Chapter 915 The End of Zhao Songs Strongest Western Army
Starting from Detective Li Yuanfang, Chapter 915: The End of Zhao Song’s Strongest Western Army
"General!
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When Zhe Keshi broke away from his guards and rushed towards the enemy's formation, the Western Army exclaimed. No one expected that their commander would directly throw himself into the trap after the words spoken in front of the two armies.
But the King of Yan, who was completely capable of capturing Zhe Keshi, just said a few words and waved his hand, and the war horse under Zhe Keshi's crotch took him back to the front of the formation, and he couldn't help but be shocked again.
The Western Army up and down.
Zhong Shidao's heart sank, he was not happy but frightened, he went up to meet him: "Brother Zunzheng!"
Zhe Keshi's face was solemn and he spoke slowly: "The Yan thieves still want to persuade them to surrender. This person has something to say..."
He said what King Yan said exactly, without adding or subtracting a word.
It cannot be deleted because the other party's voice can be conveyed at any time and cannot be hidden.
No matter what we do at this time, we will further lose military morale.
Even when Zhe Ke was returning home, he wanted to kill himself with a knife in shame and anger, but he restrained himself.
If he is defeated and killed while charging towards the Yan thieves, the gray-haired veteran will shed his last drop of blood for Zhao Song, which can boost morale and fight a sad battle for the soldiers.
But the other party's magnanimous release and his own suicide would only cause his prestige among the three armies to plummet, and the morale of the 50,000-strong Western Army to collapse completely.
So he endured the humiliation and returned to the center. Zhe Keshi first dismounted and was no longer restrained by the mount. However, after getting on another horse, he still felt that it was not safe. He couldn't help but secretly sighed: "The cavalry is useless..."
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The cavalry of the Song Dynasty was already scarce. If we did not count the Tibetan soldiers and only looked at the Han army, there were not even 10,000 people. This time, the 5,000 cavalry led by 50,000 elites was the final mobilization.
What's good now is that the battle hasn't started yet, but he is directly defeated by the dragon colt under the opponent's crotch.
Zhong Shidao just pretended that the cavalry did not exist. His eyes swept around the soldiers in the central army, came to Zhe Keshi and said: "The morale of the army is in chaos, we cannot delay, we must fight quickly!"
The enemy's conditions for recruiting and surrendering became more and more attractive each time. Reunion with their families was something everyone in the Western Army hoped for. Those who were willing to serve continued to serve as soldiers, and those who were unwilling to serve were disarmed and returned to their fields. The King of Yan personally visited the front line and spoke with sincerity.
Complete.
If you continue to wait, even the generals will lose their morale, let alone the soldiers under his command? The Western Army will collapse!
But Zhe Keshi's answer was: "The enemy knows the enemy. If we take the initiative to attack, we will definitely lose!"
The Song Dynasty had one million troops, but it was difficult to even produce 10,000 elite cavalry. The confrontation with Xixia relied on two major supports, one was the continuous construction of castles and fortresses, and the other was a neat military formation.
Many times, they combined the two into one and fought against the city. The arrow formations they laid caused heavy losses to the Xixia Iron Kites, which made them sigh with joy.
But now the offense and defense are interchanged, and those guarding the city have become the Yan army. They have traveled a long distance. No matter how restrained their marching speed is, they will eventually consume all the way to the Bianjing city and become the Western army themselves.
If these difficulties can still be overcome, Ke Shi's observation when he was approaching the Yan army just now made him despair: "The thieves are not only in a formidable military formation, but also concealed with firearms. I just saw that inside the central army formation,
I saw rows of artillery pieces..."
Master Zhong's expression changed: "Thunderbolt?"
Zhe Keshi nodded lightly: "I heard that when Yanyun was recovered, the local soldiers used it to force the Liao army to go out of the city to fight. Now it seems that it must have been improved and can be used in the military formation!"
The weapons and equipment of the Song Dynasty reached a quite advanced stage. For example, the "Wu Jing Zong Yao" details the various cold weapons, firearms, warships and other equipment used by the army during the Northern Song Dynasty, as well as weapons and camps.
There are a lot of images of formations, so it is not difficult for the two veteran generals to imagine the artillery. Just as the Divine Arm Bow is an enhanced version of the ordinary crossbow, this artillery must be an enhanced version of the Thunderbolt Cannon.
Taken together, if the army launches an offensive at this time, there is really no hope of victory.
So what should I do if I can't stop and can't stop, and I can't attack again and again?
Zhe Keshi and Zhong Shidao looked at each other and said in tacit understanding: "The other party's intention to surrender is to demoralize our troops and reduce casualties, so we will use their plan!"
After a little arrangement, the Western Army's central formation suddenly became commotion.
First, the old Zhe Keshi shouted: "Anyone who dares to surrender...behead!"
Then there was a shrill scream of "Ah", and a general fell to the ground with emotion. Fierce confrontations came from all around: "Young men of the Western Army, I would rather die than surrender!" "General, why do you want to stop me from waiting to go home!
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This commotion soon fell into the eyes of Yan Jun.
Shi Wengong and Luan Tingyu had the best eyesight, and they were overjoyed when they saw it: "Your Majesty, the enemy's civil strife is a great opportunity for us to attack!"
Li Yandan said calmly: "Look carefully at the formation of the enemy's front army."
Shi Wengong observed carefully and quickly replied with shame: "The general made a mistake. The Western Army's formation is scattered but not chaotic. They are tempting our army to attack..."
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Luan Tingyu also saw it, but was overtaken first. She couldn't help but look ugly and remained silent.
Li Yandao: "The harsh environment in the northwest has tempered Zhao and Song's strongest Western Army. Facing such an army, we must not take any chances!"
The two generals clasped their fists: "Yes!"
Li Yan added: "According to my understanding of the second general Zhe Zhong, they will never surrender, but if the two armies continue to confront each other, they may not be able to restrain their subordinates. They are all good men of our Han family, so why waste them here...
How many surrenders can be made?"
It would be best if all the Western Army could surrender, but Li Yan knew very well that this was a luxury.
The Yan army has fewer soldiers, 20,000 to 50,000. Even if it can be defeated, most of the army will be defeated and flee. Those stray soldiers will not be able to maintain strict military discipline and will cause huge harm to the local area.
But even so, a battle must be fought to determine the outcome.
Emphasis on the people does not mean that one's hands are tied in the military. Compared with the return of the elite of the Western Army, the manpower, material and financial resources will be consumed in the layer-by-layer defense in the Jiangnan area in the future, and the battles are repeated. Now that these 50,000 elites are here, they will either surrender to Yan Ting,
Either die in Yan Realm, there will never be a third way!
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The Western Army's performance ended quickly, and Zhe Keshi and Zhong Shidao clearly failed.
It doesn't matter whether King Yan is upright and honest and really waits for them to finish their discussion, or whether he sees through the enemy's strategy and remains unmoved.
The two armies faced each other, and as time passed, the atmosphere became more and more depressing.
Compared with the Yan army, which was well prepared, and inspired by the big banner, the top and bottom were united, and the Western army was in a dilemma, and the commotion was getting bigger and bigger.
"Retreat, as much as the 50,000-strong army can be retained..."
Zhe Keshi and Zhong Shidao never gave up hope, observed the terrain, looked up at the sky, and never let go of any chance of reversal, but they finally came to this result.
The test of a general's ability is not only to win battles when the wind is favorable, but also to see how much strength he can retain when defeated against the wind...
However, Li Yan was high on the lion's crest, and his eyes were as bright as a torch. He could tell at a glance that the rear of the Western Army was beginning to change formations, and his majestic voice immediately spread to all directions: "I gave you the opportunity, but you were stubborn and gave up to finally reunite with your family."
Opportunity! The Yan army... will attack with my king!"
"Ho! Roar! Roar—" "Winter! Winter! Winter—"
Loud shouts mixed with the sound of drums soared into the sky, and the rumble of thousands of troops and horses, which seemed to be orderly and orderly, pressed towards the Western Army.
"Clang!"
Under the double intertwining of fear and desire, a weapon fell to the ground: "I am willing to surrender! I am willing to surrender!"
After throwing down their weapons, the pioneer soldiers burst into tears: "I miss my father and mother... I don't want to fight... I want to go home!"
The thick Shaanxi accent echoed around, triggering a chain reaction: "Bang Dang! Bang Dang! Bang Dang——"
The second weapon was dropped at a slightly longer interval, then became more and more dense, and finally connected quickly into one.
The vanguard's will to fight is often the strongest. When this army surrenders directly, the outcome is doomed.
There was a huge chaos in the Western Army. Most of the soldiers dropped their weapons and even took off their armor and stomach parts, fell to the ground and surrendered. The other half still obeyed the military orders and fled towards the rear.
"Don't even think about escaping!"
But the cavalry moved out.
The overwhelming sound of horse hooves caused the earth to shake, and the Yan army's fine cavalry surrounded them from the left and right. Not only did the Western army lose its few thousand cavalry, but the arrow array that was originally the most feared by the cavalry was also gone, and it was reduced to a lamb to be slaughtered.
Li Yan, who was riding on the lion's horse, took the lead, rushing straight into the center of the army like lightning, his Hanji Spear sweeping out circles of cold light.
The bodyguards Wu Song and Yan Qing who were following him were slapping their horses wildly, taking cover from left to right, and charging all the way. Anyone who resisted would be killed with their swords in hand.
"General... let's go!
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"That's all...why let our sons and daughters die with us?"
Seeing the overwhelming defeat, Zhe Keshi and Zhong Shidao, who should have been the first to retreat, stopped in their tracks.
In fact, when Zhao Ji was locked into a prison car and escorted to Jinling for corruption, the two of them were mostly heartbroken. If Zhang Dun had not returned to the prime minister and re-boosted his morale, they would have been unable to sustain it.
After all, there is still no way to save the day, and the two of them look at each other.
Zhong Shidao saw the relief in Zhe Keshi's eyes.
Zhe Keshi saw the relief in Zhong Shidao's eyes.
Each other is no longer a world-famous general, just a tired old man who no longer needs to hold on.
"It would be great if we could really let go of everything and return to our fields, but unfortunately... we can't let go!"
The two sighed, each pulled out their sabers and slashed them across their necks.
"General!
"
When Li Yan reached the center of the army, he heard the mournful cries from the front. When he arrived at the scene, there were only corpses that were unwilling to surrender or be captured. He couldn't help but sigh: "Bury them generously!"
Since the Chanyuan Alliance, the Northern Army and the Imperial Guards in Beijing have been corrupted. The Zhao and Song Dynasties have millions of troops, but only the Western Army of tens of thousands can be called elite.
In Bianliang, Yang Zhi persuaded Guan Sheng and Hu Yanzhuo to lead the 30,000 soldiers of the Western Army to surrender to the city!
Xiangyang was moved by tens of thousands of letters from the northwest, and Liu Fa led 20,000 soldiers of the Western Army to surrender to the city!
Now at the foot of Bianliang City, the King of Yan personally came to the front line to decide a battle. He had 50,000 elite soldiers and 36,000 surrendered. The Yan army pursued them all the way and wiped out all the remaining more than 10,000 soldiers.