"Those who retreat will die! Charge forward! There will be a reward for occupying the whole army of Wuxi!"
"Kill, kill, kill!"
Wuxi, an important town in Changzhou, is experiencing a war.
Arrows were flying and killings were heard everywhere.
There were only a few surviving people in the ruins, hiding in corners and trembling with fear from the shouts of killing.
The two sides have been fighting fiercely for half a month.
After several fierce tug-of-wars, Wuxi was even more dilapidated than when the natural disaster first struck.
There were dead bodies everywhere outside the city, and things were not much better in the city.
The defenders barely defended, and the attackers didn't have much room to spare.
The defenders hid in the ruins, fired bows and arrows, and threw stones to block the enemy's attack.
Several people who looked like officers gathered in a relatively complete room to discuss the battle plan.
"General! Why haven't Jiangning's rescuers come yet?" A young general asked anxiously.
"Yes! It's been half a month, and I'm crawling over here!" Everyone agreed.
The host was a middle-aged man with gray hair. His face was solemn. He looked at the map on the table and pointed at Jiang Ning’s location and said:
"Jiangning is also fighting. The rebels have organized a fleet to attack Jiangning! Now His Majesty has no control over our place!"
The young generals became frustrated one by one.
"Then what should we do? If we keep fighting like this, we really won't be able to hold on anymore!"
"And we don't have much food and grass!"
"Yes! Our soldiers can hardly keep up! I heard that Huzhou has been completely captured by the rebels! If the rebels move north, then we are not surrounded!"
People were panicked for a moment, and the middle-aged general pressed his hands and said in a deep voice:
"Everyone, hold on! Hold on! There are still 10,000 soldiers and horses in Jiangning. They can definitely repel the rebel attack. In less than half a month, we will definitely be able to wait for support!"
"General! We can't hold on for more than half a month!"
"How about...retreat. Evacuate Jinling! There is still some food in Jinling, and there are more than a thousand defenders!"
"That's right! Let's withdraw. With these more than a thousand brothers, are they really going to die here?"
"Yes, yes! More than a thousand of us are all brothers from Jiangnan Camp!"
Daqian set up a Jiangnan camp near Jiangning, with 100,000 elite soldiers stationed there for a long time.
After the natural disaster, there were more than 40,000 people left in the Jiangnan camp.
If these guards can be retained, it is entirely possible for Da Qian to make a comeback.
Of course, these guards have become the focus of some people's attention.
As a result, the remaining 40,000-plus Guardsmen split into two, and now more than 20,000 have died in the war.
"Jinling..."
The middle-aged general was hesitant. Without His Majesty's order, it was a capital crime to withdraw the troops without permission.
"General, withdraw. We really can't hold it anymore. We can regroup when we get to Jinling. If we don't leave, the whole army will be wiped out!"
All the officers and men advise again.
It persisted for half a month and resulted in more than 3,000 casualties.
Morale is low and logistics supplies are seriously insufficient. There is really no way to persist any longer.
"Okay. Retreat! Defeat this wave of rebel attacks, and we'll leave immediately!"
Finally, the general decided to retreat.
All the soldiers immediately became happy.
The young generals dispersed, and the middle-aged general sighed heavily and said: "It would be great if Da Gan is really still here!"
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"Damn it! Xue Wencheng is such a bitch! He can still hold on at this point!"
"Five thousand people can't defeat a thousand people's position, what are you going to do for food!"
"Trash! They're all trash!"
Angry roars came from the attacker's camp.
Just now, another attack was repelled.
The one thousand defenders of Wuxi burst out with extremely strong fighting will, and they were unable to move forward at all.
"General, calm down. The old thief Xue Wencheng is at the end of his battle. They are just struggling in vain!"
"Yes, yes! There must not be much food in the city! Let's attack for two more days to ensure we capture Wuxi!"
All the generals tried to persuade him.
The angry one was a thin man in his forties, who was roaring at everyone with an angry look on his face.
"Hmph! More than two thousand brothers died in the attack on Wuxi! There is Jinling behind! There is also Jurong! There is also Jiangning!"
"How many people are going to die!"
"Qian Guangzhi, this loser, beat Jiang Ning for half a month and turned a sneak attack into a war of attrition!"
Xue Wencheng was the leading general on the defensive side, Qian Guangzhi was the general who led the fleet to attack Jiangning, and the angry one was named Fang Yuanliang.
"General, why don't you tell your Majesty to send us more troops?"
Someone suggested in a low voice.
"What the hell! Your Majesty is leading the main force to attack Yixing, so he has no time to care about us!"
"Besides! If you can't capture even one Wuxi, why are you so embarrassed to increase your troops?"
"Listen to me, I will give you one last day. If you still can't win Wuxi by this time tomorrow, start from yourself, and everyone will commit suicide and apologize!"
Fang Yuanliang became furious, and all the young generals underground looked stern.
"Did you hear what I said!" Fang Yuanliang yelled.
"Got the order!"
All the soldiers clenched their fists decisively to accept the order.
"General! General!"
Just then two messengers came running from a distance.
"What happened!" Fang Yuanliang frowned.
"General! Xue Wencheng has withdrawn!" the ordering soldier ran up to him and said, clasping his fists.
"Withdrawn? Withdrawal!"
"Haha! This old immortal finally got out!"
"Call the entire army to enter Wuxi immediately!"
"Send a message to His Majesty to report victory!"
When Fang Yuanliang heard that the defenders had withdrawn, he immediately turned away from his anger and became happy.
"General, don't you need to explore further?" A young general suggested cautiously.
"Damn Tan, since that old guy Xue Wencheng has decided to leave, he will never drag his feet!"
"Let's go! Go to the city and see what mess the old guy has left for us!"
Fang Yuanliang took the lead and led the generals straight to the ruins of Wuxi.
Although he was well prepared, the dilapidated Wuxi still made Fang Yuanliang frown.
"It took half a month to attack this poor place?"
"Hmph! Waste!"
Fang Yuanliang scolded the general again.
But Wuxi was finally captured, so everyone no longer had to commit suicide. The general just cursed him with a few words...
"General, the victory report has been written, please read it." At this time, a civil servant ran over, holding a letter in his hand.
"Just send it to me! I don't want to read the clumsy things you write!" Fang Yuanliang curled his lips and said.
The civil servant smiled coquettishly, received the letter and ordered it to be sent to Yixing for the emperor.
"Let's straighten things out and see how many strong people there are in Wuxi. I'll take in all the people who can be taken in."
"Check the supplies and take away everything you can. There is no room for people to stay in this place. Let's just make it a stronghold and barracks from now on!"
Fang Yuanliang commanded the soldiers to begin taking stock of Wuxi's people, material resources.
"We are going to chase..."
The young general wanted to make some suggestions, but was interrupted by Fang Yuanliang yelling:
"Fuck you! If the old immortal wants to leave, you will only get ashes if you chase him! He may be almost to Jinling now!"
"Be honest and recharge your batteries! When His Majesty takes Yixing, we will join forces and attack Jinling together!"