Vow to die at the end of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 59 Prelude to Siege
The flags are flying, boundless, with swords and guns like a forest, and the cold light is dazzling. Outside the city wall of Yingshan is already a world of soldiers.

Qiu Tianxing stood at the top of the city and looked around, only to see a sea of ​​people and tents everywhere.The screaming of people, the neighing of horses, and the sound of hammers beating on the fence, seemed to converge into a murderous aura, rushing towards Yingshan County.It made many groups tremble and their mouths were dry.

"The number of people is endless! The ancients did not deceive me. No wonder many people can't tell the difference between tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands! In fact, there are as many tens of thousands as hundreds of thousands. There are only a few who can fight directly. People, the rest are just waving the flag and shouting." Qiu Tianxing felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

At this time, he saw that the morale of the regiment members around him was a little low, so he laughed loudly.

"Hahaha! Tartars are nothing more than that. The Sage of Bing said, 'Ten besiege them, and five will attack them'. Now there are only [-] Tartars, which is less than [-]% of our security regiment's army. How dare you to try it with such a disparity in strength? Attacking my city, how can this battle be undefeated? My security team will definitely win!"

The regiments around Qiu Tianxing passed on Qiu Tianxing's words to those who didn't hear them, and finally Qiu Tianxing's words were spread as "We have tens of thousands of people, and the enemy only has [-], what are you afraid of him?"

So, the stone in my heart was slightly moved away, and the members of the group also felt that there were too many people, so they were afraid that there would be few people?Many also secretly laughed at themselves for being too timid.Some regiment members who had just joined the regiment and had not received strict organizational discipline education even took off their pants and peed in the direction of the enemy, swearing dirtyly.This kind of action won the applause of the companions around, so these people worked harder.

In front of the enemy, as long as they are not afraid of the enemy and do not fight, the officers will turn a blind eye, not to mention that this kind of behavior can also increase their morale?As a result, there was a sound of jubilation on the city wall.

Seeing this situation, Qiu Tianxing was very satisfied, and his army was ready to fight.

It's just that the high-level people around Qiu Tianxing know that wars are not based on numbers alone, and those with a large number may not necessarily fight against those with a small number.Just like a team of ten peasants may not be able to beat a soldier who is skilled in swords and horses.The combat effectiveness, equipment, logistics of individual soldiers, the commanding ability of the commander, the posture of the grand strategy, the morale of the army, etc., are all related to the victory or defeat of the war.

Although there is no war that must be won, there are many accidents in the outcome of the war, and who wins and who loses can only be known after the fight.But no matter how you look at it, the Tartars have a very high chance of winning.Although there are many people on our side, most of them were farmers not long ago.The opponent is a professional soldier.There are very few armored soldiers on one's own side, but there are a thousand armored soldiers on the other side.There are no qualified officers on one's own side, and most of them are generals from among the dwarfs, and the brave and aggressive serve as grassroots officers, while the other side has many qualified officers who have participated in many battles and survived.blah blah blah, everything points to this not being a war of equals.

Zhang Hesheng, Zhou Zhen, Liu Jincai, and Zhang Zhuangcheng all expressed concern about the outcome of the war, and they wholeheartedly hoped that Qiu Tianxing would take the League Central Committee and the School of Political Affairs of the Military Academy to relocate to a safer place in southern Henan.

It's just that Qiu Tianxing is still going his own way at this time.Attacking the strong with the weak can win a thousand times but not lose once.This is the battle of the security team's rebirth from the ashes, and it must be put to death before being reborn!
After sweeping his eyes over several senior executives under his command, Qiu Tianxing continued to look forward.At this time, the enemy troops from afar were still camping calmly.General Song Shen saw that the gate of Yingshan City was closed, and the security team showed no sign of attacking the camp.So after deploying a small number of army defenses, the rest of the troops began to set up camp a mile away from the city.

This march, Song Jilin felt that there was only one word - tired.The endless harassment, such as digging roads, or strange noises in the middle of the night; and the swift removal of people and animals, not only did not leave a grain of food in the end, even the mouth of the well was blocked.Even if he found villagers who hadn't escaped in time, looking at their hostile eyes, it seemed like a knife had been cut on him.This made Song Jilin very uncomfortable. When did these ordinary people who were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered have the idea of ​​​​resisting one day?In the past, two or three soldiers under his command could wipe out a village.Since Song Jilin was not feeling well, these people would not be able to survive.Therefore, along the way, the road blockage, food shortage and killing people really delayed a lot of time, and also made the morale of the army a little low.

"After breaking the city, don't seal the knife for three days!" Song Jilin repeated his promise again.

Gold, silver, food, beauties and slaughter are ahead, as long as the city is broken, everything will be there.The eyes of many green battalion soldiers began to turn red, and the mountain of wealth seemed to be within reach.

An army of [-] was not enough to besiege from all sides, so Song Jilin decided to attack the south gate mainly, and feint the remaining three gates.

After setting up camp, it was already past noon, and after a quick and simple lunch, the Tartars were ready to attack.

"Food and wine after breaking the city!"

"After breaking the city, the beauty kneels down!"

"After the city is broken, it is like a mountain of gold and silver!"

In the 20th year of Chongzhen, also the first year of Yongli, on the first day of September in the fourth year of Shunzhi, the defense of Yingshan officially started.

After a burst of passionate drumming, the Tartar army slowly drove out of the camp.In front of the main army are four thousand village warriors with cloth bags on their backs, the central army has one thousand armored soldiers, and the rear army has two thousand guards. camp.

At some point, the wind suddenly blew up, as if the aura of too many people gathered together caused air convection.The strong wind made the flags roar, which further exaggerated the atmosphere before the battle.

Song Jilin rode on the horse, looking at the army around him, and then at the small city not far away, his heart suddenly felt proud.

He pulled out the saber at his waist and pointed forward.Immediately, the flag was waved, and the flag was unfurled, the drums were thunderous, and the sound of dull footsteps rumbled forward.

When approaching the moat, some village braves dug soil and put it in their pockets.Then another group of Xiangyong who received bamboo sticks rushed forward with these bags on their backs.They only need to throw these bags into the moat, and after collecting two bamboo sticks in two rounds, they can have a day's rest.

But it's not easy to fill up the moat. The security team won't let them fill up the moat in a leisurely manner.

Just when the Tartar army drove out of the camp, the security team suddenly became tense.Rolling logs and stones were piled up behind the female wall, and fiery iron pots were placed to boil gold juice every ten steps. Those crude wooden arrows without iron arrowheads but sharpened heads were also bundled together. On the parapet, quietly waiting for the masters to pick them up and shoot them out.

As the two sides approach, a feast of blood is about to begin.No matter who wins or loses, the plants here will grow very well next year.

(End of this chapter)