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The fierce north wind has failed to succeed. Chapter 24: Planing the Wall

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    Just as Geng Zhongming stepped onto the battlement, two spears were stabbed in the chest. Geng Zhongming did not dare to resist, so he jumped to the right and landed on a battlement on his right.  Unfortunately, a Ming soldier jumped up from behind. Unexpectedly, he was stabbed in the thigh by a spear and another spear was pierced into his lower abdomen. The soldier screamed and dropped the shield in his hand, holding the knife stabbed in his lower abdomen with both hands.  gun.  The two Houjin soldiers pushed hard and pushed the Ming army out of the wall. The gun stuck in his leg was pulled out. Blood immediately spurted out a large blood spray on the outer wall. The other gun failed to pull out the gun barrel and was on the battlement.  Breaking in two, the Ming army rolled and fell from the top of Haizhou City with a dull sound when it landed.  At this time, Geng Zhongming had already jumped off the battlements. He held up a shield with one hand to protect his vitals and danced his sword into a curtain of light with the other hand. The Ming troops behind him jumped off the battlements one after another. In an instant, the sound of swords and swords clashing was heard on the city.  A slice.  The Jin army on the city wall fought and retreated while trying their best to control the Ming army within a relatively narrow range.  Javelins and feather arrows flew from behind the Hou Jin army from time to time. One Ming army was stabbed in the chest by a javelin just as he jumped onto the battlements and stood firm. The soldier covered his chest with his muzzle before he opened his mouth.  A mouthful of blood surged up from his throat and sprayed directly from his nose.  The soldier stood on the battlement and swayed for a few seconds. Blood spurted out from his nose and mouth and flowed all over his face and chest before his legs gradually softened. He also slowly fell backwards and then disappeared from the top of the city with a fallen onion.  .  Geng Zhongming raised his sword, dropped it, and faced a rear Jin soldier, splitting it in half, and then rushed forward two steps.  He stuck his head out from the city wall and looked into the city. Unexpectedly, as soon as he popped up, he saw several arrows shot towards him. Geng Zhongming stepped back desperately and then felt his upper body shake and an arrow pierced his shoulder armor.  Geng Zhongming didn't care to check the extent of his injury. He simply broke off the arrow tail and shouted loudly: "Javelin. Javelin archers, come up!" Although Geng Zhongming only peeked his head out just now, he could already see that there were about ten Houjin soldiers under the inner city.  With their bows and arrows drawn, they were waiting to snipe the Ming army who showed up.  Following Geng Zhongming's roar, seven or eight Ming soldiers with sabers and shields who had just climbed onto the city took off their javelins from their backs and rushed to the edge of the city, throwing them fiercely downwards at the same time.  The Ming soldiers who ascended the city gradually took control of a small section of the city wall, and then a large number of people carrying hammers and iron weapons followed them and climbed onto the city wall.  After entering the city, these people did not engage in battle but turned their attention to the battlements.  Under the cover of the sword and shield soldiers, these people began to pound the battlements vigorously and worked in groups to pry the city bricks.  At the feet of these Ming officers and soldiers, more Dongjiang soldiers also swarmed to the city wall. After the threat of throwing heavy objects on the wall was lifted, these soldiers, in groups of more than a dozen or dozens of people, held large wooden stakes and banged against the city wall.  .  The city wall of Haizhou trembled slightly under the impact of these large trees. Smoke and dust continued to evaporate from the gaps in the wall bricks. The wall that was beaten continuously gradually began to loosen.  A Dongjiang officer held one hand on the wall and clenched his other hand into a fist.  Waving vigorously and rhythmically in the air.  This officer was wearing a set of general-like armor and had a beard that almost covered his mouth.  The officer bent his mouth up to his ears and grinned at his men. He waved his arms harder and shouted slogans in the same rhythm to encourage the soldiers: "Conquer Haizhou. Let's eat meat!"  "Suppress Haizhou and open it for meat!" "Hey¡ª¡ª" "Hey¡ª¡ª" The soldiers of the Dongjiang Army also responded to the officer's call loudly with chants and smashed the wooden piles against the wall again and again "  Stop!" The officer suddenly shouted, pointing to a wall brick and shouting: "This piece is loose, pull it out quickly." Several soldiers heard the sound and stepped forward to insert wooden sticks and shovels between the wall bricks.  gap.  In the cheers of the crowd, one by one used all their strength to pull the brick out of the wall.  "Okay." The Dong general jumped for joy. He took two steps back and waved his hand: "Brothers, keep bumping!" The sound of banging against the wall never stopped for a moment. One after another, wall bricks came from Haizhou one after another.  was pulled out of the city wall.  As more and more bricks were dragged out, the remaining wall bricks became more and more unstable. The Dongjiang Army's progress in demolishing the wall became faster and faster.  Bai Youcai had already finished eating the prize he had won just now and had watched a lot of the show. After thinking that he had rested, he eagerly walked back to the queue.  General Dong gathered these people who had returned to the team and formed a new team. Then he took these hundreds of people to the back row and sat down, waiting for the command from the general of the headquarters for the team to attack.  Outside the formation of Bai Youcai's Dongjiang soldiers, there were countless other teams waiting to attack. Thousands of people sat quietly on the ground to conserve their strength.  In front of these waiting crowds, the Dongjiang Army's transport team was flowing in a steady stream.At every moment of the movement, someone ran past against the wall bricks and exchanged the wall bricks for the white label in the hands of the inspection officer.  In the past two hours, Huangshi has been estimating the defense strength in Haizhou City. Now it is obvious that the military strength in Haizhou City is not enough to deal with this kind of human sea tactic.  "How many casualties do we have? Two hundred? Three hundred?" Huang Shi hesitated and asked the guards beside him.  Although the enemy troops in Haizhou City dragged in a few small cannons, they did not cause dozens of casualties after fighting for so long.  The losses of the Dongjiang Army were mainly due to bows, arrows, wood and rocks. On the earth mountain, there was once a rolling log that did not block the yellow stone and it rolled down. More than a dozen people estimated that several of the officers and soldiers were killed.  "I'm afraid there are not three hundred Jiannu archers who can't move around the corner, and the main force is restrained by our army at the four city gates. However, I think there should be two hundred casualties." What Hong Antong said is similar to Huangshi's judgment.  .  Huang Shi looked around at the Changsheng Island internal guards. The faces of his subordinates all showed expressions of eagerness to try. Huang Shi issued an order: "I'm going to ask Commander Mao to fight. You send the order to the Fire Battalion Engineer Team to get them ready for battle."  "When Ouyang Xin led the fire-fighting battalion engineering team to the city.  The firepower from Haizhou City had already caused several casualties to them.  At this time, a large section of Haizhou city bricks had been stripped away by the Dongjiang army, and all the wall bricks were gone. The Dongjiang officer, who always had a smile on his face, took the lead in shouting: "Capture Haizhou and open up to eat meat."  After removing the city bricks in front of him to reveal the adobe inside the wall, the officer personally picked up a shovel and frantically dug dirt on the wall with his men.  The Dongjiang Saber and Shield Soldiers above their heads expanded to the wings and front for a distance to protect the friendly forces around the corner.  As much as possible, they could breach the walls without interference.  When the engineering team of the fire-fighting battalion reached the corner, Geng Zhongming was leading his battalion soldiers back, and there were already fresh troops from other battalions pushing up.  Panting, Geng Zhongming shook his numb arms and jumped down the city wall.  Geng Zhongming's shirt was covered with blood stains. He took a special detour to walk to the smiling Dongjiang officer and patted him on the shoulder approvingly: "Idiot Pan did a really good job today!" "That's that, that's right.  ." Idiot Pan laughed.  The men used all their strength to slam the iron down on the wall, and at the same time shouted even harder: "Hey brothers, let's open up Haizhou and eat meat~~~~" Even the earth and stone dug out of the wall could not be moved.  They were scattered on the ground blocking the road, so the people in front were digging while the people behind were cleaning them up and then putting them in their pockets and moving them away.  In order to facilitate the statistics of merit and reward, these local bags will also be carried back by Dongjiang officers and soldiers in exchange for white labels.  Wu Guobi, who was packing the loose soil, had already taken off his shirt and rolled up his trousers above his knees. His bronzed back was covered with scars and covered with a layer of water.  Bai Youcai ran back quickly and threw down the third bag, then took Bai Biao to exchange for broth and pancakes.  When he walked to the theater, he happened to see Sun Ergou and his third brother sitting there. When Bai Youcai went over to say hello, he saw that the soup cake in front of the third son of the Sun family did not move at all.  Sun Ergou hugged his younger brother to his chest and stared at the stage in front of him without blinking. The younger brother's head rested softly on Sun Ergou's shoulder.  Bai Youcai walked up to the two of them and wanted to say hello.  The sound lingered in his throat for a few times before he swallowed it back.  Sun Ergou turned a blind eye to Bai Youcai who walked up to him. His right arm was around his younger brother's shoulder, and his hand was still gently patting his younger brother's shoulder.  Bai Youcai stood beside these two people and listened to Sun Ergou cheering for the show on the stage.  Whenever he shouted "Hello", Sun Ergou would pat the third brother in his arms with his other hand.  Staring ahead, he whispered to his younger brother: "Look, don't you like this part the most? Look, Third Brother, don't you always say that this part of the play is the most enjoyable?" Bai Youcai pursed his lips and gently held the thing in his hand.  He placed it on the table of the two of them and stared at the strange smile on Sun Ergou's face motionlessly. After a long time, he squeezed out a sad voice: "Brother Sun." Bai Youcai didn't know what was coming next.  What should I say? With a smile on Sun Ergou's face, tears were streaming down his face. He shouted again in a low voice. At the same time, he hugged him tightly. The lifeless brother shook his head vigorously: "Look, look, you were a child."  I like this part the most and always argue with my parents to see it. I still remember it all." Sun Ergou's words reminded Bai Youcai of his past. The elders of the Bai family and the Sun family lived as honest people.  A life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset.  Although life is very hard, like all hard-working people in Liaodong, they can reap the harvest from the fields through daily hard work and enjoy the happiness of ordinary people with friends and family.  Ten years ago, Bai Youcai's grandfather was always worried that his eldest grandson would grow up quickly so that he could have a great-grandson. Now, Bai Youcai still remembers the smiles on his parents' faces when the old man mentioned this.  AfterThe past generation of farming and land reclamation passed down to this generation, and the Bai family also had some cultivated land. Grandpa Bai always sighed at that time: Bai Youcai's father's life was better than when he was a child. Bai Youcai's life was better than his father's life when he was a child. Look at it.  Life at home is getting better day by day. Grandpa can close his eyes even if he is dead.  But all these good prospects burst like a bubble.  Bai Youcai's father was hacked to death by the Jiannu at the well for defending his cattle. His mother and sister were also snatched away by the Jiannu and reportedly sold to the Mongols.  Master Bai took Bai Youcai and his younger brother and fled to Dongjiang desperately. Bai Youcai's younger brother also starved to death on the road because there was no food.  Now Bai Youcai¡¯s ideal is to follow Mao Shuai back to Liaodong one day.  He could let his grandfather sit on the land that had been cultivated by generations of the Bai family and hold his great-grandson and tell him stories.  Yes, when this day comes, Bai Youcai and his grandfather will definitely touch the land of their ancestors, cry bitterly, and set up a longevity plaque for Marshal Mao.  Bai Youcai knew that the four brothers of the Sun family had the same idea as him. When they got together to chat, the four brothers of the Sun family always talked about how their ancestors reclaimed the land and what the old people of the Sun family left for their children.  The old house still recalls the fertile land of Liaodong that has raised their Sun family for generations.  Bai Youcai looked around silently. Hundreds of Dongjiang officers and soldiers killed in action were all carried to the theater shed.  Comrade Dongjiang, who may or may not be recognized as the third child of the Sun family, is placed on a stool.  A soup cake was placed in front of each fallen Dongjiang officer and soldier, and the blood on their faces was carefully wiped away. The Dongjiang comrades who were responsible for taking care of them touched their painfully twisted faces with tears in their eyes to relax them.  They can watch the show happily for the last time.  Since the Ming Dynasty regained the Northeast from the Mongols, millions of Han people have left their homes and come to this desolate land.  I don¡¯t know how much hardship they made to open up this land, let alone how many people died in this area due to hunger and cold. After nearly three hundred years of hard work, these Han people dug crisscrossing ditches in the wilderness of the Northeast.  Fertile farmland was created and town fairs emerged.  Their descendants multiplied for generations and once reached as many as five million.  Whether it is Sun Ergou or Bai Youcai, they all belong to this fertile land developed by their ancestors; and this northeastern land soaked in the blood and sweat of more than ten generations of people undoubtedly belongs to their homeland.  But all this stopped during the Wanli period when the slaves migrated from the Tunguska Icefield.  They massacred five million Han people until only a few hundred thousand remained, and then attempted to take the Northeast as their own.  At present, the massacre is still continuing, and the resistance of the Han people in Liaodong is becoming more and more intense.  More corpses of Dongjiang Army dead soldiers were moved into the theater. Looking at the unconscious corpses, Bai Youcai suddenly felt as if there was a fire burning fiercely in his heart.  The pain made his chest almost explode.  Bai Youcai suddenly raised his head and screamed angrily at the sky with his mouth wide open.  Bai Youcai was illiterate and knew very little. He didn't know how many compatriots died under the sword of Jiannu. He didn't even know why the ferocious Jiannu wanted to massacre the Liaodong Han people who helped them settle and provided them with food.  This angry roar pierced the sky for a moment.  The square of the Dongjiang Army was full of cries full of confusion and pain. Most of the thousands or tens of thousands of Dongjiang officers and soldiers were as simple and simple as Bai Youcai. They did not want to embark on this road to make a living by slashing and killing.  The path is just that although these people are kind, they all understand the simplest truth: "Love those who love us. Hate those who hate us!"  The engineering team of the fire-fighting camp has never broken down the city wall before, so they were a little timid at first.  of.  Ouyang Xin looked at the arrogant friendly troops of Dongjiang Headquarters and kept beating a small drum in her heart for fear of embarrassing Changsheng Island and Dongjiang Left Association.  The engineering team only took over a small section of the city wall from the friendly forces at first, and then went up to try with their various digging tools. The officers of the engineering team nervously watched the progress of the project.  Although all the bricks on this section of the city wall have been removed, the adobe inside the wall is still very hard. If an iron pick hits it, it will just leave a shallow white mark. Even the steel used on Changsheng Island has no impact on the adobe.  obvious effect.  However, the engineering team soon discovered that Changsheng Island's drilling machine was still effective on the wall blank. They shook the handle in circles and drilled the drill bit deeply into the wall.  As the wall was drilled deep again and again, traces of cracks appeared on the surface of the wall, which was as solid as iron stone. Several engineers worked together to force a large lump of earth to finally fall with the cheers of the crowd.  After finding a suitable method, the engineering team of the firefighting battalion moved up all the auger drills. They quickly made concave surfaces one after another on the solid surface of the wall blank and continued to expand these concavities.  The officers and soldiers of the Dongjiang Headquarters who were standing next to the Changsheng Island Engineer Team looked at their progress and stopped what they were doing in surprise. The Changsheng Island Engineer Team's area of ??responsibility continued to expand.More and more officers and soldiers of the Dongjiang Headquarters saw the efficiency of the Zuo Xie, and more and more people gave up their areas of responsibility.  The Dongjiang guerrilla whom Geng Zhongming called Pan Fool kept digging hard on the wall with a pickaxe. Large drops of sweat rolled down his beard, forming a wet mark in front of General Pan.  He also dug out dense holes in the wall, which at first glance looked like a pockmarked face.  The progress of the engineering team of the fire-fighting battalion made General Pan stop. He stood aside and stared for a while, then dropped his hoe and came over to ask Ouyang Xin. He murmured: "This engineering team is really useful.  ¡±
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