One hundred and seventy-eight kills one step at a time
Fire, arrow rain, slashing, roaring, swords striking each other, blood gathered on the city wall to form a river, and there was a steady stream of people attacking the city.
The shouts of killing in the city gate gradually stopped. The gatekeepers at Dayao City Gate shed their last drop of blood in the face of attackers dozens of times their size. Huangyang Pass, which had just been recaptured less than three months ago, became a grassland people again.
The first city gate to be conquered, but it will not be the last.
The news of the emergency at the border reached Jinzhou City and Yuancheng, and was sent to the capital of Dayao with a 800-mile speed horse. Even if they had such a premonition, no one dared to believe that they had experienced heavy losses at the beginning of spring.
The grassland tribes who fought in the First World War actually started a war again and once again entangled the troops to move south.
After passing the northern pass, the terrain of Jinzhou is a flat plain. When the prairie barbarian explorers' cavalry appeared outside Bingyuan City, the officials of the Ministry of War and the people of Jinzhou had already realized that the barbarians' plan to go south this time might not be what they wanted.
No longer just gold, silver and food.
The grassland land cannot support the people on the grassland. To the north is a permanently frozen wasteland, a place where even the most cold-resistant long-haired cattle cannot survive. There is only moss and ice and snow.
After half a year of rest and recuperation, the Jinzhou State Army has been fully replenished and even has trained reserves for use. However, these new recruits, most of whom have been in the military camp for less than half a year, are far from being able to fight against the prairie people who are mounted and capable of fighting, let alone
A battle between foot and horse.
The walls were clear, and the people in the countryside retreated into the city. The four main camps of the Jinzhou State Army, the southeast, northwest and northwest also pulled out their camps and retreated to the south. The circular city became the city of Jinzhou State. The number of garrison troops also doubled. Hand-held weapons can be seen everywhere in the streets.
Many of the soldiers patrolling the city and many houses in the city were also requisitioned. As the only place in Bingyuan City that could be defended, the compound of Wuhe Escort Bureau would naturally be requisitioned by the garrison. However, after mediation, the Wuhe Escort Bureau compound was also requisitioned by the garrison.
Only the elite troops who guarded the round city did not have any troops stationed in the compound.
"The smell of gunpowder smoke is getting stronger and stronger, and there is still blood." The window of the ancestral hall was opened by the old man, and the north wind poured into the house, almost blowing out the light of the evergreen lantern. The old man surnamed Zhang held the window lattice with one arm and closed his eyes to feel
Breathing the breath brought by the north wind, "The battlefield is not far from Bingyuan City. In the first year after Emperor Yao Taizu, the Northern Barbarians went south to the southernmost place in Jinzhou, which was under Bingyuan City."
Wei Changpan stopped practicing his sword practice and was a little worried, "What kind of people are those prairie people...?"
The old man was amused by this childish question, "What kind of person? He is not his mother's son, he has two eyes, one nose and one mouth."
"Then why are the people in the escort agency so afraid of them? When I went to the kitchen yesterday, I heard a lot of people talking, and they almost called these people monsters who eat people without spitting out their bones."
"Because they are afraid, the escort agency has promised the government to send people to help defend the city. We haven't decided on a candidate yet, so everyone is in danger." After saying that, the old man turned around and patted Wei Changpan's shoulder with one arm.
"Once you've been in battle, you'll know that killing a barbarian is just a matter of passing."
Barbarian, this is the title that Wei Changpan has heard most these days. While the people of Dayao looked down on the tribes on the northern grasslands, they were also afraid of their toughness. The boundless grasslands gave birth to these people and gave them indescribable bravery.
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"Do you feel like your sword skills have reached a bottleneck and you can't improve no matter how hard you practice?"
"Yes." Wei Changpan couldn't help but admit, "In the past ten days, not only the sword skills, but also the third acupuncture point has not shown any signs of loosening."
"Your knife is an ancient relic, and it is also a killing knife that has been passed down from generation to generation. If you wear it for a long time, ordinary people will become sick and weak due to the cold air on the knife entering the body." The old man looked at the beast on the eaves of the house outside the ancestral hall indifferently, "I want to
To practice the killing sword well, you must be prepared to kill people, but don’t sink. This is a double-edged sword.”
"The officials in Jinzhou are not very good at other things. They know how much they weigh. They gave up the field battle in Jinzhou early. All the soldiers and horses retreated to the city to hold on. They could not find food or food in the countryside.
The barbarians who have gained nothing will inevitably attack the city." The cold night was cloudless and the sky was clear and refreshing. "The barbarians made full preparations for their trip south this time. Our army's scouts came back and even found the barbarians' camp.
There are equipment for siege."
"If Huangyang Pass was defeated for the first time last time because it was unprepared and was deceived into opening and closing the gate by dozens of knights disguised as merchants, then this time the barbarians have used the battle of Huangyang Pass as a rehearsal for attacking the city.
"The old man's face gradually turned gloomy and he closed the window, "Huangyang Pass is not a steep pass, and there are only a few hundred troops stationed in the pass. If you want to completely block the barbarian army, it is just a mantis' arm as a chariot, but it will be broken after holding on for less than a day.
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Siege warfare has always been the specialty of the Central Plains countries. There are no big cities on the grasslands, and there are no giant trees or craftsmen to make siege equipment. There is also a lack of generals and soldiers who are familiar with this art. Therefore, the looting going south has always been just a matter of opportunity.
The defenders were unprepared and attacked the merchant teams or villages.
Wei Changpan knew nothing about military skills, but he sensed something was wrong in the old man's tone, as if a great danger was approaching.
"The manpower sent out by the escort agency has been decided. Most of them are young people with insufficient experience. You are their leader. The two old men from the escort agency will assist you." The old man smiled at Wei Changpan and said, "Here.
It’s a small errand for you, let’s see how well you do it.”
He wanted to find some reasons to refute the old man's words. He had never accepted anyone, and he still had some unresolved relationships. He couldn't bear the lives of these people...
"What you plan to do in the future is just a small trial compared to what you are doing now."
The old man's words dispelled Wei Changpan's worries. Yes, what he wanted to do to the leader of Jiangzhou Jianghu was not comparable to going into battle now and using a barbarian's sword.
"How long will it take?"
"Early tomorrow morning, the government will send someone to take the people from the escort agency away. There is no need to practice sword practice today." The old man returned to the Taishi chair and closed his eyes, "Save your strength, many things in the military camp are different from outside.
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If you want to practice killing people with a knife, you must have the consciousness to kill people. This sentence made him toss and turn and unable to sleep at night. Killing people is not killing chickens.
Maybe he was wrong from the beginning. He should stay in that town and not have any fantasies about pursuing martial arts careers. He should farm the land honestly, be a responsible person, marry a wife and have children when he grows older.
After living a mediocre life, he finally died at home and his coffin was buried on the green hill.
But it was too late to say anything now. Wei Changpan lay down on his back and forced himself not to think about these things in order to sleep for an hour or two before dawn.