Elite soldiers, strong generals!

At the beginning of the war, Chenxi, Xiaobai, and Xiaoyue still didn't understand the meaning of Mo Xiaobai's words.

But when the battle lasted for a morning, they found that the generals were strong enough and there were enough elite soldiers, which was really a very buggy thing.

Li Guang and Xue Wanche took the lead, and the two of them rushed to the city with the heavy halberds and a part of the Datong soldiers for half an hour, and the Datong soldiers and the first team of heavy halberds began to retreat slowly.

Some of them retreated, replaced by some Shandong soldiers and the second team of heavy halberds armed with Mo knives. When the soldiers are replaced, the generals also change. Huang Yan replaces Li Guang, and Zang Ba replaces Gao Ran.

Compared with Li Guang and Gao Lan, Huang Yan and Zang Ba's martial arts are naturally slightly inferior.

But in the face of the Japanese soldiers, even a few Japanese generals, they still have the upper hand in an all-round way, with their backs to their soldiers, and there is no Japanese in front of them who can bring them a threat.

After that, another half an hour passed, and the Datong soldiers and heavy armor Mo sword soldiers who rushed to kill for a while retreated, replaced by heavy hammer soldiers and Wu hook soldiers, and the generals were He Chun and Pang De.

He Chun and Pang De charged forward, and their combat power was stronger than that of Huang Yan and Zang Ba's partners. The Wu hook soldiers and heavy hammer soldiers under him are also first-class alliance elites, and in the case of abundant physical strength, it is not much more difficult to fight in a formation than to chop melons and vegetables.

It was still half an hour, and the soldiers and horses began to change again.

This time, there was no use of the generals of Dameng Town, but Luo Shangzhi, who was most familiar with the Zhejiang soldiers, led a group of Qi soldiers into the city.

In the polemic array, the Qi family army was more prominent than the alliance soldiers. The power of the Mandarin Duck Array is by no means limited to flat ground, and any terrain has its changes.

A group of strong soldiers rushed up to fight for a while as if they were clocking in to work, and there would be a signal to withdraw without waiting for more than half of their strength to be consumed.

While retreating, he left the battlefield to his comrades.

The wells are orderly, and it doesn't look like a war, but a military exercise with a huge disparity in combat strength between the enemy and us.

"There are a lot of generals in Dameng Town, plus these battlefield generals of Daming, when it comes to high-end combat power, they can really throw off a galaxy distance from the Japanese country." Mo Xiaobai watched Li Ji methodically issue battlefield orders, and his tone was not without pride.

Who can put so many generals into a siege battle?

Can't do this, and want to rotate the soldiers so often?

It may be that the front foot has just been rotated, and the back foot is about to be driven out of the city. How can it be like the Ming soldiers and horses at this moment, which has always firmly occupied part of the city's head area.

However, Mo Xiaobai felt that it was very beautiful, but Xiaobai didn't quite understand: "Since you have such a big advantage, why don't you go in one go?" If the gates could be opened, wouldn't Pyongyang be taken today? ”

Hearing the inquiry, Mo Xiaobai could only explain with a light smile: "The advantages you see are all based on the fact that our troops are concentrated near the ladder trucks, and it is very convenient to replace or retreat." ”

"But we can't get in." Bai Hualin still wondered, not understanding what was the point of being so dry in the city all the time.

Mo Xiaobai still shook his head: "Hit in?" Of course, you can go in, and if I give a death order, and a dozen generals lead the charge together, we may be able to break through the West Gate today. ”

"That's not good?"

"For me, of course, it's not good."

Mo Xiaobai raised his right arm and pointed to the city gate in front of him: "I came to fight this battle, not only to recover Pyongyang for North Korea, but also to take the lives of all the Japanese people inside." If the soldiers were to fight desperately and bloodily today, it was certain that the Japanese would suffer heavy casualties, and then Tachibana Muneshige might not carry out his plan again, and would just slip away. ”

"He is leaving, with 10,000 men in his hands, I think it will be difficult to keep, and he will lose a lot of soldiers and horses, which is not good for the next war."

"Mao Gong's command at this moment not only allows the soldiers to give full play to their combat strength, but also effectively avoids bloody battles. It's like boiling a frog in warm water, and little by little I want to wipe out the Japanese people in the most advantageous attack range for us. ”

Boiled frogs in warm water?

Listening to Mo Xiaobai's words, Bai Hualin nodded as if he didn't understand, and a wisp of morning light showed a bit of abruptness.

At this moment, Daming's tactical arrangement is really like boiling a frog in warm water.

It seems that the Ming soldiers and horses only occupy a small position at the head of the city, and there is no possibility of threatening the city gate at all. But as the Japanese people swarmed up one after another, how many people were able to retreat in the end?

Because of the far away position she was standing on, a ray of morning light could not see how many soldiers and horses the Japanese had lost, but from the analysis of the small part of the battle situation she could see, the casualties of the Japanese were definitely not low.

The facts, in fact, are almost the same as what a ray of morning light thinks.

Although every half an hour, the Ming troops will be replaced, and the real combat time of each corps is very short. But in this short period of dozens of minutes, in front of each of their soldiers, they have changed opponents at least a dozen times, and they themselves, once they are injured, will retreat first, and their own rear soldiers should withdraw from the city.

How many people were killed, Mo Xiaobai actually had no way of knowing. But Mo Xiaobai doesn't know, but Governor Konishi of Pyongyang City will know.

When a big battle lasted from eight o'clock in the morning to four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was about to get dark, Li Ji immediately asked the last Sichuan soldiers to start retreating.

The cavalry, which had rested for several hours, went into battle again to cover the fire of the Sichuan soldiers and the retreating rattan soldiers pushing the ladder carts, and when the Ming soldiers and horses withdrew from Pyongyang City in an orderly manner, Governor Konishi finally got a summary report of the battle situation for the day of the battle.

"Nani?"

"In just one day, we have lost 3,000 warriors?"

Hearing the report of his generals, Konishi Yukicho's face was full of disbelief.

The Ming army is very capable of fighting, and he sees this in his eyes.

From beginning to end, the Ming army has been fighting and withdrawing, when will it fight with its own strength?

Where did the figure of three thousand casualties come from?

"Arima-kun, what you said is true? Are we really swimming with such a large number of casualties? ”

"Your Excellency, there are not many soldiers killed in the First World War today, only eight hundred, but there are more than two thousand others who are seriously injured, and they will definitely not be able to fight in a short time." As a logistics general of the First Group Army, Arima Harunobu also had a headache in the face of such a battle damage report.

How many people were there in the First Army?

Two thousand men had already been lost outside the city, and today another three thousand were killed. For the Konishi Governor Department, which has less than 20,000 soldiers and horses, the number of soldiers and horses in the group army has been seriously reduced.

"We have lost so many soldiers, what about the Ming army? How many thousand did they die or wound? Konishi asked with a calm face, but no one responded after he asked.

"Why don't you speak? Dumb? ”

"Your Excellency, we have not found the corpse of a Ming soldier around the battlefield, and the damage of the Ming Dynasty is currently incalculable." Arima Qingxin opened his mouth hard, and his heart was actually cold.

The loss of the Ming Dynasty?

Didn't your dignified Legion Commander command the battle all the time? Don't you see the calmness of the Ming army?

If there are a lot of dead and wounded, can they take all the wounded and dead soldiers away?

Not to mention thousands, even a thousand is impossible!

Arima Qingxin was depressed in his heart, he couldn't say these words, but he knew that the plan of the Japanese people to move west was no longer possible.

His Excellency Governor Konishi, who is valued by Guan Bai, cannot hold Pyongyang!