Nanming Engineer

Chapter 221 The Tartars Are Here
On April [-]th, the first year of Longwu in the Ming Dynasty, outside the city of Hanzhong.

The smoke covered the sky, the sun was covered by a pile of dilapidated shield cars and a huge nest car with only a wooden frame left, the corpses scattered all over the mountains and plains lay lying down everywhere, and the tall and majestic city walls were several Some rough wooden fences stood there, and the rising sun in the sky was almost blocked by the black smoke billowing into the sky. The bleak sunlight shone down from the gaps in the clouds and mist, reflecting on the blood-stained walls and the ground. The strong smell of blood in the room all reflects the bloody battles that have taken place here these days.

The Great Western Army's siege of Hanzhong has entered the tenth day. Countless Great Western Army soldiers have left their lives under the city, but Yongchang Emperor Zhang Xianzhong, who lost his adoptive son Ai Nengqi, did not back down, and went crazy to Hanzhong City, which was waiting for the battle. Wave after wave of attacks were launched, regardless of casualties, and people's lives were poured into Hanzhong like a tide, and then they were smashed into ashes on the top of the city.

He Zhen's life was not easy either. For the past ten days, he put on his helmet and armor every day, lived and ate on the top of the city tower in full armor, led his own soldiers to put out fires everywhere, and rushed wherever he was in a hurry. On the top of the city, he led the guards to fight and fight.

Both sides are red-eyed, and it depends on who can't stand it first, and collapses under the tremendous pressure.

"Kill!" Liu Wenxiu waved the long knife in his hand, and let out a hoarse howl that seemed to come from the chest. Behind the shield chariot broken by the flying stones, he put his shoulders against the shield chariot and pushed forward with all his strength.

"My lord, we can't go up anymore. Most of the brothers are dead. If we continue to fight, we won't even have a foundation!" A general of the personal guard hugged his waist tightly and shouted desperately: "Even if we want to go up to fight to the death, You should also let me go, my lord, please stay first!"

"Please stay, Your Majesty, and let the young men go up and fight to the death!" A group of guards surrounding him shouted in unison, holding up shields.

"Fart!" Liu Wenxiu said angrily, her bloodshot eyes were full of fury: "My brothers are all dead, I can't avenge him, you're still a fart prince! Get out of the way for me, who the hell will stop me!" For me, I chopped him off!"

Before he finished speaking, there was a sharp whistle in the air, and a short spear fired by a bed crossbow accurately hit the remaining half of the thick wood board of the shield vehicle with a violent impact. The huge force pierced the entire shield vehicle. It was so transparent that it turned a soldier who was close to the thick wood into a blood gourd and nailed it to the wooden board. Liu Wenxiu was hit on the head by the flying wooden board. With a muffled groan, he fell backwards, with blood on his head. Passed out.

"My lord, my lord!" The guards were shocked, they hurriedly used their shields to protect Liu Wenxiu, and retreated hastily. Following Liu Wenxiu's injury and coma, the first attack of the Western Army on this day was defeated as usual.

A wave of soldiers quickly left the city, leaving behind thousands of fresh corpses.

On a small hill ten miles away from Hanzhong City, there are layers of cavalry surrounded. Up and down the mountain, heavily armored guards are densely packed, guarding the hill. On the top of the hill, a huge bright yellow flag flutters in the wind. There are two huge "Daxi" characters embroidered in black characters on it, and a group of people stand under the banner, looking up at the scale of the battle in the distance.

"Father, the second brother seems to have stepped back." Sun Kewang stared at him for a long time and said sadly.

The Daxi generals standing behind all had their brows tightly furrowed. Zhang Xianzhong angrily ordered to attack the city as soon as it was dawn. After ten consecutive days of all-out attacks, Hanzhong City was still standing, and there was still nothing left. It was done with the help of foreign aid. This is simply a great shame for Zhang Xianzhong. Since the rebellion of Gucheng, the Daxi Army will destroy every city. It has never been so helpless to take an isolated city. Ai Nengqi was congratulated on the first day Zhen's plan to kill him made him even more angry, so he dispatched troops today, and he directly asked Funan Wang Liu Wenxiu to bring his soldiers into battle.

"There is no news about the insiders who sneaked in earlier in the city, and there is no signal action, so they may have been washed." Wang Shangli added worriedly, and glanced at Zhang Xianzhong's face.

After the two of them finished talking, the mountain top fell into a deathly silence. The emperor was in a fit of anger. If he said too much, he would lose his words. This man wanted to kill someone in a fit of rage. No one dared to talk nonsense, for fear of offending Zhang Xianzhong. scale.

"Hopefully, you go and replace Wenxiu." Zhang Xianzhong's sallow face showed no expression, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he said coldly: "Your fourth brother was killed by He Zhen, go up and give him a hand." Daxi has a long face!"

Sun Kewang's expression was awe-inspiring, and he clasped his fists and said solemnly: "Your servant takes orders!" Flicking the cloak behind him, he strode down the hillside.

As soon as Sun Kewang left, an officer hurried up from the bottom of the mountain, he almost walked and ran, his feet flew up to the top of the slope, he couldn't even take care of his breath, he knelt down in front of Zhang Xianzhong in a few steps, and shouted: "Your Majesty, the scouts are urgently reporting!"

Zhang Xianzhong took a look at him, recognized him as the scout general in the army, knew that he came in a hurry, he must have something to do with the Tartars, his heart became more and more irritable, but his face remained cold, he only uttered one word: "Speak!"

"The big group of Tartar soldiers and horses have passed Yangzhou, only fifty miles away, and stopped at Chenggu!" The scout general said eagerly, the sweat on his face could not stop flowing down: "The final general will look at the number of them, about There are hundreds of thousands of horses and chariots, and more than half of the riders."

There was a sound of gasping on the top of the slope, everyone looked at each other, and each saw a look of fear in each other's eyes. There are nearly [-] Tartar soldiers, and more than half of them are cavalry. Can we resist?
"Who is leading the troops?" Zhang Xianzhong continued to ask in a cold voice, his tone was calm and free, without any tone of panic, which made everyone feel a little more at ease.

"The Tatars are very good riders. The sons dare not approach them, and they don't know the Manchu banner. They only saw a yellow banner with the words "Prince Su" written on it from a distance. It should be Prince Hauge of the Tartars as the general." The scout quickly replied. .

Zhang Xianzhong's face twitched, but he reacted quickly, and immediately recovered his indifferent expression, and said: "Got it, you go down."

After dismissing the scouts, Zhang Xianzhong turned his gaze back to Hanzhong City, squinted his eyes and fell silent for a while, then murmured to himself: "The tartars are here, but they are not in a hurry to rescue Hanzhong. What do you want to do at such a distance? Is it a battle of stones in Shanhaiguan? Hehe, I can't compare with that Li Zicheng!"

He yelled violently: "Send an order to ask King Pingdong to stop sending troops, take back the troops, and return to the camp!"

There are messengers on the top of the slope standing by at any time, and someone left immediately with the order, but before going down the mountain, the scout general who had just left stumbled back, with beads of sweat on his forehead, he ran even harder than before. Hurry up a few minutes.

"Your Majesty, urgent report!" He lost his steps and stumbled in front of Zhang Xianzhong, ignoring the great crime of colliding with the holy car, and kept shouting: "The tartars are moving! Come quickly, leave!" It's less than thirty miles away from here!"

"What?" Zhang Xianzhong didn't bother to pretend to be calm this time, his expression suddenly changed, and he said angrily, "Didn't you stay in Chenggu just now?"

"Your Majesty, the Tartars are too powerful to ride. Our people cannot run away and cannot win. As long as they are found by the Tartars, they will be chased and killed. The previous emergency report was delivered by a big bend, and it was delayed. Most of the time, the urgent report is that someone just found out about the movement of the Tartars and escaped desperately, with several arrows stuck in his body, and sent back with his last breath." The scout general said sadly with a weeping voice.

His last few words, Zhang Xianzhong was in no mood to listen, his mind went blank, and he was so shocked that he thought that the Tartars would follow the example of a piece of stone and fight to the death with He Zhen. Like the momentum of thunder, he came straight to himself.

They all blame this damned He Zhen for guarding the Hanzhong like an iron bucket, so they couldn't win. If not, they would win this strong city and fight with their backs. In the past, what if the Tatars cut off the retreat of the Daxi Army by making a detour, and were attacked on both sides?
Zhang Xianzhong was stunned for a moment, and quickly regained his sanity. He had survived countless times in adversity. Chen Qiyu was about to burn him to death and survived. His nerves were as strong as iron wire. When the incident happened suddenly, he also Immediately there is a response.

"The whole army retreats, retreat ten miles, and line up with its back against the camp!" He roared and gave the order.

(End of this chapter)