PDLP Chapter 824 Completely Changed
Chapter 824 Completely Changed
One hundred and fifty miles is not something you can run in one breath.
Zhao Fengchun's plan was full of loopholes.
People usually lack exercise, so those who can run ten or twenty miles in one breath are considered to have good physical fitness.
Unexpectedly, the pirates still followed behind and never left.
The soldiers of the Royal Guard Camp could only continue running desperately.
The two sides competed in endurance and speed.
After more than thirty miles, the pursuers finally disappeared from their sight. Almost all the soldiers fell to the ground, with only their mouths and noses still gasping for breath.
Those officers on horseback ran too fast and rode too far.
When they reacted, they reined in their horses and looked back.
It was pitch black behind him, he couldn't see anything, nor could he hear the footsteps of soldiers running towards him.
Dozens of officers looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
Hou Sheng's warhorse was good and ran faster than anyone else. When there was no one around him, he reined in his horse, panting, and looked around.
The night wind was cool, but Hou Sheng, who was sweating all over, felt even colder in his heart.
What kind of battle is this being planned?
How stupid does one have to be to come up with such a plan to lure the enemy?
However, he was trembling all over when he recalled what had just happened.
Are the people rushing out of Qiancheng still human?
Each of them had a ferocious face and moved crazily, like a group of hungry wolves.
Hou Sheng stood in a daze in the wilderness for a while, then turned his horse around and ran back.
He couldn't abandon the team and go back alone, otherwise Zhao Fengchun would definitely skin him alive.
Hou Sheng ran back for nearly an incense stick of time before he saw a few sparse officers from the Royal Guard Battalion on horseback appearing.
Running back, more and more officers and infantrymen appeared, all lying on their backs on the grass, their lives or deaths unknown.
Hou Sheng immediately ordered the officers to gather their troops and count the casualties.
The enemy failed to lure them, so the troops had to be taken back.
The sky gradually turned white, and the soldiers of each team gradually gathered together. Officers of all ranks were busy running back and forth, counting the number of people in the team.
When Hou Sheng heard the report, his face turned gloomy and he was panic-stricken.
Nearly two thousand people died in just a moment of charging into the enemy line?
The final count showed that 1,835 people were missing.
The soldiers before him stood crookedly in the wilderness, their expressions exhausted, their uniforms in disarray, and only one tenth of their weapons in their hands were in good condition.
Hou Sheng once doubted whether this was still the Imperial Guard Battalion with neat military formations, shining swords and guns, and clear flags?
Without pursuers behind them, they could walk back calmly.
Nothing was accomplished and two thousand people died.
Hou Sheng was full of thoughts, wondering how to go back and explain to Zhao Fengchun.
It seems very simple to think about it, but when it comes to actual implementation, it is completely different and they are two completely different things.
There was no other choice, so Hou Sheng gritted his teeth and led more than 3,000 troops, bypassing Xuncheng and arriving at the west gate of Kyoto City east of Kancheng.
Zhao Fengchun, the commander of the Imperial Guard Battalion, was already waiting in front of the city wall, looking expectantly at the Imperial Guard Battalion troops returning from afar.
Prince Rui is still waiting for his news. Whether Kyoto City can get out of trouble depends on whether his personal guard battalion can defeat the Zhenxi Army.
The three thousand exhausted troops dragged themselves to the moat. Zhao Fengchun quickly ordered the drawbridge to be lowered to welcome these heroes into the city.
Zhao Fengchun rode his warhorse to the city gate, waiting for Hou Sheng's report.
Hou Sheng waved his hand to let the troops enter the city, and he went to the commander.
"Sir, two thousand men were killed."
Zhao Fengchun waved his hand: "Tell me about the situation. Did the Zhenxi Army participate in the battle?"
Hou Sheng smacked his lips and said, "My lord, it was too dark, and the rebels were chasing us so fast, I really couldn't see clearly."
Zhao Fengchun looked at Hou Sheng with confusion.
"Did the rebels chase you when you passed through Xuncheng?"
"It seems they were chasing us, but we couldn't beat them. Everyone just kept running. I don't know how, but the pursuers disappeared."
"Hmm? Could it be that the rebels were beaten back by the Zhenxi Army?"
Hou Sheng's eyes lit up: "It's very likely, sir, otherwise why would the rebels let us go so easily?"
Zhao Fengchun rubbed his chin. "That's it. When the Zhenxi Army in Xuncheng saw that you were being pursued closely by the rebels, they left the city and attacked the rebels."
"Yes, that's it."
"Two thousand of us died?"
"About two thousand."
"Fuck, these rebels are really ruthless."
The two men rode their horses towards the city, perfecting the process and details of the mission as they walked.
Not long after, a detailed battle report was placed on King Rui's desk.
The battle report was written in great detail, and King Rui felt for a moment that the next moment, the rebels would launch a retaliatory attack on Xuncheng where the Zhenxi Army was stationed.
If the Zhenxi Army was dragged in, a chain reaction would occur and Hu Jincai's troops would have to move.
After Hu Jincai was injured, Lin Feng would definitely be unable to sit still...
King Rui looked at the battle report with a hint of pride on his face.
He slammed the desk and said, "Hehe, I just don't believe that you, Lin Feng, can let your Zhenxi Army suffer."
Just when I was thinking about it happily, Zhao Gui hurried in.
He took a group of guards and risked his life to break through the siege of the rebels and returned to Kyoto.
As soon as he saw King Rui, he shouted loudly.
"Uncle Wang, we can't hold on any longer. The rebels are attacking too fiercely, with too many men and horses. The casualties among our soldiers are heavy. Without reinforcements, Kuncheng will fall."
King Rui looked at Zhao Gui, who was covered in blood, with an anxious look in his eyes.
"Can you hold on for another half a day?"
"About the same, probably very close."
Prince Rui stood up and walked around in the study.
"If it really doesn't work, we will break out with our entire army and retreat back to Kyoto City."
Zhao Gui said with a sad face: "Uncle Wang, even if we return, the outcome will be the same, it's just a matter of time."
Prince Rui waved his hand and said, "No, I have already found a way to get the Zhenxi Army involved. It won't be long before they take action."
Zhao Gui suddenly became excited.
"Really! Uncle Wang is so wise. If the Zhenxi Army had been defeated, the outcome would have been very different."
Prince Rui was also very proud, stroking his beard and smiling.
"It's just a small trick, how can we let the Zhenxi Army stay out of it?"
Zhao Gui ignored the pain in his body.
"Uncle Wang, can you tell me how you persuaded the Zhenxi Army to move?"
King Rui glanced at Zhao Gui, who was covered in blood.
"Go and take care of your injuries first. We'll talk about this matter later. You'll know the result after it's over."
Only then did Zhao Gui feel the pain all over his body. He swayed and almost fell down.
King Rui quickly called for someone to come in and help him out.
Inside Kuncheng’s command center.
Ma Buxuan's face was pale. He stood nervously at the window, looking outside.
He had already ordered Zhao Gui to break out of the siege and go to Kyoto City for help.
If there is no reinforcement and Kuncheng is broken, I will be doomed.
Generals such as Ju Chaoyue and Wei Ming have been holding the city wall for a day and a night, and the rebels' attacks are becoming more and more fierce.
Countless soldiers' bodies were lying on the city walls and outside the city. The battle was extremely tragic.
Tens of thousands of imperial guards have been guarding the city walls day and night. Due to lack of manpower, they are unable to take turns to rest.
With such a battle intensity, it would be difficult to last more than three days.