Nine hundred and twenty-five, the cold icy rain patted randomly on the face
Seeing the troops sent in the city, Wu Gong was very happy.
He believes that he has more advantages in field battles, and siege battles will lead to greater casualties.
As soon as his flag waved, an army immediately stepped forward to fight Gao Meng, the troops attacking in the city.
The two sides were fighting each other, and the military formations collided. You stab me and I stab you with one shot. You can shoot you back and forth.
However, this is not what Zhao Yucheng pursues.
If Gao Meng cannot kill the Song army's defense line, the Song army will completely gain the upper hand, and then the three thousand raid troops will be in danger.
In fact, they are already in danger, and under the fierce counterattack of the Song army, they are gradually unable to support them.
This is a strengthened brigade-level team under the First Division led by Zhao Yucheng himself. The commander was one of the more than 100 people who followed Zhao Yucheng south, named Lin Xun.
Seeing that the war situation was unfavorable and the reinforcements were blocked and unable to come to respond for a long time, Lin Xun secretly said something was wrong and felt that the problem was very serious.
At this time, light rain gradually drizzled from the sky, and gusts of cold wind were blowing, which was very uncomfortable. Lin Xun felt that he could not continue, so he decided to take the troops behind the palace to give more people a chance to escape and move to the west.
There are no enemies there.
So Lin Xun issued an order to ask his deputy general to retreat with more rear troops first and personally lead the front and cut off the back.
The deputy general was unwilling to do so, and was ordered to die by Lin Xun. He had no choice but to lead his troops to retreat from the west and gradually escape from the battlefield.
Wu Gong tried to pursue, but Lin Xun personally led the soldiers to launch a counterattack, and for a moment he could not help Lin Xun.
In a rage, he ordered more cavalrymen to attack Lin Xun's place, causing Lin Xun's personal guard to mess up.
Lin Xun was caught off guard and was surrounded by Wu Gong's personal troops and could not escape.
When he was exhausted, he took a last look at the direction of Nanchang City and launched a final attack.
He swung his knife to cut off a horse's leg, causing Song Bing to fall to the ground and die. He turned around and was hit on the head by a cavalry who was immediately following him, and died heroically.
After Lin Xun died in battle, his subordinates were extremely sad and angry, and they fought with each other with swords.
More than a thousand peasant soldiers behind the palace were surrounded and annihilated by the Song army in the subsequent fierce battle, all of which were killed in battle, and none of them surrendered.
But with their death battle, another part of the peasant army was able to escape and retreat to the westward direction of Yunzhou.
Zhao Yucheng stood on the city wall and watched Lin Xun's troops destruction, gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and his nails almost pierced into the flesh.
But he made the right decision.
Mingjin withdrew his troops and ordered a high retreat that could not break through the blockade of the Song army, which admitted that the peasant army was insufficient in combat effectiveness and failed in tactics.
As time goes by, the light rain tends to develop towards moderate rain. Seeing that the soldiers were wet by the rain, Wu Gong did not forcibly order to pursue him. He stopped when he saw that he was better and ordered to withdraw his troops and sent people to occupy Meiling to serve as a support.
After the First World War, the peasant army lost troops and generals, lost thousands of losses, and their morale was depressed.
Zhao Yucheng had no choice but to stop, closed the city gate, and prepared to fight the city defense, and would never leave the city easily again.
After this battle, Wu Gong gained the upper hand and also tested the lack of field capabilities of the peasant army, so he was more confident to win this battle.
However, things didn't develop as he thought.
This battle was already mid-to-late November of the third year of Hongwu. With the arrival of this rain, the temperature in Nanchang dropped sharply and the cold wind suddenly rose, which was quite a trend of [cold ice rain shooting randomly on the face].
It's wind and rain, so it's naturally difficult to fight in war.
But it would be fine if you just fight a war, but the problem is that Wu Gong’s problem is not just a problem of inconvenience in fighting.
One night passed, a large number of soldiers caught a cold and had a fever, and they couldn't get up in bed.
Another night passed, and more soldiers caught a cold and had a fever, and could not get up in bed.
Wu Gong went to inspect the situation of the wounded and sick, and found that the number of soldiers who were unable to fight increased sharply, and the injured barracks could hardly stay.
Wu Gong found the military doctor and asked the military doctor to give an explanation. The military doctor had no choice but to say that the temperature dropped sharply, and it was windy and rainy. Most of the soldiers were wet yesterday, and the army lacked ginger to drive away the cold to boil water, so a large number of soldiers fell ill and fell down.
"Why aren't there enough ginger? Didn't there be accurate points before the war?!"
Wu Gong found the qualifier and squirted at them.
The quartermaster's face was full of grievance.
"I didn't bring much when I set off. The warehouse behind me said I would make up for it later. I haven't seen it yet. I told you about the matter, but you were in a hurry to send troops, so I didn't care."
Wu Gong thought about it and was speechless.
Because of this incident, he really remembered that before sending troops, the quarantine officer told him that apart from food, many quarantine supplies were not fully equipped.
Wu Gong was in a hurry to send troops according to the order of the Privy Council, so he asked the quarantine officer to arrange for warehouses in Ezhou and along the way to replenish the materials transported from behind, and then he didn't care.
“Not delivered so far?”
"Yes, so far, except for food, nothing else is enough, and it is not enough for all soldiers to use. We have tried our best to provide ginger soup."
Wu Gong was very angry with the answer from the quartermaster, so he immediately wrote an order to let the rear warehouse immediately allocate enough ginger and herbal medicines to treat colds and fevers to support the army.
However, it takes time to get the items in place from orders. Under the control of these bureaucrats in the Southern Song Dynasty, this time may be extended infinitely.
Wu Gong also knew that he needed to wait, so he could only ask the soldiers to change into winter clothes prepared in advance to keep warm, so as to fight against the increasingly declining temperature.
But in the following days, the situation not only did not improve, but instead became more and more intense.
A large number of soldiers caught colds, fevers, and became more and more sick because of the cold, so that Wu Gong had to stop the combat plan and used many barracks as temporary wounded barracks.
However, the Song army lacked military doctors. The army of more than 20,000 people had only 27 military doctors, and they couldn't even care if they vomited.
While Wu Gong anxiously sent people back to stimulate ginger and medicine, he personally investigated why the soldiers were sick so many people. Is it a plague?
It shouldn't be. If it were a plague, it would have been dead long ago, and everyone can't escape if they count.
But why are the people living in the same military camp still jumping intact?
Wu Gong couldn't figure it out.
Until one day when Wu Gong inspected the military camp, he saw a soldier wearing a winter clothes mocking the other three soldiers wearing winter clothes for fear of the cold and useless.
Chapter completed!