Half a minute later, along with several thunderclaps, a "boom, boom, boom" sound of burning came from behind Li Jiang. Another ten seconds later, a heat wave hit his back, blowing Li Jiang's clothes.
The commander of the local army, Aya, had a tall nose and deep eyes. He was a Semu man from the Western Regions and called himself Sogdian.
He didn't have the demeanor of a true man like Li Jiang who never looked back at the explosion. He turned around on horseback and looked back, with deep reluctance in his two gray-blue eyes.
Ten minutes later, Yaya said in a low voice: "Commander, the business has been burned down and we can go on the road."
Li Jiang nodded and urged the horse to walk slowly.
After Ya Ya caught up, he tilted his head and said, "Xiao Ya, don't you understand what I'm doing?"
Yaya deliberately reined in his horse and fell a head behind Li Jiang. When he heard Li Jiang's question, he lowered his head and said: "Commander, we worked hard to build the camp. It only took less than half a year, and then..."
Li Jiang chuckled and brought up another topic without explaining, "Xiaoya, you speak Chinese very well! I wonder if your Chinese teacher taught you the two idioms of burning the boat and fighting to the bitter end?"
Yaya was stunned, his face was confused, and he opened his eyes wide and said: "Commander, Xiao Ke has never heard of it."
"Haha, what's so trivial? You should call yourself a junior general or a lowly officer. If you don't understand, just ask your teacher!" Li Jiang laughed loudly, whipped his horse, and sped up to catch up with the large army.
Yaya stared at Li Jiang's back, his face turned from confusion to excitement, his eyes were full of admiration, and he murmured: "The commander is the commander, just like the eagle flying in the sky, every word makes the little... general Gaoshan
...that one should look up and stop.”
He beat the horse vigorously and chased the mountain in his heart.
The army did not move quickly, and it took most of a day for Li Jiang to approach Shizhou.
To his surprise, the Ming army did not advance into the city. Messengers from the former army came to report that they were still besieging the city.
Li Jiang was extremely surprised and walked through the layers of Ming troops to find Fan Yao.
Two miles away from the city wall, he heard huge shouts of killing and the sound of drums beating in his ears.
After finally passing through the crowd, what Li Jiang saw was a brutal siege battle. The Ming army was like ants carrying ladders to attack the city.
There were densely packed Yuan soldiers on the city, shooting arrows, throwing stones, and pouring hot liquid.
Countless Ming soldiers screamed and fell down the long ladder.
Even if the brave Ming army rushed to the city, there was no sound after a while.
Li Jiang was so anxious that he stretched out his hand to pull over a man who was riding a horse and asked loudly: "Where is General Fan?"
The messenger was furious, and when he was about to get angry, he saw clearly the person carrying him. He clasped his fists in mid-air and said, "Commander, General Fan is commanding from the platform on the left front."
"Well, you go and do your work." Li Jiang threw him to the ground and quickly disappeared from his eyes.
The ordering soldier looked around and couldn't laugh or cry. He was picked up by the commander on his horse. Now the horses were gone. He sighed, thinking that the military situation was urgent and he could only run to convey the order.
Not to mention Xiao Bing's resentment, Li Jiang quickly found the temporary earth platform erected by Fan Yao.
When the horse approached at high speed, Li Jiang suddenly stood up, stepped on the saddle lightly, jumped into the air, and with a light turn, he climbed onto the ten-meter high platform.
When all the soldiers and generals in the audience saw this dashing figure in the sky, they all exclaimed "Wow!"
Fan Yao was paying close attention to the battle at the top of the city. He had no idea that Li Jiang was pretending to be an idiot. He didn't react until he felt a figure floating in the air.
Li Jiang did not wear armor like the senior generals in the army, but wore a moon-white robe, so he was easy to recognize, so Fan Yao put down his guard.
"Old Fan, the war is not going well?" Li Jiang asked immediately after landing.
No wonder he was surprised, this was seriously inconsistent with the plan he and Fan Yao made. Originally, they planned to capture Shizhou in half a day, but now it was almost dark and they were still in the middle of a fierce battle.
Fan Yao said with a solemn expression: "Te Niang's Yuan soldiers have simply lost the face of the grassland people. They did not dare to go out of the city to fight in the field. Instead, they learned the Han people's method of defending the city and huddled inside to defend. They could not attack in a moment."
"What can you do?" Li Jiang's military knowledge came from books, and now he still has to respect the opinions of front-line generals.
"Dig tunnels or bury gunpowder."
"Haven't you tried using kerosene arrows?"
"The Yuan army will defend the city and prepare sand and soil, but it won't have much effect."
"Is this true everywhere?"
"Both."
Li Jiang pinched his chin and began to think deeply. He besieged all sides instead of three buildings because he considered that the New Army wanted a big victory in the first siege to boost morale. It must be completely annihilated rather than defeated. Moreover, the defenders in the city were not strong enough.
There are many, the Ming army is almost a hundred times their number, there is no need to let them escape.
After thinking for a moment, Li Jiang said: "Old Fan, digging tunnels won't work. It goes against our plan to quickly recover Shanxi, and it will also damage morale. Let me give it a try. You can see the right moment and use it randomly.
The army will follow."
"How are you going to try?" Fan Yao asked confused.
Li Jiang turned towards the city head and said something that Fan Yao didn't understand without looking back, "Old Fan, this is a world of martial arts, and we must use martial arts methods to achieve our goals."
As soon as he finished speaking, under the confused eyes of everyone on the high platform, he shouted and stamped his foot on the ground.
Everyone felt the ground shaking, and when they finally stood still, they saw another white afterimage shooting towards the wall like an arrow.
That's dozens of feet! Everyone on the high platform, including Fan Yao, had their mouths wide open, staring intently at the white track.
The commander of the Yuan soldiers on the city tower also discovered Li Jiang, shouting "jili gua la", and instantly a canopy of arrows flew out.
Li Jiang, who was in the air, had already spread his true energy all over his body. He waved his two swords in his hands and danced in front of him into a ball of bright light.
Regardless of whether the arrows came from the front or broke through the range of the double swords, they were all deflected and reflected back at a faster speed under the influence of Li Jiang Qiankun Dafa.
The people on the top of the city were stunned, and then there were screams and wails. Anyone who had shot an arrow had his throat blocked by the arrow he shot.
The Yuan Bing general escaped unscathed. He only spoke but did not take action. He watched helplessly as the white shadow broke through the arrow net and rushed towards him.
Li Jiang flew to the sky above the city tower, raised his long sword high, and shouted: "Open it!"
A white bolt that must have been no more than forty meters was thrown from top to bottom, with a loud "bang" sound, and the entire tower was split into two halves.
The commander of the Yuan soldiers, who had his mouth wide open, had no time to shout: "Come on, your name will be given to you," before he was wrapped up and reduced to a pulp.
In this big move, Li Jiang output more than 20,000 points of true energy. Under the amplification of Qiankun Dafa, it was no different than a super scumbag, and the entire city was emptied.
Li Jiang mustered up the remaining thousands of points of his true energy, and without even a moment's pause, he used the Yuanyang sword technique to jump off the top of the city, turned back and charged into the city gate.
The Yuan soldiers and Ming soldiers inside and outside the city fell into a strange silence at this time. They all saw the god-like figure.
There are devout people on both sides, one kneeling at the top of the city and the other kneeling at the bottom of the city.
(Thanks to book friend "yayaya" for the friendly guest appearance!)