The defensive camp carefully arranged by General Pengcheng was still bustling with people, horses neighing, and soldiers coming and going. It was even more lively than before.
However, the colorful Jiangnan Province Guards flags originally erected and hung densely like a forest were torn down and replaced with the Ankang Mountain flag of Fanyang Province and a black ferocious wolf head Chengqing flag.
There was a large pit in the camp with a fire burning tents, flags and dead bodies.
The camp was filled with a terrible smell, and the soldiers walking there did not feel any discomfort. Some were gnawing meat, some were drinking wine from flasks, and more were rummaging around in the scattered camp. From time to time, they dug out a box.
It caused a group of people to rob, fight, push and beat.
More boxes were piled into Chengqing's camp. Just like Ande Zhong in Ankang Mountain, generals from Fan Yangdao were fond of gold, silver and jewelry.
"They have hidden so much gold, silver and grain here." A deputy general laughed, "Is this a gift for us?"
"These cowards always stock up on food and grass when they start a war. It seems that they can win every battle if they have these." Another lieutenant general scorned him and kicked his foot. A pile of big money poured out from a box, and there was also a sign in it that read
Jizhou, he stepped heavily on the sign, "Look, the generals from Jizhou haven't arrived yet, the money has arrived first, but now? The money is still there, but people don't dare to come."
"They don't dare to come, so let's go." Chengqing, who was sitting on the ground wiping his armor, said. He was not interested in verbally teasing his defeated generals. He only liked to use knives and guns to insult those who tried to fight him.
He grabbed a long ax lying nearby and stood up.
Major generals of his level basically don't fight in person until the last moment, but Chengqing always goes into battle in person, in large formations and small battles. As long as he gets the mood, he will charge with his horse and sword, killing more than just his opponents.
If his soldiers are timid and run too slowly, he will still kill them without fail.
Every time when he went into battle, not only the guards were frightened by the news, but also his men and horses were frightened and rushed forward to kill the enemy at the risk of their lives, fearing that those who fell behind would be killed by his axe.
"Sir, Jiangnan Road is not a problem. Please go to the southeast to support the young governor. We will fight our way through here." The lieutenants said in unison.
Chengqing paused for a moment with his long axe, but also felt that the stick was boring, so he fired it and the soldiers and horses dispersed.
"Sir, please take these seizures with you." A lieutenant general suggested, "The young governor has been very unhappy recently because of Qishan and Huainan Road."
Ande Zhong went all the way from western Zhejiang to the southeast. Although there were generals inside to welcome him and there were strong troops outside, the southeast was always defended by Qishan. He also received support from Jiannan Road to stabilize the back road in central Guizhou.
Ande Zhong was very angry that he could not win Southeast.
On the other side of Huainan Road, Mrs. Chu was also making trouble.
"What good is this good-for-nothing Ma Jiang besides being nice and obedient?" Cheng Qing said disdainfully, "The young governor should have his head chopped off. He couldn't even defeat a woman, but he even supported him with three thousand troops."
A lieutenant general said: "I heard that his men sent many rare treasures to the young governor."
"Your Excellency, please also send some captured items to the young governor to make him happy." Another lieutenant general said, pointing at the map, "Now the only checkpoint here is Jiangling Prefecture. When Jiangling Prefecture is captured, Penghu will reach both sides of the Gan River.
There will be no obstruction, and we will meet you in the southeast when the time comes."
Chengqing used a long ax to split open a box, which contained a pile of gold.
"You keep your share of the gold and silver," he said. "I helped the young governor kill Qi Shan. This is what makes the young governor and the great governor really happy."
This also made Chengqing happy, and he laughed heartily in the tent.
Cheng Qing was happy, and the lieutenants were also happy. They exited with some relief. It was very pleasant to watch the noisy and chaotic fighting in the camp, until a group of soldiers and horses came galloping over.
"Did Jiangling Mansion be captured?" asked a deputy general, recognizing him as the soldier in charge of the vanguard.
The leading general got off his horse and knelt on the ground: "There is some trouble over there at Jiangling Mansion."
The lieutenant general frowned: "What trouble is there in Jiangling Mansion? Use three thousand soldiers and horses to run around the city twice, and the city will be broken by itself."
The general raised his head and said: "Not only did we escape, we also attacked the city twice."
The result? The lieutenants all looked at him, and their originally cheerful expressions gradually solidified. The general and the entourage behind him all bore traces of battle, but there was no joy of victory on their faces. Instead, they looked a little embarrassed.
....
The general lowered his head: "We didn't capture it..."
Before he could finish his words, he was kicked to the ground by the deputy general.
"waste!"
"Is Jiangling Mansion built with iron walls?"
The city of Jiangling Prefecture is tall and thick, and since the rebellion is not in its infancy now, all the state capitals are preparing for war, building moats, digging deep trenches, burying horse stakes, and hoarding grain and grass...
But even so, it is not an iron-clad wall.
The outside of Jiangling Mansion is full of traces of the battle. The horse piles were overturned and corpses were piled up in the ditch. Most of these corpses were refugees captured by the rebels and used as death soldiers and human shields. There was a broken ladder burning under the city wall.
, the crackling sound of burning, and along with the fireworks came the groans and cries of the people who were not dead...
"Get closer and collect them, and you will shoot arrows on the city wall." A general said.
This is rare. Usually when the battle is over, everyone is happy when the rebels retreat. The defenders will not stop the opponent from taking away the wounded, but this time it is clear that the wounded will die in front of the rebels as a deterrent.
How brave! They are the ones who do this kind of thing! Who taught Jiangling Mansion to do this? The lieutenant raised his head and looked at the city wall. The high wall was silent, but he could vaguely see the crenellations under the scorching summer sun.
There were densely packed soldiers standing on top.
The soldiers were wearing thick armor, holding crossbows in their hands, with thick sweat streaming down their faces. They were motionless, as if they were unconscious.
But if there are soldiers and horses within their shooting range, the crossbows in their hands will shoot out arrows like rain.
There are still spears standing behind them, and I don't know how many soldiers are preparing for battle.
"Aren't there not many soldiers and horses?" the deputy general asked, why does it seem endless?
"Many soldiers and horses who fled from Pengcheng Camp came here." The general guessed.
Maybe it was the people? But if they were the people, let alone having the courage to defend the city, their aura would not be as steady as that of real soldiers.
The deputy general waved the long sword in his hand: "No matter how many soldiers and horses they have, if they can't be killed in one time, then kill them twice or three times. If they are endless, we will kill them endlessly!"
The general immediately shouted: "Kill!"
“The city of Gangneung is rich!”
"The deserters from Pengcheng Camp brought countless money with them."
“There are beautiful women everywhere in Gangnam Province.”
"Capture this city, and the gold, silver, jewels, and beauties will all be ours."
"Siege the city!"
"kill!"
Behind him, thousands of soldiers will rush towards Jiangling Fucheng like wolves and tigers.
...
...
The sounds of fighting and shouts, the clash of arrows and armor on the city walls, resounded in the air.
Standing in the city guarded by the city wall, it feels like sitting on a small boat in the sea, with the wind and waves surging.
The rebels outside the city also rained down crossbows and arrows, as well as slinging missiles with sharp whistling sounds.
"No more arrows, no more arrows."
"The rebels are coming."
"The crossbowmen stand back, the crossbowmen stand back."
"Rolling Stones Gold Juice!"
The soldiers on the city wall exchanged views to resist the siege. There were people everywhere, their movements were a bit chaotic, and they collided with each other from time to time, but no one looked panicked.
"Carry the wounded soldier, carry the wounded soldier."
Groups of civilians rushed up and carried down the wounded soldiers who had been hit by arrows and stone bullets.
Some of the wounded soldiers were shot in the throat and were still coughing. Some had half of their heads smashed, and they were bleeding profusely. The blood that had not dried on the steps up and down the city wall was once again covered with blood.
The cries and shouts were heartbreaking.
The people standing under the city gate waiting to go into battle turned pale, but there was no fear in their eyes, and their eyes followed the wooden monk standing under the city gate.
Monk Mu stood at the place where all the wounded soldiers would pass by, looking at each wounded soldier and instructing the doctors on how to treat them. If he saw someone who could not be treated, he would recite a few verses from the scriptures and gently touch the injured person's eyes.
The dying man's pain was alleviated by this scripture and the touch, and he closed his eyes calmly.
The injured were treated, the dead were saved, and both life and death were safe. Everyone looked at the bloody scene and listened to the sounds of fighting and screams. They were either sad or angry, but not frightened, and their eyes were calm and firm.
"Defend the city!"
"The rebels have stormed the city wall!"
"Reinforcements, reinforcements."
Hearing this order, the people standing under the city gate wearing armor and holding weapons straightened their backs and took off their armor. They were actually just ordinary people, but so what, in order to survive, everyone can be a warrior.
Monk Mu stood in front of the steps of the city wall, his hands stretched out, and his Qingyi face became distant and blurred in the sunlight.
The sound of chanting rang out in everyone's ears. It was the Buddha blessing the warriors going out for battle.
They lined up and moved forward, either touching Monk Mu's hand or stroking Monk Mu's robes fluttering in the wind. After receiving the strength given by the Buddha, they rushed to the Shura field without any fear.
Magistrate Hu stood at the end of the street, looking at this scene with excitement. Jiangling Mansion would definitely be able to defend it.
Otherwise, how could God send a true Buddha to Jiangling Mansion?