Chapter 115 For the World

Eighty miles northwest of Xiangyang City, Gucheng County.

The sunset gradually sets, and the remaining afterglow makes people feel shrill. The setting sun is like blood, the setting sun is weeping blood, and under the sunset glows, there seems to be an indescribable sadness.

The clouds echoed the broken Dashun flag, revealing rays of bright red, and responding to the sudden shouts of killing, which was a bit more shrill.

"Prince!"

"The north of the city was broken through!"

Dong Yunlin's eyes were so bloody that he waved the big knife in his hand. On a mercenary in front of him, a body wearing a bright armored garment slowly slid down.

"Take the old man over!"

Hearing this, he came to report the old soldier's face was stunned, his voice was filled with a crying voice, desperate and sad...

"It's gone, there's no old reserve team anymore. All the people who can stand up have been taken over by President Liu, and they all died in the north of the city!"

The sound of footsteps that shook the earth almost shattered the small county town of Gucheng.

Looking back on his experiences in the past few years, following the battles between Dashun and the north and resisting the tyranny of the court, this was the most glorious day in his life.

Even if the Dashun Army's garrison in the city could not provide food and wages, it never robbed the people in the city even once.

The old man naturally understood this truth. He nodded and wanted to help Dong Yunlin stand up. But with a little force, he saw Dong Yunlin grinning and calling him.

Outside the city, the Ming army's large formation flags covered the sky, and dozens of cannons kept spitting out the flames. Every time the shell landed on the top of the city, countless screams of the soldiers of the Shun would be heard.

At this moment, he held a sword in his hand and looked at the dozen old soldiers and more than 300 ordinary soldiers who were retreating, with a gratified smile on his face.

"Burn all the food, grass and supplies in the city, so don't leave them at all for these dogs and soldiers!"

Since the siege was ordered five days ago, his expression has not changed at all.

But Gucheng is just a forefront of Xiangyang. Dong Yunlin has only 600 powerful soldiers and only more than 4,000 ordinary soldiers.

The ant-like Ming army was climbing onto the city wall, climbing continuously from every battlement, fighting with the Dashun soldiers guarding the city.

"We have met the officers and soldiers for more than ten years, and we have met them when it is more difficult than this. How could this time be worse!"

Outside the city, Wang Guangen wore a black helmet of Ming Dynasty general and a pair of exquisite and gorgeous black mountain armor. The Wang-sized high-speed flag on his head kept swaying under the strong wind.

"Walk!"

The number of people assigned to fight on each city was only a thousand people. Facing the tide of Yunyang army outside the city, they were just a mantis armed chariot.

"I will watch the gang here, die under the banner of Dashun, and kill dogs, officers and soldiers for the sake of the people of the world and brothers!"

He was supported and walked a few steps, then leaned against the city wall, blood flowing from under him, his face became pale, and he knew that he could not live.

The old man was pushed away, turned around and looked outside the city, and found that the Ming army outside the city was carrying out the final organization.

The people here have not paid any taxes or labor service for two years.

Since Li Zicheng captured Xiangyang Prefecture in the 14th year of Chongzhen, Gucheng has been under the rule of Dashun for two years.

"Don't just fall into the city and take people who can still leave and retreat to the streets and alleys!"

The old man almost cried, but he still kept his head silently and wanted to pull Dong Yunlin up, as if he hadn't heard these words at all.

The Dashun soldiers who were still in the south of the city were all remnants, old and weak, and many people from Gucheng who spontaneously climbed the city to help the battle.

"The officers and soldiers are in great power. We will take the lieutenant into the city before we can take the funeral!"

On my shoulder, the knife wound caused by someone was still causing a vague pain.

The old soldier was so heartbroken that he finally got up and his eyes were decisive.

The remaining old soldiers in the south of the city tied the commander Dong Yunlin to the flagpole of Dashun so that the Dashun soldiers who were still fighting in the city could see their chief general.

Dong Yunlin forced himself to stand up and issued his last order as the Dashun Commander, and he smiled bitterly.

"I can't leave anymore. You should take the moving people to the city, burn off the food and supplies, and continue to deal with the dogs and soldiers through the streets and alleys."

"If you can delay for half a day, it will be half a day. The Little King Chuang has arrived in Xiangyang now. We want to let these Guanzhong brothers who have won the battle in Tongguan see."

Attacking Gucheng and Gao Doushu is just a simple foreplay.

Then, he pushed away an old soldier in front of him.

However, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, this situation was extremely rare. Most of the time, the Dashun Army in the city was completely uninvaded.

Dong Yunlin was tied to the flagpole, waving the sword in his hand hard, and there was no fear at all.

"I will die on the way to charge even if I die. Brothers, I, Dong Yunlin, are disabled and cannot rush out of the city with you."

This kind of life was almost unimaginable in the feudal dynasty of ancient times. Therefore, everyone's hearts were obedient and everyone regarded themselves as obedient to the people.

What's more, after the war started, the former Ming landlords and gentry who were suppressed by Dashun in the city spread rumors and chaos in the city.

After a while, a fire lit up into the sky in the city. When the Ming army outside the city saw this, they were obviously shocked and immediately accelerated the attack.

Dong Yunlin smiled and the pain caused by the injuries on his body became clearer. Without moving for a moment, he would feel the piercing pain.

Dong Yunlin's face was defeated and almost fell to the top of the city.

"If you fight with these dog soldiers, even if you die, you will not be able to get supplies in Gucheng. You will take your brothers and all of them to the city."

He turned his head and looked at the plain outside the south of the city, his face full of disbelief and regret, his armor had long been soaked in blood.

It is also because of this that the Dashun Army had almost suffered all casualties, and the people in the city almost spontaneously formed and organized to help the Dashun Army resist the Ming army's "invasion".

Before attacking this place, Wang Guangen had already contacted the old landlords and officials in the city, promising to give them a wealthy family life in exchange for information.

At its worst, it was just to loot the landlords' farmlands and hold those wealth embezzled by the former Ming bureaucrats to support the army.

These landlords also had a great hatred for Dashun's rule. Whether in the Qing Dynasty or the Ming Dynasty, they were all homeless.

"No, no need."

The dozen remaining old bosses around were also covered in dust, and they were all brought with them, surrounding Dong Yunlin, with deep reluctance on their faces.

As the general of the post Liu Wu died in the North City, it was declared that the North City was completely destroyed by the Ming army, and the other city gates must be far from being better.

Their back formation shouted that the horse was neighing, and the general under the big flag had a shiny face, and he didn't take a small county garrison seriously.

Although it is hard and difficult, Dashun has overthrew the Ming court and established a country in the northwest. In order to ensure that Dashun the world, Dong Yunlin is willing to shed the last drop of blood.

Dong Yunlin's garrison not only guards the city wall, but also guards against rebellions from the city. Many people are dropping the bucket.

Dong Yunlin lost any strength. If he hadn't been tied up, he would not be able to stand up at all.

"The garrison of Xiangyang Prefecture is no worse than their field camp!"

This is a true portrayal of the hearts of Dashun in the world. At least in Xiangyang Prefecture, Li Zicheng's Dashun has been truly regarded as the new dynasty.

Taking advantage of this, Wang Guangen had already figured out the details of the Dashun garrison in Gucheng. This battle was just a one-sided massacre from the beginning.

But he didn't expect that with just these thousands of old, weak, sick and disabled, the Dashun Army had lasted for five days before his army.

But it's good, five days will be enough news to reach Xiangyang.

Thinking of this, Wang Guangen seemed to have suddenly discovered something, and the smile on the corner of his mouth stumbled slightly, with a little disbelief.
Chapter completed!