The Tibetan soldiers hurriedly bowed and said, "Yes, Prime Minister, but my Prince Zuzan is truly overwhelmed with worldly affairs and cannot come here. I have no choice but to personally dispatch our most powerful Tibetan general, Zama, with 10,000 men to assist."
Ten thousand people, you fucking bastards! Gao Liangcheng's mind raced with rage, but he quickly understood Prince Zuzan's motives. This idiot was afraid of the Song Dynasty. If they failed to capture Chengdu Prefecture and the Song Dynasty sent a counterattack, Prince Zuzan would blame Zama's idea, something he had already strongly opposed. Perhaps Zuzan would even kill Zama to appease the Song Dynasty's wrath.
Gao Liangcheng was startled at this thought. What if Chengdu Prefecture really couldn't be taken? If he couldn't conquer Chengdu Prefecture, his prestige in the Dali Kingdom would be completely shattered. Many people, even members of his own Gao family, would side with Duan Yu. Then, Duan Yu would claim that the incident had nothing to do with him and shift all the blame onto himself.
Gao Liangcheng felt a chill in his heart at the thought. He had to find a way to prevent this from happening. However, it was completely unreasonable for him not to be able to capture Chengdu Prefecture. Everyone knew that the regular troops of Chengdu Prefecture had been transferred to Shanxi to fight the Mongols, leaving behind only some old, weak, and sick local troops.
If the Xiang army, which was not even a third-rate unit, could not defeat them, then these people might as well find a piece of tofu and kill themselves. Gao Liangcheng was still assured of this, so he was not too worried.
He only sent 10,000 men. Zu Zan, this Wang An, was quite shrewd. If they captured Chengdu, these 10,000 men could rampage and plunder at will. If they failed to capture Chengdu, his losses wouldn't be too great.
Although he cursed in his heart, Gao Liangcheng still said politely: "Oh, I see. Then I'll have to trouble General Zama. I am waiting for your visit in Kagong Town."
Eight hundred people is not a large number. When Wen Zhengming reached Kagong Town, it was already late at night.
Although he intended to launch a suicide attack, Wen Zhengming didn't want to blindly commit suicide. It was late at night, and launching an attack in the latter half of the night would be the best time.
At this time, the soldiers would all be asleep, and it was impossible for them to believe that someone would come to attack them.
Imagine a scumbag local armed forces, unable to defend the city on their own, how could they possibly have the ability to launch a surprise attack? Unless they were desperate, Gao Liangcheng had seen everything in this world, and he had never heard of anyone who was not afraid of death.
Wen Zhengming hadn't sent out any spies, only a death squad of 800 men. Everyone's life was the same, so it didn't matter what scouts or spies he sent.
So Wen Zhengming personally led his men to the outskirts of Kagong Town. When they saw the number of the other side, Wen Zhengming was still surprised.
The enemy was a completely Dali army, so the Tibetan soldiers hadn't arrived yet. The problem was that this massive Dali army alone could easily capture Chengdu. If the Tibetans came again, Chengdu would probably fall in less than half a minute.
"Commander Wen, we've checked the east and west sides, and there are Dali soldiers everywhere, too numerous to count." A subordinate crawled over and said quietly.
Just because Gao Liangcheng didn't believe in a surprise attack didn't mean he'd let down his guard. He'd prepared all the necessary defenses. He had sentries at every entrance to the town, along with patrols—essential measures for any military.
So Wen Zhengming and his men crawled over. They were afraid of exposing their target, so they carefully used haystacks or broken walls as cover during their exploration. At the same time, they avoided patrols and crawled over step by step on the ground to survey the enemy's situation.
Although he had expected this, Wen Zhengming was still surprised: "How many people are there?"
Several of his subordinates shook their heads. Without access to the town, no one knew how many people were inside. However, judging by the scale of the patrols and sentries, as well as the layout of the tents in the town, there were at least 20,000 people.
Wen Zhengming quietly called for his men to gather together. He said in a deep voice, "There's nothing we can do. No matter how we fight, we have no hope of winning. The enemy is too numerous. We can't find a single flaw."
Suddenly one of the subordinates said, "It would be great if we could find their food supplies. If we burn all the food supplies for the army, their morale will surely drop."
Wen Zhengming's mind raced. He hadn't thought about this before. From the outskirts of the town, the location of the grain and fodder base was nowhere to be seen. So there was only one possibility: the grain and fodder was in the center of town, within Kagong Town itself.
So forget about the food and fodder issue. With the situation getting worse, if we don't act now, we'll miss the best opportunity. Wen Zhengming gritted his teeth and said, "Listen, everyone. Now that we've come this far, there's no turning back. I'll be the first one to go, and you'll follow. If I die, you can either flee, go home to farm and raise your children, and then watch the whole country fall. Or follow me and be the next one."
At this point, there was little need for a leader; everyone was prepared to die. Killing the enemy was the only goal; one kill was enough, two was enough. No one was going to leave alive anyway, so dying early or late was the same. In some ways, dying early was even more fortunate than dying last; at least they wouldn't have to watch their comrades perish beside them.
Without waiting for his men's agreement, Wen Zhengming suddenly stood up and rushed forward.
The sentry was probably exhausted after a night on duty. Before he could even react, Wen Zhengming rushed over to him.
Then there was the sound of swords piercing flesh. The sword in Wen Zhengming's hand plunged into the sentry's heart. Almost at the same time, Wen Zhengming covered the sentry's mouth with his other hand.
Perhaps God favored this group of assassins, and the sentry died without even having time to make a sound.
Another sentry was about to say, "What..." when a flying knife pierced the sentry's throat. Wen Zhengming turned around and found that it was Ding San, the cook of the Shengjie Army. He didn't expect Ding San to follow him.
It seems the chef's knife is more than just for cutting vegetables. The heavy knife rolled several times in the air and chopped the sentry's throat without missing a beat.
When Wen Zhengming turned around, he found that seventy or eighty people had rushed up behind him.
But after all, they were breaking into someone's military camp, so it was impossible not to be discovered. In fact, Wen Zhengming and his men were discovered by patrol troops shortly after they entered the town.
"There are assassins!" A patrolman noticed something was wrong. The enemy was coming in large numbers. He immediately changed his tone: "Enemy! An enemy sneak attack!"
Gao Liangcheng's camp was immediately in an uproar. The enemy had launched a surprise attack and even rushed into the town. In the darkness, no one knew how many enemies were coming, and Gao Liangcheng's army immediately panicked.
Wen Zhengming raised his knife and shouted: "Brothers! Kill!"
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