In this hilly area, how the Mongols ambushed Wanyan Tiege's troops a few days ago, and how the Khitans ambushed Pu Xianwannu's troops today, and even the fatigue of the ambushed party after a long journey is exactly the same.
Due to the limitations of the hilly terrain, the first ones to be attacked were not Pu Suliemeng's troops, but a group of infantry on the left wing of the front line.
These soldiers were scattered everywhere, lying or sitting, and everyone was half tired to death. Although Pu Xianbuhui kept yelling and scolding, and ordered to maintain the order, when the fatigue reaches the extreme, once the rest, all the mental strength and tenacity are poured out, how can they gather together?
stand up?
Occasionally, a person with outstanding physical strength would go to the foot of the mountain to collect firewood, hoping to make a stove and cook himself a hot meal.
Suddenly, he heard that the enemy was attacking. The man threw away the firewood and ran back. However, he was so nervous that he couldn't find where his spear was. He was groping in the grass in a hurry when the Khitan people came from behind and came with a long knife.
With a wave of his hand, his body and head separated.
More Khitans arrived in a noisy manner and poured into the equally noisy Jurchen queue.
In the past few years, the northeastern interior has been plagued by wars and rebellions, and tribal rebellions have occurred one after another. The imperial commander who is responsible for commanding the army has to report everything. As a result, he is unable to cope with the situation and has been defeated repeatedly. Therefore, when Tu Shanyi was appointed as Shangshu Youcheng, he made a special effort to
He submitted a letter, imploring the emperor at that time to establish a province in Liaodong and appoint capable generals to guard it with full authority.
However, Tu Shanyi's authority in military affairs was far inferior to that in government affairs, so the imperial court not only did not set up provinces, but also sent the generals responsible for the Northeast War, who were Wanyan Chengyu and Pu Xianwannu who had just lost their troops and territory in Yehuling.
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The subsequent battle in Liaodong became even more difficult, and a large number of experienced soldiers and officers were lost.
However, under such circumstances, the Zhongdu court continued to mobilize troops from the northeastern hinterland to Zhongdu to resist the direct threat of the Mongolian army. In the third year of Da'an and the first year of Zhenyou, they dispatched 20,000 troops and 16,000 troops respectively.
Thousands of people are all elite soldiers who can be called the backbone.
As a result, the economical army in the northeastern hinterland disappeared. Military leaders in various places relied more and more on tribal support, and when they drove the army, they increasingly lacked rigorous and effective command.
At this moment, when thousands of Khitan people screamed loudly and rushed into the Jurchens' ranks one after another, the Jurchens' troops fell apart, and the soldiers were panicked and completely unable to deal with it.
But the Khitan people charged with their war horses, slashed and stabbed with swords and guns, beat everywhere with iron rods or bones, and shot in all directions with bows and arrows. They killed everyone they saw, sprinkling puff after puff of blood into the air, turning it into smell.
The thick blood mist lingered for a long time.
The number of Jurchen troops that can still maintain their organizational structure is very small.
Pu Suliemeng's troops were one of them. He didn't bother to greet the defeated soldiers, nor did he have time to rescue his colleagues who were surrounded by the enemy. He only led his own subordinates who had not yet escaped and rushed eastward, looking for an opening.
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This was not an attempt to escape, but a decision made after analyzing the battlefield situation based on rich combat experience: At this time, the front army was completely in chaos and there was no possibility of counterattack. It was necessary to retreat and find a way to join the Chinese rear army.
It is possible to survive!
Not long after charging, he encountered a group of infantry running wildly, colliding with each other and blocking the road. Pu Sulie urged his horse to make a circle to avoid them and the pursuers behind them. Unexpectedly, he passed by a deserted area.
Lin Shi encountered enemy cavalry approaching from both sides. Before Pu Sulie could see his opponent clearly, two iron spears had already stabbed him like poisonous snakes.
This is a common standard iron spear in the Jurchen army, and Pu Suliemeng is very familiar with it. Obviously, either these Khitan people themselves served in the army, or they seized the weapons of the dead and put them into battle.
Pu Sulie felt a little sad in his heart, but he ignored this emotion. He held his backhand to his waist and threw a two-pound meteor hammer to the left.
A dull sound of blows, the crisp sound of shattered armor and screams of agony were heard at the same time, and a man on the left turned over and fell from his horse.
There was an iron chain and a handle attached to the back of the meteor hammer, which could have been used for repeated beatings, but Pu Sulie threw it away. Then he held a short spear in both hands and danced around like the wind.
After two bangs and bangs, the spear thrust of the man on the right was separated. Pu Sulie rode in close, swinging his short spear horizontally, and swept the man off his horse.
The heroic performance of beating two cavalry in a split second was caught in the eye of no one, and a cheer was heard not far away, followed by a rain of arrows.
Pu Sulie cursed loudly, crawled on the saddle and urged the horse with all his strength.
I felt a whistling sound around my body, and in an instant, two arrow clusters pierced the leather armor, one on the back and one on the side. Although the shot was not deep, blood flowed down and dyed the saddle red.
; His war horse also whined. It turned out that an arrow had grazed its shoulder blade and opened a long bloody gash.
Looking back, there were only a dozen cavalry left galloping behind. The two men who had previously discussed the military situation were subordinates who had gotten along well with Pu Sulie in recent months, and now they were gone.
These soldiers all admired Pu Sulie's bravery and chose to follow him. They thought that following a brave boss would give them more chances of survival.
In fact, precisely because of Pu Sulie's fierce bravery, every time there was a fight, he was always placed in the most dangerous and critical place by his foster father or some other general. As a result, his subordinates would be replaced every three to five, but instead
More likely to die.
"Don't panic! Come with me!"
Pu Sulie shouted loudly and continued to gallop.
When he was far away from the range covered by the arrows and the sounds of fighting around him became a little sparse, he tore off a strip of cloth from his shirt and stuffed it into his armor, barely covering the outside of the wound, and waved his short spear at the same time.
The blade of the short spear was covered with red blood, and there were also pale white or yellow strands, which may be sebum cut from the human body.
At this time, he suddenly heard someone nearby shouting: "Pu Sulie! Pu Sulie! Save me!"
He subconsciously reined in his horse and looked in the direction of the sound.
Among the piles of corpses scattered around, two corpses were suddenly pushed away, revealing Pu's fresh and blood-stained face.
"Pu Sulie! It's great that you are here!" Pu Xianbuhui stretched out his hand and shouted: "Pull me out! Let's go to the central army and join the envoy!"
Pu Sulie stretched out his arm and pulled Pu Xianbuhui out of the body.
Pu Xianbuhui stretched out his hand, kicked his legs, and showed a thankful smile. He glanced at Pu Suliemeng and his men, and said: "Horse!"
"What?"
Just at the moment of these two sentences, the sound of killing and the clash of weapons suddenly became violent. Another group of Jurchens who fled were besieged by the Khitan army not far away. The two sides were fighting not far away. Flesh and blood were flying everywhere.
The broken arms and limbs can all be seen so clearly.
Pu Xianbuhui shouted anxiously: "Let a horse come out, I want to use it, you protect me, let's go quickly!"
Pu Sulie suddenly looked at his subordinates and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Most of the subordinates lowered their eyes.
"Hurry up!" Pu Xianbu Hui saw this situation and suddenly became irritable: "I am your foster father, do you dare to disobey me! Hurry up! Let a horse come out!"
Pu Sulie bowed his head deeply: "Father, you might as well wait a moment, I will go find an ownerless war horse..."
"How come it's too late? Nonsense!" Pu Xianbuhui pointed at someone casually: "It's just you, come down!"
That man was the soldier who wanted to share dried meat with Pu Su Lie Meng earlier. He looked at Pu Xian Bu Gray with a pale face, then looked at Pu Su Lie Meng, gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to refuse, but had to
Turn over and dismount.
As soon as he threw away the stirrup on one side, his shoulders were grabbed by Pu Sulie and pushed back onto the saddle.
"The Khitans are coming! Let's go quickly!" Pu Sulie shouted loudly and clamped his feet on the horse's belly.
The cavalrymen followed the leader without hesitation, and by the time they reacted, they had already left behind Pu Xianbuhui and his violent yells and curses.
Someone rode for a while and couldn't help but turn around and look back. They saw Khitan people coming like a tide, and Pu Xianbuhui's figure could no longer be found.
A group of people urged their horses to swim across the river, only to find that the Chinese army was also in chaos. The Khitan people specially sent a cavalry to outflank them. After a fierce battle, the soldiers of each team of the Chinese army were fleeing aimlessly. Thousands of them were fleeing aimlessly.
People were squeezing against each other, pushing and shouting, turning everything within sight into a puddle of mud.
Pu Sulie suddenly raised his eyes and looked around, and easily saw two adopted sons of Pu Xianwannu, and many other adopted sons like him, all of whom were mingling with the rebels and fleeing hastily.
There are so many sons and grandsons, but no one is willing to fight to the death at the critical moment. It can be seen that no matter how many sons and grandsons there are, it is useless. Pu Xianwannu's own ambition, aspirations, and ordinary methods made the warriors of Xianping Prefecture
There is only arrogance and viciousness, but no real hard bones.
"Muke, what should we do?" someone asked.
Pu Suliemeng didn't say anything, he just looked at the hills and valleys everywhere.
After looking at it for a long time, he raised his finger and pointed to a steep mountain to the east. The terrain on the top of the mountain was complex. On several commanding heights, there were vague crowds of people, and there were bright spots of soldiers' armor reflecting the sun.
"There, the Pu Xian envoy should be there."
"Are we going there?" someone hesitated.
"I still have to go once."
Less than half an hour later, Pu Sulie climbed to the top of the mountain and walked into a temporary tent under the guidance of the soldiers. His posture when dismounting and even when walking on the mountain road were a bit stiff because of the many injuries on his body.
Several places. And there were two less cavalry following him.
Pu Xianwannu was in the tent, but his beard and hair were messy, his eyes were bloodshot, and the skin on his cheeks was looser and drooping, making him look completely different from his original dignified appearance.
At first glance, Pu Sulie almost didn't recognize him. On the contrary, Pu Xianwannu suddenly stepped forward, grabbed his godson's hand, and asked sternly: "I remember you! You are that one, that one... you are very familiar."
The roads around Hampyeongfu, right?”
"Yes, very familiar."
"Then you go to Xianping Mansion for me, see He Shilie Huanduan and Guo Ning, and say, in the name of Liaodong Xuanfu Envoy, I want them to send troops to rescue!"
By the way, there are many weapons from the Jin Dynasty, such as iron spears and meteor hammers, hidden by the Black Dragon...