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At noon on November 30, the whole city of Imae Castle was ablaze, and the castle tower fell into the snow in the fierce fire. Even though only 4 artillery pieces rushed to the front line, even though nearly half of the iron cannons could not fire normally.
, the high combat effectiveness of the Momiji Army forced Saito Asanobu to abandon Imae Castle in just half a day. The main force of the Uesugi Army seemed to have retreated early due to supply problems, and Saito Asanobu did not have the confidence to use his own troops to resist the Momiji Army.
.However, before he left, he took away all the food in Imae City, and burned all the houses, warehouses, and castle towers. He left nothing for the Hongye Army, only a few.
Thousands of hungry people——it seems that they want to implement the strategy of strengthening the wall and clearing the country to the end.
The cost of the Red Leaf Army's half-day capture of Imjiang City was hundreds of casualties.
"Brother, you have to hold on!"
At this moment, in the alleys of Imae City, Taro Wada was carrying a seriously injured spearman and running among the broken walls and tongues of flames, trying to send him to the medical tent. The battle was over, and the auxiliary soldiers were entering the city one after another.
Rescue the wounded. Taro Wada groped all the way, and finally found the seriously injured soldier beside the stairs of Ninomaru. Blood was trickling from his chest, and he was shivering.
Taro Wada vaguely heard the person on his back whispering something, but he couldn't hear it clearly in the noisy environment. So he found a mound of dirt and put him down first, then put his ear to his mouth.
Finally heard his words clearly:
"Cold... so cold..."
"Brother, wait a minute!" Taro Wada hurriedly took off his coat, put it on the spearman, and then ran with him on his back again. He could feel the spearman on his back.
Shaking, the moisture on his shoulders undoubtedly came from his blood, and he couldn't say a word. His own breathing became heavier and heavier, but the breathing of the spearmen became weaker and weaker. Taro Wada ran faster and faster,
Finally broke into the medical tent.
"Sir! Sir! There is a seriously injured person here!" Taro Wada yelled, looking for a doctor among the chaotic crowd and wounded people, and almost tripped over a wounded person lying on the ground. By the time he finally found it, he
After meeting a young doctor, he immediately put the wounded man on his back on the mat and asked the doctor to come and check him. However, the doctor simply checked his pulse and breath, then shook his head helplessly.
"Sir?" Wada Taro asked with some disbelief.
"It's hopeless." The doctor shook his head and closed the spearman's eyes with his hands. Only then did Taro Wada realize that the doctor's hands were already covered in blood. He must have rescued many people before.
"Thank you, sir. I'm sorry to be with you." The doctor gave a slight salute to Wada Taro, then stood up and left, quickly heading towards where another pile of wounded people gathered. Wada Taro looked at the doctor's leaving figure and looked at it again.
The spearman lying on the ground bit his lip for a long time and was unwilling to leave.
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At a later time, in the camp where the auxiliary troops were being prepared, Wada Taro walked towards the camp without even looking at the companions around him who were greeting him.
"What's wrong, Taro?" A comfortable auxiliary soldier saw that Taro Wada's clothes were covered in blood, and asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"
"Damn it! Damn it!" Wada Taro angrily threw the kettle into the snow when he heard this, "I couldn't save him... If I had run faster, I would have been able to save that brother!"
"Alas..." The auxiliary soldier understood what happened after hearing Taro Wada's words, and pulled him to the camp nearby, "Are you hungry? It's already afternoon, let's eat."
After Taro Wada sat down, he picked up a piece of food in a small bamboo tube for each person and looked at it. While stuffing rice balls into his mouth, he asked casually, "Why is there so little? Which of you stole mine?"
"The quota has been reduced today." The old platoon leader shook his head and replied after hearing Taro Wada's complaint, "It will be the same every day from now on."
"Still losing weight? Haven't you already lost weight once? How can this be enough?" Hearing this, Taro Wada slowed down his chewing, fearing that if he ate too fast, he would be gone after a while.
"There is not enough food, so we must give priority to supplying the soldiers. If they don't have enough to eat, we will all be doomed." Although the old platoon leader knew that Taro Wada was just complaining, he still muttered a few words.
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At the same time, on the wall of Sannomaru outside Imae Castle, Yu Qiupei was walking side by side with Fukuzawa Yunan, inspecting the surrounding situation.
"We have just collected the feedback from the iron gunners of each company," Fukuzawa Yunan flipped through the pile of reports in his hand, made a rough calculation and said to Yu Qiuping, "After this battle, the wear and tear of the iron artillery has become more serious.
More than half of the iron cannons malfunctioned. It seemed that every time they were fired, the extreme cold weather caused more damage to the iron cannons."
"Heat () expands and contracts with cold..." Yu Qiuping put his hands on the battlements and looked at the slowly falling snowflakes in the sky, "I never considered this aspect of performance before... Now I am unlucky."
"We have immediately arranged manpower to expedite the transportation of iron cannons, but the supply will definitely not come in. Our large inventory of iron cannons is in the Military Industry Department in Hanoi. What can be shipped immediately now is from the warehouses in Echizen and Kaga.
"Fuze Yunan stood worriedly behind Yu Qiuping, "Your Highness, I actually have a suggestion..."
"Are you suggesting how to deal with these hungry people?" Yu Qiuping raised his finger and pointed at the thousands of people gathered in the burned-down castle town. Their homes had been burned by the fire, and all the food supplies had been taken away. In this cold weather,
There is no way to survive in the frozen ruins.
"Your Highness?" Fukuzawa Yunan was stunned when he heard this, and hurriedly stepped forward, "You don't want to give them food, do you?"
"I am no longer the fool I was twenty years ago. Benevolence and righteousness also depend on the occasion. We don't even have enough food to eat. There is no way I would trade the lives of the soldiers for these people." Yu Qiuping pursed his lips and said a little tangledly.
He scratched his head and said, "However, if you want me to die without saving you, I can't do it."
"Incorporate them into the civilian team." Yu Qiuping nodded towards Fukuzawa Yunan, slowly stroking the wall tiles with his hand, "provide them with food at the level of the civilian team. If they are not willing to work, they can't get it.
food."
"But Your Highness, what we lack right now is not manpower, but roads." Fukuzawa Yunan seemed to completely disagree with Yu Qiuping's statement, and took another step forward and whispered, "The roads are too narrow, the snow is heavy, and the supply transportation is difficult."
If we don’t come up, it’s useless no matter how many people there are.”
"I know, I'm just giving everyone a decent excuse." Yu Qiuping turned his head to the other side, not looking at the hungry people in the castle town.
"There are many women and children there who can't work at all. How do we calculate this?" Fukuzawa Yunan once again raised a question that troubled Yu Qiuping. Yu Qiuping hesitated for a long time, and finally made a fist with his right hand and pressed it against the wall.
He knocked hard on the pile and whispered, "Let them take the village as a unit and give the village as much food as there are people who can work. Let them decide how to divide it between women, children and strong men."
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On the afternoon of November 30th, in order to gain time, the Hongye Army continued to advance without much preparation. However, the wind and snow became heavier as it went north, and the march of the Hongye Army became more difficult. The 20-mile road from Jinjiang City to Songren City,
Under constant harassment from Uesugi troops, they didn't even finish walking until nightfall.
At noon on December 1, the Hongye Army finally arrived at the foot of Songren Castle. A new siege broke out before the sun began to set in the west. The Hongye Army launched a fierce offensive again, while the sun was still falling in the western sky.
The cost of suppressing Songren Castle was naturally not small. The Uesugi Army also completely destroyed Songren Castle before withdrawing, and then threw it to the Red Leaf Army's thousands of hungry people. All the houses inside and outside Songren Castle could keep out the cold and rest.
All were
At eight o'clock in the morning on December 1, outside Songren City, Kumegota was thundering at a group of civilians who came to transport iron cannons.
"Why did it take so little to arrive? Didn't I say that Echizen still has 300 pieces in stock?"
In today's battle, more than a hundred iron cannons were damaged and unable to fire due to firing and extreme cold weather. Even though the whole Hongye Army began to work hard to maintain the iron cannons, it was still to no avail. However, today's civilian team
Only 70 iron cannons were transported, and the number of iron cannons available to the Hongye Army dropped sharply. Some companies have even reorganized and transformed some iron cannons into temporary pikemen to join the battle.
"My lord, forgive me! My lord, forgive me!" Seeing the warrior's anger, the civilians were so frightened that they knelt in the snow and kowtowed like garlic. The cold north wind made them shiver.
"What's the point of kowtowing? What we want are iron cannons!" Kumegota was furious, but he also knew that it was useless to embarrass these civilians. "Why can't we get luck?"
The peasants did not dare to say anything after hearing this, but kept kowtowing. Kumegota looked helpless, and after muttering a few words, he casually said, "Okay, okay, everyone, get up! Stop kowtowing!"
After hearing the order, the civilians stood up quickly and patted the snow on their bodies. Kumegoda sighed, and then complained, "What the hell is going on! Tens of thousands of people can't transport hundreds of iron cannons."
Come up! Are you people who work hard?"
"Sir, come and take a look, the road is too narrow. With such heavy snow, it is impossible to walk through the surrounding wasteland... Even on the official road, it will be too late to shovel the snow. We transported it all the way from Echizen, even if
There are so many people shoveling snow on the road, but the hundreds of miles of road still can't be shoveled. We really tried our best...There is nothing we can do." A leading farmer raised his head and looked at Kumegota pitifully,
Chapter completed!