Chapter 62: The Furious Jin Soldier

  Let's push the time back a few days, Ye Jiajun had just repelled the enemy army. Outside the city of Luoyunbao, on the south-facing hills and plains, the Jin army had already set up a large camp outside the city. A large number of tents, uniform pure white with red trim flags, strict guards.

  A team of Jin soldiers came in and out of the camp, while another team of unarmed laborers went back and forth between Dongfang River and the Jin army's large camp, fetching water, cooking meals, and feeding horses.

  The Jin army set up camp with great discipline, from the time of the old slave. They marched and hunted, in winter they stood guard, in summer they dug trenches, and grazed their horses inside the trenches. They passed on the watchword and inspected the arrowheads, and neither men nor horses scattered. At this time, in front of a large tent with a high pole standing upright in the camp, loud roars like thunder and the sound of whips cracking were coming from inside the tent.

  In the account, Zhang Jing wielded a whip and lashed out at the cowherd Zhang Jing who was kowtowing on the ground, while several other cowherds nearby were silent and dared not move.

  The outcome of this battle was far beyond what Jirgalang had expected. The casualties were so heavy, and the lost warriors were all the elite of the flag, yet they were buried under the small city of Qiandu. Jirgalang could imagine the anger of Prince Abatai. Thinking of that terrifying scene, Jirgalang's anger surged to his head.

  He was so angry that he cried out, "I am not incompetent!"

  "How can I, with merely a few hundred soldiers, lay siege to the solid fortress guarded by several thousand of Ming's family and soldiers? This is indeed a crime of non-action!"

  At this point, Niu Lu Zhang Jing Zhu Wei burst into loud sobs. After the miserable defeat, his originally insignificant small castle had also transformed into a high and thick fortified city.

  Several high-ranking military officers who were also lying down next to him nodded in agreement, saying: "That's right, that's right. The righteous army inside the city is definitely not less than a few thousand people. Especially their bows and arrows are sharp, and even heavy armor can't withstand them. Their bows and arrows, I've never seen anything like it."

  Their faces all showed a lingering fear: "Too fierce, the warriors wore two layers of heavy armor, but were still broken by their bows and arrows, and died one by one. Moreover, their bows and arrows could be fired continuously!"

  Everyone in the account was whispering to each other, and Zhang Jing asked doubtfully: "Are their bows and arrows really so powerful? Are there thousands of righteous army soldiers in the city?"

  That Niu Lu Zhang Jing pointed to the sky and painted the ground, swearing that what he said was not false. He looked at a man in his 40s with a thin face and two mouse whiskers next to him.

  Niu Lu Zhang Jing coughed and said: "I thought what Zhu Wei said was true. There must be more than a few hundred people in the fort."

  The garrison of the military fortress was lax in its defense preparations, and if there were only a few hundred soldiers, they would have been able to fight with half their strength. There wouldn't be such intense firepower.

  "What's more, our brave warriors have already climbed up to the city gate. According to common sense, the rebel army should have collapsed and fled quickly, but they dared to engage in a fierce hand-to-hand combat with our brave warriors on the city gate. If it weren't for the rebel army's elite house soldiers, there wouldn't be such ferocity!"

  When he said that, all the officials in the account were reasonable and reasonable. Jia La Zhang Jing was also attracted by his words. This Niu Lu Zhang Jing had been called wise and resourceful in Jia La's heart, and even gave a small concubine to Jia La, so Jia La Zhang Jing usually valued him very much.

  At this time he sank into thought, stroking his big flat face. He trailed that long thin pigtail behind him, merely pacing back and forth inside the tent.

  The cow that was lying on the ground, Zhu Wei, looked gratefully at Niu Gu Lu, who had spoken up for him. Niu Gu Lu gave Zhu Wei a glance and sighed inwardly - after all, he and Zhu Wei were relatives by marriage. His own son had married Zhu Wei's daughter, so he couldn't not speak up for him. Who else would?

  In this battle, Zhu Wei took dozens of his elite cavalrymen from the Niu Lu, and after the war, many died in difficulty, making him feel as if a knife was cutting his heart. However, considering the relationship with his relatives, he couldn't say anything.

  After walking back and forth in the account for dozens of times, Jia La Zhang Jing roared: "Can we just give up like this? Our brave warriors died in vain, and if we leave like this, where is the face of our Jin Kingdom? How can I hold my head high under the flag from now on?"

  Everyone fell silent, this Luoyun Fortress is hard to attack, the south gate city wall is like this, other places' city walls are even harder to attack.

  They had sent scouts to surround the entire Luoyun Fortress, except for the south gate, there was also a west gate. However, the ground on that side was uneven and pockmarked with countless large pits. Attacking the west gate from that direction would likely be even more difficult than attacking the south gate, just filling in the pits in front of the city gate would require an enormous amount of manpower. Under the continuous shooting of the crossbowmen on the city wall, it was unknown how many people would die or get injured.

  But if you don't bring down Luoyun Fortress, then forget about opening up the gates of Hebei Province.

  Finally, Niu Luojing said: "General Yan Liu, the scouts have already reported that there are several small forts with people nearby. We can pretend to attack those small forts and force the Ye family army inside the city to come out and rescue them in a wild battle. If they don't come out, we will take down those small forts one by one and kill all their soldiers and civilians to avenge this hatred."

  "If they come out of the city and fight us, I, Jin Wang Kingdom's bravest warrior, will definitely kill them all without leaving a single piece of armor."

  Having heard this, the various officers of the Golden Sword Guards all praised him, saying that he was Zhuge Liang reborn. Guo Huai listened to their praise with great satisfaction, merely stroking his whiskers and smiling.

  That Jia La Zhang Jing also loudly cheered, saying: "Let's do it this way. Tonight we'll set up camp and rest, after a few days of recovery we'll attack those small forts and kill them all!"

  If the barbarians had gone to attack the next day, they might have had a chance of winning because Ye Xuan was not there. Unfortunately, these barbarians waited until Ye Xuan returned before preparing to attack, heh heh then...

  In the Luoyunbao Castle, Ye Xuan came out of the place where he was treating wounded soldiers. He had already instructed Hua Zhen to do her best to rescue the wounded and collect the bodies of the fallen soldiers for a proper burial after the war. Later, their spirit tablets would be collected in the Zhongyi Temple inside the castle, where they would receive sacrifices and incense offerings.

  The widows and children of these martyrs can receive consolation rice from the Ye family army every month with their name list, and Ye Xuan decides that even if it is difficult for himself, he will support their families for a lifetime.

  At dusk, Ye Xuan came to the city head again. At this time, the soldiers of the left and right sentries who were defending the city head were changing shifts, and the soldiers of the two sentries who had been fighting were taking a rest in the city for patrol preparation. Zhao Jie's right sentry changed shifts at the south gate and the left side of the city wall, while Yang Xiao's front sentry defended the right side of the city wall of the Luoyunbao South Gate.

  Seventy-four soldiers were killed or wounded in the battle. In addition to those who were injured, two sentries died. Some outstanding young and strong men were supplemented from each auxiliary team, making the two sentries full again. These new recruits have no chance to train now, let them grow up quickly through cruel war.