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Chapter six hundred and thirteenth slaughter

At dawn the next day, the prince's army had eaten and got ready to go. Pei Lun urged the entire army to continue on the road and march quickly. He would not be able to rest until he reached Gaoming.

Pei Lun never thought that the Song Dynasty King would dare to boldly march into Dong'an with his troops, and he had never opened his eyes to see the news that the Tang Dynasty King invited the Northern Han Dynasty general. But this young general from the Northern Han Dynasty not only raised his troops to march into Dong'an with astonishing courage

, and he won in one fell swoop, which really eliminated his own escape route. Bao Kanglai was kidnapped without being of any use, and Yang Fu died again. It was clear that he had left two more than 60,000 troops in the east city.

It was twice as powerful as the Song army, but was completely defeated by Zhu Biao.

Pei Lun finally looked directly at Zhu Biao, so he didn't want another accident to happen.

Young generals like Zhang Hu and Du Tianhua couldn't see the mystery, and they still despised the Song Army and were arrogant. Pei Lun was different. He was in a position that was completely higher than generals like Zhang Hu.

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The Song Army's poor performance in Dong'an County did not exceed expectations, but it suddenly rose to prominence in such a disadvantaged environment in Dongcheng County. Isn't that officially Zhu Biao's credit? Is it Zhu Biao's greatness?

In this regard, Pei Lun felt pressure inside.

In the early morning, the surface of Lingjiao Lake was covered with a layer of morning fog, making it difficult to see the surroundings.

If it had been in the past, in Dong'an County, Pei Lun would have ordered the entire army to be on alert and arranged for a large number of scouts to come forward to investigate. After everything was found out, he would raise his troops and move forward.

But today was different. The news he got was that the Song Army was stationing troops under Gaoming City. How could the Song Army cross nearly a hundred miles of road to set up an ambush at Lingjiao Lake overnight? Naturally, there was no need to do anything extra. And he was eager to hurry up, so he immediately ordered everyone to

The soldiers lined up in a long snake formation, moving along the lakeside channel like a thin line.

There was no necessary reconnaissance and warning of the surrounding situation, but the battalions habitually sent out scouts to 'sweep' the roadside.

Although it was already close to early summer, mist would still rise from the water every morning, and the visibility was reduced a lot. At least the beginning and end of the Peilun Department could not be seen from each other.

The 60,000 to 70,000 soldiers and horses of the imperial court were like a group of neatly arranged worker ants, entering the long and narrow official road beside Lingjiao Lake without warning.

"Attack the whole army, kill me..." Seeing that the front of Pei Lun's army had all entered the pockets he had laid, Zhu Biao was not greedy and immediately ordered the entire army to attack.

Hearing the sound of war drums, more than 12,000 Song soldiers immediately rushed down from the hill where they were ambushing.

The front, center, and rear sections of Pei Lun's army were all attacked by the Song soldiers at the same time.

The Song army did not have as many people as Pei Lun's army. However, the Song army occupied the terrain, and even more suddenly.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" The sound of sharp arrows piercing the air sounded, and in an instant, countless feather arrows rained down from the top of the hills to the south.

The training of Pei Lun's soldiers and horses was very good, but they lacked the training on the battlefield and the water of blood. When they were suddenly attacked, they were completely panicked.

Panic and fear seized their hearts, and everyone retreated uncontrollably, throwing themselves into confusion. The entire front army naturally fell into chaos.

From the standpoint of the Song Army, the current Zhu Biao can also say something sarcastic. The Prince's Army is still a complete rookie in war. They are far more experienced than the Song Army currently under Zhu Biao.

Not as good as that. Although the Prince's Army captured most of Dong'an, the key points of Jinniu and Donglang were captured without bloodshed. The only Cangsong Pass controlled by the Song Army has been under control for so many days.

Is it in the hands of the Song Army? No matter how hard the Song Army worked to guard the pass.

Therefore, the Prince's Army is still too young, and they are so flustered by the sudden change that they cannot display their true strength at all. The Prince's Army has great momentum, but in terms of the results on the battlefield, they are really not very convincing.

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——Brave warriors can only be tempered on difficult battlefields. The elites on the school field are by no means the elites on the battlefield.



The first moment the ambush broke out, Pei Lun's heart trembled violently, and his whole body was surrounded by a biting chill. He didn't know how many enemy troops were ambushed in the mountains ahead, and he couldn't see the specific details of the enemy troops.

However, he knew that he had lost this battle. The only thing that could be said to be lucky was that the Song army did not swallow his entire army in one go.

"Stop advancing, stop advancing..." Pei Lun shouted. He must immediately reorganize the center and rear armies, and then advance to reinforce the front army.

However, he would never send troops into Lingjiao Lake again before the central and rear armies were reorganized.

Because Pei Lun knew very well that in such weather and in such terrain, even the rebirth of the God of War would not be able to turn the tide.

A large number of Prince's Army soldiers fled back from the front in embarrassment. Pei Lun did not immediately come to the aid of the front army because he was afraid that his own troops would panic and disrupt the formation.

But Pei Lun was never willing to let the front army die in vain. He called the masters around him and asked them to go in and deliver the order. The generals of each battalion were not allowed to retreat, but were required to gallop their horses forward and lead the soldiers to gather their strength little by little like a snowball.

subordinates, and then counterattacked the Song army.

But it is a pity that Pei Lun's former army has completely fallen into the pocket set by Zhu Biao. It is impossible to get out from both ends or break open the pocket!

I wish Biao made the ambush perfect and beautiful.

Not only were the brave and reliable elites of the Song Army blocking both sides, but there were also a thousand archers on the hills, baptizing the front of the Prince's Army from beginning to end with a wave of arrow rain.

Under the reflection of the morning sun, the thousand-step archers above the morning fog could clearly identify the figures of the Song Army and the Prince's Army. However, when the Prince's Army in the mist raised their heads and looked towards the direction from which the bows and arrows came, they could only see a thin

The fog scattered the sunlight into a dazzling screen, making it impossible to identify the specific position of the Song army.

No matter how outstanding the general is at this juncture, he can only rely on his own ability to take care of the small group of people in front of him, and where they can't see, hundreds of thousands of princely troops cannot organize any effective resistance at all.

The Song troops who were rushed down and the archers above were slaughtered one by one.

There is no formation, no organization, and the officers and soldiers of the Prince's Army are in great chaos. From the generals down to the soldiers, they can only fight on their own. As a result, they are like headless flies scurrying left and right, but they have completely lost their identity as an army.

Team combat capability.

This battle should not be regarded as a battle, but a kind of massacre with slight resistance. Pei Lun was surrounded on two sides, one facing the lake, and surrounded by three gaps. Except for retreating, the prince's army had nowhere to hide.

place.

When the mist dissipated, the battle was over. The 20,000 princely troops at the front suffered a devastating blow. The battlefield was littered with corpses, and it was a hellish scene.

The 20,000 Prince's Army left behind 12,000 to 3,000 corpses, and there were thousands of corpses floating in the water on the lake, with their blood staining the clear water in the lake. Only 5,000 to 6,000 people escaped, and they either retreated.

One person escaped, or struggled hard in the water. Only when the arrows flew down, there were very few people who could survive this disaster in the water.

The Song army's damage did not exceed 2,000 troops, a considerable part of which was suffered when the rear was cut off.

The whole ambush lasted only about half an hour. When the Prince's army was reorganized and pressed in as a whole, Zhu Biao had already taken the victorious Song army in the carriage they came from, and only the dust was visible in the distance.

Gaoming County.

When the sun first shines, a tense atmosphere rises over the city.

Everyone was observing the Song Army barracks four doors away. The towering ladder trucks made the soldiers and civilians in the city panic.

At half noon, the sun rises three poles.

The county lieutenant scratched his head and asked the county magistrate: "Sir, what's going on? Why is there no movement from Song Ni's army?" The analysis made by the county magistrate last night was quite reasonable, why did he miss?

There was sweat on the county magistrate's forehead. The county captain was the only one who asked the question, but all the soldiers around him were waiting to hear his answer. Those pairs of eyes were watching him, and he was under great pressure.

"They have been busy all night last night. Song Ni and the others should be tired. They are tired now. They are recharging their energy. Soldiers, we must not relax. The hard and difficult time is coming..."

But until noon, when the sun rose above the head, there was still no movement in Song Camp!

The county seat of Yongxing County is also the administrative seat of Kaizhou.

A small 200,000 Jin troops surrounded the entire city. People stood on the top of the city and looked around, seeing a sea of ​​purple everywhere.

At the top of Yongxing City, the sun scorches every inch of the city wall. Summer is about to begin. You can still feel the slightest chill in the morning and evening, but it is already a bit 'hot' at noon.

This is especially true on the top of the city. Where the sun shines, every brick of the city is heated up. However, in the face of the powerful enemy force that has arrived, intense preparations for war in the city must be carried out all the time.

Teams of strong men with bare shoulders and bare arms carried arrows, rolled logs, and stones in bundles, roots, and pieces non-stop to the city wall. The clothes dried by the sun had sweat condensed on them.

Wisps of snow-white salt flowers are clearly visible.

This was an asymmetrical war. Compared with the Jin army that had a great victory all the way to the city, the Song army in Yongxing City only had 50,000 soldiers. And this was already the battlefield in the north, with more than 100,000 Song soldiers remaining on both sides.

The main force.

Ji Kang's gums were bleeding. The King of Jin insulted him. Yesterday, hundreds of surrender letters were fired into the city. Ji Kang felt like he was on the street, and the King of Jin stripped off all his clothes. His dignity

He was completely trampled on. He furiously ordered Zhang Nan, who was "a body to be punished," to prepare for the war with all his strength, and recruited young people from all over the city to join the army. He wanted to turn Yongxing City into an indestructible stone and knock down the King of Jin.

Those big teeth.

"You guys, hurry up and carry the iron pot over there!" Wen Zhongyue's shout was solemn and powerful. He was directing a group of soldiers to carry the iron pot. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature for better and updated novels.

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