The first thousand three hundred and eighty-seven chapters are tragic
Li Shimin, who was not far from Wang Junlin, saw that the Far Eastern Army's thousand cavalry were at a standstill with the same number of Turkic cavalry. Although his face was solemn, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, thinking that the Far Eastern Army was not invincible, it was just the infantry.
The battle formation is indeed powerful against cavalry, but it also has limitations. If you fall out with Wang Junlin in the future and lead an army to fight against the Far Eastern Army, it is not certain who will win and who will lose!
Li Shimin was eager to try and wanted to increase his troops to help Luo Shixin. But he turned his head towards Wang Junlin, and Wang Junlin seemed to have guessed what he wanted to say. He shook his head slightly and whispered: "Luo Shixin, although it was difficult for him for a while."
You can win against the Turks, but you will never lose to the Turks, and generally speaking, the Turks are at a disadvantage."
When Li Shimin heard this and looked around, he couldn't help but secretly screamed in shame. It turned out that unknowingly, the Turkic troops behind who had not participated in the battle advanced dozens of steps forward. Looking at the expressions and behavior of the Turks from a distance, they were all horrified and frightened.
This was obviously caused by the long battle between these thousand Turkic cavalry.
The Turks were far more frightened than the Sui army. Only then did Li Shimin realize that these thousand Turkic cavalry were probably the legendary Golden Wolf Guards of the Turkic Royal Court.
Nowadays, the Turks are actually a little bit impatient, but they are afraid that the main force of the Sui army has not moved, and they are not willing to put their troops into battle easily.
Wang Junlin also understood in his heart that this kind of hand-to-hand battle is about physical strength and willpower. Whichever side supports until the end and has fresh troops to join the battle, which side will be the final winner. If they rush to put the main force into the battle, it is normal.
Under such circumstances, the Turkic army will definitely win in the end, but with Nie Xiaoyu's presence now, it is naturally an abnormal situation.
Therefore, Wang Junlin was very calm, picked up the telescope and continued to watch the specific battle.
Luo Shixin's uniform was stained with blood. He held a horse in his left hand and a sword in his right hand. He was rushing back and forth among the rebels, but he did not show any signs of fatigue. He specifically targeted the leaders of the Turkic cavalry and killed seven of them.
The eight Turkic leaders caused a lot of trouble to the command of the thousand Turkic cavalry.
This battle lasted for more than two hours from the beginning of the Shen Dynasty to the beginning of the Xu Dynasty.
The sight made the lips and tongues of both sides go dry. Everyone on the Sui Army side saw Wang Junlin as motionless as a wooden sculpture, so they had no choice but to endure it.
The Turkic army had always wanted to go to war, but was suppressed by Shibi Khan and did not act rashly.
Both sides refused to show weakness and refused to withdraw their troops first, so it was not until dark that both sides had to stop fighting. Each side grabbed the wounded soldiers and their dead comrades and retreated.
Wang Junlin led the army back to the camp forty miles away.
Although both sides did not invest many troops in this day's battle, the fighting was so fierce that many soldiers had never seen it before. In a half-day bloody battle, Luo Shixin's men suffered casualties of more than 300 people, and the Turks suffered almost 400 losses.
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Except for Luo Shixin who knew Wang Junlin's deep meaning, everyone else in the Sui army was full of doubts as to what Wang Junlin meant by his actions today.
On the Turks' side, Shibi Khan's strange behavior left the Turks confused even more, but there was nothing unjustifiable about the whole process today.
After Wang Junlin led the army to retreat, the Turkic army continued to attack Yanmen City.
The bows and arrows at the top of the city never stopped. Rolling logs and stones were thrown down from the city wall like raindrops. Fuel and hot water were mixed in. The stretching city wall was covered with Yaksha rings inlaid with sharp knives or barbs, and people waved their long swords.
Soldiers with long-forked poles were occasionally shot by stray arrows and fell into a pool of blood. Fierce and turbulent shouts and sounds of battle were mixed with the wind and snow in the sky, spreading throughout the city wall.
A large number of wounded were carried down and left to their fate. The weak were dying anytime and anywhere. All the people in Yanmen City who knew some medical skills had been mobilized or forcibly recruited. Like the soldiers guarding the city, they had been there for almost a day.
There was no rest for the whole night. Everyone was exhausted to the extreme and even more miserable. There was other people's blood on their foreheads and faces, and they worked desperately and numbly to treat each wounded soldier.
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Outside Yanmen City, Shibi Khan was riding a horse, looking at the fierce battlefield ahead from a distance. The three colors of red, white and burnt black almost filled everything in front of them. At this time, they finally rushed to the top of the city.
The elite warriors of the team and the defenders began to fight fiercely, which lasted for a long time. The gap they finally broke through was captured by the Ouchi guards around the Qian Sui Emperor.
Although the defenders of Yanmen City are getting thinner and thinner, every Turk feels that they can break the city at any time. However, seven and a half days have passed since Wang Junlin led the reinforcements for the first time, and the number of new Turkic casualties has exceeded
Fifty thousand people, plus more than 20,000 wounded who have basically lost their combat effectiveness.
This war was inexplicably fought so fiercely, but no Turkic people had ever thought of it before, and with such heavy casualties, they didn't know how long they would have to fight before they could see signs of victory.
Some smart Turkic tribe leaders vaguely felt that this was related to Shibi Khan's recent command. He was able to break the city several times, but either Wang Junlin suddenly appeared with the Sui reinforcements, or Shibi Khan suddenly withdrew his troops, although every time
There seems to be a certain reason, but this is too coincidental.
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The fighting in the night gradually stopped, and the smell of blood and burnt smell filled the air. The defenders sat down inside the city wall, and there was sticky blood on the wall.
Of the 80,000 imperial troops and 20,000 county soldiers who had entered the city, there were now only 10,000 left, and the city had long lost its past hustle and bustle. Separated by a wall, blood and corpses piled up under the city wall.
At this time, together with the Turkic camp in the distance, they also became quiet.
In the thick and towering city walls, everything is rendered in gray and white colors, and the occasional flame red does not appear bright.
The entire Yanmen City was immersed in the sorrow of death and could not recover. Among the military households in the city, a man died, and the crying of women and children continued. Some common people who helped also died, and a family crawled under the city wall and cried miserably.
Zhang Jike stood in the yard where he temporarily lived, listening to the cries and watching some people looking for his men among the corpses. He looked complicated and murmured to himself: "The prince wants to let the Turkic army stay as much as possible.
But will the price be that all the defenders in Yanmen City will be killed or injured?"
At this moment, Zhang Jike felt something. He looked up and saw a black shadow swooping down from the sky and landing in the back house of his yard.