Chinese Eight At Qingdao Fort, the east-route army led by Yue Chicheer received the same "warm reception" as the west-route army.
The warships speeding on the water along the outer sea hit the cannonballs one by one in the middle of Beiyuan's queue.
Before Yue Chicheer could react correctly, the small team of half a million people on the outermost side near the coast had been wiped out.
Suddenly suffering a disaster, the soldiers of the Northern Yuan Dynasty became a mess.
Some people held their heads and ran backwards, while others waved steel knives, raised their bows, and rushed towards the sea.
The Polu army's warships constantly adjusted their side angles, harvesting lives as quickly as possible.
After a while, the water near the shore was stained red with blood.
But the Beiyuan soldiers didn't even see the enemy's face.
"Stay away from the coast, stay away from the coast" shouted Ali Hague, a veteran with ample artillery experience, brandishing his machete.
In fact, without his orders at all, after recovering from the initial panic, tens of thousands of Mongolian and Han coalition troops ran towards the depths of the land in unison.
It took more than an hour for Yue Chiche'er to reorganize his troops.
To his despair, in addition to more than 6,000 soldiers missing in the sudden bombardment, the thirty heavy cannons allocated to him by Kublai Khan were also blown into scrap by enemy warships because they moved too slowly.
Without heavy artillery, the diamond-shaped defense line at the tip of Qingdao, which cuts diagonally from Jiaozhou Bay into the sea and is more than five miles long, became a natural moat.
If the army wanted to jump over this wall, which was not high but thick enough, they could only pile up corpses.
And exhausted, they must always be wary of the small auxiliary forts built against Jiaozhou Bay and facing Qingdao Fort in the distance.
"In my opinion, I might as well go for a sneak attack tonight," veteran Ali Hague said with a humble salute.
In terms of qualifications, he is much older than Yue Chiche'er.
But at this moment, he was the one who had committed a crime, and the other party was a rising star who was vigorously promoted by Kublai Khan.
Therefore, at twice the age of the other party, he could only perform the courtesy of a general.
"In accordance with the opinion of the old general, let's try again tonight."
Yue Chiche'er happily accepted Ali Hague's suggestion, then nodded and warned very politely, "Old general, don't be polite, the younger generation needs the old general's guidance at the moment."
As early as three hours ago, he had a completely different attitude towards Ali Hague.
The Mongols looked down on losers, and their rapid progress for more than a month made it even more difficult for the generals to believe Ali Hague's excuses for failure.
Therefore, when Ali Hague suggested that the army should not covet the flat terrain and get too close to the coastline, Yue Chiche'er just responded with a chuckle.
Now, faced with the bloody facts, he had to reconsider Ali Hague's words of experience.
The summer night came very late, and Yue Chiche'er finally waited for the best opportunity to attack as Ali Hague said.
It was pitch black on the land, and the sea, which was terrifying during the day, was so calm due to the darkness of night that only the sound of the waves was left.
A Han army of ten thousand men, led by Yuan general Zhao Rong, quietly approached Qingdao Fort.
The defenders in the fort were very confident.
Except for the occasional patrol torch on the wall, there was no hidden sentry outside the fort.
Zhao Rong was overjoyed, waved his hand, and ordered his men to speed up their advance.
A barbed wire fence lay silently in front of the team.
There are still more than 200 steps away from the fortress.
After climbing over these barbed wire fences and crossing a few short trenches, the walls of Qingdao Fort are within easy reach.
But these thin iron wires with iron hooks were arranged in a very annoying way, criss-crossing, and no matter how thin the soldiers were, it was impossible to crawl between the two iron wires unscathed.
Once they are pricked by caltrops, their combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced in subsequent attacks.
"Cut him off" Zhao Rong ordered without hesitation.
Two strong men swung their giant axes and chopped them hard on the iron wire.
The heart-wrenching voice of "Pailou" was heard far away.
The iron wire suddenly fell downwards and then bounced back high, not being hurt by the ax at all.
"General, you can't chop in the air.
You have to use scissors to deal with the iron rope."
A soldier who had been a blacksmith came over and reminded him.
It would take an ordinary blacksmith half a year to make an iron wire of such uniform thickness.
I wonder how many craftsmen there are in the Polu Army, but they can actually make so many iron ropes.
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Before Zhao Rong could change his order, a crisp ringing sound came from a distance along the end of the barbed wire fence.
Then, thousands of meteors suddenly appeared in the sky, dragging their long tails straight down.
"Retreat!"
Zhao Rong made a prompt decision and shouted the order.
How could more than ten thousand soldiers and horses react so quickly?
In an instant, thousands of rockets fell on the ground.
The soldiers and horses of Beiyuan who came to attack at night immediately appeared, and they raised their swords and guns in a panic and prepared to fight.
The sound of bow strings, crossbow arrows piercing the air, and musket firing were heard together.
In the trench not far in front of the Yuan army, countless Polu soldiers leaned out and poured bullets and arrows at the Yuan army.
The soldiers of the Northern Yuan Dynasty crowded with each other, pushed each other, and scurried away with their heads in their hands.
Unable to sneak attack on others, they have become easy targets for others.
The oiled rocket only burned for less than half a stick of incense, but the time for this half stick of incense at this moment was as long as hundreds of years.
When the last flame melted into the darkness, the Yuan army, which had retreated two miles away, could no longer muster the courage to attack.
In an unsuccessful night attack, more than two thousand brothers were killed by arrows and spears, and hundreds more were trampled to death by their own robes.
Seeing this, Yue Chicheer, who led the main force behind the vanguard, announced without hesitation that the night attack was over.
Ali Hague was right, the way war was fought had changed.
As a responsible general, Yue Chi Che'er was unwilling to let loyal and brave soldiers risk their lives for his own face before he became familiar with the new combat methods.
At daybreak, news of the thwarted attack by the eastern and western armies spread back to Kublai Khan's golden tent.
After listening to Li Feng and Yue Chiche'er's confession report, Kublai Khan did not speak for a long time.
Three consecutive defeats in one day did not make the 70-year-old Khan lose his mind further.
On the contrary, the anger in his heart aroused by Chen Diaoyan calmed down due to frustration.
The way of war has changed.
After reviewing the nearly seven years of competition between the Yuan Dynasty and the remnant Song Dynasty, Kublai Khan suddenly came to this conclusion.
Almost as soon as Wen Tianxiang rose to prominence, Dayuan sent superior troops and more outstanding generals to exterminate him.
However, Dayuan could only take advantage at the beginning of each battle.
As time went by, superior troops and outstanding generals brought back defeat without exception.
The density of Ye Te is like this, Suo Du is like this, Zhang Hongfan and Dachun are like this, and even I, the Heavenly Khan, have to suffer under the hands of a bandit.
The only one who maintained an undefeated situation was Prime Minister Boyan, but he was the best general in the Yuan Dynasty and led the elites of the entire Yuan Empire.
But his opponent was a little-known young man who was defeated by Li Heng thousands of years ago.
In just a few years, the Mongolian warriors who once swept through the Western Regions and the south of the Yangtze River had unknowingly weakened, so weak that they were even defeated with superior strength.
"Am I really old, or is it that the Immortal God no longer cares about me?"
Kublai Khan asked himself, covering his chest with his hands.
The heavy feeling in his heart made him feel a little breathless.
Changshengtian might have really fallen asleep, a voice told him.
Haidu rebelled and Naiyan rebelled.
These brothers always prevented him from concentrating all his efforts at the critical moment of destroying the Song Dynasty.
This time, he finally gathered all his strength, and news came one after another from the west that the party members were plotting to restore the country.
In Hedong and Hexi, the powerful people who had formed strongholds to defend themselves were foolishly moving.
The thieves who were robbing homes and houses all over the place also gained the courage to plan for Dayuan's military rations.
"This is impossible" Kublai shook his head and whispered.
"This can't be possible" he shouted at the top of his voice.
He is the eternal King of Kings, the Lord of mountains and rivers, and the Master of all people.
No one can stop him from unifying the world, and no one understands the changes in the world better than him.
"The general is incompetent and your Majesty has been humiliated.
Please punish him."
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Yue Chiche'er, who was kneeling on the ground, was frightened to death by the look on Kublai Khan's face.
After working as a coward beside Kublai Khan for so many years, for the first time in his life, he saw such a desperate look on his face.
It was an old man's despair for life and the whole world.
During the raids in Liaodong, Yue Chiche'er had seen this look more than once on the faces of the old shepherd slaves who had been robbed of their cattle, sheep and tents by the army.
But now, among the prisoners and minzhuang who accompanied the army, there were tens of thousands of Naiyan rebels who were captured by the army from Liaodong, with the same look of despair on their faces.
"What are you guilty of?"
Kublai Khan's mind was instantly brought back to reality by Yue Chiche'er.
Looking at his frightened confidant who was kneeling on the ground, he smiled tiredly and said comfortingly: "Get up, you handled yesterday's battle very well.
Even when I was your age, I couldn't do it without defeat.
Go back and order your troops to withdraw to Jiao County.
Let’s stand still for now.”
"Yes, I will thank the Great Khan," Yue Chiche'er said with a heavy kowtow.
"You also get up.
For the fallen soldiers and horses, I allow you to mobilize the people to make up for it."
Kublai Khan looked at the Han general Li Feng who was kneeling on the ground, and the tone of his order was actually gentler than ever before.
"The last general, the last general will thank the Great Khan for his great kindness."
Li Feng paused with sweat dripping.
He was defeated but was not punished, not even a reprimand.
This situation was unprecedented under Kublai Khan.
"You are all my arms," Kublai Khan smiled and said to the stunned ministers in the tent.
"No matter what ethnic group or tribe you are from, I regard you as brothers, nephews and nephews.
As long as you are here, I don't care who rebels or how strong the rebels are."
"There's something wrong with the sweat," Yue Chicheer thought in surprise as he returned to the ranks of generals.
"The Great Khan is the Great Khan.
No matter what happens, he will never be frustrated."
Sang Ge, who is responsible for the army's food and grass and national finance and taxation, has admiration written all over his face.
He had just received a report last night that several routes of military rations had been robbed at the same time.
The amount of food that would arrive on schedule this month was only half of what was expected.
When the attack was blocked and food and supplies were running out, he still had the energy to talk to the soldiers.
This kind of determination was something no one except Kublai Khan could have.
"Starting from today, there will be a five-day truce and the three armies will be gathered in one place.
Five days later, I will personally lead you to attack Guantao Fort.
The thief Chen wants to drag me here, so I will let him see my blade."
Kublai Khan stood up and shouted loudly.
"Your Majesty" the generals were shocked.
Listening to what Kublai Khan said just now, everyone thought he would order to abandon Jiaozhou Bay and turn south.
Who would have expected that the difficulty of the battle would actually arouse the Khan's competitive spirit.
"I have made up my mind, and this order will never be changed," Kublai Khan straightened his short and sturdy body and said loudly.
At this moment, he deeply understood the beauty of the word "lonely family".
The Mongols rebelled, the Han people rebelled, and the Party members rebelled.
Apart from hundreds of thousands of troops, he is indeed a loner.
The best choice at this moment may be to withdraw the troops, but once they withdraw, there may be no chance of sweeping Jiangnan.
Kublai Khan smiled, his face becoming increasingly bleak.
Looking at the generals, he ordered sternly: "From tomorrow onwards, issue swords to the people and prisoners.
When we attack the Chen thieves, let them act as the vanguard.
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The Mongolian army will follow.
I will be behind the Mongolian army and in front of the Han army.
There are Those who retreat will be killed without mercy.”
"Yes" the generals responded with a roar.
The army is short of food and cannot feed the strong people and prisoners, so it is better to consume them first.
If Chen thieves fires on Minzhuang, he will be infamy for Qianqiu.
Once the thief Chen relented and cleared the barbed wire fences and trenches on the road, the soldiers could put the ladder directly on the city wall.
"They are all His Majesty's subjects" Li Guida heard his heart shouting.
Kublai Khan was a man of great talent and strategy, and appointed people on their merits.
Kublai Khan was wise, powerful, resolute and decisive.
Among the emperors and powerful officials he had ever met, no one was as perfect as Kublai Khan.
But Kublai Khan was just an emperor, an emperor who could destroy the entire world for his own sake.
"Just an emperor."
Li Guida suddenly remembered Wen Tianxiang's rebellious words when he mentioned Tang Zong and Song Zu when they were at Baizhangling.
That contemptuous look and his proud posture are still etched in his heart.
One dawn five days later, the soldiers of the Polu Army guarding Guantao Fort saw a strange scene.
Tens of thousands of ragged people with stiff movements, armed with simple weapons, lined up and walked toward them.
After the groups of people were strong, Kublai Khan's woolen cloth rolled up with the sea breeze.
"Go and report to the general quickly."
The soldiers guarding the city turned pale in astonishment.
I had long heard that Kublai Khan was cruel, but I didn't expect that he would actually drive his own people to attack the enemy's defense lines.
Those people were the people of the Yuan Dynasty who had surrendered to him for many years.
"Don't fire, don't fire, the general will be here soon."
In the trench outside the city, the low-ranking non-commissioned officers of the Polu Army shouted loudly, suppressing the raised muskets one after another.
The enemy troops were advancing very quickly, and a group of civilians at the forefront had already entered the range of the fire cannons and squatting tiger cannons.
When General Li Xing, the pacification envoy from Zhejiang and Zhejiang Province, ran to the top of the city after hearing the news, the people were already close to the barbed wire fence.
Several relatively strong men, whose age could not be discerned, raised the knives they had just been issued and chopped at the barbed wire fence with all their strength.
"Du", "Du", "Du" Under the steel knife, the tough barbed wire made an anxious trembling sound.
Finally, it could not withstand such heavy pressure and collapsed into two pieces.
The "human shields" who were leading the charge for the Yuan army were stunned for a moment.
They didn't expect that they were still alive, and they didn't understand why the defenders didn't fire arrows at them.
Push away the wooden stakes tied to the barbed wire fence and continue forward along the gap.
"Fire" Li Xing ordered loudly.
"General" several gunners shouted blankly.
There were more than 30,000 people in front of the barbed wire fence.
They were not soldiers, and they could not even form the most basic combat formation.
One shelling was enough to kill more than half of them.
The people of all ethnic groups who crossed the first barbed wire fence continued to move forward, crossed the ditch, and headed towards the second barbed wire fence.
They pushed away the deer villages and wooden posts along the way without hesitation.
Behind them are the sharp blades of the Mongolian warriors.
At this time, they have only one choice, move forward, move forward, keep moving forward.
"Fire!"
Li Xing ordered loudly, reached out to grab a blunderbuss, and pointed it at the chest of the civilian closest to him.
"If General Chen were here, he would give the same order," he whispered, and pulled the trigger with trembling fingers.
The flint rotated rapidly, creating a series of shrill sparks.
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The muzzle of the gun flashed with light, and two hundred steps away, an old man who was slashing at the barbed wire fence with a knife shook his body, looked at the bullet hole in the Mongolian robe, showed a look of relief on his face, and fell on his back.
"Boom!"
The squatting tiger cannon at the front finally roared, and the dense crowd was rushed out with countless bloody holes.
Beside the bloody opening, panic-stricken people rushed in all directions.
Some rushed to the wings, some turned back, and some continued to move forward numbly.
"Shoot" Yue Chiche'er, the Yuan general who was guarding the formation, gave the order without hesitation.
The archers drew their bows fully and shot the fleeing people to the ground.
Seeing that there was no way to retreat, the people once again rushed to the Polu army's position.
"Fire" Li Xing ordered loudly.
Dozens of artillery roared at the same time, and some of them hit the people who were attacking the camp.
Some of them hit the Yuan army who forced the people to attack the city.
"Fire the gun" Li Guida looked ferocious and pulled the heavy gun rope with his own hands.
This batch of artillery was pointed at the dark trench outside the fortress, where the rogue troops were dealing with the onslaught of the people and could not and could not avoid the cannonballs falling from the sky.
As for whether the inaccurate cannonball would kill his own people, Li Guida no longer considered it.
Kublai Khan was a devil, and he had already boarded the devil's ship a few years ago.
Once this choice is made, you can never look back At the same time, several small forts echoing the main fort on both wings of Guantao Fort were attacked by the Yuan army.
Waves of civilians, forced by the soldiers of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, rushed towards the Polu army's defense line like a tide.
The artillery fire fired by the enemy and ourselves turned red for a long time, and the blood shed by the people and soldiers dyed half the sea red.
The rising sun in summer couldn't bear to watch this tragic scene in the world, so it hid behind the clouds and refused to poke its head out.
The angry flames burned the dark clouds in the sky as red as blood, and under the flaming clouds, the red sea water burned.
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