The Heaven of Eternal Life (Four)

Beihelin did not sleep all night. After a tentative shelling, the Zhenbei Army camp outside the city returned to tranquility. At the end of the strong crossbow, it could not penetrate the silk of Lu, and rushed thousands of miles, and the soldiers who were fighting were also needed to rest. In the city, Tuogustimure fully showed the kingly style and calmly arranged the generals guarding the city to let the soldiers rest in turn, preparing to welcome the fierce battle that began tomorrow morning, and then was hugged by the guards and walked down the city.

"Your Majesty, be careful." I don't know which soldier with no eyes dropped a cloak on the steps of the downtown, and almost tripped Tugus Temur. With quick eyes and fast eyes, Mandu Latu reached his hand to the emperor's armpit and firmly supported him. Tugus Temur patted the general's hand, indicating that he was fine, and tried to straighten his back and walked towards the mount. The stirrup might have been a bit frost because it was too cold at night. Tugus Temur recognized him several times in succession, and his feet slid out. The head guard quickly knelt on the ground and bent down, and used his shoulders as a pedal to carry him on the horse's back.

"Age is old", Tuogus Timur shook his head and sighed in his heart.

After being released, Amur, the garrison general of Beiyingchang, brought a letter of war to Zhenbei Army. In the letter, Zhu Di politely humiliated him. "... The king had a fight with Yingchang and then fought against Qi Helin. Now Beiyingchang has been lost. Zhenbei Army dared not stop the king from hunting. I hope your highness will make plans early to avoid being injured by stray bullets..."

"Long live, let's go. According to my opinion, there are too few soldiers in Helincheng, and I won't be able to defend for long." When I returned to the big tent, an old minister put his advice in Tuogusi Temur'er's ear. The soldiers of the Dayuan were all in the area of ​​Daning, Helin and Yumen. Although Helincheng was strong and there were not enough soldiers, it was a matter of time to be defeated by the Zhenbei Army. It was still too late to evacuate before the opponent was surrounded. The grassland was so big that there was always a chance to make a comeback.

"If you give up, where can I go?" Tuogusi Temur smiled bitterly, threw away the ministers who looked down at each other, and went back to rest. Zhu Di's letter said it well, going north, there are the deep mountains and forests that are rarely visited. The old forests northwards are the sea. A hundred years ago, Mongolian warriors forced a Chinese emperor into the sea. This time, it was time for Tuogusi Temur to pay off his debts.

"Yes, where else can I go?" The ministers wandered under the lamp sadly, occasionally looking up, staring fiercely at Wang Zhongyi, who suggested that Mongolia divide the troops into three groups to attack the Ming Dynasty. It was all caused by this guy. It was not that he and Nairman who had a solid grasp. How could the Beiyuan start the war easily? Yunnan is so far away, it would be lost. Anyway, the tax revenue there cannot be sent to Beihelin. It is said that it is to raise troops to avenge the shame. Now, the Northern Army has come to Wangdu. The commander of the Eastern Army, the nearest here, came to hear the news and return to the rescue, and it would have to go half a month. When he arrived, everyone's head was already on the top of the city.

"I have another way to do it that is not a solution." Seeing everyone resenting themselves, Wang Zhongyi frowned and spoke out his own strategy to get rid of the enemy.

"Despicable", several Mongolian ministers cursed in unison after hearing his plan.

"Only those who are alive can say that they are despicable"! A gust of dark laughter sounded in the big tent, allowing the autumn wind to instantly penetrate the gap in the window, causing coldness to penetrate the bones.

At dawn, even when the war officially began, as the first shell flew out, the grassland chilled in the chilly autumn wind. With a screaming shell, it brushed across the city and landed in the house behind the city wall. It seemed to be stuck by something soft, making a terrifying "swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-sw

The powerful general Li Yao brought his men to the flank of the Ming artillery team, and his ears were buzzing with cannons. The soldiers next to him had just given the other party a shot, and smoke filled the gun. Through the smoke, you can see the busy gunner pushing the gun back to its original position. The red face made a fire break with one gun, and jumped to the ignition hole with one gun, and quickly inserted the fire twist. At the same time, the second gunner and the third gunner cooperated with each other, opened the fire bag, poured the fixed-loaded fire into the muzzle, and tightened it with force.

"Take the gun down two points, okay, just right." Through the quadrant and two-day ruler invented by Peking Academy, the artillery squad leader adjusted the angle. "Ignite the fire and teach the bastard here a lesson. He dares to fight back, see which of our cannons is powerful."

The cannons began to roar again. This time the shells hit the chassis and blew half of the blue bricks on it away. In the telescope, you can see that the Mongolian soldiers hiding behind the chassis could not avoid being hit by shrapnel, and the bodies rolled down the city. The Mongolian artillery on the city was not outdone. The shells flew over like crows, and several soldiers who had not yet dodged were broken on the spot.

Broken bricks and gravel, mud and gunpowder, broken limbs, red blood, how many lives can draw such a picture. When people get used to the roar of artillery fire, the noisy background seems a little quiet. The buzzing sound of birds is vaguely heard in the buzzing ear drums accompanied by the morning breeze, causing the listener's heart to hop.

The rising sun was slowly shrouded in smoke, and grass was constantly lit in the open space between the two armies, igniting into a sea of ​​fire. The black smoke blurred the sight of both sides, and the sound of cannons suddenly stopped. Taking advantage of the gap where the smoke had not dissipated, the soldiers on both sides used all means to cool the hot cannon barrels and prepared for the next round of fighting.

"Turn the fire and shells backwards and put less in front of the formation." Ji Canghai, the chief of the artillery division, ordered that the attack on Beihelin was a tough battle as expected. Although Tuo Sitmuer was so lazy that he didn't even change the name of the new capital, he still called it Helin. The craftsmen who built the city learned the lesson that Gubei City was blown into powder by Zhang Zhengwu and tried every means to strengthen the city wall. The wall made of three-piece soil filled in the middle of the double-layer bluestone was nearly seven or eight feet thick. The defenders in the city could continuously pull up the gravel bags with cows along the slope of the inner city, and the gaps made by the shells could be repaired in an instant.

The Zhenbei Army had suffered losses in siege, and the Zhenbei Army specially surrounded three queu and one, but Tuogustimure refused to abandon the city. More than 50 improved Mongolian artillery doors on the top of the city also posed great danger to the siege troops. The Zhenbei Army's artillery range was farther than the opponent's, but the opponent's condescending advantage just made up for the lack of range. Fortunately, the Mongolian shells were not as good as the quality of the shells, and not many could explode. As long as they were not hit directly, they would not have to worry too much about life. The shells on both sides were not high, and experienced veterans could basically judge the location based on the sound and trajectory of the shells, and try their best to avoid them before the shells arrived.

"Concentrate firepower, and deal with them one", summarizing the lessons of the first round, Ji Canghai came up with a strategy to defeat the enemy. The field cannons of the Zhenbei Army were all equipped with wheels, and a few strong men raised the rear support of the cannon to move the cannon. In contrast, Mongolian cannons fixed on the city can only be honestly beaten.

After the wildfire was extinguished, five and six field artillery approached each other, concentrated their firepower to aim at a cannon on the top of the city wall to bombard it. Several shells were shot out, and the opponent's cannon was hoarse. A series of sounds caused by the explosion of fire shocked the soldiers on the city wall to cover their ears, squat down in pain, and blood flowed from the corners of their mouths.

"Touch", a cannon under the city was hit by the enemy's shells and tilted into pieces on the grass. After several explosions stopped, a large black pit appeared where the cannon was set up. Blood dripped down the pit along the pit, emitting the heat of life gathering at the bottom of the pit to form a pond. On the top of the city, the same blood slid like a stream, dyeing the blue bricks black. This is a fighting style that both sides are not familiar with. The soldiers cannot see each other's dying eyes, and deprive each other of their lives several miles away.

"Is it hurt so much?" Ji Canghai walked to the stretcher of an injured officer and grabbed his twitching hand.

"No, the teacher is inside. Before the Tartars can react, we must attack the city." The officer shook his head, put his hand on his chest, and answered strongly. He was a Huairou man. He studied in Huairou Yixue and held the etiquette of Li Shanping as a disciple. Breaking Beihelin and rescuing the teacher was the goal of all the soldiers of the Zhenbei Army who came from Peking. For this goal, they would rather give their lives.

Ji Canghai tucked the corner of the quilt for the officer, pounded his left chest with his right fist, and made a gesture to relieve him. He turned around and shouted to several regiment leaders: "Grandma, please work harder. Don't let a cannon be left on the city wall before noon today."

Several regiment commanders had long been red in their eyes. This was the first time that the Northern Army artillery had large-scale casualties in history. The commander Shi Fuchun rushed to the front, pushed a gunner away, and personally adjusted the gun position. The shells hit the bluestone outside the city wall in a desperate manner, peeling off the blood from the stone, revealing brand new green stubble. They slid to the corner of the city and exploded, leaving a large pit.

"Come again", Shi Fuchun adjusted the angle, and another shell shot out, which happened to land in the opponent's fire box. Even the gunner and the cannon were sent to the sky, and the flesh and blood splashed like raindrops.

Before he could fire the third shot, the second gunman jumped and threw him to the ground, hugged his waist with both hands and rolled on the ground quickly. With a buzzing sound, Shi Fuchun could not hear anything and could not see anything. When he recovered his vision and hearing, there was only one canister left in the original gun position. Several gunmen were lifted up by Li Yao's subordinates and ran to the back camp quickly.

"Grandma, I'm fighting with you." Shi Fuchun blew the blood on his face and rushed towards a cannon next to him. It was the blood of the second gunner. The young man who sacrificed his life to save him was lying on the cold grass, staring at the pure sky on the grassland with his eyes that had lost their luster of life, and could never close it.

Ji Canghai's judgment was very accurate. He did not fire too much beside the artillery, which reduced the losses of the artillery soldiers of the Zhenbei Army a lot. When the thick smoke from the second wildfire spread in front of both sides, the Zhenbei Army occupied the advantage of artillery battles in a ratio of 2 to 1. The Zhenbei Army concentrated artillery attacks the east of the city, but the artillery on the other three sides of Beihelin could not be brought over immediately. The range of the improved Mongolian artillery by the Hui people was much farther, but the weight was several times higher than the original one.

The advantage is becoming more and more obvious. Later, after a few shots were shot under the city, one shot could be taken above the city. The busy defenders carried sacks and piled bags of gravel on the gaps that the shells exploded. From time to time, some people were blown into the air, and they were not dead yet, and they cried in despair, circling and falling. No one can have time to pay attention to the fear of the disappearance of life in an instant, and no one can have time to consider whether they are the next target of the shells. Amur, the guard general of Beiyingchang, who had made contributions, shuttled back and forth between the city, dancing between death, listening to the deafening sound of cannons beside them, listening to the howling sounds of local cannons falling, and watching

The passionate blood of his own soldiers became more calm and braver. Through the smoke of gunpowder, he seemed to see his home. In the depths of the grassland, the woman crawled under the cow's belly before the sunlight came out and tried hard to milk the cow. The calf in the fence called aggrievedly, protesting that someone had taken away his breakfast. The five-year-old son put on his leather shoulders, spread his legs, bowed down like an adult, and moved back and forth, imitating the wrestler's movements. The little Bartle on the opposite side rushed up without any weakness and grabbed his clothes. The faces of the two children were so red, just like the shells exploded into the ground.

"Stop, boy, I'll give you a pony when I fall down," Amur shouted loudly.

"What did you say, General?" The Mongolian warrior beside him put his hands in his ears and signaled him to speak louder.

"It's nothing, give me a hand and send this bag of fire to you," Amuer replied with a smile. He fantasized about the scenery deep in the grassland, fantasizing about the time when he had never been a general and was just a leader of a small tribe many years ago. At that time, there were also Han people, and most of them seemed to be the ones who were doing business. Their expressions were so humble. In the Dayuan Empire, they were fourth-class people. He always liked to drink some wine. It was really fun to be embarrassed by the strong wine.

"Brother, after drinking, throw the wine bag over." He was almost at the cannon position. He remembered the Han people who had drunk the wine, and when he heard him call him brother, he was flattered. That look, that look seemed to be a little moved, and in an instant, there seemed to be a little warmth.
Chapter completed!