death.
More and more people are following him. If Guancheng didn't need people to keep an eye on him, I'm afraid everyone would follow him in the end.
Hundreds of people, Zhao Cen did not count the exact number, but each person's face was filled with perseverance and determination, and... a smile. Facing the impending death, they did not have a trace of fear or nostalgia.
Some just laugh, because they know what they are doing and why. For the sake of honor and family, it doesn't matter if they die, because it is a meaningful thing.
Dong Zhuo, maybe you can think of him as a careerist, a thug, and one of the most traitorous officials throughout history, but his ambition and his actions are obviously not only a reflection of his own heart;
It was mixed with the unwillingness and angry outbursts of countless Xiliang people. So when they fell into trouble, their tough character developed by living in the frontier for a long time began to grow. They wanted to resist and rise up, not only because
A certain leader is more so because of themselves.
What the Kwantung princes have to face is not ordinary rebels, but a group of military groups with their own beliefs and ideals.
Zhao Cen had an ordinary life, and the battle at Xuanmenguan was probably his most dazzling one, just like that beautiful night-blooming cereus.
In the stunned expressions of Sun Jianjun, including Sun Jian, the revolving door slowly opened, but before the ecstatic Sun Jian could give the order to rush straight to the city gate, the sound of huge horse hooves was clearly transmitted through the city gate to the battlefield.
every corner of.
That was a desperate attack by Zhao Cen and hundreds of Xiliang soldiers. They were using their bodies to build a ladder to the future for the living.
Faced with such a sudden and desperate attack, Sun Jianjun, who had been lax under the city wall, was immediately driven into the hell of death by the fantasy of easily getting credit. Although the distance from behind the city gate to the front of the city gate was less than twenty meters.
, but the Xiliang soldiers who were already familiar with mounted combat accelerated their horses to the speed most suitable for combat, and then rushed out without hesitation.
The city gate slowly closed behind them. One of Zhao Cen's personal guards who was responsible for directing all this was still hearing in his ears the words Zhao Cen had ordered him before the attack:
"I closed the city gate immediately after I left. Don't worry about my life or death. Even if the enemy holds my body, they can't open the door. Remember, the only way for the enemy to get to this level is from all of us.
Step over the dead body!"
The guard cried. He cried as he watched his general leave the city gate and embark on the road of no return, but there was nothing he could do.
He hated his own incompetence, and he hated the group of bandits who wanted to deprive them of better living conditions. The only thing he could do was to pick up the weapon again, and with tears mixed with blood, crazily attack those who continued to rush to the city gate.
Sun Jianjun's soldiers rushed towards him.
After closing the city gate, Zhao Cen, an ordinary general, told the cavalry around him and the defenders behind him in this way, I am already burning my life, what about you? This is the belief of a true soldier: As long as I can do it
I will definitely do it when I get it, even if it means giving 100% effort for a ten thousandth chance.
The almost crazy attack by Zhao Cen and his cavalry almost completely disrupted Sun Jian's army. Their attack had no purpose at all, or in other words, their only purpose was to confuse their opponents and create more opportunities for their own reinforcements to come back.
time.
Although the number of casualties caused by the cavalry fighting separately is not high, and without the speed advantage and unable to kill the enemy in an instant, the cavalry has lost its greatest threat, but the cavalry in twos and threes still uses their faith and life to defeat the enemy.
A small group of well-trained infantry fell into chaos.
Some people think that miracles are things like the concentration of constants that produce unexplainable variables, thereby promoting some impossible results. They belong to "luck" and "causality", but they are never dependent on human will, and they are never dependent on human will.
It is not something that any human being can create in this world.
However, the reason why miracles are called miracles and not simply called luck or causation is precisely because compared to luck or causation, miracles are precisely the accumulation of what is originally achieved through continuous human efforts, and are classified in probability theory.
It is an impossible event, but due to the involvement of luck, the pointer of fate stops at that impossible probability.
Therefore, under the desperate assault of the cavalry led by Zhao Cen, under the desperate resistance of the soldiers at the city gate, even with Cheng Pu holding up Zhao Cen's head and shouting in victory with the soldiers behind him "Those who surrender will not be killed", the five thousand defenders
The spirit of the army was not broken. Not only that, they were even like the legendary berserker, regardless of defense, pain, or life and death. They only served one purpose - to block the enemy from the city gates.
God obviously favors the strong who fight for their beliefs. A miracle happened on such a holy war-like battlefield. Sun Jian's army, which had an absolute advantage, not only plunged the troops under Chengguan into chaos, but the attack at Chengguan was also severely frustrated.
We had to stay and rest around several small strongholds.
The battle seemed to have temporarily entered a brief stalemate.
PS: The situation is still bad, but I can finally code out a chapter.
