Beiyang new warlord

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While screaming loudly, the officers and soldiers pretending to be dead came back to life one after another, shaking off the hoarfrost on their bodies, and hurriedly carried the battle equipment, one officer and soldier gnashed his teeth and blew on the matchlock to put the gun on the crenel. , before the scolding in his mouth could be said, he looked outside the city, but his eyes couldn't help but straighten.

"Damn, it seems that there are a lot more than yesterday!"

"Why are you fighting more and more?"

In his eyes, the pure white Luoyang snowfield was gradually engulfed by the dark waves. These bandit troops were not neat, there was no queue, they were dressed in shabby black clothes, few of them wore armor, and they carried a variety of weapons. Quite a few of them were holding hoes, sickles, dung and forks, and a mess of flags were scattered among them. On the largest side in the center, there was a word Chuang written in black letters on a white background.

But the biggest characteristic of these bandit armies is that they are numerous! They are mighty, inexhaustible! The front army has reached the place three arrows away from the city, and the end is still invisible, as if people from all over the world have come to attack Luoyang.

While the veteran was short of breath, the overwhelming team suddenly stopped in front of the city, and immediately, amidst the overwhelming shouts, they all rushed towards the towering city wall of Luoyang, just like a flood flooding, trying to sweep Luoyang away in one go. The city was washed away like that.

"fire!"

Chapter 449. Breaking down

The battle of Luoyang is also a battle of survival!

Luoyang is not only a heavy city in Heshuo, but also a confluence of resources. Taxes from prefectures and counties along the Yellow River are gathered here, and then transferred to the capital. Materials from Sichuan and Shaanxi are also exchanged here and headed to the Central Plains.

Especially Fu Wang who was sealed in Luoyang, Fu Wang's fields spread all over Henan and even to the neighboring provinces of Shaanxi and Sichuan. It's an astronomical figure.

All of this, in the eyes of Chongzhen's 13-year drought, was the last straw.

If you can grab it, you will live, if you can't grab it, you will die!

It's a pity, after all, people are not tides. After a whole day of impact in the twelfth lunar month of winter, apart from adding countless frozen corpses to the city wall, it also failed to shake the newly built brick and stone city wall of Luoyang, which was built by the founding of the dynasty. Jimin was exhausted. Full of disappointment, Hungry Wolf licked his wound and retreated.

However, it is not easy on the top of the city.

Too many raids!

Just as Sun Chuanting expected, the withdrawal of the Qin soldiers was simply withdrawing for the bandit army! The decision-making mistakes of Emperor Chongzhen and the scholar Yang Sichang left the entire north empty. Luoyang City had three guards who joined Yang Sichang in Sichuan to suppress the bandits. The army, Hong Chengchou went out to break the siege of Jinzhou, and even mobilized the last elite officers and soldiers in the north.

On the tenth day of the first lunar month in the 14th year of Chongzhen, more than 3000 Li Zicheng troops suddenly surrounded Luoyang. Bing Wang Shaoyu came to support with two or [-] people, leaving only the little soldiers and bravery in Luoyang City itself.

Even if Ming Luoyang was far from Tang Luoyang's scale, they were powerless to defend the huge city wall. They were outstretched in the battle of defending the city. Fortunately, Li Zicheng's backbone veterans were almost lost in the battle with Sun Chuanting Even today, even if there are almost 50 people with fighting power like the Eight Banners of the Qing Army, Luoyang City will have to be captured.

It's a pity that there is no such thing as history. This is already the fourth day of the battle to defend the city. The desperate struggle between two groups of poor people made the night of Luoyang belong to the clan, vassal, and big family.

Even though it was a war, it didn't stop these wealthy families, the singing and dancing of the big families was peaceful, even though the gates of the largest brothels and courtyards in Luoyang City were closed, the lights upstairs were still on, and the sound of small tunes was faint The appointment was passed on, the girl sang the song, the scholar chanted poems pretending to be chic, and the words were soft and light when they were close, but when they were far away, they had a ghostly air, which foreshadowed some kind of ominous .

The rich families with lanterns were also having fun inside the gate of the mansion. Unknowingly, the 13th year of Chongzhen has passed, and it’s not yet the first lunar month, and every family is still celebrating that they have lived another year of Michong’s life. He didn't take Luoyang's encirclement at all.

These people are very confident about defending Luoyang City. After all, in the eighth year of Chongzhen, Li Zicheng and Gao Yingxiang once suffered a disastrous defeat under Luoyang City. The Peng Army has never captured such a large city. My dear uncle, can the court not come to the rescue?

Compared with the corrupt life of these wealthy vassals in the center of the city, the people and the defenders have suffered many times.

On the top of the city, the corpses of the Chuangjun who rushed up to fight on the ladder were already frozen with the city wall, and they could not be thrown away. Sitting next to these corpses, the officers and soldiers gasped and rubbed desperately until they were numb. If you follow the military rules of the Ming army, a new set of winter clothes will be issued to the guards in this season, but even the frontier soldiers on the Nine Sides haven’t seen new clothes for decades, let alone These second-line troops, the local guards are in the cold winter, and the sergeants have only passed on a set of linen single clothes, and they can barely keep warm by stuffing straw into the clothes.

On the other side, in order to defend the city, the inspector Wang Yinchang also organized the male residents in the city to guard the city section according to the Baojia division. They did not dare to sleep at all on this cold winter night, so they could only walk along the base of the city wall. Light a fire to keep warm.

There are still some benefits to guarding the city, at least the government is in charge of food. After tossing until midnight, a big pot finally boiled up. In the cold night, there was a rare hot steam. Looking at the fire, a Luoyang male in tattered and thin clothes Immediately, they lined up with bowls and went to fight one by one.

"Thank you, sir!"

The hot porridge poured into the bowl, and a man from Luoyang nodded and bowed, held the bowl and blew on the heat, and then walked back, but within two steps, he was stunned when he looked at the porridge under the firelight. He pulled the spoon twice, looked at the pitiful dozen or so grains of rice in the light rice soup, and with a mournful face, he turned back again.

"Officer, if you didn't get any rice, can you give me another spoonful!"

"It's all the same, if you like to eat or not, get out!"

The police officer in the soap-colored official uniform scolded impatiently, making the man tremble with fright, so he had no choice but to walk back depressed again with the rice soup, and he hadn't reached his own area yet!But he felt the heat on his feet, and with a click, a bowl hit his feet directly.

"Fucking shit! I'm desperately fighting bandits and thieves! A bunch of gentlemen are enjoying themselves in the city to keep warm! This is not enough to eat! Is this called porridge? This is water!"

"Okay, Zhang Lao Wu, the water tastes like rice anyway, it's a hot thing! What do you expect these days?"

In the crowd, there was someone who immediately tried to persuade him, but it seemed that he was really angry, and the one who threw the bowl was still angry, and continued to curse there.

"Your majesty is still hungry! What's the matter? I'll give you my life! Those big clans can't even give me some rice? It's better to work for them than to follow the bandits. Anyway, I heard that they don't have to pay for their food."

Before he finished speaking, the complaining man's mouth was already blocked by an elder who didn't know. Looking around, the hurried reprimand came from the crowd again.

"You kid, why are you messing around outside? Don't kill me? If the adults hear this, they will make you a gangster, and you will have your head cut off on the spot!"

It seemed that he was also afraid, the man's yelling was quiet after all, he shook the rice soup on his feet, the unlucky man also walked back with the bowl and chopsticks, but the few words were deeply imprinted in his heart.

Eat enough! Don't pay!

This cold and difficult night, I just ate such porridge with only a few centimeters, and passed it with my stomach growling. Early in the morning, the Luoyang defenders who finally fell asleep in the cold were once again trapped by their own white blood. The long team kicked up, rubbed their eyes and touched the bows, arrows and firearms wearily, and gathered around the city wall again.

Once again, the dark crowd of Chuangjun came up again, but the veteran who made the sound of astonishment yesterday no longer had the heart to feel the amazement of how many Chuangjun came! crenel.

But it seems that God has added a separate setting for him. If you don’t want to fight, you can’t start a battle. He just blew on the matchlock twice to keep himself warm, but the veteran immediately widened his eyes and his face was full It was fear, his mouth grew unbelievably large, and he clicked three times, before he yelled terribly.

"Thief Army Cannon! Be Careful!!!"

Chuangjun didn't produce cannons, so he ran back and forth, and Li Zicheng didn't have the capital to drag cannons. But in the second half of the 13th year of Chongzhen, he gathered troops and captured more than a dozen counties near Luoyang. Well, the great general and the second general, Franji, also have dozens of gates. When the attack on Luoyang was unfavorable, they were all pushed over last night.

Before the veteran could finish his sentence, the artillery shells roared towards the top of the city with a piercing sonic boom. Indeed, some solid iron balls were far less powerful than the gorgeous blooming shells on TV, but they were still cannons! With a bang, the battlement where the veteran was hiding collapsed, and the icy pieces whizzed past him, rolling over with two lazy donkeys, so the veteran barely escaped being crushed underneath.

But before he could heave a sigh of relief, the brothers around him were already yelling in fear, looking up in astonishment, the old soldier saw a corner of the city gate above his head collapsing suddenly with a creaking sound down.

"Fuck!"

The Lantern Festival was not safe either. Ever since Li Zicheng brought in the cannons, the defense of the defenders had suddenly become more difficult. The artillery fire roared down. It was not safe to hide behind the battlements, but they dared not leave, interspersed with shelling Intermittently, maybe Li Zicheng's Chuangjun will come up at any time.

A few nights ago, I was able to mutter a few words, but the casualties were extremely heavy these days, and the bandits were finally repelled. Except for the sound of chugging and drinking gruel that was almost like water, no one was willing to say a word.

The tall city gates and buildings have all collapsed. In this kind of tragic war, no one knows whether they can survive tomorrow. They are either beaten to death by the bandits, starved to death, or frozen to death.

At this juncture, the Chuangjun side became lively, and a simple and honest voice kept whispering under the collapsed city gate.

"Brothers, folks, I am Liu Jianyi, the guard of Qilihe! Don't give your life to the dog court anymore! How many years have you been owed by the court? After fighting for so many days, did the King of Dog Fu give you any money? Come out and vote King! Chuang Wang came and didn’t pay food, the big guy still has land!”

What a fate, the collapsed city gate building was buried inside a few days ago, and the veteran didn't die, he just walked with a limp on one leg, and at night, the heat from the bowl of gruel He was exhausted long ago, and from nowhere, he took out half a cigarette and lit it, with smoke rings exhaling from his mouth.

Seeing the recruit next to him who came out with him lying on the broken battlements, listening ecstatically, the veteran who listened took a deep breath, exhaled a big smoke bubble, and immediately hummed disdainfully.

"Two donkey balls make soup, and it tastes like one ball!"

But today seemed to be their lucky day. Just when the Qilihe general was shouting at the top of his lungs, there was a burst of gongs on the top of the city.

"Brothers! You have worked hard defending the city, Lord Fu rewarded you with money!"

"silver!"