Chapter 311 The tough battle

Zhang Da was in full force with tens of thousands of peasant troops, and soon cleared the defense of the outer periphery of the Nan'an Ferry. Due to the pressure brought by Gao Yingxiang, Luoyang could not mobilize reinforcements. At this time, all the pressure came to Tiemo.

Tie Mo didn't expect that Zhang Dashou would fight so hard. In order to regain the Nan'an Ferry, he suppressed all his troops. He wouldn't be afraid of losing his wife and losing his troops. The current situation was something Wang Zuoguai and others did not expect. The soil at the south bank ferry of Maojin Ferry was soft and the terrain was not open, which was simply a nightmare for cavalry. The inability to use cavalry, the combat effectiveness of the Xuanfu army was greatly reduced.

Because I came to Henan to fight, considering the mobility, the main army only had a small number of musketeers and shield soldiers. Of course, cavalry can also be used as infantry, but Tiemo is not so stupid that he lets the cavalry dismount and fight against the bandits, and he is kicked by a donkey?

Reinforcements, it would be great if there were reinforcements. Now, except for Henan Prefecture, the only one who can be transferred is Hangu Pass. However, Tie Mo dared not think about Hangu Pass. Ding Luyan didn't have many troops under his command, and it was no longer easy to stick to Hangu Pass. In this case, it was a bit whimsical to expect Ding Luyan to break the common sense and attack Zhang Dashou from behind.

If Ding Luyan had enough troops in his hands, I believe Hangu Pass would definitely send troops to rescue him, but Hangu Pass had less than 6,000 real combat power.

Under the successive orders of Tiemo and Wang Zuogao, the troops of Xuanfu gradually shrank and concentrated at the ferry. Now we can only see if we can rely on artillery and musketeers, and whether we can repel Zhang Dashou by relying on the terrain of the ferry. If we cannot retreat, we have to retreat back to the north bank. We never thought that the first battle across the Yellow River would be so difficult.

Zhang Dashou's troops had not yet been suppressed, but Tie Mo's face was extremely ugly. From the time he started to the point of his army to the rise of Zhang Bei, he had never fought such a cowardly battle, as if he was bound to his hands and feet.

I have 30,000 elite cavalry. If I put it in a flat terrain, I would not be afraid of 100,000 bandits. Now, it would be better that Zhang Dashou was so frustrated. Ten miles south of the ferry, Zhang Dashou's army was divided into four parts, resting their energy, preparing to launch a general attack on the ferry, and driving the officers and soldiers back to the north bank in one fell swoop. At this time, the dock by the river was also a busy scene.

Hai Lanzhu, wearing a red armor, stood at the bow of the boat, staring at the shore, and several clerks stood behind her. One clerk advised with a bitter face: "Madam, don't make things difficult for you. The Supervisor asked you to return to the north shore first, which is for your own good. Now the war is not good for us. If you have any mistakes, the Supervisor's mind will be in chaos."

"Shut up, I'm back to the north shore, what should I do with those supplies?" Hai Lanzhu gritted her silver teeth, and a layer of frost was hanging on her beautiful face. She finally transported the supplies to the south shore, but this was the case. Those supplies were finally raised. For these supplies, she and Chang Minyue stayed asleep almost for four days and four nights.

A few clerks dare not say a word, baggage? At this time, how much baggage is not as important as the wife. If the wife is not sent back to the north shore safely, if something really happens, the supervisor will definitely cut off the few of them first.

Not long after, Chang Minyue got on the boat with a cold face. After seeing Hai Lanzhu, she shook her head gently, "It's useless, that guy is determined to let us go back to the north shore."

"Then go back. We can't help with the next thing. Since that's the case, let him have less worries!" Hai Lanzhu sighed softly.

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On the first day of August 1st of the third year of Chongzhen, near noon, Zhang Dashou, who had finished his rest, finally ordered a general attack on the ferry. On this day, the sound of killing on the south bank of Maojin Crossing shook the sky and the earth shook. In order to avenge his previous shame, Yuan Ma led his cannibal troops to become a vanguard. Sometimes he really had to admire Yuan Ma, and he relied on his ruthlessness to build a terrible beast army. This cannibal troops with less than 3,000 people were bloodthirsty and crazy, not afraid of death, and blood would only make them even more excited.

Yuan Ma held his bloody head, his eyes were red, and he grinned wildly: "Kill... brothers, rush over and capture the alive king of hell. I want to cook him and eat it..."

"Ho...who..." Many people roared like beasts. They seemed to have forgotten what happened in Mizhi City. Geng Zhongming commanded a defense line composed of a thousand men. In less than half an hour, Yuan Ma rushed a hole in less than half an hour. In desperation, he had no choice but to order to retreat.

Under the escort of the personal soldiers, Geng Zhongming retreated without saying a word. He accidentally turned around and looked at it, and his scalp suddenly became numb. A thief grabbed an arm, opened his mouth, his teeth were exposed, and blood dripped from the corners of his mouth. He... he was eating meat, and the madman-like grin in his eyes was so creepy.

This is the first time Geng Zhongming met Yuan Ma. Although he had heard of eating people, he still felt a little nauseous when he saw it. When he was in Liaodong, he had never seen anything? But it is unheard of for people who swallow human flesh directly on the battlefield. Even the wild wolves in the forest could not do such a thing. In a certain way, this cannibal unit is more hateful than the Tartars.

Holding the nausea, Geng Zhongming accelerated his retreat, retreated to the second line of defense, pushed away the person in front of him, and lie on the ground and vomited. It was not until he spit out the sour water in his stomach that he was better.

Liu Guoneng patted Geng Zhongming on the shoulder and smiled bitterly: "It seems that Brother Geng has seen the terribleness of Yuan Ma. In order to defeat Yuan Ma, the supervisor suffered a lot of losses and was almost ruined by Mizhi City."

Liu Guoneng never dared to underestimate Yuan Ma, and he was not ashamed of his character, but the group of wild beasts gathered together were definitely the most capable soldiers under Zhang Dashou. In a blink of an eye, a large number of peasant troops had rushed to the second line of defense. Fortunately, the terrain on the south bank of the ferry was not wide, and the peasant troops could not spread all the troops, otherwise, there would be more pressure. But even so, the two defense areas guarded by Liu Guoneng and Zhou Dingshan are still in danger, especially the northeastern field slope highland guarded by Zhou Dingshan.

The field slope is actually a mound. Unfortunately, the mound is too narrow and long. Zhang Yichuan and Weiyang and Du Wen joined forces to attack from both east and west, making it difficult for Zhou Dingshan to take care of the beginning and end. After all, Zhou Dingshan had only more than 2,000 musketeers under Zhou Dingshan. If these musketeers formed a musket formation, they would be extremely powerful, but they would not be able to form firepower coverage when scattered on the field slope.

Gunshots kept ringing, and the peasant army kept falling down wailingly, but these gunshots could not stop the peasant army from advancing. Zhou Dingshan had no choice but to order all the troops to concentrate in the east and temporarily repel Du Wen's attack with dense firepower. Du Wen was defeated, but the peasant army was seized in the west.

"Chen Yaofeng, you lead half of the troops to watch the east side. No matter what, I will definitely give this general a two-hour period. If the bandits are released, I will chop your head!" Zhou Dingshan gave the order extremely serious. Chen Yaofeng was shocked and felt extremely stressed.

Zhang Yichuan and Wei Yang still have nearly 10,000 combat power. Can a thousand musketeers be blocked for two hours? But the military orders are like mountains, and Chen Yaofeng dared not say that it is impossible.

"General, don't worry, if you can't stand it for two hours, you'll throw this body here!" After releasing his harsh words, Chen Yaofeng turned around to supervise the battle. Looking at the other party's back, Zhou Dingshan couldn't bear it. He knew how cruel this order was, and he knew how hard it was to this task. However, Zhou Dingshan had no choice, and there were only so many soldiers under his command.

The battle for the Tianpo Highlands has entered a white-hot stage. After fighting for a long time, the bandits were already congested and many people didn't know what death was. Chen Yaofeng personally supervised the battle and led the troops to fight, but looking at the bandits who kept rushing up on the other side, he sighed in his heart. This time, it was probably over, but he didn't expect that Chen would die in this place.

At the command of the ferry, Tiemo's angry curses came. The battle situation in the Tianpo Highland was very fierce. More than half of the troops under Zhou Dingshan were lost. If there were no reinforcements, it was only a matter of time before he fell. Orge stood aside and shouted: "Supervisor, let the general bring his people up. If he didn't go, General Zhou would really not be able to hold on."

Tiemo held the table with his hands, without saying a word. He frowned and his shoulders trembled, as if he was making a difficult decision. After a long time, he raised his head and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, "Org, you have half of your people, go to the highlands of the fields."

"Here!" Orge stood up straight and shouted. At this time, Wang Zuogao was anxious and rushed up to stop Orge, "Supervisor, no, that's the cavalry that has been through the battlefield for a long time, let them guard the high ground... How can we fight this battle, we lose money..."

"Hey, sir, do you think my supervisor knows the truth? But sometimes fighting is not just a business, the life of the cavalry is life, but the life of other people is not life? Now, they need our supervisor to send reinforcements over. If we do nothing, what will those brothers who are still fighting bloody? In order to protect the precious cavalry, we will ignore the life and death of those brothers?"

Tie Mo looked heavy and punched the table, "No, I can't do it, Org, go... After two hours, I retreated..."

With Tiemo's order, half of the cavalry under Orger's command turned into infantry and were pushed to the slopes. The reason for making this choice was a helpless move. If reinforcements were really needed, only the soldiers and horses under Orger were the most suitable. A considerable number of the soldiers and horses in Orger's command were the original Neman people. These Neman people were skilled in archery and horses, and were cavalry on horseback, and were not inferior to others when they were dismounted and carried swords.

Using cavalry as infantry is definitely the stupidest behavior. Anyone who knows some military knowledge knows this principle. A long time ago, someone calculated that if a cavalry is worth at least five infantry, the life of a cavalry is much more expensive than that of infantry. The materials consumed by cavalry training and training are more than ten times that of musketeers.

Musketeers are simply simpler to train than before. Basic practice and operation can be perfect in half a year, but cavalry cannot do it. Because of understanding, when Orger's troops rushed up the high slope, the soldiers on the front line felt another warm current flowing through their hearts. The supervisor did not treat them as cannon fodder that attracts firepower. This feeling of being valued is really wonderful.

With Orger's joining, the offensive of the peasant army on the field slope high ground was immediately blocked. What Zhang Dashou couldn't accept was that the officers and soldiers who had just been beaten to extinguish the fire suddenly burst out with a force, and actually blocked the offensive he had seized a lot.

At the command office of the ferry, Tie Mo and others were waiting anxiously. Orger's troops had already been pushed up, but no one knew how much impact it would have on the battle situation, because with this reinforcement in time, Zhang Dashou was still the advantageous side.

The hasty footsteps sounded, and a messenger's feet became weak and fell. He stumbled into the command, panting and said, "The supervisor... the bandits retreated... the retreat..."

Tie Mo glared at his eyes, stunned for a while, then stood up and punched the void, "Great! Tell He Jingyuan, give him another hour. After one hour, if the shells still cannot fall on the thief's head, I will twist his head off and stuff it into the cannon barrel."

Wang Zuogao breathed a long sigh of relief, and at the same time, he was a little impressed by Tie Mo's previous decision. Until now, he realized the difference between himself and Tie Mo.

Tiemo may not be able to cover everything, but he has the courage and his grasp of people's hearts is beyond reach.

Military morale is sometimes more important than anything else!

On the other hand, Zhang Dashou was not discouraged. In his opinion, no matter what the officers and soldiers did, they were useless struggles. After attacking for a long time, the troops were exhausted. Perhaps because they were too confident, Zhang Dashou made a stupid decision at this time. Even later, whenever he thought of this, he would have the urge to commit suicide.

The peasant army retired and recuperated, which gave the Xuanfu troops a rare opportunity to breathe. Zhang Dashou wanted to accumulate energy and drove the officers and soldiers back to the north bank in one fell swoop tomorrow, but he didn't know that in these just a dozen hours, the hand of the god of death was slowly spreading.

On the second day of August, early in the morning, the sun shook away the thin fog, and the peasant army, who had finished resting, launched a new round of attack with endless confidence.

As Zhang Dashou expected, the vigorous peasant army broke through the defense line by pushing and pulling with decay, especially the high ground of the fields. The difficult officers and soldiers yesterday were beaten to flee.

Victory seems to be within reach!

Countless peasant troops rushed down from the slopes and the crowds were crowded, like black ants. Yuan Ma laughed loudly, constantly licking the blood on the corner of his mouth, rushing, the tide of victory will flood the alive king's position.

Suddenly, a loud bang came from afar, and then, a spark seemed to bloom in the crowd, the earth was shaking, and the sky and the earth were fading...

Boom boom, loud noises kept coming, and blood-colored fireworks bloomed in front of you. Under each firework, it indicates that the brothers had lost their lives.
Chapter completed!