Prince Chongzhen

Chapter 62: Mountain Collapse

It is basically appropriate to describe everything Zhu Cilang has to face as a sea of ​​fire and thorns.

But judging by the current situation, Ustu is the one who has to face all of this.

The sword attack from the Crown Prince of Ming forced him to first take action to neutralize it, and then try to use the sword to block the vital points.

In the short time that he was delayed, the person who was coming had already arrived.

"Boom!"

There was a sound of golden sound, and the arm that was originally waving the sword towards Zhu Cilang's neck suddenly drooped down.

Wustu's equipment is not afraid of knife strikes or gun stabbings. If the distance is a little further, even if he is hit directly by a bird gun, he will only suffer some flesh wounds.

But this does not mean that he is not afraid of a direct attack from heavy troops.

At this moment, he couldn't help but think of the things called plate armor in the red-haired ghost's hands.

If he had those things to protect himself, his arms would definitely be able to withstand this blow.

Since the end of the Song Dynasty and the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, Chinese armor has abandoned the approach of only focusing on protection and ignoring other things. This is why plate armor has not appeared on this land on a large scale.

This is of course due to the tactical flexibility accumulated over thousands of years, but on the other hand it is also due to the vast geographical location.

To put it bluntly, plate armor is strong, but it is not suitable for roaming this land. Otherwise, do you really think that Chinese craftsmen cannot make such an iron shell?

Ustu naturally didn't understand these reasons. He was just a little confused as to why the Khan refused to buy those things, and at the same time he was focusing all his attention on how to take off his clothes.

After this blow, most of his fighting power was gone. Even though he had grabbed Zhu Cilang's collar, he lost the ability to move further.

But if he let go just like that, Ustu would never do that.

Surrounded by enemy forces, the Crown Prince of Ming is his only hope for survival.

With a pull of his arm and a kick of his left leg, Zhu Cilang flew out and flew towards the edge of the city wall like a falling leaf.

"Your Highness!"

At this moment, no one cared whether Wusutu was alive or dead. After a few shouts, someone jumped out and tried to catch Zhu Cilang.

Ustu would not miss such a good opportunity. Using the force of the kick, he rushed out suddenly, and while the soldiers behind him had not yet reacted, he grabbed one of them and jumped directly out of the city.

"Your Highness! Are you okay?"

"No."

Although the surrounding soldiers were extremely thin due to years of malnutrition, with the combined efforts of several people, they were able to safely rescue Zhu Cilang.

But when everyone thought he was out of danger, he suddenly spit out blood, and Xiang Rensheng was so frightened that he was speechless.

"What should I do, Your Highness?"

"Don't panic! Help me up the slope and pretend nothing happened."

Although he was out of danger at this time, there were still shouts and screams from outside the city. If all the Tartars could not be driven out of the city, the outer city of Yingtian would still not be safe.

Zhu Cilang endured the pain in his chest and abdomen and returned to the slope with the help of Xiang Rensheng. When he turned around and looked at the battle group, he saw that there were only three or two Tatars guarding the city wall who were still holding on. Those who were confronting the defenders were naturally trapped.

Seeing this, Zhu Cilang felt a little relieved, and then he looked outside the city again.

At this time, there was a wall of fire composed of countless torches outside Yingtian City, but no matter how he distinguished, he could only hear the sounds of shouting and killing, but did not see many Tartars attacking the city wall.

"Save people."

After giving Chao Rensheng some instructions, Zhu Cilang's anger finally eased a little.

Although the Qing army at this time still had those battle-hardened soldiers and their equipment was still well-made, the momentum they displayed was completely different from before.

Although only a dozen of the Qing troops were wearing iron armor, they fought as if they were invulnerable to swords and spears. Now, facing the iron rods of the guard camp, even the few Tartars who were wearing iron armor had to move around.

It really makes people feel relieved when watching it.

But then again, if the Tartars had not been fighting the defenders for quite a while and their physical strength and fighting spirit were almost exhausted, no matter how well-equipped the Guard Battalion was, it would not be as relaxed as it is now.

"Is this the role of cannon fodder?"

As soon as the thought came into his mind, Zhu Cilang decisively extinguished it.

After patrolling the city that day, he no longer had the idea of ​​using his soldiers as cannon fodder.

It is said that soldiers get paid, but is this pay really enough to make you look good?
Did the soldiers who fought desperately today really put their lives in Zhu Cilang's hands just for a little pork and a few coins?

Thinking about it this way, Zhu Cilang was indeed ashamed of his original thoughts.

Within a stick of incense, some Tartars had already jumped down from the city wall.

Seeing that the situation was settled, Zhu Cilang's guilt subsided a little and he asked Rensheng, "Why did you come so quickly?"

The guard camp was stationed on the side of Zhongshan Mountain. Although the situation at Yaofang Gate could be seen at a glance from there, the mountain road was difficult to travel on. If the time for waking up and getting armed was taken into account, it would take at least three to five quarters of an hour to arrive.

"If it's daybreak, the mansion won't let our car pass."

After hearing Xiang Rensheng's somewhat irrelevant answer, Zhu Cilang thought for a long time before he finally understood his meaning.

At this time of year, the hierarchy is very strict. It is an honor for a laborer like Xiang Rensheng to be able to deal with the servants in the mansion. How could they be allowed to appear near the mansion in the early morning when nobles come in and out?

Aren’t you afraid of disturbing the important person?
"Break the rules."

Zhu Cilang couldn't help but complain, completely ignoring the fact that if it weren't for this broken rule, how could Xiang Rensheng and the others develop the habit of getting up at Yinshi, and how could they reach the city in such a short time in the dark.

"Your Highness, your injury..."

"It's okay. I'll just go see a doctor after this."

After saying that, Zhu Cilang turned his gaze back to the battle group.

At this time, it was only an incense stick or two before the guard camp arrived, but there were no longer any Tatars still resisting on the city wall.

As the saying goes: A defeat is like a mountain collapsing.

He originally thought that this sentence described only the consequences of the defeat, but when he saw the scene on the city wall clearly, he realized that this sentence was probably more about the suddenness of the defeat.

It seemed that the enemy and our side were fighting fiercely just a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye, the disadvantaged side completely reversed the situation because of the arrival of reinforcements.

Afterwards, everyone fought or fled, and the army formation that had been tightly coordinated like a machine was completely scattered in a blink of an eye.

Isn't this as sudden as a landslide?

Zhu Cilang sighed in his heart, and the shouting and killing sounds outside the city disappeared without a trace in a few breaths.

The dragon-like wall of fire gradually narrowed along with the fire line extending from it, until it finally disappeared from sight.

"Return!"

"The Tartars have retreated!"

"Your Highness is mighty!"

Waves of cheers echoed in the city, and the tension in Zhu Cilang's heart finally relaxed.

"Send someone to inform the inner city that the Tartars have been repelled."

(End of this chapter)