The season of continuous autumn rains has arrived again. The days in the north are gradually becoming shorter and the nights longer.
Before bed, Tie Er led his soldiers on patrol as usual. "Everyone, stay alert. Just because there hasn't been any activity for a month doesn't mean we can relax. Understand?"
One soldier questioned, "Everyone has a good harvest in autumn. According to the usual rules, Ross won't come."
Tie Er thought for a moment and patted him on the shoulder. "No matter what, it's better to be careful! Understand? Besides, the prince is coming soon, and it would be good for him to see our always high spirits."
I was also puzzled.
Where did Miss Ling'er get this information from?
Wars between the two nations usually occurred in winter and spring. Last year's battle, which occurred in autumn, was entirely due to the prince's pretense of returning to the capital and surrendering his military power. This was used to lure the enemy deeper into the territory, inflicting heavy damage and achieving a resounding victory.
They were beaten so hard that they have been pretending to be the grandsons and lying dormant for the past year.
Tie Er returned to his tent and lay down, still sleeping in his clothes, only taking off the outermost layer of heavy armor.
The prince was away, and his mind was always on edge. As he was lost in thought, he gradually fell into a light sleep.
Most of the other soldiers, like him, slowly fell asleep.
Unbeknownst to them, a dark figure had sneaked to the place where the key to the city wall gate was hidden. He successfully obtained the key. Then, he led his men and silently killed more than a dozen soldiers guarding the city.
The sound of rain covered the soldiers' groans, and the rain washed away the blood from their necks.
Then, he inserted the key into the keyhole with familiarity, turned it three times to the left, three times to the right, then five and a half turns to the left, and ten and a half turns to the right. With a click, the door unlocked.
But that’s not all.
If the sturdy and several-meter-high city gate could be opened so easily, this border city would have been breached long ago.
He waved to the people behind him. Everyone did their job, prying the large iron door open and slowly swinging it open...
Normally, such an action would have made a subtle creaking sound, which would have drawn the attention of the soldiers on the wall. However, one reason was that it was raining, making a loud noise. Another reason was that their food had been drugged.
Ordinary sounds have made it difficult to wake him up.
Tragedy~
By the time Tie Er realized that there were spies working together from inside and outside to allow 50,000 Russian troops, who had been lurking under his nose a few days ago, to enter, it was too late.
All they could do was to rise up in resistance and lead their troops into battle. "Brothers, we must defend the South City. We can't let them get to the civilians' territory."
The rain stopped and the torches were lit.
Feathered arrows flew, swords flashed, blood flowed, and flesh turned inside out.
There were screams and horses neighing.
These are not the most deadly, the most deadly is the enemy's super-strong armament. Not only cold weapons, but also hot weapons.
The cavalry was the main force, and after the swords had harvested the lives of the Dazhao soldiers, it was not enough, so fire guns and bird guns were also used.
"Ah!" No matter how capable the middle-level generals were, they could hardly resist this long-range attack.
After being shot, the body slid far away.
"Deputy General Zou!" Tie Er was quite skilled in martial arts. He hadn't even had time to put on his armor when he emerged from the tent, already a murderous madman. His face was covered in blood.
"Quick, change weapons!" It's not that the Dazhao soldiers didn't have any, but the enemy attacked suddenly and they didn't have a chance.
Under the order, layers of soldiers provided cover, protecting the generals and soldiers who were good at using firearms and were fully armed...
Unfortunately, it was too late. Dozens of enemy artillery pieces were already slowly coming in. We no longer cared whether you changed your guns or not. Following the order from the enemy commander, dozens of artillery pieces fired simultaneously, "Boom!"
When the smoke of gunpowder rose, soldiers died.
It was no longer clear who was who, who survived. The veteran recalled the incident with tears in his eyes, "I only remember the flames shooting up into the sky, the deafening roar everywhere. Our weapons depot was blown away! Woo woo woo..."
Helpless, tragic, and caught off guard.
Feeling helpless, angry, and having blood boiling.
That's the label for this battle.
The limping Tie Er carried the bloodied and half-conscious Deputy General Zou, along with the remaining defeated troops, fighting and retreating...
The South Gate is in sight.
This is the last level.
If this barrier is also breached, the people in the neighboring city will be completely finished.
Tie Er was determined to die, and he raised his arms and shouted, "Brothers, let's fight! No matter what, we must delay until the prince brings his men! We will defend this gate with our flesh and blood!"
Firearms were not advanced at that time.
The artillery in front has been overused and cannot be used again for a short time.
They delayed as much as possible.
Deputy General Zou's eyes were covered with blood. He pulled at his sleeve with great effort, "Brute force... won't hold out for long. You... hurry to... Cole..." He took a deep breath, "Cole's camp, begging King Ao!"
Then his head tilted and he fell into a coma, his life or death unknown.
Tie Er had no time to grieve, so he handed him over to the nearby soldiers. He grabbed a fast horse, escaped through the south gate, and took a detour to the neighboring garrison to seek reinforcements.
The enemy is not stupid either, they have already set up an ambush.
This was the first time Tie Er had felt so miserable in his twenty years of life.
As a result, when Chi Ao finally arrived at Cole's camp, he almost didn't recognize anyone.
It was also fortunate that it was Tie Er who came. If anyone else had come, Chi Ao would not have bought into it. Only Tie Er, a man close to Prince Chen, was someone he had met before and would not have suspected a trick.
After Tie Er described the tragedy in the border town, Chi Ao clenched his fist anxiously.
At this moment, all the generals and staff who had heard the news arrived, their opinions completely unanimous, "Your Highness, this must not happen! Their border town has been breached and utterly destroyed. Sending troops there now will be of no use. Furthermore, they are well-prepared, and if we go to rescue them, we might suffer huge losses!"
Everyone’s advice is correct.
There are no eternal friends, only eternal interests.
Normally, when a neighboring country was invaded and its city was destroyed, they should take advantage of the situation and plunder it as well. However, the Crown Prince had a personal relationship with Prince Chen, so they knew that persuasion would be useless.
Then let's just turn a blind eye and watch from the sidelines.
Helping you is a favor, and not helping you is my duty, isn't that the truth?
Besides, even if the emperor agreed to help, there should be an official process from top to bottom. For such a big matter, the prince made a private decision, and the responsibility is huge.
If the emperor is not happy, all of them will suffer.
Tie Er knew very well the interests behind this and lowered his eyes in disappointment.
Who would have thought that Chi Ao would hesitate without hesitation? He kicked the stool in front of him away and said, "What the hell are you talking about! You are a bunch of cowardly bastards! Dazhao is my fiancée's family, it is my home! Come on, quickly gather 50,000 troops, bring firearms, and rush to the northern border town to support Dazhao and repel the enemy together!"
Without noticing, the person who had first tried to persuade me gave me a sinister smile. "Hmph, you brainless fellow! I knew you'd choose this!"
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