Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 433 Don't allow the world to see the white head?
In the afternoon, the battle became less intense.

On the glacier, frozen corpses were still floating on the water. On the other side of the broken bridge, a group of Zhengbai Jian slaves also leisurely set up a military camp, watching from the other side of the river to prevent the Ming army from breaking out from the north. The slave-building army stopped attacking.

Only the Hongyi cannon still smashed at the Ming army on the river bank at a speed of four or five rounds per hour.

Jiannu is also a human being. Even if he was born outside the customs and is strong and strong, he will die if he is stabbed with a knife or a bullet. I never thought that Lu Xiangsheng was such a tough bone. He was killed when he charged, and he was hacked to death when he fought There are nearly 2000 Jianlu troops in the country. Although most of them are Han army flags and slaves under the coat, the real Jianlu died only three or four hundred, but for the sparsely populated Houjin, it is still very impressive. Heartache.

Anyway, the vast majority of the Ming army had already fled, and only a handful remained, surrounded by all sides, unable to fly with wings, trapped for a day or two, and then froze to death.

At this time, the Tianxiong Army was really struggling to the limit. There were less than [-] troops, and most of the positions fell. The left and right wings were occupied by Jiannu. Now it is bombarded from three sides. In the severe cold, there is no firewood to keep warm. A group of people can only huddle together to keep warm, and they have to be careful of the shells flying above their heads from time to time.

If it weren't for Lu Xiangsheng, this army would have collapsed long ago!
But even with the support of Lu Xiangsheng's loyalty, this army is on the verge of collapse. It has no food or clothing, and there are few firearms left in the fierce battle. Every minute and every second is suffering, and it may be completely coerced at any time. scattered.

A real famous general will never give up until the last moment, and Lu Xiangsheng is the same. He has no choice but to blow up the bridge. There are strong enemies in front, and pursuers in the back. This Haoshui bridge is not only a way of life, but a shortcut to hell , Once the morale of the retreat is vented, once the sergeants flee backwards, they will no longer be able to hold back. At that time, the Zhengbai flag behind and the slave army in front of them will attack two by two. I am afraid that not even 300 people will be able to go back alive. , Saarhu battle, isn't that how the defeated Ming army was almost wiped out in the ice and snow?

But now, it's just a matter of lingering and living a little longer.

His eyes were bloodshot, he didn't care about the cold, and under the oncoming artillery fire, Lu Xiangsheng patrolled the camp non-stop, boosting morale with loyalty and righteousness to the country. Everyone knows that the time of death is approaching, and there is no escape!
The bombardment lasted all afternoon, the vans were torn apart and swayed to and fro, and they were no longer in formation, the artillerymen were also casualties, and the army of Jiannu soldiers on the opposite side seemed to be tired from fighting. The west bank of the water finally returned to tranquility, leaving only the sound of the rushing water of the broken glacier.

Taking advantage of the darkness, the Tianxiong Army finally made a last-ditch effort to save themselves.

The wooden boards of the van were removed, tied up with broken ropes, and made into a rough raft. More than a dozen selected warriors tremblingly pushed on the ice, and the sergeants kept looking around nervously. Every time the raft scraped and hissed against the ice, it gave them a thrill.

He was also shivering from the cold, but Yang Tinglin, the sixth grade praise painting, still maintained the last bit of character of a scholar. He pushed the raft to the edge of the water, resisting his trembling hands, and Yang Tinglin bowed and swung down solemnly. Lu Xiangsheng promised.

"Don't worry, Marshal, even if the students learn how to cry Qin Ting, they will bring Gao Qi's submerged reinforcements back!"

The Tianxiong Army's way of life is also here. If the Guanning Iron Cavalry forces the Jiannu on the east bank of Zhangshui to retreat, uses artillery fire to cover it, and rebuilds the Haoshui Bridge, the last remnants of the Xuanfu Army may still have a glimmer of life. This is the last life-saving straw.

But Lu Xiangsheng didn't seem to have that much confidence, he put his hands on his shoulders heavily, and after a while, he let out a long sigh.

"Boxiang, if something can't be done, you too, don't come back!"

"Commander! Is Yang Tinglin the kind of person who is greedy for life and afraid of death? Don't worry, Commander, even if I put a knife on his neck, I will force him to send troops to rescue him!"

Yang Tinglin became anxious immediately, and shouted anxiously. Lu Xiangsheng couldn't help sighing again when he heard it, and finally helped him heavily on the shoulders, and told him silently.

"Take care all the way!"

"Master, take care!"

Persisting in bowing down again, Yang Tinglin really felt like the wind was blowing and the water was cold. He strode onto the raft, and immediately the guards also got on their knees. A group of people paddled the boards against the water, and carefully rowed to the opposite bank.

Most of the floating corpses that died of freezing were washed away by the river and fell into the ice cave below, but there were still some floating on the water. The hard ice corpses collided with the raft, making bang bang sounds from time to time. The people's hearts were pulled, for fear of being discovered by Jiannu on the other side.

With a river surface of tens of meters, the river was successfully crossed. For fear of being discovered, the raft was directly stuffed under the ice, crouching, and a Ming army surrounded Yang Tinglin, and quickly walked southeast along the steep river bank to Jize. He ran, but the scholar, with weak bones, ran for more than 100 meters. Suddenly, Yang Tinglin's feet gave up, and he fell to the river bank with a thump, and his whole body plunged into the heavy snowdrift among the reeds on the river bank.

Before he could struggle, he suddenly heard the sound of thumping on the bank of the river. Immediately, Jiannu yelled Manchu loudly. The sergeant who originally wanted to save him was horrified, but instead scattered like birds and beasts, and fled along the river bank in panic When he got up, his head was stuck in the snowdrift, his face was freezing, but Yang Tinglin was so shocked that he didn't dare to move.

On the bank, I heard the sound of galloping horseshoes, yelling in terror, the buzzing of shooting arrows, and the screams of dying. He muttered something contentedly, and then there was the heavy friction sound of the horse dragging something.

After being stuck in the snowdrift for more than ten minutes, when the river bank finally returned to dead silence for a while, Yang Tinglin covered his face with difficulty, got out of the snowdrift, and staggered towards the south.

Jiazhuang is [-] li away from Jize, but it's hard for him, a scholar, to run for several hours to get there. Unlike Jiazhuang's hellish battlefield, Jize is obviously a paradise, and the entire Zhuangzi was requisitioned by the Liaodong Army. , the Liao army from the east of Liaodong wore half-new cotton-padded clothes, and they were comfortably roasted by the fire in the folk houses in Zhuangzi. , and roasting more than a dozen unfinished pigs and sheep.

The patrols lazily wandered back and forth, there was really no smell of war here, and a dozen soldiers were still leaning on the edge of the camp, happily swiping money and playing dice. Just looking at this military camp, it is really hard to imagine a The enemy army has reached the heart of the country, and is still burning, killing and looting less than fifty miles away.

"who!"

Panting like a cow, he ran to the side of the barracks tens of meters before the patrolman lazily came out with a spear and asked.Finally seeing Daming's armor, regardless of physical fatigue, Yang Tinglin rushed forward excitedly, caught off guard by the collar of the patrol leader, and shouted hoarsely into his face.

"I am the head of the military department, the supervisor Qin Wang Bingzan painted Yang Tinglin, I came from Jiazhuang, and I have an urgent military situation to meet with Eunuch Gao!"

These days, the civil servants are in charge of the family. He is an official, and although he is dressed in tatters, he is still an official robe. A few soldiers were really taken aback, leaving two people to watch him, and the rest of them hurried He ran in and reported.

But while Yang Tinglin waited eagerly, the soldier who reported the report came out with a nose that was not a nose, and a face that was not a face. When he saw Yang Tinglin, he shouted impatiently: "Elder-in-law is asleep, no outsider!"

"I'm not a guest! I'm an emergency military envoy!" Yang Tinglin was so angry that his eyes almost popped out, and he pulled back the collar of the patrol chief and growled.

He was scolded at first, and he was so angry that the burly Liao leader simply pushed out impatiently, and directly threw Yang Tinglin on his back.

"What a bitch! Eunuch says he won't see you, so he won't see you. Hurry up, or else I'll treat you as a slave and spies, and cut off your dog's head!"

Throwing it out, the patrolling soldiers went back resentfully.After finally getting up from the ground, the Jinshi scholar roared and rushed in again, but the door just happened to be closed. The Liao soldiers who played dice simply closed the gate of the camp impatiently, and grabbed the wooden fence door , Yang Tinglin hissed to the inside in a heart-piercing way.

"Eunuch Gao! Marshal Lu and the lives of thousands of soldiers are all in your hands! Student Yang Tinglin, please send troops to fight!!!"

That voice was as shrill as a ghost threatening his life, and like a cuckoo weeping blood!

However, even though he shouted hoarsely for half the night, there was still silence in the Liao army barracks, except for the shouts of rolling the dice and the occasional clanging of soldiers who woke up at night, no one even looked at him.

After all, the sun still climbed lazily from the horizon, but the pale sunlight was like a urging talisman. After shouting all night, Yang Tinglin, whose voice was hoarse, turned blue and purple, turned to face the northwest direction with his back to the sun, and screamed again. Weeping and kowtowing.

"Mr. Lu, the student is sorry for you!"

Fifty miles away, Jiazhuang battlefield.

The sun is really a reminder. As the sun rises, the killing machine that has been silent for a night on the opposite side, the slave camp is also active again. Puffs of cooking smoke rise from the camp, and the Jurchens can be heard gnawing. The fleshy bones roared excitedly, and after a warm and full meal of the livestock food looted from the land of the Ming Dynasty, the rapid war drums roared again.

"Marshal, Jianu is about to attack!"

The voice was crying, and the Tianxiong Army President Qian, who had been lying on the front line, ran over with a crying voice. Hearing the anxious report, Lu Xiangsheng, who had been looking at the other side of the Zhangshui River for a whole night, finally turned his head. , but he didn't say anything to the expectant eyes of his subordinates. Instead, he bent down and pulled out the big knife that was stuck on the ground!

(End of this chapter)