GBP Chapter 353: Bloody Battle in Dingxi City (3)
Chapter 353: Bloody Battle in Dingxi City (3)
The 5,000 waiting reserve soldiers rushed to the west gate like arrows the moment they received the order.
At this time, the West Gate City was already a shocking scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
The Qiang soldiers had already begun to launch a fierce attack on the stairs leading to the city corridor.
Once this key point is breached, the city gate will be opened and the enemy will rush in like a flood or a beast.
Although Dingxi City has been continuously replenished with troops in recent years, it has mostly relied on self-raised military funds for expansion.
This place is a must-pass place for leaving the country, and merchants from both inside and outside the country frequently travel here. Relatively speaking, the economy of Dingxi City is more developed, and it is easier to obtain both taxes and additional financial income.
This is not limited to matters such as the army escorting supplies for merchants in exchange for money and food.
But for the officers and soldiers of Dingxi, it was just a reconnaissance or a common form of training.
Even so, Dingxi City only has four walls, which are always being repaired, and there is not even a city wall.
This situation means that once the enemy opens the city gate, there will be no second fortress to defend.
When the reserve soldiers who came to support saw this tragic scene, they shouted and rushed forward recklessly.
The leading general immediately gave the order: "Archers, shoot at the city!"
Archery is quite convenient in the inner city because the wall on this side of the inner city is relatively low, most of the bodies of the Qiang soldiers who come up are exposed, and the soldiers attacking the city basically do not carry bows and arrows.
In this way, one can only endure the pain of being shot unilaterally.
It is true that once the battle gets into close combat, archers are helpless.
However, the Qiang soldiers who had just climbed onto the city wall were extremely unwilling to accept this sudden shooting.
The 5,000 newly arrived soldiers, full of energy and high morale, quickly forced the enemy back onto the corridors of the city wall.
The commanding general saw that there were still some Qiang soldiers who were not completely dead on the ground, so he ordered his men to throw them off the city wall and hit the enemy troops below.
Use your own body to destroy your enemies.
My goodness, this behavior is extremely cruel.
The intensity of the attacks at the South Gate and North Gate gradually slowed down.
It was only because of the kerosene and torches on it that the enemy did not dare to attack rashly.
The battle at the west gate continued until nightfall.
The walls were covered with layers of corpses, covering the floor tiles. Even if they continued to fight, they had to step on these bodies.
Some people were just fainting, but were trampled to death after being trampled so many times.
The wounded of the Dingxi Army were in relatively better condition, as most of them were rescued in time, but the Qiang soldiers were not so lucky.
Anyone who blocked the way, regardless of life or death, would be thrown off the city wall.
So much so that the corpses piled up like a mountain under the city wall, as high as a person.
The ground inside and outside the city was covered in blood, making it slippery to walk on.
There have been two reinforcements here, and there are always tens of thousands of troops fighting a desperate battle with the enemy.
The sunlight gradually weakened and slowly hung in the western valley.
Seeing that he still failed to capture Dingxi City, Daraxinbu had no choice but to call off his troops.
Upon hearing the order, the Qiang soldiers attacking the city retreated as quickly as the tide receded.
Only the sand and gravel left after the tide receded lay in a mess at the foot of the city wall.
The north wind was howling, and the flags on the city walls were fluttering.
Some soldiers' arms were shaking, one hand tightly grasping a broken steel knife, the other hand holding the city wall, looking at the enemy group that was getting farther and farther away.
There was no joy in his heart, but his face was full of solemnity.
Qian Dazhuang looked at the setting sun, then looked at the soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield and moving corpses. The bodies of the Qiang soldiers were thrown directly out of the city wall, and the blood dyed the city wall scarlet. In the afterglow of the setting sun, there was an indescribable sense of tragedy.
"The setting sun seems to stain the sky with blood, and the cold moon hangs like a hook in the evening desolation.
A few loyal souls are silent in the solemn autumn, and a few handfuls of blood are shed to irrigate the cold border.
I advise you not to talk about becoming a marquis, just look at the vicissitudes of life after the war.
The mountains and rivers are silent and prosperous, and the merits and demerits of the ages are desolate."
Putting away his sadness, Qian Dazhuang recalled the poem given to him by his good friend and couldn't help reciting it to himself.
After leaving the city wall, new soldiers came to take over the defense. Qian Dazhuang saw the wounded soldiers being carried away. They seemed to be fine at the moment, but once tonight was over, who knew how many of them would unfortunately die from their serious injuries.
His heart felt extremely heavy, as if a huge rock weighed heavily on him.
The battlefield is like a ruthless meat grinder, constantly devouring fresh lives.
He also had no idea when he would fall in this bloody place.
……
The next day.
The sun still shines lazily on this war-torn land.
Darasimbu sent an envoy to announce a truce today.
They would send some unarmed soldiers to collect the remains of the soldiers who died in the battle.
The Dingxi army always maintained a high level of vigilance and did not relax at all because of the enemy's temporary truce.
Until the soldiers who came to collect the bodies carried out one after another, if it were not for the shocking bloodstains on the ground, it would have made people feel as if the tragic battle of yesterday was just a nightmare.
Of the 50,000 troops defending the city, 10,000 of them closed their eyes forever in yesterday's fierce battle.
It is estimated that the losses of the Qiang soldiers were not much better. According to preliminary estimates, at least 20,000 people died.
These are all rough speculations from the Dingxi Army.
In fact, their estimate was quite accurate: 27,000 Qiang soldiers were killed in the battles at the South, North, and West Gates alone, with a relatively small number of wounded.
Unlike the Dingxi Army, although the wounded received all possible rescue efforts, two thousand soldiers still died tragically in extreme pain.
There are still more than 4,000 injured people, and no one can predict how many of them will survive this disaster.
"I've heard that there's a magical potion called alcohol that can greatly reduce casualties among soldiers. Why haven't we in the Dingxi Army seen it?"
In the wounded camp, some wounded soldiers were shouting at the top of their lungs, their voices filled with anger and unwillingness.
No one knew that although the Dingxi Army was supplied by the imperial court, the distribution of these supplies was controlled by the King of Qin.
However, Sima Yan had already withheld all of these precious supplies and only distributed them to his own troops.
How could he be willing to waste these scarce resources on the Dingxi Army, which was regarded as dispensable cannon fodder?
On the third day, the Qiang soldiers remained silent.
The reason was simple: the ladders used for siege had been exhausted, and they needed to spend time collecting materials and making more siege equipment.
According to the agreement reached between the two parties yesterday, the weapons and equipment parked under the city wall are not allowed to be taken away.
In the end, these all became the spoils of Dingxi City.
Due to the extreme shortage of strategic materials such as kerosene, the gold juice in the city was urgently transported to the city walls.
Perhaps this was the last time that the people in the city provided services to the best of their ability to the officers and soldiers defending the city.
Because until this moment, they still haven't received any news about the reinforcement team.
After a difficult discussion, Qian Dazhuang and Mao Yiheng finally decided to open the east gate after dark to give the people one night to escape.