Chapter 870 Purgatory on Earth Ten Thousand Degrees of Sword Warmth (Part 2)
The newly cut branches made a crackling sound in the fire, and green smoke filled the sky. In the night, the tents on the mountain were dotted with the light of bonfires.
On the night of September 16th, 45,000 Wufeng Battalion soldiers were stationed in a mountain called Liudaoliang, more than a hundred miles west of Pingjiang.
It was late autumn, and the nearby mountains and fields still seemed peaceful, and the military camp was filled with a depressed atmosphere. Wufeng Camp was a weaker branch of the Wu Dynasty army. It was originally stationed in Jiangxi and other places with the basic task of stationing in the fields and suppressing bandits.
A large number of the soldiers were farmers. After the restructuring in the Jianshuo year, the status of the army was improved. Wufeng Camp strengthened formal training, and its elite troops gradually began to have the ability to bully the villagers. This was also the reason why the army and civil servants
The inevitable in grabbing power.
The increase in military strength and several conflicts with the gentry and civil servants around the station laid the foundation for Yu Gusheng to become a local hegemon. To be fair, during the two hundred years of the Wu Dynasty, the status of generals continued to decline. In the past few years, Yu Gusheng also became a local hegemon.
It was the most nourishing period for Gu Sheng.
When the Wu Dynasty collapsed, he understood that the situation was stronger than the people. He led the army towards Jinghu South Road. Of course, he had the idea of finding a way out in this great change that would overturn the world, but the mood of the soldiers in the army
, but it may not be so high-spirited.
Some soldiers still couldn't believe that the Wu Dynasty had lost power and the Jin people were commanding the army. Some of the soldiers were worried and some were afraid that a large amount of money and food went to the Jurchens after the autumn harvest, and that their own group was driven over to raise black flags.
.Although the military was strictly purged during this period, many people were even killed, and many middle-level officers were replaced to stabilize the situation, but as we moved forward, daily discussions and confusion were inevitable.
September 16th was also such a simple night. We were still more than a hundred miles away from Pingjiang, so there were still several days before the battle. The soldiers in the camp gathered in groups, discussing, confused, and sighing... Some talked about black
The ferocity of the flag, some talked about the legendary wiseness of the prince...
"I can't tell...where will the emperor come back from..."
"In a few days, we will surround the black flag. He is a man who doesn't care about his life. He will tear off a piece of his opponent's flesh even if he dies. If we encounter one... let's save our lives..."
Soon after the discussion, the camp entered the curfew time for rest. Even though they were all worried and making their own plans, after all, the war would still last for a while, and they could still sleep peacefully for a few days.
In the early morning of September 17th, at three o'clock in the morning, the night sky was full of moon and stars. The camp had completely quieted down. Only the watchtower on the edge of the camp and the torches of the soldiers patrolling were wandering around. It was located on the mountainside southeast of Liudaoliang.
Under the watchtower, two figures sneaked over silently from inside the camp.
Soon, the two guards on the guard tower fell one after another.
At the same time, the thousand-man team led by Chen Fan arrived at the woods east of Liudaoliang. He hid in the trees and observed the outline of the military camp ahead.
Yuwen Feidu, who was carrying a long gun, was also crawling in the grass and put away his telescope: "The people on the sentry tower have been changed."
Chen Fan nodded, then looked up at the moon in the sky. Across the mountain ridge, in the mountains on the other side of the military camp, there was also a team staring at the moonlight in the darkness. This team had more than 6,000 people. Ji Qian was leading the formation.
Er, Zhuo Xiaofeng and other generals were counting the passage of time.
At the foothills on the southeast side, Chen Fan led the first group of people out of the woods quietly and walked along the hidden mountain ridge to the sentry tower that had been replaced. The front was just a temporary camp, although the lookout points of the sentry towers were placed everywhere.
It was still organized, but only on the southeast side, with the replacement of guards on a sentry tower, the road behind became a blind spot for observation.
Nearing Yin hour, Yuwen Feidu climbed up the sentry tower and occupied the commanding heights. To the west, the six thousand black flag troops began to advance cautiously according to the predetermined plan.
The night was reaching its deepest moment, and although there was a sudden panic, no one knew who was shouting in the night. Then, a loud noise shook the mountain, and a warehouse of gunpowder at the rear of the military camp was ignited, and black smoke
Rising into the sky, the air wave blew away the tent. Someone shouted: "Night attack"
"The black flag is coming"
The guard on the sentry tower raised his telescope. In the night on the east and west sides, figures were rolling in. In the camp on the east side, no one knew how many people entered the military camp. The fire ignited the tent. He woke up from his deep sleep.
The soldiers rushed out of the camp in panic and saw flames flying in the sky. A rocket flew up to the flagpole in the center of the military camp and lit the flag.
The bombing of camps can no longer be stopped.
The Battle of Jinghu has begun.
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On the morning of September 17, Zhuo Yongqing and Qu Qing led the team towards Liudaoliang. On the way, they saw several groups of fleeing soldiers. After questioning them, they understood that the battle with Wufeng Camp had come to an end.
In the morning sunshine, the gunfire in Liudaoliang has subsided, and only the smell of blood still remains. The supplies in the military camp are still intact. More than 6,000 people were captured in this battle and are being guarded in the mountain col on the west side of the military camp.
After Zhuo Yongqing and Qu Qing arrived, several more teams arrived one after another. The team of more than 7,000 people led by Chen Fan suffered only a hundred casualties in the battle last night. Zhu Jing, who asked Juling County to send troops to collect prisoners and transport supplies,
Scouts have been sent out.
A group of Chinese soldiers gathered on one side of the battlefield. Although they all seemed happy, the discipline was still serious and the nerves of each department were still tense. This was a sign that they were preparing to continue fighting.
Zhuo Yongqing and Qu Qing participated in the subsequent combat meeting. In addition to Chen Fan, Ji Qian'er, Zhuo Xiaofeng and other generals who originally belonged to the 29th Army, there were also several leaders who had come out of the southwest earlier.
Except for intelligence dealers like "Honest Monk" Feng Zhen who were still operating outside, half of the teams released a year ago had already moved closer to Chen Fan.
Now he is officially the deputy commander of the 29th Chinese Army, but in fact, Chen Fan, who has full authority to manage the military affairs of the Miao Territory, is already a middle-aged man in his late forties. There is not much aging in his appearance, and he has always been calm.
There was even a bit of laziness and sunshine, but at this moment after the war, the blood stains on his armor had not faded, and there was a fierce aura in his face. If there are any old people who participated in the Yongle Uprising here,
You may find that Chen Fan's temperament on the battlefield is somewhat similar to that of Fang Qifu.
Probably after simply washing his hands and face, Chen Fan shook off the water stains on his hands, rubbed his palms, and placed the map on the table that was collected.
"...Last night when the camp was bombed, most of the people fled to the east. Yu Gusheng and his son took several thousand people with them. We must have gone to the northeast. Guo Baohuai was a hundred miles away, with 50,000 men under his command.
It may be slightly stronger than Yu Gusheng. Then there is Li Touhe further to the southeast, with a total of 100,000 people in the two groups."
He clicked his finger on the map a few times.
"...Destroy them first before the Silver Technique arrives."
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Feng Zhen rode his horse all the way eastward. In the afternoon, he arrived at an abandoned village in the mountains east of Pingxiang. There were already people and horses gathering in the village.
He was fat and full of flesh. He rode a horse all the way. Both the man and the horse were very tired. When he arrived near Dewasan Village, he did not rush in. He panted up the mountain behind the village. A person looked at
A middle-aged man with gloomy features and a look like a hardworking farmer is already waiting here.
"Comrade Feng, thank you for your hard work." The other party looked miserable, and his voice was low, but his address after he spoke was quite formal. Feng Zhen saluted him, but he did not dare to be disrespectful. There are many outstanding people in the Chinese army.
But there are also some who are out-and-out lunatics, and the person in front of me is one of them.
This man's name is Tian Song. He was originally a blacksmith from Bianliang. He was hardworking and simple. Later, he was taken to the north for the shame of Jingping, and was rescued from the north by the Chinese army. At this time, although he looked miserable and simple, he actually killed the enemy.
Come on, Feng Zhen knows how ruthless this person is.
After the two chatted with each other for a few words, they walked down the mountain. When they arrived at a hidden ridge halfway up the mountain, Tian Song sent away the guards arranged here and took out the binoculars and handed them to Feng Zhen. Feng Zhen looked towards the village below.
I looked inside and saw that many people in the village were wearing Jurchen clothes and armor.
Tian Song took out a small picture album from his arms: "There is no problem with the clothes and armor, and the 'little prince' has been arranged. This plan has been prepared for several years. When Wanyan Qingjue was mining in the mountains, Xiao He was
I have been imitating it, and it seems that there will be no serious problems this time. Comrade Feng, if the plan of the 29th Army has been finalized..."
His words were low and even a little weak, but only from the deepest part of the tone, Feng Zhen could hear the enthusiasm in the other person's voice. He saw the "little prince" giving orders in the crowd below, and stared at it for a while
Only then did he speak.
"Guo Baohuai has already made arrangements. Theoretically speaking, we will attack Guo Baohuai first and then Li Touhe. Chen Shuai hopes that you will act according to the situation and take action when you are sure. What needs to be considered at the moment is that although the young prince sets off from Jiangzhou
You are already being targeted by Senior Fulu and the others, but for the time being, I don’t know how long you can pester them. If you get to Li Touhe first, and the young prince is alert and sends someone here, you will still be in great risk.
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"Well, that's right." Tian Song beside him nodded.
Feng Zhen sighed in his heart. He had been walking in the rivers and lakes all his life and had seen countless desperadoes. Most of the normal ones would say "wealth is gained in danger", and the crazier ones would say "it's worth it". Only Tian
Song, who seemed sincere, probably didn't consider the risks he mentioned at all. He said: "Everything is still based on your own judgment and act according to the situation. However, be sure to pay attention to safety and take care of yourself as much as possible."
"Of course." Tian Song nodded, with a calm smile on his wrinkled face, and said, "We will bring Li Touhe's head."
After explaining the matter, it was almost evening. The leader of the team, who looked like an old farmer, walked towards the abandoned village. Soon, this team composed of the "little prince" and martial arts masters would go to the southwest.
Heading in the direction.
Feng Zhen got on his horse and continued to rush towards the northeast. Fulu led a group of green forest people and the entanglement with Wanyan Qingjue continued. Before Wanyan Qingjue realized that something was wrong, he was still responsible for stirring up the water.
becomes more turbid.
At the same moment, the defeated troops of Yu Gusheng and Yu Mingzhou, who were fleeing all the way, had already caught up with the scouts sent by Guo Baohuai.
Several years have passed, and the various plans that the Chinese army has been weaving one after another have gradually revealed their trump cards.
In the eleventh year of Jian Shuo, in mid-to-late September, with the gradual collapse of the Zhou Dynasty, at a time when many people had not yet realized it, the 29th Chinese Army, with a total of only more than 10,000 people, came to Chen Fan.
Under the leadership of the leader, only half of the troops rushed out of Changsha and marched eastward, launching the prelude to the entire Battle of Jinghu.
At the end of September, more than 100,000 troops collapsed in front of Chen Fan's 7,000 Chinese troops. The battle line was cut directly into the hinterland of Jiangnan West Road by Chen Fan with a fierce attitude.