Revised version of light vehicle Sanshang "The Mongolian army's combat effectiveness is stronger than we expected.
Yate Mishi refuses to give up the new auxiliary army and attack alone.
The decisive battle cannot be delayed any longer.
In the first and fourth bids, all generals and soldiers must enter the ambush site tonight. ".
Under the oil lamp, Wen Tianxiang looked at the map and issued the decisive battle order.
"Brothers in the first bid will attack the front to stop the Mongolian army.
Brothers in the fourth bid will attack the flanks.
The artillery battalion will pay attention.
Concentrate all firepower from the beginning to hit the opponent's horses."
"Yes", Zhang Tang, Wu Xishi, Chen Fusong and several low-level officers replied in unison.
Let’s watch the first release of original literature, please keep it for reprinting Everyone had estimated the situation too optimistically in advance, but no one expected that the second target responsible for blocking the attack was actually disabled, general Du Hu was seriously injured, and three thousand brothers returned with less than five hundred.
Plans must change and all personnel must be readjusted.
The location of the decisive battle remained unchanged, and those artillery pieces could not change their positions.
Whether it was the brothers' sharp swords or the Yuan army's ruthless hands that determined the outcome of the war.
In terms of the number of soldiers, there is no comparison between the two sides.
It is estimated that most soldiers will never come back.
No one hesitated.
They had been training for so long just for this moment.
To fight against the new auxiliary army, it is like Song people fighting Song people, which is not a skill.
Only by touching the Mongolian army can you check the knife's fire port.
"Prime Minister, we can still fight again."
Jianghuai Yingying was standing in front of Miao Chun, taking a few steps forward and walking in front of Wen Tianxiang.
The gunpowder smoke on his face has been wiped away, but the blood on his body has not yet been wiped dry.
"We can do that too."
Several generals from the Guards Battalion also stood up and volunteered.
"If you don't go, take a rest and prepare for reinforcements," Wen Tianxiang said with a smile, and then added, "If there is a problem on the front line, the Jianghuai Battalion will implement the fourth plan."
"Prime Minister", all the generals stood up.
The fourth plan is the worst plan before the war, if the Polu army is defeated.
Some of them must evacuate the battlefield and retreat into the mountains to remain as the last kind of fire.
What they will take away with them will be all the training experience, combat experience, weapons manufacturing and inciting the people in the past six months.
"Stop talking anymore, the whole Shaowu is watching us.
If the fourth plan is implemented, the main personnel of Xiaozi's supply camp, all the staff and the injured General Du Hu must withdraw into Baizhangling."
Wen Tianxiang saw Looking at Miao Chun, his voice was calm and strong, "General Miao, can you carry out this order?"
Miao Chun, a man who could fight with iron, suddenly choked up and saluted Wen Tianxiang with tears in his eyes.
Wen Tianxiang smiled and pulled down Miao Chun's arm.
He punched him lightly on the shoulder and said, "It must be done.
There are some things that you can do more conveniently than me.
Take your battalion and go back to sleep."
"Yes" Miao Chun stood at attention, saluted, and ran out quickly.
He understood the meaning of Wen Tianxiang's last words.
Wen Tianxiang is the focus of the world's attention.
As the Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty, every move he makes must be marked with the Song Dynasty and be considered by the court.
Therefore, in this blocking battle, the Polu army had to fight.
One of Wen Tianxiang's recent responsibilities is to attract the Yuan Dynasty's power and create opportunities for the imperial court to go ashore.
But Miao Chun doesn't have to, and low-level officers don't have to.
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They don't have so much burden on their shoulders.
They can have more opportunities to choose how to fight, which is more beneficial to their own development.
"Okay, let's go."
Wen Tianxiang waved his hand and walked out of the Chinese army's tent first.
The torches formed a long dragon in the night sky, Thousands of Polu soldiers quickly moved through the mountain road.
Countless villagers carrying food, grass and baggage followed them out of the mountains and towards the direction of the Mongolian invasion.
"Report, Prime Minister, General Xiao is back and has brought reinforcements," a cavalryman quickly caught up at the foot of the mountain and shouted to Wen Tianxiang.
"Reinforcements," the generals turned their heads in surprise.
This was the first time they had heard this word spoken since the Battle of Southern Jiangxi.
It was really new.
"We have two lines of reinforcements rushing here.
They hope to annihilate Yate Mishi and Shanxia."
Xiao Mingzhe laughed and rushed over, his face covered with sweat.
Behind him, countless soldiers swarmed and followed quickly.
The clothes are ragged and the weapons are crude, but the fighting spirit is high.
Two red lines, along the map, fell gently on the battlefield like flying giants from the sky.
In a game of chess, two more particles suddenly appeared.
The whole land of Fujian shook.
Yatemi sensed the potential danger intuitively.
Since breaking through Thorny Ridge, the Yuan army has not encountered any harassment.
The unprepared Polu army disappeared quietly like water falling on the beach, disappearing so that no trace could be seen.
There is a crisis hidden in those rolling mountains.
Even in times of war and chaos, the road should not be so quiet.
Starting from Jianning, on the way for more than fifty miles, Yate Mishi's troops did not encounter a single refugee, nor did they see a single family left behind.
All the houses were empty, and not even the wild cats and dogs roaming around among the cottages were seen.
The surrounding areas were surprisingly quiet, so quiet that it made people feel chilly.
The feeling of panic spread in the army.
Without waiting for the commander's order, the team moved slower and slower.
For the first time, the Mongolian army and the new attached army were so closely parallel, relying on each other.
Wen Tianxiang's troops had less than 5,000 capable warriors, and the rest were all surrendered soldiers who had been added to the team after defeating Shao Wu.
This was Yate Mishi's judgment on the enemy's combat effectiveness before entering Shaowu Army's territory.
At the moment, he still believes that his judgment on the number of enemy troops is correct.
However, if the people of the Ministry of Education, like the dead soldier Page Te Mi of Thorn Ridge, know what the final outcome will be.
The scouts at the front responsible for inquiring about the enemy's situation have not returned since they were sent out in the morning.
The two groups of cavalry sent to the rear to contact the grain and grass supplies also disappeared into the mountains.
Li Yingbu and Wu Zhongbu, who are supporting the situation, don't know where they are now.
Wang Jiweng, who had agreed to come to the battle, had no news.
Zhang Zhensun, the new general of the vassal army, was more hesitant than Yettemi.
The curare poison on his head had spread, and his whole face felt as hot as a familiar one.
Days and nights in Guangzhou appear before my eyes.
Watching, Guangzhou was won and lost again, and the battle flags were changing on the city wall.
The Yuan army attacked Guangzhou for the first time.
Guangdong Economic and Strategic Envoy Xu Zhiliang led everyone to surrender and sent Liang Xiongfei to contact them.
Alhaya appointed Liang Xiongfei as the envoy of Guangnan East Road, causing the Song people to kill each other.
Later, Xu Zhiliang seemed to regret it again and sent generals to stop Liang Xiongfei from going south.
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Li Xingdao, the judge of Quan Tong, and Huang Jun, the general of the destroying front army, led the troops and refused to fly to Shimen.
Li Xingdao surrendered before the battle, and Huang Jun was defeated.
Xu Zhiliang abandoned the city and fled.
Liang Xiong flew into Guangzhou and appointed everyone with his will.
Huang Jun refused to become an official and was killed.
Zhao Shu and Xiong Fei, the leader of the civilian army, attacked Liang Xiongfei in Guangzhou.
Xiong Fei escaped, and everyone killed Li Xingdao, and Guangzhou was recovered for the first time.
The Yuan army attacked Guangzhou again.
Song Jiangxi's envoy Zhao Shu abandoned Guangzhou and fled.
His deputy envoy Fang Xing also ran away and his whereabouts are unknown.
The Yuan army entered the city and massacred it for a day.
Subsequently, the main force of the Yuan army returned north due to civil strife.
I was the envoy of Guangdong at that time, and led the troops to regain Guangzhou for the second time.
When they entered the city, the expressions on the people's faces were numb, and there was no expression of happiness at all.
Last year, Dachun led hundreds of thousands of troops to surround Guangzhou, and he had to surrender, not only for the sake of Guangzhou no longer being ravaged, but also for the sake of his wife and children at home.
Dachun demolished the city of Guangzhou and turned all the defenders into new vassals.
Then, Dachun detained the generals' families and asked them to go to war with Ye Te Mi.
Everything is over, Zhang Zhensun thought drowsily.
At that time, I also imagined that if the main force of the Song Dynasty could come to Guangzhou again, how would they cooperate internally and externally?
Unexpectedly, it ended so soon.
If future generations write history, which one is greater is the success of regaining Guangzhou, or the mistake of surrendering without a fight.
Or the Mongols won the world, granted themselves a title, and rewarded themselves for dying in Shaowu Sometimes life is really ironic.
The stretcher stopped and stopped beside a wide stream.
Several soldiers brought cold water, moistened the towel, and gently covered Zhang Zhensun's face.
"Where are you?"
Zhang Zhensun asked in a low voice, his lips full of blisters moving.
"I don't know, there are two streams in front that meet together."
Private soldier Lei Dong replied in a low voice.
He was Zhang Zhensun's personal guard.
Seeing Zhang Zhensun walking toward death, his heart ached like a knife.
It was already evening again, and the army had not gone far this day.
The road ahead narrowed again at the intersection of the streams.
The soft land on the river beach was not suitable for the cavalry to move quickly.
The soldiers did not want to leave.
With the support of his own soldiers, Zhang Zhensun struggled to stand upright on the stretcher and looked around.
The setting sun had already dyed the sky red.
Red clouds lay low on the forest in the mountains.
He knew this place, having been there a few years ago.
The city I passed this morning was called Jianning.
Yate Mishi refused to put himself down there.
In the morning we walked to the intersection of three streams, the terrain is flat and easy to walk.
At this time, the hill on the side is called Centipede Ridge, which is the extension point of Qitai Mountain.
On the left side of the army is Meixi River, and in front is Huangshui "Lei Dong, go and tell General Yate Mishi that you can't stop here."
Zhang Zhensun suddenly woke up and shouted loudly, "Go quickly and tell General Yate Mishi that this place seems to be very flat and not far from the stream.
It is an ideal place to camp.
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So.
But Prime Minister Wen never fights according to the rules.
If he occupies the ridge on the side, he will throw those iron bullets over him from a high position."
Zhang Zhensun suddenly stopped talking.
Lei Dong and several soldiers looked at him, and he looked at Lei Dong.
"Lei Dong, if you go back alive, bury my head on Baiyun Mountain.
Donate a threshold for me in Baiyun Temple for others to trample on, and atone for my crime of offering the city."
Zhang Zhensun fell heavily on the stretcher, holding the soldiers' arms.
Hands, gasping.
Blood gushed out from the corners of his mouth.
There was a sudden flash of fire on the ridge on the side, and more than a dozen projectiles roared into the middle of the camped team, exploding in all directions, and immediately fell to the ground.
Zhang Zhensun tilted his head and closed his eyes.
More shells fell, falling into the middle of the Mongolian horses, exploding into billows of smoke.
To explain: The Drunkard’s Blood Oracle has been published and will be available on Xian.com this month.
That book was written before this one and was an attempt by an alcoholic to change his style. 2.
Regarding shaving one’s head, it is not a reference to military blockbusters.
Rather, it is selected from People's Liberation Army training methods
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