Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Three Night Attack on Hangzhou City
On the northwest border, the Song army camp was dimly lit.
In the big tent, Tong Guan's eyes were sleepy. He was just halfway through his rest when someone called out, saying that an imperial edict had arrived from Bianliang.
Tong Guan did not dare to neglect, and quickly got up to receive the order, but asked him to dispatch three thousand light cavalry to the two Zhejiang roads to quell the rebel Fang La.
After Tong Guan received the order, he smiled and asked his colleagues who came to deliver the order: "Which general is in command of the court this time?"
The eunuch who passed the order didn't know how powerful this eunuch was. He was just fawning but was afraid of not being able to keep up. He quickly laughed and said, "When I get back to Tong Shuai, the officials have appointed Yang Lin, the young prime minister, to go and quell the rebellion."
"Hahaha, Yang Wenyuan?" Tong Guan pinched his beard and said with a smile: "Since Wenyuan is leading the army, I have to choose some capable fighters to help my brother win and triumph."
Tong Guan listened to Yang Lin's words and hid the emperor's edict. After winning the great victory, his prestige in the army was unparalleled.
Moreover, he also adopted the orphans of the soldiers who died in the Western Army, treating them all as adopted sons and providing them with food and clothing. Ten years later, these children grew up and formed a victorious army whose combat effectiveness was awe-inspiring.
Three thousand victorious troops held Taiyuan for ten months, but tens of thousands of Jin troops were unable to defeat them. In the end, the city ran out of food and was defeated.
Tong Guan is now an emerging force in the northwest. Others, such as the Zhong Family Army and the Zhe Family Army, are also happy to see his rise in the northwest. For no other reason than that Tong Guan has someone in the court who can
Get food and salary.
Tong Guan took the roster, carefully selected, and finally chose Xin Xingzong to go.
On the top of the village wall, several men were lazily gathered together, wearing only their armors. One of them, a man in his twenties or thirties, rubbed his hands with a ruffian look on his face and said: "Pick out the gall of a straight-ass thief's summer dog."
If you're not as big as grandpa's eggs, you'll be hiding in the city and not daring to come out. If he's willing to come out and fight with us, he'll have three or five heads to exchange for a lot of money."
He spoke so loudly that he was frothing at the mouth, but his colleagues around him were laughing at him in a low voice: "Po Han Wu, how much gambling debt do you owe? Can San Wu pay back his head? Now he is a summer dog."
Isn’t your head worth as much as it used to be?”
The man called Po Han Wu was probably a little embarrassed after losing the money, so he cursed and said: "We guys, life is so cheap. We go to war every day with our waists and heads, and we risk our lives in exchange for a few rewards."
, it is not as good as the disciples of Bianliang who eat flowers and wine and reward the maids who serve tea. In the next life, I will also work in a wealthy family, and I will be born as a descendant of a young general."
When the other brothers heard this, they couldn't help but burst into laughter again. One of them said in a loud Qin opera voice unique to men in Guanzhong: "Po Han Wu, I'm afraid that your head is too big to get into the belly of that delicate rich lady.
Why don't I become prosperous in the next life and accept you as my adopted son? If you become my son, you won't be the only one in the yamen."
It was obvious that these people had a good relationship, and they were not annoyed by such a joke. Po Hanwu grinned in amusement and cursed: "You bastard, you sound like farts when you say this!"
It was late at night, and when a few soldiers on duty were chatting and having fun, a Song Army general wearing a helmet and a red cloak under the wall raised his head and shouted: "Splash Han Wu, ring the bell."
Gather your troops and drums, we are about to go to war."
Po Hanwu stood up like a carp, clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Isn't this just because someone gave me a pillow when I was dozing off? I was just thinking about killing a few birdmen to pay off my gambling debts, and this deal came up. Xin Xuanshuai, this
Are we going to fight against Xia Gou's army?"
"Who said we are going to fight with Xia Gou? Please beat the drum quickly. Commander Tong has ordered us to go to Jiangnan to quell the chaos."——
When three thousand Qingqi set off, the firelight illuminated the entire suburb of Hangzhou.
Aerial ladders were set up on the city wall, and arrows rained down from the city head. Fang La's Red Scarf Army held their shields high, hunched their bodies, and climbed up the ladder like a string of ants. Behind them, groups of bows and arrows
He tried his best to shoot at the officers and soldiers on the city wall, trying his best to cover their attack on the city.
The fork poles and bumping poles at the top of Hangzhou City showed off their skills. From time to time, a ladder was seen being completely turned over by Song Jun's fork poles, and the Fang troops who were clinging to it screamed and fell to the ground.
Or several soldiers held the bumping pole and rushed together, causing the ladder to collapse. The Red Scarf Army wailed and fell into the deep trench below, like a group of ants being shot down. But the officers and soldiers who showed up were also inevitable.
The people were hit by random arrows and fell to the ground one after another.
Zhizhou Zhao Ting personally supervised the battle at the city tower. He never expected that the newly emerged rebels would drive his Hangzhou city to a dead end in just one month.
All the surrounding prefectures and counties were lost, and countless rebels were like ants emerging from their nests. It seemed that they could never be killed all over the mountains and plains.
Today's attack was particularly fierce. Usually the rebels would have returned to camp after such a long fight, but this time they kept fighting for so long.
Zhao Ting had a vague premonition in his heart, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. The casualties at the top of the city had already reached a very serious level. If the fight continued like this, Hangzhou might not be able to hold on tonight.
In the city of Hangzhou, groups of civilians kept carrying logs and rolling stones to the city tower. These people were moving back and forth. Hangzhou was short of manpower, and no one was specifically directing them.
When the battle on the city was in full swing, a group of civilians quietly approached the city wall. The ground was littered with injured Song soldiers who had no time to treat them. They looked at them without any suspicion.
Until dozens of them took advantage of the chaos and approached the city gate. The defenders under the city gate were leaning on the wall and panting. They had just retreated from the city. When they saw these people, they just thought they were afraid of the arrows of the rebels.
He ran to avoid it, and cursed with an eyebrow: "Get out of here, if you don't move quickly, I will delay the military flight and kill you all."
In the dark of night, these civilians suddenly rose up, punching and kicking the soldiers at the city gate. They took out various weapons from nowhere, and the Song army below saw that something was not going well and hurriedly killed them.
These civilians were no match for the Song soldiers, but they relied on sudden attacks and large numbers of people, and were not afraid of death, so they rushed to the city gate with all their lives.
A Song general stamped his feet and cursed in horror: "Zhi Niang thief, these unruly people are going to sacrifice the city, kill them!"
How could the unarmed civilians with only crude and primitive weapons defeat these armored and powerful Song troops?
Soon people fell down one by one, looking as if they were committing suicide. In the chaos, no one noticed that two Song soldiers retreated quietly and reached the city gate.
There are also Ming followers among the soldiers in Hangzhou. Their plan tonight is to kill dozens of people in front of them and cause chaos below the city, so that the spies in the army can take advantage of the chaos and open the door.
The two soldiers were strong and carefully selected by the Ming Cultists. They had been waiting patiently for ten days for these two men to change defenses at the city gate.