I, Zhu Youjian: the first prodigal son of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 103 It's All About One Breath
On the front line of the North Gate of Dongjiang Town, the battle is in full swing.

On a small hill seven or eight miles away, in front of the big tent of the leader of the slave army, a young man about 20 years old stood with his hands behind his back, watching the battle in Dongjiang Town.

The young man was dressed in fur robes and brocade clothes, and wore a snow-white fox fur hat. He was clearly a nobleman who built slaves, and there was a lot of sternness in his brows.

Accompanying this young man was a 30-year-old man in a Confucian shirt, with a handsome appearance and a burly figure, but he was a Han.

"Wen Cheng, look at Dongjiang Town, can it be broken today?" The young man asked suddenly.

"It can be broken, but it's better not to break it." The man in the Confucian shirt laughed.

"Oh? I'd like to hear more about it." The young man glanced at the man in the Confucian shirt with interest and said with a smile.

"May I ask Azigbeile, do you want a dead city or an iron army?" The man in Confucian shirt pointed at Dongjiang Town and said with a smile: "If you want a dead city, it's not considered a broken city.

If you want a tiger and wolf army driven by my Dajin, you will break the city. "

Azige was silent for a long time, then suddenly smiled and said: "You, Fan Wencheng, are Han, and you are familiar with your Han's military strategy, so you are naturally very thoughtful when considering issues."

"I heard that you had a correspondence with that Mao Wenlong, can you go to persuade him to surrender?"

Fan Wencheng pondered for a while, nodded slightly, and said seriously: "Xiaosheng is willing to go and persuade Mao Wenlong to surrender."

"However, what promise can you give him? Lord Baylor said a basic bottom line, so Xiaosheng can go to recruit him."

Azige chuckled lightly, and said casually: "You just promise him whatever you want, you can't make Mao Wenlong a prince for him!"

Hearing this, Fan Wencheng's face froze, he cupped his hands with a smile, and said, "Xiaosheng understands, Lord Belle, I'll go to appease Mao Wenlong right now."

Azig waved his hand and went straight into the big tent without saying anything.

It seems that he doesn't care about the surrender.

Fan Wencheng didn't seem to care, he rode a war horse and slowly headed towards Dongjiang Town.

He won the attention of the three Great Khans Nurhaci, Huang Taiji and Mang Gurtai, but this Azigbeile had always looked down on the Han people.

Especially look down on him, a Han who voluntarily surrendered to Daikin...

This Han man wearing a Confucian shirt is named Fan Wencheng. His great-grandfather, Fan Rui, was the Minister of the Ministry of War of the Ming Dynasty, and his grandfather was the Tongzhi of Shenyang Wei.

Later, he took the initiative to take refuge in Nurhachi, and was very favored.

Since then, Huang Taiji and Mang Gurtai have obeyed his words, and they are regarded as the head of the Dajin civil servants.

This time, he colluded with the King of Korea to cut off the food and grass of Phi Island, hundreds of warships blocked the sea route, and the strategy of [-] cavalry rushing to attack Dongjiang Town was proposed by Fan Wencheng...

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On the front line of the North Gate of Dongjiang Town, the battle has reached a fever pitch.

Geng Zhongming and Shang Kexi were covered in blood, with multiple wounds on their faces and bodies.

Especially Geng Zhongming, with an arrow stuck in his chest and abdomen, but still gritted his teeth, holding a giant shield in one hand and a long sword in the other, directing the battle with a sharp roar.

More than half of the more than 2000 horses that the two bid for had already been lost.

Seeing that there are a few more waves of charges, the Jiannu Iron Cavalry will break through.

At the gap in the city wall of the north gate, corpses piled up like a mountain, and blood splattered across the river. Everyone persisted, rolled, and struggled in the blood mud.

At this time, the vigor and physical strength of the two sides have actually reached their limits, and the competition is the last breath.

If you hold your breath, you are considered a victory.

Mao Wenlong, who looked like a veteran soldier, looked up at the sky, raised the scarlet flag in his hand, and said in a hoarse voice: "Today, I am very proud to fight alongside you.

If I die in battle, you can live as long as you can, if you really can't live on, come and look for me, Mao Wenlong, under the Nine Springs.

I, waiting for you! "

With a soft 'cha' sound, a long sword was pulled out and held high.

The sword energy is cold.

"This is the Shangfang sword bestowed by the Lord Long Live. It is for me to kill my own people. I have never used it. Today, I will sacrifice the blood of the slaves to sacrifice the long sword of the Son of Heaven."

"Pro barracks, line up!"

"Drumming!"

The long sword in Mao Wenlong's hand was lightly swung down, and nearly a thousand people in the personal battalion quickly lined up.

Raise the shield and retract the spear.

dong dong dong dong!

The drums are beating, the spears are standing everywhere, and the wooden shields wrapped in cooked cowhide are beating, adding to their power.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Mao Wenlong took the lead and charged forward with a limp.

The military battalion followed closely behind, following behind his commander-in-chief with unhesitating steps, only feeling his blood boil, and only wishing to die generously!
Mao Wenlong was very pleased that there were soldiers like this.

The big flag in his hand fluttered in the cold wind, like an ancient monster, it would devour anyone it chose.

"Come on!"

With a roar, Mao Wenlong tore off the commander-in-chief's helmet and threw it on the ground casually. With his disabled and lame legs, he had a gloomy face like a real veteran soldier, and there seemed to be flames flickering in his eyes.

Hearing the beating of drums from the Chinese army, Geng Zhongming and Shang Kexi lifted their spirits.

The rest of the hundreds of people they marked also lifted their spirits.

"It's Lord Mao, it's Lord Mao who launched the charge!"

"Retreat to the two wings and leave a passage for the personal barracks to charge!"

With an order, the Ming infantrymen who were caught in the melee fought hard, repelled the enemy in front of them, and retreated to the two wings like a tide.

In the middle, there is a passage of dozens of steps.

That channel is for charging.

Mao Wenlong led the pro-barracks and began to accelerate.

With a roar, he accelerated again.

When the personal battalion led by Mao Wenlong rushed to the gap in the city wall, it happened to meet a new wave of Jiannu cavalry charge.

"Array!"

"Raise your shield!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Under the cover of a row of huge shields, more than a hundred black spears suddenly stabbed out, killing the dozens of Jiannu cavalry who rushed to the front on the spot.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The shield array forcibly carried the shocking force of the cavalry's charge, and forcibly withstood this wave of charge.

Hundreds of spears came out together, like poisonous dragons spitting out letters, stabbing dozens of cavalrymen to death in a flash.

The sharpness of Jiannu cavalry has been discounted.

As the shield array moved forward quickly, Geng Zhongming and Shang Kexi marked down two infantry and began to attack and kill on the two wings.

Bows, arrows, spears, and firecrackers greeted those slave cavalry with all their might.

After holding so hard for a dozen breaths, the Jiannu cavalry finally let out that breath and retreated like a tide.

"Quickly organize the peasants and rush to repair the city wall!"

Without waiting for Mao Wenlong's order, Shang Kexi ascended to the top, and regardless of the scars on his body, he led the soldiers to quickly repair the city wall.

A civilian repair team prepared in advance also rushed to the vicinity early, carrying various tools and running over, and with the help of soldiers, first blocked the gap with giant logs.

Then, more than 2000 people worked together to throw bricks, stones, pieces of wood, and Jiannu corpses that could be picked up at the gap.

Then, hundreds of common people ran over quickly with buckets in their hands, and poured buckets of warm water on the gap very skillfully.

It was the middle of winter, and the temperature on Phi Island was minus 30 degrees. Just as the warm water was poured on the wood, bricks, and the bloody corpses, a thick layer of ice formed in a blink of an eye.

In less than a meal, the gap in the north gate wall was blocked.

Even though it is only over two feet high, Jiannu cavalry can't get close because of the thick layer of ice on it.

Everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Many people just slumped on the ground, and they were no different from dead people except that white steam was still coming from their mouths and noses.

Mao Wenlong handed over a large flag to a soldier, got on his horse, and walked west slowly.

The battle on Ximen's side is still going on.

(End of this chapter)