With the support of Zhu Zhankun, the prince walked to Mo Wen and sighed softly: "You are bleeding and dying for me, how can I be greedy for life and afraid of death? It's a pity that I am a cripple and cannot fight with the soldiers."
"Your Highness..." Mo Wen looked gloomy. Unfortunately, he still wanted to use the King of Han to pave the way for him to become a famous general, but he didn't know that under the fierce attack of his opponent, he couldn't even hold on for a day!
"General Mo, it's almost dark now." The prince looked at the city where the battle was still raging and frowned, "Why don't you mean to call off the troops yet?"
"The King of Han seems to be fighting day and night to wear us down." Mo Wen grinned and said with a smile: "But his plan is about to fail."
"What?" the prince asked softly.
"The weather has changed. It is likely to rain at night," Mo Wen's smile suddenly disappeared and he said calmly: "No matter how crazy King Han is, he can't go against God..."
"Oh." The prince looked at the sky and breathed a sigh of relief: "Good rain knows its season...".
The banners of the King of Han's army and the Chinese army roared loudly, and the flying sand and rocks hit people's faces until they hurt. The evening sky, which was full of colorful clouds just now, was already covered with dark clouds and the wind was howling.
"The weather is going to change." Wang Bin sighed. A general must know astronomy and geography. Looking at this situation, he knew that it would rain at night. "More rain in this season is a problem..."
"******!" King Han spat, his face gloomier than the sky. He knew that his plan to fight day and night was in vain... Once it rained, the cannons could not fire, the guns could not fire, and the bows could not fire.
Whether you can open it or not is a trivial matter. The key is that you can't light the torch! You can't see anything with the black light, and you're still fighting at night!
On the battlefield, the soldiers of the two armies who were fighting gradually noticed the changes in the weather, and their mentality also underwent subtle changes... On the one hand, seeing the hope of a truce, they naturally mustered up their energy to hold on to this last moment. The other side knew
I will no longer burn the midnight oil and fight at night. I can’t help but look forward to the sound of the golden gong...
"Your Majesty..." Seeing that the army was no longer interested in fighting, and knowing that there was no result today, Wang Bin wanted to persuade the King of Han to withdraw his troops, but he did not dare to attack the gun.
"Ming Jin..." A famous general like the King of Han is naturally not one-sided. In fact, he chose to attack from the beginning, which is absolutely correct - attacking from the direction of the city will be very disadvantageous, and he is most afraid of a stalemate.
Once a stalemate enters, it is bound to be protracted! Only at the beginning, with the overwhelming momentum of Mount Tai, completely defeating the enemy, leaving them no time to show their tenacity, can the city be captured in the shortest time and at the smallest cost!
The golden sound sounded on the battlefield, and the Han army retreated like a tide without hesitation. Looking at the ebbing tide of his own army, Zhu Gaoxu closed his eyes in pain, and smashed the coffee table at hand with a punch. He said in a hateful voice:
"God won't help me!"
"My lord, don't be sad, we will fight again tomorrow." Wang Bin quickly comforted him: "It can't rain every day..."
"One great effort and then another failure..." The King of Han stood up in dismay and left the central military flag.
Wang Bin looked at the gloomy sky and couldn't help but sigh to himself, could it be God's will?
On the top of the city, looking at the Han army that had finally retreated, the prince and others breathed a sigh of relief. The soldiers fell to the ground one by one, breathing heavily. No one spoke, no one thought, everyone looked as if they had just left.
Waking up from a long nightmare...
"It's finally over..." Cheng Zheng, who was still fighting hard after being hit by the arrow, finally had someone take the arrow out of his shoulder blade.
"It's finally over..." Erhei, who was already exhausted, lay directly on the blood-stained city top and fell asleep next to the corpse.
"It's finally over..." Holding his nephew who died in the war, Xu Huaiqing was filled with tears and full of regret. If he hadn't been bragging to his brother, he wouldn't have entrusted his son to him. He originally expected to make this kid prosperous.
At this moment, there is no life left...
"It's finally over..." Wu Wei looked at the dilapidated city wall that had been damaged by cannonballs expressionlessly, and sighed: "It was repaired overnight." The situation on his side was the most special, because the cannons were fired from a ship, and he
There has been no close combat with the enemy here for a day, but the city wall has been beaten into a sieve. The casualties of the soldiers are no less than others, but not a single enemy has been killed... let alone killed, not even a hair on the enemy's body has been touched.
"It's finally over..." After a long time, the prince came back to his senses and said slowly.
"Yes." Mo Wen nodded sternly.
"What's the loss..." the prince asked softly.
"Deaths and injuries..." Although the final losses have not yet been calculated, Mo Wen already had a rough idea. He pondered for a while and whispered: "Nearly 20%..."
"Ah!" Although the prince was mentally prepared, he was still shocked by the huge loss: "That's nearly ten thousand people! This is the first day..."
"Yes." Mo Wen lowered his head and said with tears in his eyes: "From morning to night, there was fierce fighting on every city wall, and the losses were naturally huge."
"If this continues," the prince said worriedly, "how long can we last?"
"It's hard to say," Mo Wen shook his head: "But as the enemy's spirit wears off, our army gradually masters the key to defending the city, and future losses should be reduced."
"Aren't you comforting me?" The prince looked at Mo Wen.
"No." Mo Wen said firmly: "I promise to hold on for more than half a month!" After this most difficult day, he firmly believed that he and his soldiers would grow up!
"What about half a month later?" the prince asked eagerly.
"..." Mo Wen did not answer the prince immediately, but turned his gaze to the north. After a while, he whispered: "I hope the military advisor can create a miracle..."
It turned out that we could only hope for a miracle! Zhu Zhanqi's heart sank to the bottom...
Mo Wen sighed and said softly: "Your Highness, you will never give up until the last moment. Otherwise, even if there is a miracle, you won't be able to wait until the day it happens."
"Yes." The prince exhaled a deep breath, nodded heavily and said, "Don't worry, Gu will definitely not fall!"
Listening to the almost desperate conversation between his father and Mo Wen, Zhu Zhanjun felt a little cold on his face. He stretched out his hand and realized that it was raining.
The rain finally fell, and the rain washed away the blood on the city wall, flowing down the city wall like a bloody waterfall...
It rained heavily late at night, lightning pierced the dark clouds, and thunder roared across the sky and earth. The whole world seemed to be at the end of the world.
Another bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the world in the heavy rain. In an instant, it was clear that there were dozens of people riding in the wind and lightning!
The lightning disappeared and the world returned to darkness, but the dozens of horses were still galloping northward! The horses' hooves turned over, splashing water like swords! Even the wind and rain could not slow down their progress!
These dozens of horses were like ghosts in the rainy night, constantly moving forward! They passed through countless villages and galloped until they reached a dark courtyard before stopping. A warrior wearing a raincoat dismounted from his horse and smashed hard
The courtyard door rang.
"Open the door, open the door!" The wind and rain weakened the voice too much, and after shouting for a while, there was still no response from the yard. Another man in a raincoat stepped forward, kicked off the entire thick door panel with a flying kick.
The man who called the door earlier looked at this scene blankly, smacked his lips, and stepped into the yard.
A bolt of lightning flashed across, illuminating the wooden plaque on the courtyard door, which read 'Cangzhou Station'.
This group of uninvited guests entered the inn and took the sleeping postmaster out of bed. No matter who he was, he would be very angry if he was taken out of bed and thrown into the rainy yard. This postmaster from Cangzhou Post Office
Your Excellency is no exception. However, when he saw a group of vicious guys treating him like this, Master Yi Cheng's anger was washed away by the rain.
Master Yi Cheng knelt down in the rain and asked in a trembling voice: "You kings, just take whatever you want..."
"Hey!" The man who knocked on the door at first took out a waist tag, held it in front of Yi Cheng, and said loudly: "See clearly, we are from Fusi, Beizhen! If there is urgent business coming to Beijing, hurry up and prepare forty for us.
Horse!" After a pause, he said loudly: "There are also vegetarian meals for forty people!"
"There is plenty of food, but not so many horses..." Yi Cheng whispered.
"He's lying!" Someone had already gone to the stables to see it, and immediately exposed it and said, "There are forty or fifty horses here!"
"Those are all from past officials." Yi Cheng quickly explained.
"Tell them that Beizhen Fusi has been requisitioned!" The man who put away his badge said domineeringly: "If you don't accept it, just come to us!" After saying that, the man turned aside and invited the big shot behind him to come into the room and said: "Sir
, please come inside."
The big man nodded and, surrounded by people in raincoats, entered the main hall of the inn...
?p>Cangzhou Station is a large inn, with a large courtyard with seven entrances in front and back, and the main room in the main courtyard is extremely spacious. All these uninvited guests can be crammed in, and it doesn't seem very crowded.
When the postmaster came into the house with the postman and the steamed bun basket, my dear, I almost got blinded!
The whole room is full of shiny bald heads! Even the big man sitting in the front seat has the same bald head...
'No wonder they are vegetarians...' Yi Chengxin said that it turned out to be a group of monks. But he did not dare to be careless, because just now, those adults who did not agree to 'borrowing horses' were beaten to pieces by these fierce monks. They
These ferocious monks not only beat down people, they also beat up court officials wearing official uniforms!
Yi Cheng and others carefully put down the steamed buns, and took out several plates of pickles from the food box. The monks did not care about any precepts, picked up the steamed buns and wolfed them down. This made a majestic-looking middle-aged monk shake his head and sigh: "
Hey, what a shame..."
"Okay, senior brother, it's an emergency. After eating, you still have to hurry." A monk next to him with a kind smile handed him a steamed bun. The middle-aged monk sighed again, took the steamed bun as big as a bowl of vinegar, and took a bite.
half.
"How hungry are you like..." Yi Cheng secretly exclaimed, and said cautiously: "There is still porridge on the pot. It will be ready later and will be delivered to all the masters."
"Thank you." The young master was so unusually kind that he almost moved Yi Cheng to tears.