The Revolt of the Three Feudatories: All-in at the start in Beijing

Chapter 162 Despair in the Qinling Mountains Disperses People's Hearts

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Wang Fuchen had just returned to his camp when he heard Li Yong's mockery, and immediately felt his face burning with embarrassment.

After all, the more someone prides themselves on their personal strength, the less they can accept being weaker than others.

He took the water bottle from the lieutenant, gulped down several large mouthfuls, and still feeling angry, poured it all over his face before he finally calmed down.

"Bring the cannons up and attack the city!"

"I'm going to skin him alive!"

After Wang Fuchen gave the order, he was about to sit down and rest when he realized that he was getting old and was no longer in his prime, in his twenties or thirties.

But no shouts of killing were heard.

So he turned his head to look.

All the soldiers had their heads down, and the lower and middle-ranking officers all had shifty eyes.

The lieutenant generals and adjutant generals also looked embarrassed, because they realized that they could no longer command this army.

This is bad!!!

Upon seeing this, Wang Fuchen knew that his prestige was declining because he had lost to Li Yong, and that the army's food, clothing, and shelter had been taken over by the Han Dynasty.

If we don't use drastic measures...

This time, we're probably doomed!

Thinking of this, Wang Fuchen suddenly drew his sword from his saddle and killed the centurion at the front with a single stroke, then looked down at the soldiers below.

"Following Wang, you'll never have a bad life, but anyone who dares to disobey orders today will face the same fate!"

Of these 30,000 troops, most were trained by Wang Fuchen himself. He had just been thinking of his wife and children, but now, after being so intimidated, he was immediately swayed.

no way.

If we don't fight now, we'll die.

Upon seeing this, the senior generals who followed Wang Fuchen immediately sprang into action, and thirty cannons were pushed down the pass.

Among them were three 2,000-pound heavy cannons, which were the pinnacle of the Datong Arsenal, with power no less than that of the French twelve-pound siege cannons.

Luogu Pass, a dilapidated rammed earth pass, is utterly useless against cannons of this caliber!

The other twenty cannons weighing 500 jin each and seven cannons weighing 1,000 jin each are standard equipment for a local army corps.

There were also three thousand flintlock muskets.

It has everything: spears, bows, arrows, and shields.

This was also the source of Wang Fuchen's confidence to rebel.

As the cannon adjusted its muzzle, Li Yong, who was inside the pass, looked gloomy, and finally let out a sigh.

"It is my fault that I failed to kill this villain in battle."

"But the pass cannot be defended. Burn all the grain and fodder, set up some dummies at the pass, and we will immediately retreat into the valley and delay the enemy by blocking their way layer by layer."

What are you pretending for?

The dozen or so centurions couldn't help but roll their eyes and want to curse at Li Yong's words.

On the other side is the living Lu Bu, the Northwest Hawk.

What's wrong? Did you not use the formation to kill? Is that embarrassing?

However, these centurions only dared to say a few words in their hearts, for Li Yong's prestige was now astonishing.

Wang Fuchen's army quickly began shelling. The two-thousand-pound cannons fired shells with a diameter of twelve centimeters, which hit the rammed earth city wall and created huge craters. The western city wall was covered with cracks.

But if it hits the arrow sack, it will shatter upon impact!

Holding a telescope, Wang Fuchen gradually noticed something was wrong: the soldiers on the city wall were completely motionless despite the bombardment from the cannons.

No one's soldiers are this fierce!

Or are they all fake?

Thinking of this, Wang Fuchen immediately gave the order.

"Cease fire! Quickly, send men to the pass."

"Go quickly!"

Wang Fuchen was not incompetent in warfare, and having been stationed in Guanzhong for a long time, he naturally knew how vast the Qinling Mountains were.

The thought of these people escaping and then ambushing him in this narrow valley sent chills down his spine.

So the last sentence was almost shouted out.

The generals dared not delay and immediately led their men across the moat. Once they saw the dummy figures on the city wall, they formed a human wall and climbed up the wall.

Because the 30,000-strong army was traveling light, carrying only ten days' worth of rations, Wang Fuchen was extremely anxious when he learned that Li Yong had burned all the grain and fodder stored by the Han people inside the pass. He immediately ordered a pursuit.

This is naturally not Wang Fuchen's fault. After all, Guanzhong had been governed for two years and the people still had some surplus grain. As long as they crossed the Qinling Mountains, they were not afraid of not having enough food.

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The terrain behind Luogu Pass is a wide-open area of ​​small hills and forests, allowing the 30,000-strong army to march at a very fast pace.

Li Yong deliberately slowed down, leaving Wang Fuchen behind, since there were still several villages nearby, which would at least save their lives.

The next day, after passing through the hilly area, there were mountains that looked as if they had been cleaved by a sword. In some places, five people could walk together, while in others, only three could walk side by side.

If cannons want to pass, the width has to be temporarily widened.

There was no other way. Although this road was shorter, no one except the army used it. Merchants preferred to spend more money to take the safest Xiegu Road, which had official post stations along the way.

But Wang Fuchen was afraid of revealing the news and dared not leave.

In this situation, Li Yong immediately launched an attack. They had already sent troops ahead of time, moving all the warhorses to the rear, and only leading eight hundred men to block the enemy.

When the Han army used flintlock muskets to aim and fire from the valley, a single volley could take away seventy or eighty men.

Moreover, they fought and left immediately. By the time Wang Fuchen organized his men and prepared for a bloody battle up the slope, Li Yong had already left.

This resulted in a journey that should have taken only three days being forced to take five days by Li Yong, and the morale of the army was completely extinguished.

On the sixth day, the 30,000-strong army arrived at Laojun Ridge Pass, which is next to the Laojun Temple in later generations. They could no longer move and the soldiers collapsed on the ground like mud.

In this situation, although Wang Fuchen had already decided to retreat, he still hesitated. In the end, he set up his main tent in front of the Laozi Temple, ordered the entire army to rest, and then hid in the temple to pray and make a wish.

That evening, in the tent in front of Wang Fuchen's main camp, several commanders and deputy commanders gathered together. Most of these people were Wang Fuchen's confidants.

After everyone entered the tent, one of the adjutants, who had a birthmark, immediately gave an order to the soldiers outside the tent.

"Kill anything that gets close!"

After the officer with the birthmark returned to his seat, everyone present started talking at once, mainly about how Wang Fuchen was indecisive and why he had rebelled.

Seeing this, the officer with the birthmark slapped the table. Once everyone quieted down, he immediately showed a look of disappointment and frustration.

"I believe everyone has gathered here spontaneously because they are all dissatisfied with the Governor-General. I, Li Tingyu, will not hesitate!"

"We were willing to follow the governor and establish our own independent state before because we valued loyalty. Now, we are afraid we will not be able to enter Guanzhong. Once the court finds out, the armies from all over the northwest will march south, and even small Hanzhong will not be able to withstand it."

"In my opinion, it would be better to set things right. We can then insist that it was Wang Fuchen who coerced us. I believe His Majesty is magnanimous and will not hold it against us!"

After hearing Li Tingyu's words, everyone nodded in agreement.

Upon seeing this, Li Tingyu immediately slammed his hand on the table.

"Tonight, let's do it tonight!"

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