The morning sun was not yet bright enough. The signaling fireworks flew into the sky one after another, creating a huge encirclement around the advancing army. Wanyan Zonghan was riding on his horse, his eyes changing positions as the fireworks rose.
, the wind blew his white hair. He had drawn his sword in his hand.
The array of 30,000 troops marching forward is vast and huge. In terms of quantity, the total number of Chinese Seventh Army participating in the war will not exceed this size, let alone the "ten encirclements" mentioned in the art of war.
But with the rising of these fireworks, the momentum of the attack was already brewing. The main force of the Chinese army that rushed to the surroundings in pieces did not show any signs of cheating or feinting. They were serious - what is even more strange is that even
Wanyan Zonghan himself or the generals and soldiers in the army could more or less understand that the other party was serious.
While the fireworks were still rising to the north, the attack began.
The first sound came from the forest to the east, and figures rushed out from there. There were not many figures, and they did not form any formation. There were fireworks rising from the mountains to the north. This small group seemed to be impatient.
Rushing forward, they shouted, closing the distance to the Jurchens' front line.
Twenty or thirty people rushed towards the army of thirty thousand people. This behavior seemed strange, but it also tightened the string in everyone's heart. On the other side of the Jurchens' front line, the archers had already nocked their arrows and drew their bows.
The generals of the formation had experienced hundreds of battles and did not rush to fire arrows. At this moment, the huge battlefield even seemed a little quiet because of the shouts of dozens of people rushing out of the woods.
A low trumpet sound sounded from this "silent" battlefield. The sound of the trumpet sounded low because the trumpeter was working hard, but then it passed through the sky, circled, and rushed into the high-pitched air. The second time
A black flag protrudes from the mountainside to the southeast.
Then came the hills to the north several miles away, and then, a figure rushed out from the south. Then came the fifth formation, the sixth formation, the seventh formation...
The successive attacks are like a sea wave, coming from all directions, but compared to the huge army of 30,000 people, the appearance of each group of enemies seems a bit ridiculous. Most of their numbers are just a few dozen people, but here.
For a moment, they appeared in different locations several miles away, but they all showed the courage to sink the cauldron. Wanyan Zonghan looked at everything that appeared in the distance, and the long sword seemed to make an iron-blooded sound in the wind, and his throat
He let out a sigh: "It's like fighting in the market..."
Yes, if he had seen such a scene decades ago—or even ten years ago—he would have laughed. The battlefield at that time was a majestic battlefield, with tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people arrayed in formation.
During the battle, at the guarding Dagang, the Liao people's banners covered the sky and the sun, and could not be seen at a glance. The two sides set up their battle formations, determined to fight to the death, and then began to attack with a huge array. Such small groups of warriors,
On the battlefield, they would not even have the courage to charge. If they leave the sight of the generals or the supervising team, they will never even be found again.
But at the moment before his eyes, queues of dozens or hundreds of people were appearing from all directions in his field of vision. Black flags filled the mountains and plains. He wanted to smile to boost his morale, but there seemed to be ants crawling behind his head.
This prevented him from laughing because he knew that the other person was not joking.
Every one of the Chinese soldiers rushing over the mountains and plains is serious!
To the east, on the front line of the Jurchen front line, the general leading the army had given the order to fire arrows. Arrows rose into the sky.
The first team to attack from the grove here is a platoon under the first company of the second battalion of the second brigade of the first division of the Chinese Seventh Army. The company commander is Niu Chengshu, and the platoon leader is Zhao Xingwang. This is a tall man
A tall and thin 32-year-old veteran with scars at the corners of his eyes, after days of fighting, his platoon still had a total of twenty-three people. He became the first army to rush towards the Jurchens and narrowly escaped death. But at the same time,
It's also a huge honor.
Such a charge is based on great courage, but it is also based on confidence in countless comrades. They were the first to charge towards the Jurchen army, and as they rushed out of the woods, their vision expanded, and rising fireworks continued to appear.
, on the mountainside not far to the southeast, the second black flag immediately launched an attack. Then, the charge horn sounded from low to high, and the teams from the north, the south, the northeast...the teams all looked like
They all rushed out. Such scenes and responses were enough to make people's blood boil and make them feel as if they were dead.
Although there is an astonishingly large Jurchen force on the opposite side, they already know it well if they are facing such an enemy, and they also know that their companions around them will definitely provide them with the greatest support.
The Jurchen front line that the twenty-three of them rushed toward had a size of a thousand, and the Jurchen general among them was also very experienced. He kept the archers away and waited for the oncoming Chinese soldiers to enter the maximum damage range, but faced with
The skirmish formation of twenty or thirty people will be awkward no matter what the opposing archers choose.
"Attention!"
The twenty-three people were not running very fast. They all maintained a similar speed. When they entered the first place with large and small rocks, Zhao Xingwang shouted briefly and firmly. He raised his shield slightly, and the surrounding soldiers also slightly
Lifting the shield, the surrounding shouts of killing have become noisy as dozens of teams charge, and they enter the best shooting range of the archers.
Black arrows flew up like locusts.
"hide--"
Zhao Xingwang pounced on a big stone, raised his shield, and his soldiers each chose a place to bend down to avoid. Then arrows fell one after another, and the sound of swishing, swishing, and banging was heard. The shouts of killing were still spreading around,
Zhao Xingwang saw soldiers of the Chinese Army cutting down diagonally on the ridge to the northeast. From behind, company commander Niu Chengshu led two other platoons of soldiers to also fight out. They were a little slower and were waiting for an emergency response. He knew that at this moment, the huge
There must be countless companions surrounding the battlefield, rushing towards the Jurchen army.
The time when an attack is launched but before contact has occurred has always seemed particularly strange throughout the war. It is quiet and noisy, rolling but silent, just like the hot water in the pot is waiting to boil, and the huge wave in front of the stall is about to
Hit the shore and explode.
The rain of arrows had finished, and Zhao Xingwang had no time to ask if anyone was injured. He raised his head and glanced forward from behind the big stone. At this moment, they were less than fifty feet away from the Jurchen front line of thousands of people.
A column of people has begun to deform. It is a team of about a hundred people and is about to rush out this way.
Zhao Xingwang let out a breath. At this moment, he already knew that the commander on the opposite side was an experienced Jurchen general. After explosives such as grenades were put into use by the Chinese army, unless they rely on camps, city walls, and fortifications in combat,
Defense, otherwise it is most unfavorable to fight in formation. Even if the opponent is a thousand-man team, if they are rushed close by and throw a round, their momentum will be taken away. When the second and third rows rush over, there is basically no need to fight in the subsequent battles.
Already.
With a superior strength of about a hundred men, it is a relatively suitable choice to ignite fire and thunder for hedging.
Zhao Xingwang made a gesture: "Listen to my order - go -"
The comrades held up their shields, bent their bodies slightly, and began to rush out from behind the bunkers they were looking for. Their pace began to speed up. Then, the centurions of the Jin Army on the opposite side also rushed out, and the distance between the two sides narrowed to thirty-five feet.
Zhao Xingwang, who had walked not far away, stopped, and a group of soldiers also stopped immediately: "Prepare grenades-"
"three!"
"two!"
The soldiers' eyes flashed with sternness: "Charge——"
More than twenty people rushed out with all their strength and merged into the tide of the entire battlefield.
Soldiers' small-scale hedging operations, using grenades, fire mines and other weapons to open up the situation, have only begun to appear gradually in recent years. As the Jurchens barely adapted to this form of combat during this southern expedition, the Chinese army's counterattack
Methods have also begun to increase. Facing the small Jurchen troops approaching from the opposite side, this "stop and charge" rhythm is a countermeasure that has only been brewed in company and platoon combat in recent days. Three seconds from the distance of the upcoming battle
Zhong's pause, for our side, was a step that had been discussed long ago, but for the Jurchen troops who were rushing forward with all their strength, it was as uncomfortable as losing their breath.
When the Jurchen Hundreds charged, they tried to maintain their formation as usual, but just after this moment, the soldiers' pace suddenly became chaotic, and the line began to rapidly deform during the charge - skirmishers had to deform in battle, but they had to deform themselves.
Of course, the choice is different from the forced dispersion. But there is no room for more changes.
The distance between the two sides shortened to fifteen feet in the roar. Zhao Xingwang and others threw grenades at the crowd in front. Several grenades crossed the sky and fell. Fire and thunder from the opposite side also flew in one after another. Compared to the Chinese army,
The wooden handle grenade, the round fire mine on the opposite side has a relatively short throwing distance and poor accuracy.
There was an explosion in the crowd on the opposite side. Some people flew backwards and some rolled to the ground. The Chinese Army soldiers on this side faced the explosion and fell down during the charge, choosing a defensive posture. In fact, the firemen on the opposite side were
The thunder fell over a wide range, and the Chinese army's three-second pause before charging disrupted the time for the Jurchen soldiers to light the fire thunder.
Black smoke filled the battlefield, and the smell of blood filled the air. In the black smoke, the hysterical roars of the Jurchen generals could be heard, as well as the rolling and crying of the wounded. Zhao Xingwang had already gotten up the next moment the explosion stopped, and moved towards the side
After a quick glance, I saw that the figures of my comrades were also working hard. They were holding steel knives and shaking off the dust on their bodies.
"-Fall-in!"
The soldiers rushed into the smoke and jumped out from the other side.
Start a collision.
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On the entire battlefield, arrows were rising in bursts, and the sound of artillery was also heard. One after another, Chinese army teams chose to defend or retreat amidst the rain of arrows and the sound of artillery fire, but more teams took advantage of the opportunity to rush forward.
Next, the perimeter of the entire battlefield was like a gradually heating oil pan, and the boiling and explosions began to become intense.
At this time, the encirclement operation that spread for several miles in three directions was in full swing. The offensive units of the Chinese Army were almost split down to the platoon level. With the general direction determined, each combat unit had its own response. Of course.
There are also some Chinese military officers who can only distinguish the timing of advance and retreat, but such changes are not something the Jurchens' command system can adapt to.
The bombardment of the artillery positions was like cannon swatting mosquitoes to the peripheral skirmishers, and the Jurchens did not dare to take passive defense. As the Chinese army's charge unfolded, the Jurchens used hundreds of troops to hedge on the periphery, and some of them had fought previously.
The troops that had been defeated almost collapsed at the first touch, and a few troops blocked the first round of the Chinese army's attack.
Chaos began to spread, and at two moments, the Chinese army's attacks were like needles, piercing the outer perimeter of Zong Han's army and extending toward the inside. At this time, Gao Qingyi had also gathered a large number of cavalry and launched the prelude to the counterattack.
The sun is already high in the sky. It is ten o'clock in the morning on April 24th, the sixth and last day of the Hanzhong Battle. From the beginning of the battle on the 19th, the Chinese Seventh Army has never avoided
In any battle, this is the strongest sword that the Chinese army has been polishing for several years. At this moment when the entire southwest battle is coming to an end, they are about to complete their mission.
Wanyan Zonghan originally wanted to start a decisive battle as soon as possible, but decades of combat experience made him choose to delay for a few days. Such a struggle is not without reason, but everyone understands that the decisive battle will inevitably happen at some point.
, so on the twenty-fourth day, as the Jurchens finally corrected their attitude, the Chinese army also corrected its posture and devoted all its strength to the frontal battlefield, studing.
On the subsequent battlefield, the Jurchens resisted tenaciously...