The general let out a roar and fell to his knees on the ground, but the next moment he hurriedly used his knife to prop himself up.
"Make a formation," he shouted, "Make a circle."
In this formation, the cavalry goes first, and they follow behind. You advance and I advance, and you retreat and I advance.
The soldiers formed a formation quickly, and the galloping soldiers and horses behind them had already crossed the ravine, and they finally saw their appearance clearly.
They are indeed Zhou soldiers, well-dressed.
They passed skillfully on both sides of the small circular formation. The crossbows in their hands had been put away and replaced with long knives for melee combat.
The golden soldiers who were in temporary chaos over there also reorganized their formation and raised their sickles.
Men and horses collided, weapons clashed, and the sound of fighting and clashing was loud.
People kept falling, including Jin soldiers and Zhou soldiers, but there was a steady stream of soldiers and horses rushing behind them.
How many reinforcements had arrived? The general standing in the formation looked hard, and it seemed that the entire night behind him was filled with soldiers and horses.
Because they were caught off guard, the Jin soldiers quickly began to flee.
Accompanied by the sound of the horn, the Zhou soldiers who were about to pursue stopped and quickly retreated in formation.
"Where are you brothers from?" the general shouted.
Zhou Bing, who was walking by them, looked over.
"We?" one of the leaders said in a mocking tone, "It's the Fengning Army."
Fengning Army?
The general was no stranger, he was one of the soldiers who disobeyed orders and refused to come to aid and fled.
His expression was a little complicated.
I don't know whether I should blame them for deserting the battle and not having enough reinforcements, or I should be grateful for their coming to the rescue at the critical moment.
"Where is Mr. Tang?" he asked.
Zhou Bing raised his head and pointed forward.
The general looked over and saw that at some point, torches were lit in the darkness in front of him, winding and ending like a long wall built into the night.
Let's not talk about what happened before. It's better to discuss how to fight. Qinghe Bo is still under siege. Since Mr. Tang's troops are willing to come, let's see if we can persuade other soldiers who escaped to help.
The general took a deep breath and strode over there. Several flags were flying in the torches. The flags of the Fengning Army were easily identifiable and indicated the location of the commander.
The general walked straight over, getting closer and closer, but suddenly he stopped and looked at the flags with some disbelief.
As he approached, the people and horses in a row stepped aside to reveal the location of the general behind him.
More flags came into view.
Beyond the familiar flag of the Fengning Army, there was an even bigger flag fluttering.
The black flag blended into the night, so that the bright red characters on it seemed to emerge out of thin air.
Zhu characters banner.
The general subconsciously bent his legs and half-knelt on the ground, looking in disbelief.
Cheng Guogong.
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"What happened?"
Qinghe Bo also walked up to the city wall. The soldiers on the city wall held weapons in their hands and the auxiliary soldiers supported the rolling stone columns, but no golden soldiers came to attack.
Just after dinner and recuperating in the night, a sentinel came to report that the Jin soldiers and horses were moving. Although it was inconvenient to attack the city at night, it was expected that the Jin people would use wheel battles to kill them.
Fighting is death, not fighting is death, there is no choice but to fight.
Everyone rushed to the city, preparing to face the consequences of life or death.
They stood still at the city gate, but they did not see the golden soldiers coming.
The Jin man is treacherous. What conspiracy is he doing? Fire attack? Water attack? Everyone is thinking about various ways to die.
It's not that there is no possibility that anyone would want to survive, for example, the Jin people could withdraw, but this kind of thing is simply impossible, so why bother deceiving yourself and others.
"Listen." Suddenly a general said, breaking the dead silence on the city wall.
Listen? Are the Jin soldiers approaching?
Everyone pricked up their ears and held their breath.
There seemed to be rolling thunder in the sky.
"Is it going to rain?" a soldier murmured.
If it rains, it will really make things worse. Almost everyone is injured now. When the cold rain starts, many people will freeze to death in one night without the help of golden soldiers.
"It's not thunder." The soldier next to him suddenly shouted, not sure whether he was surprised or afraid of the change in tone of his voice, "it's war drums."
War drum?
The war drums and horns of Jin people and Zhou people are different, so it is easy to distinguish them.
The rumbling sound of war drums seemed to come from the horizon, getting louder and closer, and soon resounded like rolling thunder across the night sky.
"It's a war drum!"
"It's our war drum!"
More people shouted loudly.
Uncle Qinghe felt numb all over.
Reinforcements!
Reinforcements have finally arrived!
This news sent the city wall into a frenzy. Some people shouted loudly, some knelt down and cried, and some even blushed and rushed forward with weapons in their hands.
The generals had to scold the soldiers to keep their dignity.
But they themselves were very excited.
"How many reinforcements are there?" Qinghe Bo suddenly asked.
This sentence was like a basin of cold water poured down from the head, the generals suddenly woke up, and their joy turned into deep worry.
Initially, they expected to have 100,000 reinforcements, but after receiving the news, half of them ran away. After delaying for so long, it was obvious that the reinforcements from outside were either unable to fight or had different opinions. Now that they have finally begun to fight, what will be left in the end?
How many troops and horses?
The Jin people have been besieging this place for so long. According to their observation, they have been constantly recruiting and replenishing troops. The current number of soldiers and horses here has exceeded that of the original.
Everyone gradually fell silent, looking nervously and angrily in the direction of the loud drumming. The darkness of night blocked everything, and all they could see was that the horizon seemed to be burning, fiery red.
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The sound of fighting continued all night.
When the morning light jumped out from the sky, it illuminated the city walls filled with people standing as stiff as stone statues.
Qinghebo's originally gray hair became even whiter, and even his beard was white and covered with morning frost.
There was no worry in their eyes anymore, the detective had brought good news an hour ago.
The Jin soldiers retreated.
But no one rushed down the city wall with joy. Everyone was still standing there, standing on the high city wall, looking at the place where the sun rose without blinking, waiting.
Waiting for the first glimpse of these warriors who defeated so many golden soldiers.
As the morning light became brighter and brighter, groups of men and horses finally appeared in sight. These were the vanguard sentry scouts. They were running quickly in the wilderness to scout for the army behind them.
Next came pairs of cavalry, densely packed from all directions, with flags like clouds covering the sky.
Getting closer and closer, it was their familiar flag, familiar armor, familiar marching formation, and familiar comrades.
I don't know which soldier screamed first and threw the spear in his hand into the sky.
The spear jumped up and then fell in an arc towards the city wall.
There were screams one after another on the city wall, long swords, helmets, and even stones. Everyone threw out everything they could throw.
This time Qinghe Bo did not scold the soldiers for their madness, and a smile appeared on his own face.
"Uncle, everyone is here." A general said excitedly.
Although they were still far apart, those flags were very familiar to them.
Those reinforcements who were dispatched, whether they obeyed or reported to have run away, their flags are among them at this moment.
Uncle Qinghe also looked at those flags, and suddenly his eyes filled with tears and he was full of pride.
This northern land, it seems, could also be his.
So that's the end of the purge of Duke Cheng's cronies. He, Zou Jiang, is not concerned about the previous crime of disobeying orders. As for the merits and rewards... well, let's think about it again.
Soldiers should not be too arrogant.
He twirled his beard and thought, with cheers ringing in his ears, and the clouds of soldiers and horses in his sight getting closer and closer, and suddenly he looked startled.
What flag is that?
Qinghe Bo's eyes widened.
The generals around him also saw it, and gradually the soldiers on the city wall also saw it. They stopped cheering and looked at the big flag.
After all, among the colorful flags like clouds, that flag is the largest, tallest and most eye-catching.
The only one who can become the highest and biggest flag is the handsome flag.
The handsome flag follows the owner, and what kind of owner will have what kind of handsome flag. For example, Qinghe Bo's handsome flag with a blue center and black border is calm and elegant, such as Cheng Guogong Zhushan's big flag with red letters on a black background, which is ostentatious and vulgar.
What Qinghebo didn't want to see in his life was this big flag.
But now it happened to appear in sight again, and it was still at this time.
Qinghe Bo's face became as white as his hair.
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The city gate has been opened, and Qinghe Bo stands in front of the gate, looking upright at the man approaching.
The man was riding a horse and had no intention of dismounting.
"Uncle, I haven't seen you look good after a long time." He looked at Uncle Qinghe, a gentle smile appeared on his face, "You can't lead an army as a commander, but you can't stand up to a siege like no one can."
Qinghebo was furious.
If you don't use curse words when swearing, you are talking about shameless people like Cheng Guogong.
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(Come on, vote for me, come on, love me, love me again this month.) (To be continued)