Daming wolf ride

Updated: 2012-10-02

Shit, Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day, uh, I was a little lazy, and there were fewer updates.

It's a rare holiday, my wife and children are always active, haha.

A word of gossip: After winning the battle, but ordering the withdrawal of troops, this is not a nonsense, but Mang Gurtai's own stupidity.Just in this battle of Dalinghe, this Sanbeile was impulsive, but the impulsiveness turned out to be the devil.

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The hero of the time made Shuzi famous.

Zu Dashou felt a lot of emotion in his heart, and even had a sour feeling.

Regardless of Tulai's victory, Mang Gurtai forced the Xianghuang and Xianghong Banners to withdraw their troops, which inadvertently helped Shi Dayong, who was defending Songshan.

Since the Liao incident, there has never been an enemy as strong as Songshan. For example, in the battle of Ningyuan, it relied on the cannons of the strong city.

The scene of the bloody battle between Songshan Army and Jiannu under the city just now is vivid in his mind, Zu Dashou can clearly see that the guard Shi Dayong is indeed fighting with his life.

It's a pity that Jiannu's Beizi ordered the withdrawal of troops for some unknown purpose, otherwise, the battle report sent to the imperial court would be able to leave the city at this moment, and Jinzhou would naturally be able to explain it.

Now that it's here, it's time to find another solution.Qiu Hejia was already dissatisfied with himself, and this time he abandoned his direct line of soldiers, so how could Shi Dayong add fuel to his criticism and say that he was not good enough.

Shaking his head in every possible way, Zu Dashou walked down the wall with a desolate expression.Outside the city, the Songshan army was still there, as the forward commander, his ancestor Dashou had to go out of the city to express condolences.At the very least, explain to Na Shi Dayong what the purpose of "seeking death without saving him" is.

Thinking about it further, one can already see how Naqiu Hejia smiled and praised the "Great Victory" on the table.

There are many corpses of Jiannu left. At a rough look, there are no less than a hundred corpses. According to Songshan, there are no more than a thousand soldiers, but to kill the enemy like this, it can be regarded as a great victory.

Shi Dayong, a general can't escape.

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Looking up at the sky, the sun was still in the sky, and time passed so slowly.

Did the Tartars really withdraw?

After standing there for a long time, Shi Dayong was convinced that the Eight Banners had withdrawn.

The retreat was so inexplicable, if it were him, he would not listen to anyone's orders, and he would eat the last bones, why did he withdraw troops in a hurry, and all previous efforts were wasted.

Is this battle a victory or a defeat?

In addition to the corpse of Jiannu, there was the corpse of the Songshan Army.There are piles of indistinguishable foes everywhere.In some places, five or six corpses were lying in the same place, either without heads, hands, or a thigh.

Belly, lungs, intestines and stomach, mixed with blood and mud, were scattered everywhere. [

A hellish nightmare.

The smell of blood in the air was not very unpleasant, and there was even a faint smell of grass.

"My lord, the results of the battle have been counted. There are 87 full Tartars and 140 Mongolian Tartars!" Huang An's voice was full of excitement, and Shi Dayong's eyes were also so excited.The double joy of surviving a catastrophe and a great battle made him forget the knife wound on his back.

Full of Tartars?Meng Tarzi?

Shi Dayong was taken aback for a moment, and then he understood that not all the people fighting today were Manchurian ghosts, and the other ones were Mongols.

Instructed Huang An: "Let someone cut off all the heads. These are the brothers' military exploits. After returning, I will personally ask the governor for rewards. I can't let the brothers lose their lives and blood in vain."

"Yes, my lord!"

Huang An hurriedly nodded in agreement, and walked forward with Shi Dayong.

After walking a few steps, Shi Dayong turned to him and asked, "How many brothers are left?"

Hearing this, Huang An froze, pain flashed in his eyes, he choked up and said: "There are still 120 people left in the Wuzi camp, and less than a hundred people in the Yongzi camp. President Jiang Qian's side is better, but it is also a third of the number." [-]. The supply battalion has run away, so we can’t count the casualties for the time being.”

"Less than 400 people, right?" Shi Dayong shook his head and sighed. There were 200 people here, but now there are only 400 people left, a full two-thirds reduction. This battle was really terrible.If it wasn't for Jiannu's inexplicable withdrawal, Songshan might not even be able to keep any incense.

Seeing that Shi Dayong was sad, Huang An persuaded: "My lord, don't be too sad. The casualties were a bit higher, but we finally won the battle." After a pause, he reported again: "More than 100 brothers were injured. , It needs to be healed by a good doctor, but judging from the future, most of these brothers' injuries are critical, and I am afraid that even if they are cured, they will be useless in the future."

Shi Dayong said seriously: "I'll talk about what happened in the future. You must heal them now, and you must not abandon them. Otherwise, the hearts of the brothers will be cold."

Huang An nodded and said: "The general understands, my lord can rest assured."

He lost two-thirds in the first battle, and his own life was almost lost, which made Shi Dayong very frustrated.Along the way, there were all the corpses of soldiers who had been with him day and night, as well as the screams of the wounded soldiers, and a sense of self-blame surged into his heart instantly.

Seeing that he was in a low mood, Huang An hesitated for a while, and then said, "My lord, there are more than a dozen brothers who are probably dying. Do you want to go and have a look, my lord?"

"Naturally, I will give them a ride no matter what."

Following Huang An to see the brother who was about to die, he saw Shao Wu and Li Dashan checking the corpses one by one to see if they were still breathing. If found, they would immediately carry them out.Of course, if it was a tartar who was found, he would cut his neck without saying a word, regardless of whether he was alive or dead.

Ma Zhong's injury was serious, half of his face was almost cut off, but he was desperate, but now he couldn't hold it anymore, Guo Yi, who had recovered his life, was bandaging him, crying while wrapping it.

Some people from the cavalry battalion were sent to search for the young men who ran away, but they couldn't find them all in a short while, they could only find one at a time.Fortunately, these folks, young and strong, are not stupid. They are all running in the direction of Jinzhou, and they can't escape.Others are searching for Jiannu's horse weapons.

How to deal with those deserters and civilian husbands, Shi Dayong couldn't decide for a while.At this moment, he was in a state of disarray, he just wanted to send those dying soldiers for the last time, and put everything else aside. [

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Most of the casualties were caused by the impact of the Tartar cavalry. Excluding those who were directly hit, trampled to death, and hacked to death, nearly [-] soldiers were directly shot to death by the Tartar bows and arrows, and there were not a few wounded.

Arrow wounds are easy to treat, but those with broken legs and hands can only resign themselves to their fate and do their best.

More than a dozen soldiers who were dying were seriously injured, which was horrible.

An eighteen or nineteen-year-old Changping soldier was cut off at the waist by Jiannu immediately, and the upper half of his body was hugged tightly by his companions, and his young face was already a little bloody.Looking at the south with empty eyes, Xu was thinking about his parents who were far away in the pass.

There was a figure that Shi Dayong was familiar with. He knew that it was Lao Zhou from Changping Rice Shop, who had a precious son in his thirties.Now, Lao Zhou's breathing is getting weaker and weaker, and there seems to be a bit of resentment in his eyes.

With a sore nose, his gaze slowly dropped.Shi Dayong didn't dare to look at Lao Zhou. He knew that Lao Zhou hated him, because he made Lao Zhou never see his four-year-old son again.

His vision became more and more blurred, and in a trance, Lao Zhou seemed to see himself teasing his son with a drum, and the cry of "Daddy" was so clear and cute.

After exhaling his last breath, Lao Zhou's head drooped, so unwilling and so painful.

Lao Zhou died, dying in front of his own eyes, Shi Dayong was in agony.The six hundred Changping soldiers were recruited by him himself, and they were all from his own village. If any one of them died, Shi Dayong felt miserable and felt more and more self-blame.

He promised these fellow countrymen that they would definitely live, but now, they are going to die.

"Brothers, I, Shi Dayong, am sorry for you, I am sorry for you!..."

Tears welled up in his eyes again, and the man's cries were heartbreaking.

"Dong dong dong" I don't know how many times I kowtowed, but Shi Dayong never raised his head. He has no face to see these soldiers, let alone their parents, wives and children.