Chapter 1648: Forced to a dead end
Pei Xingjian clasped his fists and saluted, and said: "My little brother will set off for Songping now. Brother, take care."
No matter what the outcome of this trip north to Songping County, he would have to return to Huating Town. The City Shipping Department could not do without his leadership. If Xue Rengui and others in the Navy were not transferred to Youtun Guards by Fang Jun or entered the newly established Jiangwu Hall to study, where would it be his turn to come to Linyi State to take charge of the Annan war situation?
It is inevitable that there is some disappointment in his expression. After all, he still cannot lead the troops into battle...
Liu Rengui first clasped his fists in return, then patted the matching general on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Why are you so depressed? You are different from us. We just charge into battle with courage and courage. In this life, you will only be a famous general at best. You As long as you are in charge of the Shipping Department of Huating Town, you will have the opportunity to serve as Prime Minister in the future, scold Fang Qiu and guide the country, what else is there to be dissatisfied about? "
Pei Xingjian sighed: "But I still long for such a military career..."
He was born into a famous family and was a member of a rare family. He was always known for being elegant and elegant, but deep down he had uncontrollable escapism and impulsiveness.
Climb the pavilion to pay homage to the prime minister and give guidance to the country?
That's not what he wants.
A grown man should ride his horse across the desert and go deep into the field to capture and kill the Tartars. This is how he will live up to his life's glory with a willful smile!
With a bow, Pei Xingjian strode away.
Liu Rengui stood at the window and watched Pei Xingjian leading his soldiers on horseback towards the dock. He shook his head and laughed.
Why is such a young man from a well-established family so heroic and carefree like a warrior on the battlefield?
Tightening the silk ribbon on his armor, Liu Rengui strode out of the door. Surrounded by his soldiers, he jumped on his horse and galloped all the way to the barracks not far from the Governor's Mansion. He saw three thousand soldiers ready to attack. Then he sat on his horse and shouted: "Go to Sangha Puluo City with you and see if those monkeys are dead. Let's decide the outcome!"
"Here!"
A muffled thunderous sound sounded like a promise, shaking the whole world!
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Sanghapura City has become a purgatory on earth.
Although it is the capital of Linyi Kingdom, the buildings in the entire city are not majestic. Only the Buddhist temples and brick pagodas that can be seen everywhere highlight the status of this city.
The city wall is only one foot high and is made of blue bricks. The soldiers of King Qin's army can easily climb the city wall by stacking one another or cutting down some trees to use as ladders...
There are not many regular troops in Linyi State. Except for the king's guards, there are only more than ten thousand troops in the country. They are all under the control of General Jiadu, and they are all in the city at this moment. King Qin's troops come from all over the country. They are all slaves and private armies maintained by powerful families. Their combat effectiveness is extremely low, but they can execute orders to the letter.
No one dared to retreat even if they knew it was death.
This is not a manifestation of spiritual will, but in Linyi State, slaves are private property like cattle and sheep. Life and death are in the hands of the master. If one person escapes, the whole family will be killed!
Driven by Zhuge Di and a group of generals, King Qin's division desperately attacked the city wall. Gadu Ze, who was on the city, led the elite rebels to occupy the ground and fight to the death. The number of casualties of King Qin's division continued to increase. However, as more and more people died, corpses gradually piled up under the city, and slaves stepped on the corpses to climb up the city more easily. The rebels' geographical advantage gradually disappeared, and the situation became precarious...
Jiadu has long since become a bloody man. He has killed countless people with the sword in his hand. The edge of the blade has become curled up and gradually becomes dull and not as sharp as before. The blood splattered on his body condenses into a puddle under his feet. The entire city has also been damaged. Filled with corpses and blood.
"General, we can't hold on any longer..."
A trusted general who was wounded several times and covered in blood came to Jia Du's side and swung his sword to kill an enemy who had just climbed to the top of the city. He gasped violently and said.
Jia Du took a rare breath and looked solemnly at the continuous torches under the city and the enemies charging towards the city wall as if desperate, and said in a deep voice: "What are the casualties?"
"Fortunately, we occupy a condescending location, and there are not many casualties. However, the more slaves die, the more they die. They have piled up into a mountain, and will soon be equal to the city. If this continues, the geographical advantage will be lost, and we cannot stop these slaves. A mad dog-like enemy.”
Jiadu made a decisive decision: "Order the death squads to hold off the enemy. The large troops will immediately withdraw from the city and return to the city. With the help of the terrain, we will fight them to the death in the city!"
The rebels are elite, but once the geographical advantage of the city is lost, they will be outnumbered. A good tiger cannot fight a pack of wolves, and the only way to resist is to die. By retreating into the city and taking advantage of the cover of the houses and terrain, the enemy will not be able to take advantage of their numerical advantage and engage in street fighting. The rebels with better individual quality will have an advantage.
"Here!"
The general responded, but did not immediately go down to convey the order. Instead, he leaned close to Jiadu and asked in a low voice: "General, when will the Tang people... be able to come for help? If there is no support, we are afraid that we will have to Tangled to death by these slaves! ”
Jiadu gritted his teeth and said loudly: "Hold on, the Tang army has already reorganized its troops and is on its way here. As long as we can repel this wave of enemy attacks, we can cooperate with the Tang army inside and outside and annihilate them all!"
"Here!"
The surrounding soldiers all heard his words, and the instinct of survival made their exhausted bodies suddenly regain their strength, and they slashed with their swords without fear of death!
When the general next to him went down to convey the order, Ga Du found that he had bitten his lip, and sweet blood entered his mouth. The hatred in his chest burned into the sky, and he wished that he could lead his troops into Da Nang at this moment and destroy his treachery. The treacherous and vicious Tang people were slaughtered without leaving a single one alive!
If he had not believed the lies of the Tang people, how could he have dared to lead troops to rebel and kill the king, so that he was now in desperate situation?
Under the city.
Zhuge Di twisted uncomfortably while sitting on his horse, looking at the brutal killings of fires on the city top, hearing a flood of shouts and howls, and his heart was filled with anxiety and fear.
The generals around him all looked ugly. The mountains of corpses under the city wall were all private soldiers and slaves they had raised. They were property. Who wouldn't feel as distressed as if a piece of flesh had been cut out? The most important thing is whether we can capture Sangha Puluo City. If we do, Zhuge Di will become the king, and everyone will be rewarded according to their merits. No matter how big the loss is, they can be compensated and their strength will be stronger than before; but if something happens on the city wall, To come back with a bruised head and a bloody wound... That would be a complete tragedy at the expense of both his wife and his army.
"Well...how about...stop the attack for the time being and adjust the troops?"
Finally someone couldn't help it and spoke.
If you want to have a place in the land of Linyi Kingdom, you don't rely on official titles, but on the actual strength in your hands. If all the private soldiers and slaves are dead, even if they are rewarded with a princely title based on their merits after the war, what's the point?
Without strength, you will be swallowed up by others in the blink of an eye, and not even a scum will be left...
As soon as this person opened his mouth, people immediately echoed his words.
It is true that the battle on the city wall was too brutal and the death toll was too horrifying. Meritorious service was important, but one's own background and power was more important. Otherwise, even if great achievements were made, it would be nothing more than a castle in the air, used as wedding clothes for others.
Zhuge Di also hesitated...
He didn't feel sorry for how many people had died. As long as he could wipe out the rebels and seize the royal city, he would be victorious and the king's position would be at his fingertips. He didn't believe that Jiadu would still save Fan Zhenlong's life after occupying the royal city for so long. What he hesitated was that if he insisted on attacking the city, would these ruffians from wealthy families who had surrendered to him out of righteousness simply defect before the battle?
But if he gave up the siege at this moment, he was afraid that if Yijia had a chance to breathe alone, he would launch a desperate counterattack.
After all, the more than 10,000 rebels under Jiadu's command are the regular army of the entire Linyi Kingdom, and their combat effectiveness is by no means comparable to that of the ragtag army of King Qin...
Fortunately, someone stepped forward to help him.
The Tang military captain sat upright on his horse and shouted loudly: "Stupid! How can we withdraw our troops at such a critical moment when we have failed to achieve the goal? We can't stand these casualties, and the rebels can't stand it! The decisiveness of war lies in persistence. Whoever can grit his teeth and persevere to the end will win. Whoever retreats first will fail! If you persist, the rebels will surely collapse first!"
Some people were dissatisfied: "You Tang people are indeed much smarter than us, but you just stand and talk without hurting your back. Anyway, the person who died was not your private slave, so of course you don't feel bad! Having said that, didn't you Tang people want to send troops to help us? Where is the person? Why aren’t you here yet?”(End of Chapter)