The An Clan's army became the chosen army, and they were sent to continue the battle.
As the saying goes, when enemies meet, their eyes turn red. The An Clan and the Yang Clan had been enemies for centuries, and it was only in recent decades that they showed signs of easing. But that was only on the surface, not in their hearts. Now they belonged to two different camps, and they still fought as they should.
An Jiangchen personally led the battle in full armor. The An Clan's army was more elite and better trained than the previous army. Although in Zheng Ying's eyes, they were just a little better than a motley crew, they were not a motley crew.
The Qin Army's artillery support was sufficient. After a round of indiscriminate bombardment, the An Clan's army blew their bugles and advanced bravely. Yang Yinglong looked at the An Clan's army with red eyes and gave the order to counterattack.
On the city wall, there were arrows, guns, cannons, logs, and stones all raining down on the heads of the An Clan's army. This time, hundreds of years of hatred had been settled. If you want me dead, I won't let you live. Let's see who is more ruthless.
An Jiangchen gritted his teeth as he looked at the Bozhou Army fighting back desperately, and the soldiers under his command who were constantly dying. His heart was bleeding. He didn't know why Zheng Ying had uncharacteristically asked them to be the main force for the day, but he knew he had no right to refuse.
Previously, when the Qin Army was the main force, he thought he could fish in troubled waters and reduce casualties. But now they were going to attack directly.
Fortunately, the Qin Army had given them some weapons and armor, and they would help treat the wounded, so their losses were not too great. Even so, he couldn't bear to look at the soldiers who kept dying. When they died, his eyes turned red, and he wished he could personally lead his soldiers to cut off Yang Yinglong's head.
Two hours later, the An Clan's army retreated like a tide under the command of the drums, but they still couldn't break the earth wall. Their losses were very heavy, not much better than the soldiers of the five departments and seven families. The camp was full of wounded soldiers, and many had died in battle. Many of their leaders had also died. It was very troublesome.
An Jiangchen didn't get any praise.
Zheng Ying gave the order to prepare meals and ordered that after lunch and rest in the afternoon, the Qin Army Qi Dayong's troops and the Song Army would take turns to attack.
Yang Yinglong had repelled two groups of native soldiers in a row, and was celebrating his victory. Yang Yinglong's mind became clearer, and he began to think about the reason why the Qin Army changed their attack order. Some bold guesses gave him a lot of ideas, but he couldn't prove them.
He could only wait and continue to observe.
Lunch was quite interesting. Once the Qin Army was about to fight, they would definitely let the soldiers eat their fill before the battle. Then, they would leave enough time for the soldiers to digest and then attack.
Although they didn't need to eat the Qin Army's rations and had their own, the rich contents of the Qin Army's rations still made the native soldiers envious.
For example, the Qin Army's special pancakes and hot broth. In this cold weather, eating pancakes and drinking broth was very comfortable. Their bodies were warm, and their hands were warm.
Unlike the native soldiers, who could only gnaw on dry rations. Their hands and feet were cold, and they would shiver when the wind blew. They couldn't even hold weapons with their hands, let alone fight with their lives.
The Cooks' Army Unit of the Qin Army specialized in cooking. Every time it was time to eat, the food would be steaming hot and fragrant, which made some native soldiers drool and stare at them. They just felt embarrassed. Later, it was Zheng Ying who took this into consideration and sent them some pancakes and broth to eat to make them happy.
They also sent people to learn how to make pancakes from the Cooks' Army Unit of the Qin Army. Zheng Ying didn't keep it a secret and asked Old Huotou to teach them.
After lunch, it was time to rest and let the soldiers tidy themselves up. Then it was time to attack in the afternoon. Qi Dayong's Qin Army carried out the first wave, and Song Seong-eun's army carried out the last wave. After that, they would withdraw and go back to the camp. They would not fight at night.
This was also Zheng Ying's order. He changed the way of attacking day and night. In the future, they would not attack at night, and everyone should have a good rest.
The native soldiers were puzzled, and so were many officers and soldiers of the Qin Army. The Generals of the Qin Army also asked Zheng Ying why they stopped attacking with all their strength. Zheng Ying didn't explain, only saying that it was the commander-in-chief's order and they had to obey it.
Since he had said so, the Generals didn't dare to continue asking. The military law of the Qin Army was strict, and the ranks in the army were strict. Since the commander-in-chief had said so, they certainly had to obey.
Then, the soldiers' cultural cram class continued in the evening.
The Generals were puzzled. They didn't know what Zheng Ying wanted to do.
In the afternoon, Qi Dayong led the army to attack. The intensity of the attack was obviously reduced according to Zheng Ying's order. After fighting for less than two hours, they withdrew, which made the soldiers of Bozhou on the city wall feel very strange. Why did the Qin Army, which used to fight with all their might, fight so sloppily this time?
Then it was Song Seong-eun's turn. Behind Song Seong-eun's army was also the Qin Army supervising troops. They were forced to fight very fiercely. Song Seong-eun's army and An Jiangchen's army were equally matched, and both were above the armies of the five departments and seven families.
The army under Song Seong-eun's command fought very fiercely. Many soldiers of the Song Family climbed up the city wall, and there was even a general with a machete in his hand. The killing on the tower was a reign of terror.
Finally, when they sounded the gongs to withdraw, Yang Yinglong felt relieved. Thinking of the strange things he had encountered today, a certain speculation in his heart became clearer and clearer. At night, when they didn't find that the Qin Army came to fight at night and didn't let them rest, this speculation became more and more certain.
Of course, Yang Yinglong still couldn't quite believe his speculation. After all, the fierce attack of the Qin Army before almost stunned him. Almost in the blink of an eye, they lost all the foundations except the Hailong Depot, which made him unable to react.
Now he reacted in time and found that all this was too sudden. The spirit of the Qin Army was at its peak, and the battle was too smooth. Once they encountered a setback, their morale would be dampened, and it would not be so easy to raise it again.
Yang Yinglong ordered the soldiers on the city wall not to slack off and to continue the night watch. He went down the tower to find a place to rest.
These days, he was really too tired and didn't have a good rest at all. Now that he had a little free time to rest, he didn't dare to relax his vigilance. He lay on the bed with his sword in his arms, closed his eyes, and fell asleep at some point.
The next day, the situation of the battle was still the same. The main force was still the native soldiers, and the Qin Army made a symbolic attack. It was the same on the third day and the fourth day.
What was more annoying was that on the evening of the fourth day, when Song Seong-eun's army was exhausted, Yang Yinglong unexpectedly led his soldiers to open the city gate and kill their way out. They killed Song Seong-eun's army and made them retreat. Not only did they suffer heavy casualties, but they also took many captives.
They fought like this for four days in a row, and even fought back against Yang Yinglong. Not only the chieftains couldn't stand it, but the generals of the Qin Army also couldn't stand it.
In the beginning, they fought a battle every day, but now they fought a battle every four days. Their bodies were almost rusty from the rest. They all chased after Zheng Ying and asked, "Are we going to fight like this? Are we going to take down the Hailong Depot or not? "
But Zheng Ying didn't explain, and he didn't want to see them. He hid in the commander's tent and didn't show his face. He didn't want to see anyone, and only said that he would do as he was ordered.
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