Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 204 Ghost Troop 1
  Jia Cong frowned and pondered for a while, then said: "No matter what the Tatars choose, the first thing now is to get in touch with Fengtian. Firstly, they can learn about the situation in the city. Secondly, they can boost the morale of the defenders. Thirdly, they can also coordinate the combat deployment."

Niu Jizong nodded and said, "What do you mean, Brother Cong?"

"If Uncle Shi can be trusted, Cong is willing to personally lead a small group of elite soldiers to investigate Fengtian and look for opportunities to get in touch with the city." Jia Cong said.

"Okay! I will send two local soldiers who are familiar with the road with you, so be careful." Niu Jizong said solemnly.

"Uncle Shi, don't worry. I'm only leading a dozen or so people, and I'm only walking on remote roads. I don't think the Tatars will notice. Even if I bump into a few probing horses, I'll just kill them." Jia Cong said with a smile.

"When are you going to leave?"

"Leave when it gets dark."

In the evening, Yan Shuangying arrived with Ming Yao, Li Ke and more than 200 soldiers with a brand new look under his command.

Jia Cong honestly took him under his command and organized him into a battalion.

Mingyao and Li Ke were fed, clothed, used, and ridden by Jia Cong. They looked like they were being taken care of. They obeyed orders wherever they dared to have any objections.

After dinner, Jia Cong began to order.

"Wang Fei, Jie Hui, and Lei Tai, you three can select some available people and come with me."

"I obey my command!" The three of them followed the order and left.

"Sir, my two brothers are willing to wait on you from behind." Ming Yao and Li Ke, two defeated generals, were eager to make contributions and hurriedly asked for help.

Jia Cong smiled and said: "I just went to explore the road, not to kill the enemy. Why are there so many people there? You guys have suffered a little hard in the past few days. Let's recuperate first. There will be a big war later."

The two of them smiled bitterly and retreated. It was time to take care of themselves, but the food under Jia Cong's command was indeed good, and everyone's face was shiny after eating.

Under the leadership of local soldiers, Jia Cong and others rode straight out of the city gate and headed northeast. After passing Hupi Post, they stopped going north and turned east, making a large circle.

Passing between Fengji Fort and Sanyangyu Fort, we went straight to the lower reaches of the Hun River. Since it was the dry season in winter, we found a shallow and narrow place to wade through and penetrated into the mountainous area northeast of Fengtian City.

Jia Cong did not hesitate to take a long way to get into the mountains, because Fengtian was surrounded by flat rivers. If he was discovered, it would be extremely difficult to escape. There was only a hilly mountainous area in the northeast where he could hide.

In the evening of the next day, Jia Cong stood on Qipan Mountain and could see through the telescope the majestic city towering on the plain in the distance.

Camps stretching for dozens of miles outside the city surrounded Fengtian, making it impervious to wind and rain.

Countless siege vehicles carrying Tatars surged onto the city from all directions, one wave after another.

The six to seventy-foot high city wall of Fengtian City is like a majestic cliff that has existed forever. It has always stood firm against the waves and remained motionless. It was allowed to be hit by the waves and only spattered countless blood.

Torches have been lit on the city wall. According to the custom these days, the Tatars will attack the city desperately no matter day or night. They have sufficient troops and can rotate, but the defenders are limited. This is a trick to exhaust the troops. It depends on who can't withstand it first.

Sure enough, one wave retreated, and the next wave seamlessly connected and rushed towards the city again.

Yang Xiong didn't close his eyes for three days and nights. He stood in the city gate tower with red eyes, paying close attention to the situation and wishing he could open the third "eye" between his eyebrows.

"Send an order to send 20,000 minzhuang to the city to assist in the defense, and replace the minzhuang who were there during the day. The soldiers will also go down to rest in rotation." Yang Xiong said coldly. These days, he has already organized tens of thousands of minzhuang in the city to help defend the city.

The people in the city knew that the Tatars had the habit of massacring the city, so they defended with all their might. Although the Tatars were ferocious and well prepared, they could not attack for a while. Yang Xiong continued to issue orders to deploy the night defense, and he just breathed a sigh of relief. The offensive at night was always slightly gentler than that during the day. Since the defense was defended during the day, it should be no problem at night.

The only worry is how many days the soldiers can last mentally and physically. Although they have been divided into two groups to take turns defending the city day and night, the pressure of siege is still too great. After more than ten days, they are almost at the end of their strength and can only be supported by one breath.

Suddenly, a young man wearing a python robe and a jade belt came in from the door. With a flattering smile, he said: "General Yang, you told me to wait for work in leisure. Now I have been here for more than ten days. I think the Tatars I don’t have any strength anymore, so it’s time for me to go into battle.”

Yang Xiong suddenly felt a headache. The war was already tense, and there was still a big trouble in the city. He could only shake his head and coaxed: "The time is not yet ripe. Your Highness will wait patiently for two more days."

Sun Chi's patience had long been exhausted. Every day he heard the thunder of war drums and shouts of killing.

He frowned and said: "General Yang, I am the imperial envoy to Liaodong to comfort you. There are no soldiers fighting in the front, so I will enjoy the happiness in the back. Tonight I will go to the city to fight side by side with the soldiers."

How could Yang Xiong accept his trick? He was too soft and had to be hard. He shouted coldly: "Come here, please send your Highness to rest."

Before he finished speaking, with a roar, dozens of iron guards rushed in, all with expressionless faces, and surrounded Sun Chi and several palace guards. These people are Yang Xiong's confidants. They only follow military orders and don't care who you are.

"Bold!" Several palace guards immediately unsheathed their swords and protected Sun Chi in the middle.

Sun Chi hurriedly stopped everyone, not to mention whether he could fight or not. Now that the Tatars were in a hurry to attack the city, how could he dare to use force with the commander-in-chief? He still has this sense of the overall situation.

He hurriedly smiled and said: "General Yang, you are always worried about Xiao Wang's safety. Why don't you know about it? It's just that Xiao Wang has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. He has the courage to be unworthy of even a hundred men.

If you don't believe me, wait until I go to the city and show my hand. If I don't catch your eye, Xiao Wang will go back and rest immediately without saying a word, and won't come to the city to disturb me again. How about that?
  If you don't give me this bit of face, Xiao Wang is a prince and an imperial envoy after all, so he's just standing here to see who dares to be rude! "

Yang Xiong frowned, annoyed, and sighed: "Your Highness is brave, I have heard about it for a long time, but swords and guns have no eyes. If I hurt Your Highness, wouldn't I be punished by death?

Even if I ask His Highness to kill the enemy with his own hands, there is no need to spare a pair of armors in the city..."

Sun Chi smiled brightly and said, "This old general doesn't bother me. Since Xiao Wang wants to fight, how can he be unprepared? Someone comes and wears armor!"

Several guards suddenly came in at the door. They each took off their backpacks and took out pieces of helmets, neck protectors, arm guards, battle robes, chest protectors, bronze mirrors, battle skirts...

In an instant, Sun Chi had finished dressing up. His golden armor was shining and he was full of arrogance.

"General, what do you think of my gilded, hundred-refined steel beast-faced head-swallowing armor?" Sun Chi turned around proudly.

Yang Xiong smiled bitterly: "The internally made armor is naturally of the highest quality, but your highness must remember that you can only wear it for battle at night, and never during the day."

"Why is this?" Sun Chi asked suspiciously.

"Whoever sees this armor doesn't know the noble status of this person? How can anyone not step forward to fight for his life desperately?" Yang Xiong sighed, no one but you would dare to wear this kind of armor that seeks death.

Sun Chi smiled awkwardly and said, "Don't worry, old general, I just don't want to wear anything during the day."

After saying that, he walked out the door and suddenly turned around and said: "Old general, let's see this king kill the enemy! Here comes the gun!" After saying that, he took the spear, followed the steps, climbed up the wall of Wengcheng, and fought with the Tatars who were attacking the city. Together.

"Hurry and protect His Highness! If anything goes wrong, kill them all!"

Yang Xiong hurriedly chased the palace guards and soldiers out to watch the formation, and had already made up his mind. No matter what martial arts skills Sun Chi had, he would withdraw as soon as he was satisfied, so as not to worry.

(End of this chapter)