Chapter 14: Battle of Chenglingji 5 Chapter 14: Battle of Chenglingji 4

At this moment, Zhang Xianbi secretly complained that Ma Luan was hesitant and procrastinated. He had sent someone to ask for reinforcements yesterday. Ma Luan hesitated all night and only sent reinforcements after a fight broke out today.

If reinforcements had been sent out early, it would definitely not have been such an embarrassing situation.

A lot of things can change in one night.

His original intention was to send reinforcements to support Chenglingji first. Because he did not understand that the focus of the Xia army's attack was Chenglingji. Once Chenglingji was lost, it would lose the outlet connecting Dongting Lake and the Yangtze River. I'm afraid it would be too late.

The Xia navy could not be restricted from entering Dongting Lake.

This would have a huge impact on the war.

At this moment, he had to hope that Yang Congyi could persist for a while longer.

After all, Chengling Mountain is condescending. If Chengling Mountain is not defended, Chenglingji will not be able to defend it. Facing the condescending bombardment on the mountain, coupled with the siege from three sides, Yinchenglingji cannot be saved no matter how hard you think. You can only get the best of both worlds.

It's lighter.

Soon, the reinforcements that were supposed to join Yang Congyi's troops in encircling and suppressing Wang Jincai suddenly changed direction and wanted to go east to support Chengling Mountain.

Wang Jincai let out a big breath and felt that his back was wet with cold sweat. He could clearly see that there were a lot of reinforcements from the Ming army, at least more than 10,000 people. There were only more than 2,000 people around him, and most of them were injured.

Yes, facing more than ten thousand Ming troops, the outcome is almost certain.

But they never expected that when they arrived here, the Ming army would suddenly turn their heads and go somewhere else.

Wang Jincai thought to himself: "I don't have much time. The general must have attacked fiercely, and other places cannot support it. That's why I have a chance to breathe now. If I don't take advantage of this opportunity, I will have to wait a while to capture Chenglingji."

There would be no chance.

At this moment, Wang Jincai charged forward and fought for less than half an hour. He died in his hands, at least ten years old.

I don’t know if Wang Jincai has been pampered for so many years. His physical strength is not what it was before. Or maybe he is a little older. He is no longer young, and he is not flawless. At this moment, his body is extremely heavy, and he feels sore at the slightest movement.

Bloating-pain.

He still encouraged his tired body to continue fighting.

Fortunately, reinforcements came and returned, which dealt a huge blow to the morale of Yang Congyi's troops.

If reinforcements had never arrived, perhaps they could have persisted. But giving hope and then extinguishing it would be a huge blow. The decline in morale directly led to the decline in the combat effectiveness of Yang Congyi's troops. This was not only

Wang Jin just felt it.

Deng He also felt it.

Yang Congyi finally couldn't hold on to the defensive line, and Linying's soldiers rushed to Chenglingji.

Half of Chenglingji was deep into the river and half was above the land. Wang Jincai finally joined forces with Deng He.

Wang Jincai took Deng He and felt that he couldn't hold on any longer, and said: "Brother Deng, I can't hold on any longer. The rest is

Leave it to you."

Deng He looked much better than Wang Jincai. Although Deng He also attacked the enemy, Deng He had more chips in his hands. He let his subordinates take turns to go into battle, and it was not Deng He's turn to go into battle himself. Deng He supported Wang Jincai and said: "Wang

Don’t worry, General, I’ll leave this place to you.”

But before the two of them could talk about how to pull out the last stronghold on Chenglingji, the situation between heaven and earth suddenly changed.

A gust of north wind blew, and countless clouds gathered together. The more they gathered, the darker the color.

The clouds also changed from white clouds to dark clouds. It seemed that the weight of the dark clouds became heavier and heavier, and they pressed lower and lower. Driven by the north wind, in just a moment, they covered the entire sky from north to south.

Visibility suddenly dimmed.

Under the strong wind, Zhang Xuan suddenly felt a sense of coolness, as if the sweltering heat had been blown away.

But this kind of coolness cannot give Zhang Xuan any feeling of joy. Instead, it feels as dull as a dark cloud.

"What I hate most are variables." Zhang Xuan thought to himself. But he also knew that the most abundant thing in the world is variables.

Dealing with unexpected situations is an essential ability for every general.

Zhang Xuan suppressed his thoughts and looked at the dark clouds that were almost pressing on his forehead, knowing that a heavy rain was definitely coming.

The weather in summer is like this, and sudden changes in weather are normal.

He quickly analyzed the pros and cons of the sudden heavy rain in his mind. The first thing he had to face was the massive failure of firearms.

However, in the current situation, the two sides are in close combat, and firearms are no longer of much use.

Although fighting in the heavy rain is difficult, it is difficult for me to defeat him.

Zhang Xuan did not think that the fighting will of his own troops would be inferior to that of the Ming army. However, Zhang Xuan's heart sank and he thought: "The battle on the ground may not be a problem. But the battle on the river is hard to say."

The Xia Army's naval combat effectiveness has always been based on firearms. Whether it is artillery or muskets. Today's firearms are not capable of releasing water, and large-scale rainfall will definitely have an impact on the war.

But at this moment, Zhang Xuan can't control so much.

The thunder of "rumbling." came over. The crackling raindrops fell. The raindrops were very big at the beginning. Every drop of rain hitting the ground could wet the ground the size of a table tennis ball.

Zheng Lian immediately covered Zhang Xuan's head with a black oil-paper umbrella. Zhang Xuan pushed the umbrella away and said, "The soldiers are all fighting in the rain. What do I need this umbrella for?"

The heavy rain poured down. Zhang Xuan was instantly wet. The rain stuck his clothes to Zhang Xuan's body and flowed down. It gave Zhang Xuan a feeling of being showered for a long time.

The view was obscured by heavy rain.

All Zhang Xuan could see was the rain column connecting the sky and the earth. The mountains in the distance were hidden in the rain. What?

Can't see either.

Even other sounds were hidden in the sound of rain, and nothing could be heard.

But Zhang Xuan still tried hard to look south, as if he was trying hard to see his subordinates who were fighting hard.

Under such heavy rain, visibility was very low.

The soldiers on both sides were trapped in the dilemma of fighting on their own, and almost all command methods were restricted.

I couldn't see the command flag clearly at all. I almost shouted loudly, and my mouth was filled with rainwater. Even if I shouted, it couldn't reach far.

In such an environment, the winner will be determined quickly.

The most powerful thing about Xu Du's department is its grassroots organizational ability. Even under the interference of heavy rain, they can still maintain the most basic organization.

But the Ming army was different.

All departments of the Ming army, whether Zhang Xianbi's or Huang Chaoxuan's, were urgently expanded. Except for the core of three to four thousand people, the rest were expanded.

The core of Zhang Xianbi is not separated, and we can still hold on, but now under the heavy rain, we can't see each other, so naturally we can't hold on.

With one collapse, a chain reaction quickly occurred.

In the heavy rain, Zhang Xianbi was covered in blood, and the rain was hitting the blood. Although his vision was unclear under the heavy rain, Zhang Xianbi could vaguely hear the cry of killing in his ears, and it gradually became lower.

Then you know what's going on.

The shouts of killing have become lower, which means that the battle has ended in many places. But as he faces more and more enemies, he understands why.

"Withdraw." Zhang Xianbi said.

If something couldn't be done, Zhang Xianbi naturally knew what to do. After all, he might not have much experience in winning battles, but he had a lot of experience in defeating them.

Whether it was the defeat of Fu Zonglong or the death of Song Yihe, both Zhang Xianbi and Huang Chaoxuan escaped from such a major defeat. One can imagine the various means involved. They were not loyal and loyal ministers of the Ming Dynasty.

If he could win, he would definitely work hard. But in this situation, nothing could be done. Zhang Xianbi naturally chose to retreat.

Although the heavy rain brought a lot of troubles to Zhang Xianbi, it also brought a lot of conveniences, at least at this time. When Zhang Xianbi wanted to leave, the traces that were temporarily covered by the heavy rain made it impossible to follow him.

However, even with the cover of heavy rain, not everyone can walk. Some people cannot walk, such as Yang Congyi.

Yang Congyi has reached a desperate situation.

Yang Congyi and his men were forced to the top of Chenglingji, which was deep into the river and surrounded by rivers on three sides.

There were dark clouds, heavy rain, wind and rain. One wave after another. The river lapped at Chenglingji and broke into countless pieces of jade.

Yang Congyi was surrounded by only dozens of people. This was Yang Congyi's last team.
Chapter completed!