Chapter 181: Great Victory at Ningyuan

Although Wang Yan was a centurion, during the war, he had to be with his subordinates to organize them into combat power at the first time.

Therefore, in a room, the heated brick bed in the east and west rooms was full of the rough embryos of their pair.

This group of people was exhausted, and they fell asleep as soon as they touched the pillow, with snoring sounds one after another.

People need to adapt. Since "The Grandmaster," Wang Yan hadn't slept in this environment for a long time. For a while, he couldn't fall asleep because of the snoring of this group of big-headed soldiers.

Wang Yan hugged his arms, lying on the warm brick bed half-asleep and half-awake, closing his eyes to rest.

I don't know how long it had been, when a desolate horn sounded, followed by the sound of gongs and drums and loud shouting in the city.

"They're attacking, they're attacking..."

"Quick, quick..."

Hearing the commotion, Wang Yan opened his eyes and rolled off the bed.

Others were also old soldiers. This was a matter of life and death, so they didn't need Wang Yan to shout. One by one, they hurriedly got off the bed. Forty-odd people of course couldn't all be old soldiers. There were also some who had just arrived, exhausted from fighting for a day, and were sleeping like dead pigs, unable to hear such a big commotion at all. The responsible squad leader didn't hesitate, went up and gave a big slap to wake them up, cursing and pulling them off the bed.

Wang Yan didn't care about them, standing at the door with his saber in silence, waiting for everyone to take their weapons and organize their armor. After seeing that no one was missing, he shouted "Follow me" and turned to run.

On the way, he could see many people like them running to the city wall. The conduct of that bunch of scum on the opposite side was clear. Once the city was broken, one by one, they would all f***ing die. No one dared to be careless.

Running all the way to the section he was responsible for, Wang Yan looked at the team surging forward in the dawn light, less than two miles away, and couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed by the city wall sealed by blood under his feet.

Honestly, if he didn't have a count of his own strength and was still a mortal body, he would have wanted to jump down directly and f*** them.

After a while, the opposite side was less than a mile away. Without needing anyone to say much, the big-headed soldiers nearby took out their shields, three or two in a group, and hid behind the city wall.

Listen to advice, eat well; on the battlefield, it's about saving your life. These people had been scattered after following Xiong Tingbi in Guangning Guard, and some had been beaten over from Fushun. They basically knew the Later Jin's siege tactics, and Wang Yan also followed suit, pulling a shield and putting it on his head.

Just after he protected himself, the continuous cannon fire sounded. Wang Yan knew that was the Red Barbarian Cannon. The range of this cannon was probably about 500 meters, exactly one mile. And the range of the bow could reach about 400 meters at a large angle.

The Red Barbarian Cannon "one cannon rots dozens of miles" was definitely an exaggerated boast by Yuan Chonghuan and others who didn't want their faces. After all, the big iron ball solid projectile wouldn't explode, and maybe it was more about the big iron ball rolling and jumping on the ground, killing whoever it touched.

Although Yuan Chonghuan led people to build enemy platforms extending from the four sides of the city wall, and the Red Barbarian Cannon was mounted on a cart, which could adjust the direction and cover a range of 270 degrees. It was quite enough, but there were only twelve Red Barbarian Cannons in total, and because of the great power after one shot, it had to readjust the shooting angle, and the reloading of ammunition was very cumbersome, anyway, it was quite grinding. It was quite good to be able to fire one shot in two or three minutes.

It was also for this reason that the cannon couldn't cover the enemy pressing over in large numbers, letting them break through to a distance of 400 meters, and then the continuous arrows covered the dawn light.

Wang Yan honestly leaned against the wall with his shield. The arrows "clicked" and stuck down. From time to time, he could hear a few screams; those were unlucky ghosts who were stuck in the feet, or the shields were pierced. The closest one was only two inches away from Wang Yan's eyes. Even with Wang Yan's state of mind, he was f***ing startled. After all, it was only two inches away; if it had pierced in, he would have been finished today.

Wang Yan cursed and kept an account, waiting for him to get to the top and cut them all down.

Standing up, he blocked an arrow shot over with his shield and looked under the city.

After a few rounds of arrow rain, the opposite side had already pressed over. The cavalry was in front shooting arrows, and the infantry behind were transporting shield carts and hook ladders, coordinating and advancing.

Not far away, on the city wall, they also started to shoot at the bottom of the city with fire guns, and the cannons were constantly collapsing.

Thermal weapons were indeed crushing cold weapons. Wang Yan watched as one cannon shot clearly made an irregular gap. There were also those shooting at the bottom of the city, and one round of volley fire knocked down quite a few.

The Great Ming army had less than 20,000 people in total, and quite a few died yesterday. The opposite side had 60,000 people. Even if the Great Ming army knocked down quite a few yesterday, there were still more than 50,000 people. And their less than 20,000 people had to guard the four city gates. After all, the opposite side wasn't a fool, feinting and attacking, false and true. Perhaps in one direction, the defense would be focused, but they didn't dare to press all the main forces up.

Next was like yesterday, the Later Jin's dare-to-die team climbed the city, guarded the mouth, and waited for their own people to come up...

Wang Mou was still fierce, killing back and forth within his own defense line.

As for those two unconvinced squad leaders, Wang Yan saved them once. One followed his pace, and the other didn't see the respect he should have in Wang Yan's eyes, so that squad leader was unfortunately killed in battle...

At noon, still in that bunker, Yuan Chonghuan and Man Gui were watching the battle situation in the field.

Man Gui looked around, remembered the young boy he had promoted, and then looked for Wang Yan's figure in the area Chen Baoning was responsible for.

No need to look too much, Man Gui saw Wang Yan at a glance. No other reason, it was just too f***ing bright.

When he looked over, Wang Mou was shouting and chopping off the head of an enemy soldier with one saber. Under the gushing blood, Wang Yan, who was in blood-colored iron armor, looked like a god of killing.

Staring for a while, Man Gui counted for Wang Yan. In just this short while, he saw him kill six or seven people.

Nodding with satisfaction, Man Gui remembered Wang Yan completely this time.

Yuan Chonghuan also noticed Wang Yan. Seeing him killing like crazy, he couldn't help but laugh: "It seems that General Man has added another fierce general under his command."

Man Gui cupped his hands: "Accept Lord Yuan's auspicious words."

Yuan Chonghuan was the big brother, so it was appropriate to give some respect, although he looked down on this guy quite a bit.

Yuan Chonghuan didn't care either. Just a small soldier, so what if he could fight? He was only useful to him, and he would deal with him later.

Not saying these useless things, Yuan Chonghuan said: "General thinks..."

Surrounded in the city, the two discussed the current situation in a decent manner.

This battle was much more miserable than yesterday. With Wang Yan's body and skills, he was exhausted, and he had rolled the blades of three sabers. With him protecting and killing back and forth, his subordinates still died eight, seriously injured seven, and lightly injured eight, directly reducing the staff by more than half, making his Centurion Wang not even as good as a platoon leader. One could imagine how difficult today was.

This time Wang Yan didn't do any work. Although there were not many subordinates left, he, Wang Mou, was called a centurion, and the remaining ones, not to mention following his lead, definitely had no problem listening to commands. After all, those who could still stand, basically or seriously injured or dead, were all saved by Wang Yan at least once.

Leaning against the city wall to avoid the wind, Wang Yan gasped and drank water slowly, watching his subordinates who were exhausted like dogs but still laughing and touching corpses and cutting heads. If there was some wine and a cigarette at this moment, the feeling should be that meaning.

After a while, when Wang Yan felt better, Sun Fugui, who had a bloodstain from his forehead to the corner of his mouth, walked over limping: "Let's go, go to the Thousand-Man Commander Lord's place."

Wang Yan stood up: "Is it serious?"

Sun Fugui waved his hand, spat a mouthful of saliva on the corpse beside him, and gave it a kick: "It's okay, just painful, damn it, this bunch of scum. But honestly, if you were there today, I might not have been so seriously injured."

Wang Yan stepped forward to help him down the city wall: "My casualties are not small, how about you?"

"More than ten died, more than ten seriously injured, don't know if they can survive. Others are also injured to varying degrees, basically no combat power."

Sun Fugui's tone didn't have too much sadness, as if he wasn't talking about human life. Having been in the army for many years, he didn't know how many batches of his subordinates had been changed. Death was death, nothing big, and he had long been numb.

The two talked idly, and soon arrived at a civilian house not far from the city wall.

Inside the house, Chen Baoning was sitting on the brick bed, and four people were standing on the ground.

Seeing Wang Yan and the two enter, Chen Baoning said: "Alright, everyone is here, let's talk about the situation today. Come, you say first." While talking, he pointed to the person at the very inside.

"Reporting to the Thousand-Man Commander Lord..."

Listening to others reporting the situation, Wang Yan wondered whether this Chen Thousand-Man Commander had six centurions in full, or he swallowed a few, or died a few, or both. After sighing that the Great Ming was finished, it was his Centurion Wang's turn to report the situation.

Wang Yan bowed and saluted: "Reporting to the Thousand-Man Commander Lord, small person... uh, subordinate's subordinates died in battle..."

Chen Baoning listened to Wang Yan's report with a smile, especially when he heard "counted eighty-nine heads," he laughed even more happily, his mouth split to the root of his ears. This was all his credit. After this big battle, with the credit in his hands, it was possible to be promoted to commander, regional commissioner, and hang a title of general.

In fact, there were far more than these heads. There were quite a few kicked away by Wang Yan, and quite a few stabbed down by the little brothers, plus quite a few whose heads were smashed. There were less than ninety intact ones.

"Good, good." Looking at a group of centurions who were looking sideways at Wang Yan's record, Chen Baoning said: "The thieves are powerful, you don't have to be discouraged. If you survive this time, the emperor will not treat us badly. Alright, go eat, rest well after fighting for a day, don't know how long this battle will last..."

"Subordinate retires..."

Wang Yan was a beat slow. He hadn't been a little brother for a long time, so he was a bit unaccustomed to it.

After walking out of the house, a centurion came over to talk to Wang Yan: "You kid are capable, actually got so many heads."

They knew Wang Yan's situation. Before, they didn't take it seriously, thinking naturally that he was just a kid who had great luck. Didn't expect that today's report of military achievements would reveal that he had the least battle damage and the most results. Only then did they realize that this Wang surname kid who was promoted by luck really had two brushes. They didn't doubt the false report of military achievements. After all, when handing over heads, if it didn't match the reported number, it wasn't a joke.

Wang Yan smiled modestly: "It's all the brothers fighting for their lives, otherwise there wouldn't be so many gains."

A group of people curled their lips. It was indeed a f***ing kid, just couldn't hide things. How could such a stupid kid be so fierce in fighting? This was really... the heads were wasted on him.

Sun Fugui had a little more contact with Wang Yan. He didn't think Wang Yan was a fool. Besides, if he was a fool and had such a record and was easy to fool, then he was also a treasure for his superiors to be promoted and get rich.

"Hurry up and eat, there's still fighting tomorrow, let's go."

Wang Yan followed them to where the food was made. These front-line team leaders didn't have any special treatment during the war, and what they ate was the same as the big-headed soldiers on the city wall, just being able to get big pieces of meat without grabbing.

Besides, now that Ningyuan was surrounded, the big big big big big big brother had already run away, clearly stating that there was no reinforcements, and these less than 20,000 people in the city were guarding it. Under such circumstances, if they dared to enjoy themselves like usual, they wouldn't need others; Yuan Chonghuan's temper would be enough to get angry and raise his saber to kill people.

Wang Yan, who hadn't had time to eat in the morning and was hungry for a day, ate two big bowls of rice and quite a bit of meat, his mouth full of oil, and helped Sun Fugui to the concentration camp for seriously injured, finding some cloth to help Sun Fugui deal with his wounds.

Speaking of the cold weapon era, in large-scale battles between two armies, those who died on the spot were actually a minority, and those who died of serious injuries accounted for the majority. This was mainly due to the backward medical hygiene in ancient times. To put it ugly, some injured people might survive if they relied on their own self-healing ability, but after being treated, they were sent away instead. This was really looking at whether their lives were hard or not.

Wang Yan felt that this Sun Fugui was quite good, so he helped where he could, and didn't look at whether his life was hard or not.

After finishing, Sun Fugui found a place to recuperate himself, and Wang Yan went up to the city wall and returned to his territory.

"Centurion Lord..."

After this battle, the remaining sixteen people saw Wang Yan come back and hurriedly put down their rice bowls to say hello.

Wang Yan waved his hand: "Alright, eat. What Centurion Lord, now I only have you sixteen brothers under my command."

Someone with courage shouted: "After this battle, there will be more people under the Lord. And just by our credit today, maybe the emperor will be happy and promote the Lord to thousand-man commander."

Leaning against the city wall, Wang Yan said: "What I said before about promoting you is impossible now, but don't worry, I remember it all. After the war, I will definitely report it for merit and reward. Just live well."

"Hey, with the Lord's words, we are relieved. No matter what, we have to live until we become an official."

Seeing Wang Yan was easy to talk to, unlike the coldness of yesterday, plus he saved them today, they couldn't help but feel close.

Wang Yan smiled and talked to these people. The remaining sixteen people and those who could survive were his soldiers.

Today is January 25th. According to historical records, this battle will be over tomorrow. Estimating that the battle shouldn't be too fierce, these people should all be able to survive.

Today they rotated early, around eleven or twelve o'clock, which meant they had to come back to change shifts and freeze at three or four o'clock.

This time Wang Yan fell asleep, because he didn't rest too well yesterday, and he had fought for two days in a row, so he couldn't hold on anymore.

Around four o'clock, Wang Yan woke up his subordinates who were sleeping soundly to go to the city wall to change shifts.

His recovery ability was far beyond ordinary people. After sleeping for a few hours, he was blown by the cold wind and was already energetic. He looked around boredly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Around five o'clock, civilians brought hot soup and hot rice up, and Wang Yan ate a few bowls.

Before six o'clock, it was still about the same time as yesterday. There was a commotion in the Later Jin camp opposite, and then they formed a military formation and pressed over again.

There was another clanging in the city, but in a moment, all personnel were in place.

Wang Yan learned to be smart this time, directly taking two shields and clamping a corner, just afraid that God wouldn't favor him and take him away again.

After a few waves of arrow rain and cannon fire, Wang Yan stood up and looked. Today, the opposite side didn't press up in large numbers like the first two days. The cavalry came up and gave a few waves of arrows before being bombarded back by cannons. After a while, he saw a cavalry of ten thousand people separating from the opposite side and galloping westward.

Wang Yan knew that this was the discovery of Juehua Island.

Multiple generals died in battle, more than 14,000 soldiers and civilians were killed, food and grass were robbed, and more than 2,000 ships were burned clean. And after the Great Victory of Ningyuan was fought, when reporting merit and asking for rewards, there were two hundred and sixty or seventy heads, and more than ten were captured. Damn, his Centurion Wang contributed more than a hundred heads in these two days. It was really a mystery how this battle was fought originally.

Big-headed soldiers might not know, and Wang Yan didn't think Yuan Chonghuan and Man Gui and other high-level big brothers didn't know. But now the situation was that Ningyuan was surrounded and unable to assist. He estimated that Man Gui and Yuan Chonghuan were at odds later, and there were reasons for this.

This involved whether Yuan Chonghuan was a proper person or not.

Before, the Liaodong big brother Gao Di ran away, and a large amount of food and grass were lost on the road. This time, the Later Jin slaughtered Juehua Island, and there was quite a bit of food and grass materials...

Shaking his head, Wang Yan didn't think about it anymore. He was just a centurion, and not even on the register, just temporarily promoted. The specific promotion and reward had to wait until after the war. He was really low in position, and that word wasn't light, it was farting. Now his strength was too weak to influence the situation, so he still had to develop.

Wang Yan stood on the city wall and looked at the well-equipped Later Jin cavalry below, and couldn't help but think of the Eight Great Jin Merchants again. Honestly, it was hard to believe that the armor on these people had nothing to do with those people.

Surrounded but not attacking, after a few trials, in the afternoon, the Later Jin withdrew.

On one hand, there were quite a few gains on Juehua Island, and on the other hand, Island Master Mao brought troops to the enemy's rear to fight Mobile Corps Commander warfare and steal the home.

Of course, these were not things for the big-headed soldiers to consider.

They only knew that the battle was over, and they had survived again.

I don't know who started it, but gradually, the sky over the entire Ningyuan City was filled with the sound of "Great Ming wins"... ===== CHAPTER 182 =====

It was unclear who started it, but gradually, the entire sky over Ningyuan City was filled with the sound of "Great Ming, ten thousand victories!"...