From the beginning to the end, Wang Jun sat firmly on the high platform, watching the two armies attacking in the distance, with a panoramic view of the battlefield situation. The north wind became fiercer, whistling, cheering for the army to fight. It blew on his face, making him extremely cold and wet.
Wang Jun felt like a spring breeze, and the sound of fighting and shouting on the battlefield was like hearing fairy music.
"Commander, the Huai bandits have been defeated! They are simply vulnerable!" When the Tang army was unable to resist the Han army and was defeated, Master Shen Hou said to Wang Jun on the general platform with excitement on his face.
"I saw it!" Wang Jun said calmly. His eyes were always staring at the battlefield, and he did not relax for a moment.
The tea on the small table had long since cooled down, but Wang Jun still picked up the teacup and took a slow sip. His slightly trembling hands showed that his heart was not as restless as he appeared.
Shen Shihou was still overjoyed and said: "In this battle, the main force of the Tang army was defeated, and it will definitely affect the overall situation of Huainan. The commander-in-chief accomplished this feat in one battle and will be famous all over the world!"
Finally, a smile appeared on Wang Jun's lips. He raised his eyes and looked at the sky. It had completely darkened. The battlefield was already dark.
With a solemn expression, there was a vague chill in Wang Jun's eyes: "Send the order, let the whole army of Long Jie pursue and kill them all the way. Wherever the Tang army goes, they will chase them! The other armies quickly reorganized, held up torches, and followed them.
Then chase and kill! Tell the troops that anyone wearing Tang robes or Tang armor can be killed so that no one can form a group to fight against the heavenly soldiers!"
"Yes!" Master Shen received the order and immediately sent people to Murong Yanzhao, who was commanding the front line.
Looking at the sky again, Wang Jun couldn't help but sigh: "It's a pity that the sky is already dark, otherwise I could have done all the work!"
The risk of fighting at night made Wang Jun worried. If he was not careful, he would increase his own casualties. But that risk was nothing compared to the fruitful results.
The combat command was entrusted to his subordinates, and Wang Jun stepped down from the general platform and returned to the Han camp by the water. The cold wind blew for nearly an afternoon, and he was about to suffer from rheumatism.
With the command of General Wang Jun, the adjusted Han army let go completely and pursued the Tang army, inflicting heavy casualties along the way without caring about the prisoners. They followed the way they came and counterattacked, pursuing for dozens of miles until they reached Shouchun City.
Along the way, facing the fierce and tyrannical and merciless killings of the Han army, many soldiers and civilians of the Tang army jumped into the Feishui River to avoid the swordsmen and tried to swim to survive. Even so, they still refused to let go, and either froze to death or drowned.
Death or being shot by the Han army, only one out of ten can survive.
Corpses littered the fields along the way, floating in the cold river, and the blood of the Tang army almost turned the Feishui red.
On the Tang army's side, only Zhang Quanyue, who had tactfully requested the troops from behind, saw that the situation was not good and immediately led his troops to retreat. He ignored them and ran southward. Although he was suspected of being timid in the face of battle, Zhang Quanyue looked at it from his side.
Come, but don’t care about that much.
Ten miles away, one could clearly hear the blazing sound of killing. The situation was conceivable, so he had to be afraid. Zhang Quanyue did not want to lead the army in pursuit, but it was difficult to resist Liu Yanzhen's military order. He was forced to do so as a last resort.
Come.
As for the suggestion from one of his generals to send troops forward to rescue the army, Zhang Quanyue rejected it.
The situation at Xia Cai Dutou was already obvious. It was a conspiracy of the Han army. Liu Yanzhen was stubborn and did not listen to advice. He underestimated the enemy and advanced boldly. He insisted on leading the Imperial Guards into dangerous territory.
The reality of the Han army is unclear. Liu Yanzhen has already gone to die. How can he lead his soldiers to be buried with him? Rather than taking risks, it is better to save more soldiers and horses for the Tang Dynasty to defend Huainan.
On the other hand, Zhang Quanyue could not care less about Liu Yanzhen's arrogance, questioning and humiliation before the pursuit.
After just a moment's consideration, he gave the order to hold his troops still. When news came from Xia Cai Ferry that Liu Yanzhen's army was defeated, he did not hesitate even more and turned around to the south, galloping back toward Shouchun.
Zhang Quanyue's retreat was relatively fast, but the sixty or seventy miles of running back and forth had exhausted his soldiers and lost a lot. However, even if he was extremely hungry and tired, he was not slow to escape. Even so, he was still followed up.
The chasing Han cavalry caught up with them and defeated them with a single blow. They could not escape the fate of defeat.
Fortunately, Zhang Quanyue's army was not far away from Shouchun when they were overtaken. He gathered a thousand of his most elite troops to stop the Han cavalry with their lives, while he led most of them to Shouchun, and suffered close losses.
In the middle of the night, under the cover of night, we crossed the pontoon bridge that the Han army had not dismantled before to lure the enemy.
In Shouchun City, He Jingzhu heard of the defeat and led his troops out of the city to respond. The two men led the troops and relied on the Feishui pontoon bridge to collect more than 7,000 defeated troops. Long Jie's horse army was between Xiacai and Shouchun, spanning seventy or eighty miles.
The defeated soldiers of the Tang army were eliminated back and forth, almost to a massacre. Commanders Guo Chongwei and Shi Yanchao did not rush to attack the Feishui pontoon bridge until the Han infantry who were at the forefront of the assault arrived. He Jingzhu ordered to burn the pontoon bridge to cut off the Han army's pursuit channel.
It also cut off the survival channels of other soldiers and civilians of the Southern Tang Dynasty.
In the dark night, the torches held high by the soldiers were fluttering in the winter wind. The Feishui pontoon bridge was still burning, and the fire was raging. Through the light of the fire, one could see the other side. Hundreds of dead soldiers from the Tang army were driven to the water's edge by the Han army.
With a little sympathy, kill with a knife.
Begging, screaming, crying... until they reached the shore, and slowly regained their composure.
The sound of the wind by the water became more and more desolate. The Tang army on the west bank watched helplessly the cruelty and atrocities of the Han army on the east bank. Many people showed hatred and anger, and many defeated soldiers showed signs of surviving the disaster, but more of them were still.
fear.
He Jingzhu's short and stocky figure stood in front of the army, and the swaying firelight was imprinted on his indifferent face. Unconsciously, he burst into tears. For a long time, he couldn't help but said sadly: "After this battle, how many families will be added to Jianghuai, and they will be covered with linen."
Wearing filial piety means that a father loses his son, a woman loses her husband..."
Zhang Quanyue stood beside him and couldn't help but sigh, showing a little regret in his tired expression.
"Do you know what's going on with Liu Yanzhen?" He Jingzhu asked.
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"I don't know!" Zhang Quanyue shook his head: "The whole front is defeated, and the army is fleeing. Where can I take care of it? Maybe I got lost and fled, maybe I fell into the enemy's hands, maybe I died in the formation..."
"This is a traitor to the country!" He Jingzhu burst out emotionally: "Even if I die a hundred times, I will never atone for my sin!"
Zhang Quanyue whispered: "Mr. He, the matter has come to this, how should we deal with it?"
Hearing this, He Jingzhu tried his best to calm down his emotions and calmly ordered: "Gather the defeated troops into the city, place them for rest, prepare a report, send out waiting cavalry, and explore the enemy's situation. You and I must be prepared to defend the city. If we are defeated, I will
The situation in Huainan has changed drastically. In less than three or two days, the Han army will inevitably move south again. You and I will defend Shouchun, and a bloody battle will inevitably happen..."
So, He and Zhang took all the defeated troops from Cai back to Shouchun, repaired their armor, boosted their morale, and prepared to fight to the death against the Han.
It was not until the latter half of the night that the sound of killing floating between Shouchun and Xiacai, on the banks of the Feishui River, completely disappeared.
In the early morning of the next day, Murong Yanzhao, escorted by Yidu cavalry, inspected the battlefield. All the way south, as far as the eye could see, corpses littered the fields and the ground was in chaos.
After resting for half the night, the Han troops and civilians, who were numerous in number, cleaned up the battlefield, packed up the seizures, escorted the prisoners, and returned to Xia Cai Camp to rest and report their merits.
After the inspection, Murong Yanzhao discovered that some Han soldiers had died of frostbite. After all, they were exhausted after fighting and chasing for so long in the wilderness on winter nights. Many soldiers fell asleep in the temporary camp and did not wake up.
Gotta come over.
The Han army was like this, but when it came to the captured Tang army officers and soldiers, they were even more insecure and suffered more frostbite and death.
The cruelty of war was vividly displayed in front of Murong Yanzhao. In the battle of Luancheng, there were also many killings, but there was no scene like this, which made Murong Yanzhao feel sad in his heart.
"After this battle, the situation in Huainan has been settled!" As a general, Murong Yanzhao quickly suppressed the softness in his heart, quickly regained his strength as solid as stone, and sternly ordered to the left and right: "Send orders to all armies to quickly clean the battlefield and return to camp.
, treat the disabled, count seizures, count losses, and assess military merit..."
"yes!"
"Take another look in the direction of Shouchun!" Calling to his subordinates, Murong Yanzhao drove his horse south.
Not far away, Han Lingkun, the commander of the Holy Guard Army, came riding lightly. When he saw Murong Yanzhao, his flying horse accelerated, and he dismounted to greet him.
"What's the matter?" Seeing his condition, Murong Yanzhao asked.
Han Lingkun's face looked a little solemn and he said: "Qidudu Yuhou, Li, and Wang are both commanding envoys and are killing prisoners. The generals will continue to persuade them!"
"There is such a thing!" Murong Yanzhao's voice immediately rose.
With his heart slightly tense, Murong Yanzhao took this matter seriously and immediately asked Han Lingkun to lead the way to see him.
On the bank of the Feishui River in the winter morning, the mist was hazy and the water vapor filled the air. On the tidal flat, there were already hundreds of people. About three thousand prisoners of the Tang army were tied up and detained by the sergeants, and they were escorted to the shore in a row.
, merciless killing, heads rolling, bloody and cruel...
Li Chongjin and Wang Yansheng rode nearby, leading two battalions of sergeants, ready to suppress any unrest among the prisoners. They looked relaxed and spoke as usual. They had made great contributions in yesterday's battle.
When Murong Yanzhao arrived at full speed, only about 500 of the 3,000 captives were left. They were all miserable and frightened, crying to heaven to choke her.
Li Chongjin and Wang Yansheng hurried to greet each other. Looking at the scene that was like Shura hell, Murong Yanzhao became completely angry and asked directly: "You two are so brave. Who asked you to kill the prisoners?"
Seeing this, Wang Yansheng looked relaxed and said: "Du Yuhou, please calm down. There are too many prisoners in the Tang army. Kill some to make it easier to control."
