Autumn is inevitably coming. The result of the King of Goguryeo's hard waiting is just like this autumn, frustrating and helpless. Holding Gao Shouyuan's head, the King of Goguryeo wanted to cry without tears. The three thousand elites were gone without even a sound.
No, this is completely inconsistent with my original idea. These three thousand people are the elite of Goguryeo's elite army. It can be said that they are the soul of Goguryeo's army. If they are buried here in vain, it may be a crisis for Goguryeo to destroy the country.
In the past few days, King Buyeo looked at the King of Goguryeo in a different way, from contempt to ridicule. However, the King of Goguryeo could only endure it. Who asked him to lose all his money? He was not qualified to participate in the military meeting.
In the mood of participating in the military meeting, the King of Goguryeo huddled in the corner of the camp with only a few remaining people every day and was extremely quiet, because other things had nothing to do with him.
After a whole night of shouting and neighing, the King of Goguryeo knew what was happening, but he did not move. The next morning, the camp was empty. There seemed to be no one except his own people. It was said to be an army of five hundred thousand.
They have already gone to attack Yanmen Pass. This is a decision that has been made long ago. No one called him because he has no soldiers or generals. It is a great honor to not capture him and threaten Goguryeo. This is the nomadic people's capital, and they are like this
Reality.
Xie Baichuan holds a sword in both hands, with a snow-white beard and a fiery red cloak. The old man is particularly energetic. This is a battle that will determine the peace of the Northern Han Dynasty for a hundred years. If this victory is won, there will be no more wars in the Northern Han Dynasty for a hundred years! This battle is defeated, no, this is
The battle can only be won but not defeated! Seeing the black line in the distance getting thicker and wider, Xie Baichuan's blood was already boiling. He had not felt this way for many years. It reminded him of the first time he went to the battlefield.
He looked back at his son. Xie Zichang could not save his left hand and became a disabled person. However, he still stood upright, with the same fiery red cloak as his father flying in the wind. Both his body and appearance were the same as when Xie Baichuan was young.
Very similar. Xie Zichang has grown up, and it can be seen from his face that he is less out of control and more calm.
"Two thousand steps!" the watcher standing on the tower shouted loudly.
Xie Baichuan took a deep breath: "Where is Xie Zichang!"
"The end is here!"
"Prepare artillery fire! Bomb the cavalry first, then the archers, and the infantry last!"
"promise!"
"Where is Shi Manzhu!"
"exist!"
"I order you to lead the Thunder Fire Battalion to guard the city wall. No one is three steps away from you, and no siege equipment can be allowed to get close to the city wall!"
"promise!"
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Xie Zichang named all the remaining captains and captains in one breath, and reiterated each person's mission. The old general knew that the key to winning this battle was not whether Su Ren could stop the Wuhuan and Xianbei coalition forces from escaping.
, but it depends on whether he can withstand the enemy's attack at Yanmen Pass. He has less than 20,000 soldiers and horses in hand, and there are hundreds of thousands of people on the opposite side. If the enemy's morale and spirit cannot be completely worn out, they will never retreat.
.So Su Ren left Xie Zichang and Shi Manzhu at Yanmen Pass.
The battle was more tragic than imagined. In just one hour, the coalition's offensive did not stop. People kept rushing out of the thick military formation and howling towards Yanmen Pass. People kept falling, wailing, screaming or dying.
This is war, a war where you either die or live. It wasn't until the sun was high and the weather became extremely hot that the coalition's offensive slowed down slightly.
Xie Baichuan saw his son yelling loudly and asking the soldiers to pour cold water on the red cannons. After a few buckets of water were poured down, the top of Yanmenguan City was immediately covered by water mist, making it difficult to see the true face. The soldiers were very tired, but
He didn't dare to relax, so he could only lie in the shadow under the city wall, sticking out his tongue and panting like a dog. What Xie Baichuan didn't expect was that Meng Fangtian led a large group of merchants and their servants to climb up with a large water jar.
After entering the city, Xie Baichuan's sense of merchants was greatly improved.
After a rough count, the Chinese military officer reported the casualties and battle losses to Xie Baichuan: "General, our army suffered less than 300 casualties at noon, but their casualties exceeded 10,000. This is a great victory!"
Xie Baichuan shook his head: "How is the material consumption?"
"Use 10%!" The Chinese officer was a little frustrated, but Xie Baichuan suddenly understood something. Su Ren once said that war is not about numbers and courage, but a country's own heritage. Use 10% of supplies in exchange for
Tens of thousands of people were killed and injured, and Xie Baichuan didn't know how to calculate this account.
Patting the mid-level officer on the shoulder, Xie Baichuan said: "Send heavy troops to protect our supplies, especially the most mysterious supplies. There must be no mistakes. The victory or defeat of this battle depends entirely on you."
Xie Zichang limped to his father's side, and Xie Baichuan handed the kettle to his son. The battle just now was too fierce. Xie Zichang, who was very close to the front, was carried away by the air wave fired by the artillery, and the left half of his hair was burned off.
, the skin on his face also showed signs of burns. However, Xie Zichang did not leave his post and remained at the front, which is also the most dangerous place.
"Is it okay?" Looking at his son's almost disfigured face, Xie Baichuan felt a little sad. Although his son was a bit of a bastard at first, he was a handsome and handsome man, but now he is missing a hand and his face is also ruined.
Xie Zichang smiled slightly: "It's okay. Father said that a man is not a man without scars on his body."
Patting his son on the shoulder: "Are you sure you want to stay in the artillery camp? If you don't like it, my father can talk to the general. With your merits, you can become a captain in Chang'an casually."
Xie Zichang shook his head: "The child knows what his father is worried about, but the child likes those artillery pieces. He fell in love with them when he first saw them. The child's left hand is gone, and he will not be able to mount a horse to kill the enemy in the future, so he went like a general.
I asked for this job, so I asked my father to fulfill it." Xie Zichang smiled: "The general said that in future wars, artillery will be the most important thing. Maybe in a few years, the title and official position of the child will be higher than that of the father."
"Hahaha..." Xie Baichuan laughed loudly: "Okay, I will wait for that day as a father!"
The battle in the afternoon was no different from that in the morning. Facing Yanmen's artillery, thunder bombs, arrows and endless defensive equipment, the coalition forces failed to find an ideal and easy way to break through. After losing 10,000 troops again, they could only temporarily
Go back. Because of the presence of artillery, the siege distance has more than doubled than before, which means that you have to charge from a farther place and run a longer distance in the face of the danger of losing your life at any time.
Even under the city, the lethality of thunder and fire bombs is many times greater than that of arrows from high up, and any protection is useless. The overwhelming fragments can always find the gaps in your armor and get into your body.
The most troublesome thing for the coalition forces was not the excessive casualties, but the high number of wounded and the low number of dead. It seemed that they lost 20,000 soldiers and horses in one day's attack. In fact, less than 5,000 died on the spot, and the others were more than 15,000.
People were only injured, but they were also injured in such a way that they lost the ability to move. Some had their arms blown off, some had their legs blown off, some became deaf, and some became blind.
The most miserable and creepy thing in the huge camp is the injured camp. Without a complete medical aid system, the only consequence of being injured on the battlefield is death, but it requires a very long and desperate process before death. No matter what
Neither Wuhuan, Xianbei, nor Fuyu had ever encountered so many injuries that needed to be dealt with. Listening to the miserable roars floating over the camp, no one could help but feel sad and scared.
"What to do? What an idea! If this continues, we will have to retreat without the Han people fighting!" King Buyeo was already going crazy. He didn't want to hear the wails of his own people.
King Xianbei glanced at King Wuhuan and sighed: "The Han people are really cunning. They no longer kill but only kill and wound. They deliberately undermine our morale and morale. It is really abominable."
"Who can't see this? The key is how we deal with it!" King Fuyu sat down and slashed the lamb leg in front of him with his knife.
"How about killing me?" The King of Goguryeo, who had not spoken for several days, spoke slowly, with a faint smile on his face while eating his own mutton, looking very elegant: "If you can't do it,
, my people can do it for you."
"No!" King Wuhuan immediately objected: "These are our tribesmen. They live and die for the sake of the tribe. How can they die under the sword of their own people? I don't agree!"
"Haha, that's right!" The King of Goguryeo quickly apologized: "Then it seems that I am wrong. Please continue, I will never interrupt again."
King Xianbei and King Fuyu looked at each other. The competition in the first battle was very fierce. King Fuyu and King Xianbei almost fought over it. They both thought that Yanmen was a soft persimmon and could be easily removed as soon as the army arrived. But the result was a failure.
King Huan took action and sent out his own troops without saying hello to anyone. Then, King Wu Huan made a joke and kicked the iron plate.
Fifteen thousand people were lying there in such misery. Although King Wuhuan brought the most troops this time, the loss of 20,000 people still hurt their vitality. King Xianbei and King Fuyu seemed to see a slightly different taste.
People understood each other's thoughts after a brief eye contact, and a battle full of gunpowder smoke started in the big tent.
The autumn wind has not yet become desolate, but there is a chilling atmosphere in the coalition camp. In the eyes of these barbarians, there is no difference between any useless person and dead cattle and sheep. Drive out the tribe and leave them alone.
Wandering in the wilderness is the gentlest way to treat the old, weak, sick and disabled. Direct killing is the norm. Only dead people will not compete with them for pasture and the chance of survival.
Although King Wuhuan was unwilling in every possible way, he could only bow his head and remain silent in the face of various threats from King Xianbei and King Fuyu. The loss of these 20,000 people was such a heavy blow to Wuhuan, but he had no choice.
Otherwise, the coalition will be torn apart, or else he will be completely controlled by others. As a king, no one wants to be controlled by others. That is because the matter does not come to his head.
The injured soldiers may have known their fate. They clenched their teeth and endured the pain, but the unconscious ones woke up miraculously. Most of them looked at their king, hoping that their king could say something.
, but King Wuhuan said nothing. Beheading was the fastest and most trouble-free way. The killing filled the camp with blood, and even the sky started to rain. (To be continued)
