my days with tyrants

Chapter 58 My home is on the Songhua River...

Of course, Qiqian Jurchen didn't know that the more than 1 Ming troops accompanying them had already quickly set up traps behind them...

black pine forest.

This is Montenegro in the north of Bayan County.

"Ambassador, that's Xiyangha's stockade over there."

Under the night, Polo pointed to the lights in the distance.

Because the entire land is covered with snow, even if there is only the waning moon in the sky, the surroundings can be seen clearly. As for Yang Feng's laser designator, it is even clearer. This thing is a professional equipment for guiding air strikes, integrated night vision, Multiple functions such as telephoto, ranging and laser pointer.

"Two miles."

Yang Feng said.

That is actually a Tucheng.

Along the way, there are actually many small earthen cities like this.

After all, both Bohai, Liao and Jin have developed this area to a certain extent, and Jin Guoqi is not far from here.

So there are actually many old states and counties.

In the past few hundred years, this land has actually been a process of civilization degradation. When the Jurchen rose, Aguda was able to smelt iron, and was an important supplier of ironware in the nearby Khitan, but now there are no iron smelters, so later Ming Dynasty The minister ridiculed that these Hulu did not have the trade of Ming Dynasty, and they did not even have iron pots for eating.Most of these large and small earthen cities have collapsed into wreckage after hundreds of years of wind and rain, but they can still show how prosperous this barren land was once. For these fishermen and hunters with a lower level of civilization, these vaguely As left over from the last civilization, is their shelter in winter.

Then they patch it up with wood and it becomes a real fortress.

This is the place to be in winter.

take shelter from the wind.

Avoid beasts.

If you store enough firewood and food, cats will not be a problem all winter.

Then Yang Feng looked at the Jurchens.

"What are you still looking at, go!"

He said.

The Jurchens looked at each other.

"Ambassador, let's not figure out how to attack the city?"

Polo said cautiously.

"What do you need to add up to attack the city? It takes three steps to attack the city. Charge, open the city gate, go in, burn, kill, and loot. How can you use the total amount for such a simple matter? Jurchen warriors, listen to my order, draw your swords, Take up your spears.

Come with me! "

Yang Feng pointed at the rifle in his hand, and then urged his chariot in the wilderness, and then aimed his rifle on the chariot with great momentum...

"do not!"

Zhang Fu shouted anxiously.

But unfortunately he was one step too late, at the same time Yang Feng pulled the trigger.

"Tom!"

A grenade flew out instantly.

But because the distance was too far, it only flew up to a third of the distance before it exploded on the snow.

Zhang Fu patted his thigh helplessly.

But those Jurchens were different. When the explosion sounded, they also howled crazily, following Yang Feng's chariot like a group of zombies, and slammed into the castle ahead fiercely.At this time, no matter how careless the city is, the horns sounded immediately, and then the horns sounded continuously, but in the final analysis, it was only more than 1000 meters, and it would not take long for the cavalry.In the midst of the sound of horns in the city, Yang Feng still quickly arrived at the city gate. He stopped 200 meters away, aimed at the city gate and fired a grenade again. Looking at the flames of the explosion there, the Jurchen cavalry rushed directly from both sides of him without stopping at all. past.

The front one reached the city gate in a blink of an eye.

then……

shocked.

The city gate didn't explode!

"Ambassador, why isn't this door open?"

He turned his head anxiously and roared.

The next moment, a figure leaned out from behind the wood on the city wall, and shot an arrow without hesitation.

He turned around in astonishment, looked at the sharp arrow in front of his chest, and immediately fell off the horse.

The Jurchen cavalry who didn't know the truth swarmed in behind.

"Get out of the way, Dutama get out of the way, you are blocking my shot!"

Yang Feng roared anxiously from behind.

In this turmoil, who can hear what he is howling? More than 7000 cavalry rushed forward without even a command, especially at night, the chaos was like a dog farm with open cages, but in front of them was a castle, even if it had a wooden wall, it was still a castle.The side-by-side logs and the rammed earth below blocked them like an insurmountable moat. The cavalry behind didn't know what happened, and they were still screaming and pushing forward. Those in front couldn't even turn around. arrive.

The smart one got off the horse and prepared to climb.

But at this time, more Wuzhe soldiers appeared on the city wall and shot sharp arrows at them.

This is a genuine fishing and hunting nation.

It can be said that those who can live to adulthood are basically sharpshooters, and those who are not sharpshooters have starved to death because they cannot hunt enough prey.

After this cruel natural screening, bows and arrows have almost become part of their bodies.

And still condescending.

And there are as many targets as a school of salmon swimming upstream.

That's a no-brainer.

"You are not allowed to retreat, flee and kill without mercy!"

On the chariot behind, Yang Feng was holding a rifle and roaring like a reactionary in an old movie.

In front of him were a few Jurchens who had woken up and were turning around and trying to escape, but the rifle bullets in Yang Feng's hand were fired immediately, and those Jurchens fell down amidst the sound of the gunshots, and they were still staring at him. Other Jurchens who also wanted to run away followed. , also looked at him in astonishment...

"Rush forward, or you will be killed without mercy!"

Yang Feng shouted.

Immediately afterwards, he shot and killed a group of fleeing people.

His rifle covers a wide range, and he can't escape within 500 meters or so.

Supervising battle effect is excellent.

The Jurchen cavalry turned their heads angrily and continued to press forward.

However, the Jurchens who got off their horses in front were already trying to climb up. They rushed under the wooden city wall with shields on their heads, and then grabbed everything they could and tried their best to attack upwards.More Jurchens dismounted from their horses and attacked in the same way, and some more used their horses as cover to shoot at the Wuzhe on the city wall with bows and arrows.

In this way, the two sides started a real bloody battle, and the dead bodies of Jurchen kept piling up under the wall.

Those on the city wall also kept falling.

"Yes, continue to attack, Jurchen warriors, open the stockade, everything belongs to you!"

Yang Feng roared from behind.

Then he kept shooting the Jurchens who were trying to escape.

The latter had a fortified city in front and a war supervisor bullet in the back, so he could only continue to attack with grief and indignation.

However, at this moment, the roar of shells suddenly sounded.

Yang Feng turned his head in astonishment, and looked at a mound not far behind, where camels were already lying down, and flames were sprayed from door to door, and the powerful shells instantly passed over the heads of the Jurchen cavalry and hit the city gate, continuing The blow quickly shattered the city gate.The Jurchens at the front, who were still struggling to hold on, immediately burst into an excited roar, and immediately slammed into the city gate that had blocked them so far one by one. Heap of wood chips.These Jurchen soldiers rushed into the city howling on broken wood, and those inside the city gate who were about to stop them looked in horror at the cannon mouths that sprayed flames on the mound, and the shells shot blood and flesh among them in an instant.

Then the Jurchen stepped on Wuzhe's dead body and started their killing in the city.

"Zizi is not enough to plan!"

Yang Feng said angrily.

But then he changed his face...

"Jurchen warriors, kill!"

The rifle in his hand pointed at the city wall with a shuttle.

Immediately afterwards, the grenade was loaded, and then hit the city wall.

Looking at the fallen Wuzhe in the flames of the explosion, the Jurchen cavalry became even more excited.

Howling, they mobilized their war horses and rushed straight into Wu Zhe's castle.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Zhang Fu angrily walked to Yang Feng's side and asked.

"Please pay attention to your attitude, you are just a deputy."

Yang Feng said.

"You want them dead?"

Zhang Fu said in a low voice.

"Please don't slander my reputation, I'm just encouraging them to sacrifice their lives for the country, which is a great feat, we will remember their sacrifices for Ming Dynasty, and we will build a monument for them here to commemorate them.

Sincerity is both brave and martial, and in the end is strong and can't be overthrown.

The body is dead, the spirit is the spirit, and the soul is the ghost hero!
nice! "

Yang Feng looked at the Jurchen warriors who were still pouring into the castle, chanting poems exaggeratedly.

And the bloody battle has already started in the city, and the sudden attack left the desperate Wuzhe with only the bloody battle to the end. After all, there are vast mountains behind them, and even hiding in this season is a dead end.After all, these Wuzhe also grew up in the severe cold of minus [-] degrees. They have fought and killed wild beasts for generations. .

They are young and strong, and there are actually thousands of people in total. Although they are not as good as the Jurchen who rushed into the city, the Jurchen did not rush in all at once.

So they are not powerless.

Roars, screams, and even women's cries resounded through the night sky in the city.

Yang Feng sat down on the chariot instead.

"In fact, this area can also become fertile fields."

He said.

"What can be grown here, Kaiyuan farming can't harvest much."

Zhang Fu said very speechlessly.

"Soybeans and sorghum, we still had a song to sing here, my home, on the Songhua River, where there are countless soybeans and sorghum, the big river we passed before was the Songhua River, or the Songwaliwu that the Jurchen said La. We call this area Beidacang, the largest granary in the country. Under the snow under our feet is black soil, the best land that is so fat that it runs out of oil.

It's just that because of the severe cold, it can't grow twice a year like Jiangnan.

But even one season is enough.

As for rice, it can actually be grown when it is done well.

It is said that during the Tang Dynasty, Bohai State planted rice in the east.

I said this just to tell you, don't think that this is a place of bitter cold, so you can't farm. If you get the right way here, you can not only farm, but also become a granary that is not inferior to Jiangnan.

It's not just here. Next, your emperor will probably follow what I said and go outside the Eastern Ocean to find several new crops that are more suitable for this place. At that time, even if we continue to go north, we can farm even in Nurgan City.

but……"

Yang Feng then pointed to the front.

"You don't want to always be guarded by a group of people who want to rob you of food, do you?"

He said.

(End of this chapter)