Chapter 440: The First Battle of the Heart: Defeat Like a Mountain (Part 2)
Soldiers are unpredictable, water is unpredictable, and the way of war is ever-changing. The so-called military morale is often not so simple to grasp, but if it really needs to be quantified and summarized , in fact, there are quite a few things that are universal enough.
From ancient times to the present, when large armies fight, what really causes the army to collapse has never been a physical blow. A person's consciousness is coerced by the will of millions of people. What he thinks has never been the focus. The real decision What determines victory or defeat is often each person's opinion of the entire group. If it can be summarized comprehensively and an average value is taken, it will be the strength of the army.
Strict training, everyone around you has a strong physique, and a reason not to retreat, strict military regulations, and every drill that prohibits you. In the end, all these things are actually adding a bargaining chip in people's hearts, "We are strong" and "We will never retreat." The heavier the chips, the stronger the army will be. The so-called military morale, in the end It's such a simple thing, but to achieve it, it takes a lot of hard work.
The people in Liangshan were originally an army with such beliefs when they came down the mountain. However, their "strong" understanding did not come from training and military regulations, but from every robbery and killing. , watching the enemy's fear gradually form, when the Wu Dynasty was in trouble internally and externally, friends from all over the mountains and mountains were gathering together, giving everyone more confidence in the general trend. It's a pity that this self-confidence that Shandong has no rivals has really suppressed too many hidden dangers.
When these things were detonated at once within a few days and the killings began on the battlefield, not many people thought they would retreat. They were still eager to win, eager to win. It's a pity that the so-called military morale has never been about this, but about whether people think "impossible" or "possible" when the other side shouts such rumors.
The psychology that is only separated by a thin line, when combined into the spirit of the army, determines the fate of millions of lives.
The sun shines on the clouds, making the afternoon scene bright. On Zhujiazhuang, the shouts of killing continue and never stop. The shouts in the village continue to be exciting, and groups of people come and go. Rush up the stone wall and get killed again. Only the middle and high-level generals in Liangshan can understand that the casualties on their side are continuing to increase, and as time goes by, the fighting spirit of Liangshan soldiers continues to decrease.
In just one hour, the number of casualties on Liangshan was probably close to 3,000. This was a huge damage caused by the desperate attack by many leaders on Liangshan. Countless flags rushed over, And was pressed back. The stone wall in Zhujiazhuang is becoming stronger and taller in the eyes of everyone in Liangshan.
At this time, the rate of casualties in Liangshan had begun to slow down. When the initial fanaticism passed, amidst the constant shouting inside, the morale of the soldiers was shaken and morale dropped. After the brothers who rushed up the stone wall were drowned, the soldiers charging frontally were already hesitant to some extent, and even some small and medium-sized The leaders all began to weigh whether withdrawing their troops was the right way to go. No one thought that the 15,000 men would end up fighting a war of attrition against the 3,000 men.
"What's there to say! Didn't you know this from the beginning! If we can't defeat Zhuangzi, we won't be able to go back!" On one side of the battlefield, Lu Zhishen bandaged his wound, raised his Zen staff, and began to organize the next wave of attacks. Attack, he was already killing until his eyes were red, " Those who have the seed will fight with the Sa family again!”
On the other side, Lin Chong and other generals were also continuing to encourage their men. When brothers or subordinates who were familiar with them in the mountains came over hesitantly and asked if they wanted to keep it! Strength, if the situation is like this, will the higher-ups want to retreat? But it was also these leaders who had opposed the strong attack before Song Jiang launched mobilization. At this time, they chose the most determined attack.
The morale of the army is in chaos. If someone comes to ask them, they may be able to suppress it. However, in such a military formation, I don’t know how many people may have such thoughts in their hearts, but they are unwilling to say it. When it comes out, that's the problem.
But when the bow was fired, there was no turning back.
For everyone in Liangshan, it is extremely stressful to bear the huge casualties that are constantly accumulating, and to feel the collapse of military morale and the wavering of morale. But for the people of Zhujiazhuang, with only three thousand people able to withstand such waves of attacks, even if the Liangshan soldiers' combat power has been reduced to an outrageous level, they will never be without pressure. Casualties are also accumulated on their heads. The attacking side still has tens of thousands of people anyway and can continue a saturated offensive, but the defending side also needs to be saturated.
When they cannot maintain their saturated defense, the real opportunity will come.
Ning Yi, who is in Zhujiazhuang and has been guarded by a shield, can also clearly feel this. The wounded and dead who were constantly being carried off, and the cries of the women and children in the village, also spread anxiety in everyone's heart. Some people even rushed over and cried and asked: "Who is from the imperial court?" Where is the army! Where is the imperial army?”
Zhu Biao The others have been encouraging the people in Zhuangzi: "You have seen it! These bastards in Liangshan are getting weaker and weaker! They can hardly fight anymore! If we hold on today, they will die——"
The people in Liangshan are indeed getting weaker and weaker, but the charge led by the leader cannot be underestimated. Ning Yi has already separated the crossbows around him into two groups, specifically to deal with these elite chargers. At the same time, the various shoutings that he had arranged before are also constantly coming into play. But as for how the battle will develop, how long will the people of Liangshan last? It could collapse only to a certain extent, and even with his lack of actual combat experience, he couldn't tell.
The biggest disadvantage of Liangshan is that there are many hills above it. However, when many of the leaders on the opposite side still retain their sanity, they are able to maintain the control of their opponents at a baseline, constantly using their own charm to Lead some of his men to attack.
At this time, if a certain big leader really switches sides on the battlefield, it may determine the direction of the war. It's a pity that even though many people can see that Liangshan may be defeated, if they want them to surrender simply, they still can't give the opponent such confidence. At most, they will only choose to conserve their strength, then withdraw their troops and run away.
The scheming that could be played has been exhausted at this time. Ning Yi led the people to run around the village, trying to fill in the loopholes he could see, and fighting off the attacks one after another. At the same time, when the war situation has reached a fever pitch, something is happening quietly in the cells in Zhujiazhuang. Several men imprisoned here have opened the cell door with the prepared tools. Lock.
In the past few days, Ning Yi has given tasks to the prisoners who were sent back. After they have completed their tasks, they can come back and accept the protection of Zhujiazhuang. Of course, such asylum will not immediately treat them as guests, but they will still be detained in the cell, given some good food and drink, and will be dealt with after the war to avoid accidents. It was also because of this pattern that before this, Wu Yong deliberately selected some people and returned to Zhujiazhuang to prepare for the rebellion. Just when Zhujiazhuang had too much to take care of, and even the cell guards were no longer enough, they cleared the obstacles and quietly rushed out of the cell.
What greeted them was chaos and war on all sides. Zhuangzi was like an isolated island in a storm, constantly swaying under the huge offensive...
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The still burning firewood fell down against the stone wall.
Zhang Shun rolled on the ground, passed over a half-burnt corpse, and rushed towards the crowd on the side.
"Brother Zhang..."
"Go up——"
During the attack, he shouted at the top of his lungs. He also knew the little leader who led the attack. Zhang Shun shouted, grabbed the ladder and rushed up, Zhang Shun followed closely. However, before climbing to the stone wall, blood flew out from above, and a spear pierced the little leader's body, stabbing him down. Several Zhujiazhuang villagers appeared above, one person holding the The blood-stained spearhead struck down. Zhang Shun blocked it with his sword. Seeing more people approaching, he had no choice but to retreat.
The sea of soldiers intertwined, and the point where Liangshan chose to attack was constantly changing. Zhang Shun ran in the battle formation. After a while, he met up with Yang Zhi, grabbed an opportunity, set up three long ladders, and led his men The soldiers rushed forward with force. They killed several people on the city wall and gathered a dozen brothers. When they saw Zhu Biao leading people to kill them, they immediately gave up this spot on the wall and rushed into the village with a dozen people.
The wave-like attack has already overwhelmed Zhujiazhuang's defense. As long as they cause chaos in the village, the other party must send more people to surround them, and they can completely attack the stone wall. any point on. Although Zhang Shun was nicknamed "Langli Baitiao", he had strong martial arts skills and a brave temperament. Cooperating with Yang Zhi, he was not afraid of anything even if there were only a dozen people, and rushed to the other side of the stone wall in the blink of an eye. They rushed past several houses and killed two farmers who passed by. Suddenly, they saw an iron shield flashing past on the other side of the road running parallel to this side, separated by the houses.
"Haha, Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand!"
Yang Zhi ran all the way, pointed over there and whispered to Zhang Shun: "Kill him."
More than ten The person rushed over, reached the crossroads ahead, turned and rushed towards that side. On that side of the road, a figure finally appeared. The iron shield, the crossbow wielder, and the noble young man surrounded in the center turned this way. Over.
"Kill -" Yang Zhi held the knife in both hands and rushed forward crazily. Zhang Shun did the same. The crossbow on the opposite side had been raised and pointed here. There was really no time to hesitate. However, suddenly, Zhang Shun saw that one Face, the other person stood there and tilted his head.
Lei Feng, the "Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand", before this, even if Liangshan had been tossed around, he thought the other party was a big trouble, but to be honest, to this person, he was He didn't have much emotion. When Yang Zhi said to kill him, he also thought: Of course, I want to kill him.
But at this moment, complex feelings arise in my heart with the appearance of that person. This person is... this person is...
Thinking of the blood and fire that day...
The other party sighed, plainly: "Ah... Zhang Shun."
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On the outside of the stone wall, some of the people who attacked Zhuangzi suddenly heard a hoarse shout: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh during the attack," he said. —"
Such shouts, they can actually hear them often. When everyone launches a desperate charge against the stone wall, they are mixed with courage and shouts to fight against fear, but outside this stone wall, A few people can still tell who the voice belongs to.
They just didn’t understand why Zhang Shun would shout such a voice in the village.
This side is closest to the slope where Song Jiang and others watched the battle. Xi Junyu and others looked into the stone wall and originally said: "Brothers Zhang Shun and Yang Zhi have already entered. When they create chaos, there may be a chance..." Faintly, this shout came over, Everyone listened with bated breath, and then, a little commotion came out from the stone wall, where a fight was going on.
"Attack with force! Tell the brothers nearby to attack with force!" Xi Junyu pointed there and shouted, asking the soldiers to send a signal. Lin Chong, the leader nearby, led the people to encircle them. The ladder had not yet been set up. Suddenly, figures appeared on the stone wall. They were several figures who were forced back by madness. They were forced up the stone wall and then stabbed down the wall. Among them was Zhang Shun. On their bodies They were all pierced by several crossbow arrows. At this time, several iron shields and spears were pushed out from behind. Zhang Shun's body was pierced by two or three spears in the air, and then fell down.
Several iron shields stood beside the wall, and the crossbows from behind began to shoot down the wall. Song Jiang's eyes were filled with tears, and he was almost bursting with tears. At this moment, another incident suddenly happened there. It happened on Stonewall.
Several men came over from the side and suddenly rushed into the shield formation on the stone wall.
Wu Yong stood up under the tree and supported the trunk: "Haha, I took action! I took action! My arrangement worked! Kill him! Kill him!"
Na Su Ru Qi The incoming attack caused a small area of chaos on the stone wall. Everyone watched attentively. Even a spy came quickly from behind and reported something to Song Jiang and Wu Yong. Wu Yong waved his hand to let him know. Don't make any noise yet. Xi Junyu looked at Wu Yong's performance and understood something: "Continue to attack! Cooperate and continue to attack!"
The fighting on the stone wall was fierce and fierce. The people arranged by Wu Yong were already quite experienced in assassinations. They made a mental calculation and unintentionally, and killed them in the blink of an eye. The soldiers beside the guard did not react in time and killed two people. An iron shield also fell down. Song Jiang, Wu Yong and others watched attentively, and Xi Junyu also watched attentively. Finally, the two men attacked Lei Feng, the Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand. After a few simple exchanges, Lei Feng flew back in embarrassment, knocking down the people next to him. The two assassins followed closely, and one of them was killed by the flying one. The spear pierced through, and the other person wielded a steel knife and slashed down.
Xi Junyu and Wu Yong gritted their teeth and took a step forward.
A bang sounded on the stone wall, and blood sprayed out from behind the assassin.
Suddenly, the surroundings seemed empty, and Xi Junyu's words that were already in his throat were suddenly unable to speak because he realized something.
Not far away, Li Kui, who was lifting his ax and preparing to kill, was stunned when he heard the sound. There were two people near the slope, each with different reactions. They were the injured "Sick Guansuo" "Yang Xiong and "Golden-haired Tiger" Yan Shun happened to come over.
On the stone wall, the noble prince pushed away the assassin's corpse. Under the tree, Wu Yong slowly patted the tree trunk with his hand: "It still...failed..." He murmured and sighed. , but the frustration that arose at this time was not much. Thinking of the spies who had just come to report back, they seemed to say "Wuruiying" anxiously. He turned around and wanted to ask, but suddenly found that several brothers had different expressions on their faces: "What's wrong?"
Yanshun looked at it Over there, he pointed and opened his mouth. After subconsciously taking a look at Xi Junyu, his lips were like He spoke dryly: "That is... that is..."
Song Jiang turned his head: "Unfortunately, he still failed to kill the Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand..."
"But that was...the bloody-handed massacre..."
"The one from Jiangning..." Yang Xiong muttered.
Song Jiang was stunned: "What kind of bloody massacre?" Everyone had this question more or less. After all, their minds couldn't turn around for a while, but after a while, everyone suddenly recalled certain things, which were extremely complicated and somewhat... The strange feeling of coldness came silently.
"...He, he is...ah?"
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