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There are many ways to siege a city, and a strong attack is one of them. It is easier to attack with a crossbow and stone cannon than to use a ladder to smash a pole and a cart.

But the problem is that the soldiers of the Southern King on the city wall have more sophisticated weapons, and there are constant explosives being thrown. Wang Baobao's soldiers are still unable to move even an inch under the cannon fire.

There are explosions in their ears, and most of the soldiers who are bombed will be dizzy and deaf. Although they are not really deaf, they will lose their ability to move for a period of time. was killed.

Wang Baobao was standing beside the car, unable to make up his mind.

Crossbows and stone cannons are useless, is it really necessary to use the doors of his soldiers to open the door?

—Even if they really used their lives, [-]% of the doors would not be able to break open.

"Back!" Wang Baobao said loudly.

His military order was passed down, and the front began to beat drums.

It is difficult to convey military orders on the battlefield, either by changing flags or beating drums.

Less instructions.

Thinking about the sound of the drum, the generals on Wang Baobao's side began to take the lead in retreating.

The two days of beating with the stick exhausted them.

"It's evil." Several young generals waited in front of Wang Baobao's tent to listen to the order. The young generals were all covered in blood, and the clothes inside the armor were soaked. They didn't know whether it was sweat or blood. They whispered talking.

"It's as if you're not afraid of death."

"Never seen anything like this."

When they first came here, they were all ambitious, thinking that the news they got in Dadu was true, Hanyang was short of manpower, weapons were not good, and medicines were scarce, while they had elite soldiers and generals with the most elite soldiers and the most sophisticated weapons from the imperial court. , Although there is not much food and grass, there is also a lot, and it will continue to be shipped in the future.

But when I came to Hanyang, I found out that the news was all fake.

Few of the soldiers I saw in the past two days were as skinny as rumored.

On the contrary, they don't look strong, but they have a lot of strength.

The momentum of rushing over even the battle-tested generals were shocked.

In this world, there are such soldiers?

When they fight, they always keep people behind, just to prevent soldiers from fleeing. If anyone dares to run back, they will kill the deserters themselves first, so as to ensure that the soldiers do not flee.

The young generals are worried, everyone knows that they have to fight this battle, they have to fight, and now they are in a dilemma.

If you retreat at this time, let's not talk about whether Hanyang will pursue it, but just say that the court...

Several people shuddered.

If he fled back, Wang Baobao would still be able to save his life. These young generals would be gone as soon as they were gone, and no one would shed a single tear for them except their own family.

"Come in." Wang Baobao spoke from the tent.

Several people went in together, separating the two sides.

The aides stood at the back, and they wanted to discuss how to fight tomorrow.

A teenager said: "It's better to use skittles..."

"It's better to use a rush car."

"It's hard to get close to a car, let alone hit a pole."

They brought a ladder, but they couldn't get close to the city wall at all. There was a rain of arrows, and not all soldiers could wear armor.

Wang Baobao pursed his lips: "But what else can I do?"

No one spoke.

What else can I do?There are only a few means of siege.

In the past two days, morale has dropped drastically.

The generals have fought more than one battle and know what it means.

At this time, a young general said: "Prime Minister... why don't we give it to the court..."

He wants to retreat, this battle can't be won at all, unless Hanyang has a brain problem and opens the city gate to welcome them in, otherwise the hard attack will not be successful at all, they can't fight armaments, the local explosives are enough for them Overwhelmed, fight the number of people?Hanyang's soldiers must be more than twice as many as theirs.

Fight for morale... Who wants to fight for morale with soldiers who are not afraid of death?It's fine if one or two are not afraid of death, but [-]% of them are not afraid of death, how terrifying?

Wang Baobao raised his hand, and everyone was silent.

Whether to retreat or not is no longer their decision.

The court situation is no better than the battlefield.

The emperor doesn't care about things now, and all civil and military officials have their own ideas.

Wang Baobao pursed his lips: "If you can't do it tomorrow, then the day after tomorrow. If you can't do it in a month, you can go back to court!"

He will save his troops no matter what.

If all the soldiers are broken here, Da Yuan will be finished, and he will become a sinner.

But it is true that the class teacher has returned to court, and he is also a sinner.

The generals bowed their heads in agreement.

But when they walked out of the camp, the expressions on everyone's faces were a little dazed.

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It seems that if you fight, you will die, and if you don't fight, you will die.

But their family members are all in Dadu, and if they die on the battlefield, their crimes are not as good as their family members. At worst, they ransacked their homes and still saved their lives.

But if he escapes, the whole family will die.

Morale in the battalion was low.

They attacked for a month, and thousands of people died every day.

Later, even some soldiers wanted to escape, but they were all beheaded on the spot.

No one dared to escape, but on the battlefield, no matter what, they couldn't attack the city.

As soon as the burning approached, explosives roared all over the place. Their catapults threw stones into the city, but there was no sound from inside. Presumably, the people had been relocated within the range that the catapults could reach.

Wang Baobao was about to retreat, but the supervising army stopped him.

The supervisor is a minister favored by Emperor Hui of the Yuan Dynasty. He has a close relationship with Ha Ma, and he works hand in hand.

Seeing that Wang Baobao wanted to withdraw, he called up his teacher to question him.

"What does the prime minister mean by this? Now that Hanyang has not been captured, you actually want to flee back to Dadu with your tail between your legs? After returning to Dadu, how do you explain to the emperor?" What kind of burden is there?"

The soldiers behind Wang Baobao were not angry, and said angrily: "You said it lightly, but it's not you who went to the battlefield to fight for your life!"

Wang Baobao scolded angrily: "Shut up!"

The soldier grimaced and bit his lip.

Wang Baobao smiled towards the supervising army: "Thanks to the emperor's love, the supervising army is not in a hurry. After returning to Dadu, I will naturally ask the emperor for guilt."

The overseer scolded: "Prime Minister, you know how many troops, food, grass, and weapons in the storehouse have been sent by the court for this battle. If you go back with your tail between your legs, the Prime Minister will not be able to please you, and I will not be able to eat." Walk!"

Wang Baobao restrained his smile, looked at the supervising army with a cold face, his eyes were deep and full of killing intent: "If we don't retreat at this time, we will try our best to retreat, and the king of the South will send troops to chase after us, then we will be at the end of our rope, and we can still preserve our strength when we go back. Otherwise, where is the great Yuan country? Without soldiers, how can we recover the country?!"

Supervisor: "Prime Minister...you can't go back."

The supervisor retreated: "Go back now, both of us..."

No matter how much the emperor doted on him, after such a defeat, it would be difficult for Ha Ma to keep him.

But he didn't want to die, he cherished his life.

Wang Baobao: "As an official in the same dynasty, I would like to advise you that Dadu is the foundation of the country. Without Dadu, we will all be ruined."

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"Wang Baobao withdrew?" Lin Yuan sat on the city wall, his eyes lit up, and he said to the general beside him, "Tell the two generals, Zhu and Chen, to lead the troops to pursue and attack with General Li back and forth, and capture Wang Baobao alive!"

The general beside him hastily agreed to retreat.

Li Congrong left his trusted people in Huangzhou and brought 5 people over.

With Zhu Yuanzhang and Chen Bosong in a double-team situation, he is not afraid that he will not be able to defeat the soldiers of the imperial court.

Lin Yuan exhaled slowly and clenched his fists.

How long the Yuan Dynasty will live depends on this experience.

Zhu Yuanzhang and Chen Bosong led the cavalry to the forefront.

The infantry followed closely behind.

They took away the best troops. Everyone wore armor. The cavalry was light and easy to use on horseback. Generally, they only wore armor and put a breastplate on their chests. The infantry was armed from head to toe.

Li Congrong was accompanied by his most capable subordinates, and the three parties gathered together.

When Wang Baobao heard the scout's report, he was stunned for a moment.

He looked back at his subordinates who had followed him for so many years, at the exhausted soldiers, so many lives...

Wang Baobao closed his eyes, his lips squirmed, and he could no longer say those two words.

He, Wang Baobao, never lowered his head, never lowered his head.

Of the 20 troops that could be brought in, there are now less than 6 left.

Whether these 6 people are real numbers or imaginary numbers is unknown.

Even if they break out, how many can they keep?Can you save half?

Back in Dadu, what kind of rules are these people?

"The enemy is coming!"

Wang Baobao gripped the long saber tightly.

He couldn't descend, if he descended, Da Yuan's backbone would be broken, and he couldn't be connected again.

Even if you die here, you can't surrender!

"Great Yuan warriors! Follow me!" Wang Baobao rode his horse and rushed to the forefront.

The proud soldier will be defeated, and the sad soldier will be victorious.

This is Wang Baobao's last belief.

The blood seemed to dye the sky red, and the blood splashed into the eyes. When the eyes were opened, everything was blood red.

Wang Baobao pulled out the arrow from his abdomen, panting for breath, red-eyed.

He could hear the screams and saw that the subordinate who had been following him had his neck cut with a knife.

Wang Baobao's world suddenly became quiet, and he couldn't hear anything.

The subordinate was still alive, he covered his neck, looked in Wang Baobao's direction, and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to call the prime minister.

He wanted to say that he did not embarrass the Mongols, and he did not flinch for a moment until the last moment of his life.

But before he fell down, a knife pierced his chest. The enemy soldiers didn't even look at him. There were corpses everywhere, and there was blood everywhere. The soldier who killed him didn't even know who he was, so he targeted the blade other people.

"Disarm and surrender, those who surrender will not be killed!" someone shouted from the enemy.

Wang Baobao looked around, thinking that someone would surrender, but at this time, none of the soldiers put down their weapons.

He heard someone shouting: "We Mongolian warriors will never surrender even if we die in battle!"

They fight to the last moment.

None surrendered.

Wang Baobao fell to the ground, letting his life flow to his blood.

He didn't know whether he was a success or a failure in this life.

But he is worthy of his ancestors, the emperor, and Xue Chanhan.

After going to the underworld, he can also say with a clear conscience that he is worthy of the emperor, and he is worthy of the thick soil, and he has tried his best.

In the spring of the 25th year of Zhengzheng, Wang Baobao led his army to attack Hanyang, was defeated, and died of exhaustion.

The vitality of the Yuan Dynasty is exhausted.