The midday sun began to turn pale and dazzling, and the fierce battle near the south gate of Hanzhong City was becoming more intense by the minute.
From early morning to noon, Wanyan Xiyin commanded the troops to launch six consecutive waves of large-scale attacks. The first two waves of attacks were relatively stable, which could be regarded as a test of the strength of the Chinese army. After learning that the battlefield conditions were not right, the subsequent attacks
The four large-scale attacks came almost like storms and thunder. According to the feeling on the battlefield, there were already tens of thousands of people in the opposing army taking turns to participate in the attacks.
There is only a slight gap between each round of large and small attacks. It is a short period of time for one thousand-man Jurchen team to retreat after encountering obstacles and the next thousand-man team to rush forward.
The sound of explosions and fighting came from far away. Chen Hai got up from the pool of blood, his body already shaky. The attack on this position was repulsed, and the fighting on several other positions continued.
Thick blood dripped from his hair. He stretched out his hand to wipe it. The smell of blood filled his nose. Corpses were piled up on the ground beside him, some of which were Jurchens and some of his companions. Third Battalion Commander Chen Kuquan collapsed on the ground.
There, his stomach was split open by the enemy's knife, and his internal organs flowed out, sticky and greasy.
No matter how long they have been fighting on the battlefield, people cannot adapt to such a sticky feeling. Chen Hai reached out and wiped his eyes, and then because his eyes were blurred by blood, he wiped them with the relatively clean sleeve of his right hand. He
He squatted down and closed Chen Kuquan's eyes. This was his comrade who had been with him the longest. When he became the squad leader, Chen Kuquan was one of the soldiers in the squad. Now, none of the soldiers in that squad were in front of him.
The sounds and breaths in my ears then became real. There were running figures, soldiers looking for the wounded, and someone running over to report: "...the second battalion commander died." The second battalion commander's name was Chang Feng, and he was a big man with pimples on his face.
Tall.
"...The battalion commander sacrificed himself on top of the company commander. When all the company commanders died, the platoon commander replaced him."
Chen Hai said this calmly, and then walked up to the little bumpkin on the side: "Hurry up and bandage those who are injured! Count the number of people in each battalion! The golden dog will be here soon! Look at the comrades who are gone beside you! They are
He died for us, how can we repay him——"
He exhausted all his strength, and when he shouted the last sentence, his usually quiet and cold voice even became a little hoarse.
The battlefield was dyed red in the corpses and pools of blood, and most of the people who were still alive turned a sticky red color. No matter how much experience people have, it is difficult to adapt to this sticky touch. But some people will because
Vomiting out the pain, some people will choose to throw such huge pain back on the head of the abuser.
As a result, people's bodies can have a little more fighting power.
In front of the Jurchen formation in the east, a group of thousands who had become confused in the fighting had withdrawn one after another. Wanyan Xiyin looked ahead. He had clearly seen the entire situation on the opposite side. The strength of the Chinese army was only four thousand.
Around five days of fierce fighting, they repelled the elite Jurchen attacks wave after wave.
The midday sun was so white that it was dazzling. Just like this attack and defense, it was so long that he felt a little disgusted. The soldiers under his command were already fighting hard, but what was happening in front of him was just because the defense line on the opposite side was too tough. Xiyin could only
Watching one's own superior forces rush into the opponent's formation, and then retreat in the midst of fighting, confusion and even partial collapse. In fact, the opponent did not take advantage of many fortifications.
The fighting in Hanzhong City was actually continuing. Some Jin troops pushed the Han people out, and the Chinese army built barricades with debris on the streets, making it difficult for the crowd to move forward. The small-scale Chinese army crossed the crowd and rushed in.
There was a lot of chaos in the city - most of the soldiers in the city were defeated and retreated on the battlefield. They were so desperate that Wanyan Xiyin couldn't think of anything for a while.
The old man frowned. Although he still looked calm, the blood on his forehead was still throbbing with anxiety. About twenty miles to the west, Zong Han was fighting on the decisive battlefield. As soon as he confirmed the news,
Xiyin originally had several options to make, such as giving up this position and letting most of the troops bypass Hanzhong City to support Zong Han, or boarding a fleet and sailing up the Han River - of course this is the case
The most inefficient thing is that the Han River is currently in flood season, and the water flow is even more rapid after passing Hanzhong. I am afraid no one can walk fast along that stretch, and you may encounter an attack by the Chinese army when you reach the shore.
These deductions are meaningless, because if your own army cannot defeat the 4,000 people on the opposite side in Hanzhong, then many things that follow will become meaningless.
Zong Han is not a child. He does not need to feel that the other party needs rescue when he learns that the other party is under attack - especially when 30,000 people are attacked by more than 10,000 people, and there are still many skirmishers on the battlefield who can be gathered.
, his own unit, which is the farthest away from the opponent, does not need to rush over in a hurry. Zong Han will not make too many mistakes in tactics, because he falls into a trap or is ambushed and suffers a big loss from the opponent...
He used a fierce offensive to defeat the Chinese army, and then supported the battlefield, which was the most correct way to fight. If he could defeat the opponent in one hour, it would be best. If not, it would take half a day, but half a day passed. The opponent's tenacity finally showed
It made him feel a little anxious.
If the entire Chinese Seventh Army had such combat strength, what would the Tuanshan battlefield be like?
"Tula." He waved his command flag down, "It's your turn. The Chinese army is at the end of its powerful crossbow... penetrate them——"
Meng'an named Tula obeyed the order, and the war drums became more intense under the noon sun.
Zong Han is not a child, he will not make tactical mistakes.
And I must win here to make sure that the entire battlefield is winnable.
He looked at the daylight.
In just one more hour, we can defeat them.
"kill--"
As another round of military formations rushed out, the old man waved his sword and shouted loudly.
Then came the shouts of thousands of Jurchens, like thunder, sweeping across the entire battlefield. The continuous addition of effective forces brought new morale to the Jurchen soldiers who were still fighting on the battlefield.
Chen Hai raised his sword and faced the oncoming enemy, and a small soldier was sent out to summon him.
"Tell Brigadier Lin that our regiment no longer has a reserve team."
He didn't ask for support, because he could probably guess the other party's answer. Lin Dongshan would probably say: "Me neither, just hold on to me." But he still had to tell Lin Dongshan such a message, because if he
With everyone here dead, Lin Dongshan has to figure out what to do.
Soon after, Xiaobing came back with Lin Dongshan's reply, and the position here was already plunged into a wave of fighting.
…
The pale sunshine overlooks the earth. From the west gate of Hanzhong, on the road to Tuanshan, frictions of various sizes are also taking place.
There are not many soldiers dispatched here by the Chinese army, but since the morning, two companies of soldiers have been hovering near the west gate of Hanzhong, either intercepting and killing the Jurchen scouts who were sending messages, or attacking the Jurchens who were retreating to Hanzhong.
The soldiers were fighting against the autumn wind, and they even launched two rounds of feint attacks on the city gate. The momentum was so intense that the soldiers defending the city closed the city gate tightly and basically did not dare to go out.
After that time, Wanyan Yuchi led more than 3,000 people to fight out from the west gate, preparing to go to Tuanshan. They were also attacked by these two teams at the first time. They relied on the mountainous terrain to attack the Jurchen troops walking on the road.
Launched an attack, and even launched two iron cannons captured from unknown sources to bombard Wanyan Yuchi's military formation. Wanyan Yuchi had to send cavalry to expel them, and the two companies hurriedly hid in the forest.
In the middle, he took on the posture of stubbornly resisting and stalling for time.
Wanyan Yuchi's 3,000-man team included nearly 1,000 cavalry. If he wanted to annihilate these two companies of the Chinese army, there would be no problem, but he knew the opponent's purpose, so he had no choice but to use the cavalry to launch rockets, ignite the woods, and let the infantry hurry up.
pass.
Six miles west of Hanzhong, a small group called Qingyangyi was occupied by a battalion of Chinese soldiers. Around noon, more than two hundred people discovered Wanyan Yuchi who had been killed, so they built fortifications and launched an attack.
Wanyan Yuchi also launched an offensive and fought with the opponent for half an hour. However, the defense on the other side was extremely strong. He finally decided to leave from the side road and go to Tuanshan first to avoid being held back by more than two hundred people.
, unable to reach the battlefield.
Not long after passing Qingyangyi, someone came over to the side of the road again. Three Chinese soldiers were hiding in the grass on the side of the road. When the Jurchen troops passed by, they jumped out and threw three grenades. Then they ran away. They crossed the small road next to them.
They then jumped into a small river not far away and flew away - this was obviously a strategy planned based on the terrain. The nearby cavalry quickly chased after them, but still failed to shoot them before they fell into the water.
He had been following Wanyan Xiyin and had never participated in the battle in the southwest. It was not until Hanzhong that he officially started fighting against the Chinese Seventh Army. He had also learned about this Chinese army through the defeat on the battlefield, but at this moment,
Wanyan Yuchi finally felt extremely annoyed by this group of troops that seemed to dare to attack him no matter how many people there were.
Those who are good at scouting and fighting in the field may have weaknesses in frontal combat. With this thought in his mind, he set his sights on Tuan Mountain to the west...
…
At this moment, in the southeast of Tuanshan Mountain, between the hills and lowlands leading to Hanzhong, fighting was boiling into a furious tide in the storm.
It was just after noon. The most tenacious counterattack led by Wanyan Zonghan began.
Under the sky, there were a large number of soldiers scattered within a radius of several miles. The corpses were left unattended on the battlefield. Smoke and dust were still rising from the positions after the shelling. In the core area of the inner circle, fierce fighting was taking shape.
Yan Zonghan mobilized the core elite of 8,000 men under his command, and pounced crazily on Qin Shaoqian's troops on the hills to the northeast.
After half a day of fighting, half of the troops on the periphery had collapsed, and the remaining troops still numbered in the thousands. After experiencing defeat and fleeing, it was just a number. Only the eight thousand people on the inner periphery still kept fighting.
Will, the middle and high-level generals leading these soldiers were promoted from the personal guards who had followed Zong Han for many years, as well as Zong Han's in-laws and close relatives. Following Zong Han's call, these people also understood that the moment had finally come when they needed to sacrifice.
At the turn of the afternoon, the first thousand-man team led by the Jurchen Meng Anchala launched a fierce charge on the battlefield in the northeast. This was a veteran who had been with Zong Han since the Aguda uprising. This year, he
Fifty-five years old, tall, but because of the deformity of the little finger on his right hand, his early performance was not good - it was also because of the early stars of the Jin Kingdom - he followed Zong Han for many years, and his eldest daughter married Xie Bao as his concubine.
, although he has grown older these years, he is full of energy and extremely brave. It is said that he has many concubines in his home, and he plays songs every night without any signs of fatigue.
After determining Qin Shaoqian's position and setting the target, he was the first to come out and ask for orders to charge. Zong Han looked at him and nodded.
The veteran Jurchen general brandished his axe, and then led more than a thousand of his men to rush toward the Chinese army on the hills ahead.
A battalion of the Chinese Army came up from the front. They were more than 200 people from the first battalion of the third brigade of the second regiment of the first division. As the first battalion blocked it, the second battalion immediately came from the side and divided their troops to deal with it. The hills and
In the chaos, arrows flew first, and then there were explosions. After the two sides fought hand-to-hand, the throwing of grenades and fire thunders continued. In the blink of an eye, the structures of both sides were torn into chaos, and a large number of Chinese soldiers moved towards
The Jurchen general wielding a big ax slashed past.
When the organization was in chaos, even the Jurchen elite could see a small number of soldiers subconsciously fleeing to the side after losing their restraints. Zong Han called Wanyan Saba's cavalry: "Enforce military law! Those who flee will be killed!"
As the cavalry rushed out, Zong Han ordered Meng'an Wanyan Zhentu to lead another thousand-man team to press forward. This was the cousin of Shi Yema and Xie Bao. He was thirty-two years old, held the title of earl of Xijun, and was brave in battle.
.After receiving the order, press forward.
The sounds of shouting and fighting were so chaotic that it was annoying. Some of the Jurchen troops could be said to be in order. However, the Chinese troops who were coming from all directions looked chaotic and troublesome at first glance. Most of them had already experienced a
In terms of numbers and physical strength, the two battles were inferior to those on our side, but the problem is that even if they have the advantage in numbers, as long as the people on our side are thrown out, they will basically be destroyed after being disrupted on the battlefield.
He could no longer be captured, but the Chinese army on the opposite side could still charge forward.
Wanyan Zhentu's second thousand-man team was blocked by the chaotic soldiers of his own. Before support could be reached, the thousands of people led by Zha La had been smashed into pieces by the Chinese army's criss-crossing offensive. The guards gathered towards Zha La
, trying to protect the general and retreating to join Wanyan Zhentu, two grenades were thrown over, drowning the crowd in smoke and dust, and several soldiers of the Chinese Army rushed into the crowd.
The fighting was chaotic. Through the field of vision of the telescope, Zong Han could still see the figure of Zha La wielding a big ax and striking bravely. A soldier of the Chinese Army rushed towards him and flew to the ground with him. Zha La's figure rolled
, stood up and drew their swords to fight. The Chinese Army soldiers also rushed forward, and the guards with Cha La next to them came forward and forced the Chinese Army soldiers to take a step back, while the other two Chinese Army soldiers had also arrived, and everyone was fighting.
Together, Zha La's body was covered in blood in the blink of an eye. Who knew who threw the fire thunder again, and the rising smoke obscured the fighting figure.
The third formation rushed out along the flanks, and Zong Han's main formation pressed forward in full force.
At this point in the battle, the so-called military strategies, conspiracies and tricks have been difficult to show their effect. In other words, these things are just the basic skills of command. Both sides can only pick up their own chess pieces and put all their efforts into the chessboard.
Once you enter the game, you will have to fight your way through it.
Troops one after another were broadening the path forward. In less than three moments, Zong Han's entire army entered the battle, and two huge whirlpools had merged into one, fiercely devouring each other.
Before this, although Han Qixian and others had warned Zong Han not to take risks himself, Zong Han rejected them one by one.
…
Arrows were flying criss-cross in the sky not far away at all times, explosions occasionally sounded, the neighing of war horses, the shouts of people, and the reverberation of explosions, it was as if the whole world had been plunged into a fight.
The general wearing an eyepatch stood on the small slope and looked around with his one eye. The Jurchens' mighty impact was unfolding in front of him.
The Jurchen defeated troops who collapsed in the fierce fighting were like the evaporated part of this huge vortex, fleeing to the periphery, while small-scale Chinese army teams were passing through villages and woods, trying to turn into a line.
A long line penetrated the core team of Jurchens.
The offensive in the south is particularly strong, so much so that the middle section of the Jurchen army has been killed and twisted. The entire brigade led by Qi Xinhan has been scattered. However, he has gathered a regiment of troops in the south and is trying to kill thousands of people.
The Jurchen Formation is cut into two pieces.
As for Qin Shaoqian's side, the fighting has almost spread to his eyes. More than 4,000 people, including Zong Han, are pressing towards the hill with all their strength. Blocking the front is a regiment led by Xu Xiaohu, about six or seven of them.
Troops from the battalion and even to the company level were attacking Wanyan Zonghan's location from different directions at the same time. Such attacks slowed down the Jurchens' advance. It could be said that this giant beast was being ripped apart from its flesh and bones as it advanced.
Qin Shaoqian's position was less than a hundred meters away from the front line of the fighting. Occasionally, there would even be Jurchen sharpshooters who forced their way in and shot arrows in this direction. There was probably only a security company with hundreds of troops following him. On the nearby hills and mountainside, there were about
There were still several companies and battalions active. Wanyan Saba led the cavalry to break through and circle to Qin Shaoqian's rear. On the one hand, he wanted to block Qin Shaoqian's retreat, and on the other hand, he might launch an attack on the hillside at any time.
Fortunately, this hillside is rugged with rocks, so it is not difficult to deal with the cavalry.
"Ni Hua down the mountain has been notified to keep an eye on Wanyan Saba. He has a battalion of troops available, but there are not enough people. I asked him to recruit them on the spot..." Chief of Staff Chi Wenguang came over and looked forward with Qin Shaoqian.
On the battlefield, "...you think, when can Zong Han get here? Make a bet?"
Qin Shaoqian put down the telescope: "...he will never be killed."
The Chinese army's offensive was like a blade, picking off the flesh and bones and piercing the bodies of the Jurchen army...
…
Zong Han has not experienced the feeling of being trapped in a battle for a long time.
He has been in a high position for a long time. From the middle period of the destruction of Liao Dynasty, what he needs to consider is basically the battle formation and strategy. Large-scale marches, siege operations, grand offensives on the battlefield, and then defeat the opponent.
Crush.
In this world, in the past few decades, there were not many people who were evenly matched with the Jurchens, and few people could stab the blade in front of him. In the past, if such a situation really happened, he would usually choose to move first or even
It's a breakout.
The situation in front of me is different.
The Chinese army fights bravely, but they are not large in number after all. Although the soldiers he leads have not fought well recently, they still have the strength to fight in a battle.
Once transferred, the Jurchens will lose all opportunities, but he can only take the lead and move forward bravely. On this afternoon, perhaps the sky can still give the Jurchens some blessing.
The handsome flag moved forward amidst the mighty shouts, and a group of Jurchen soldiers were fighting bravely. The cannon was pushed forward, blasting the sky with black dust. Zong Han moved forward with his sword under the guard of his soldiers, and sometimes there were even bows and arrows.
, the crossbow arrows flew over, and the guards tried to surround him, but Zong Han violently shouted them away.
At some point, the Chinese Army's offensive began to affect the artillery positions. Zong Han sent two hundred men to support and repelled the Chinese Army's company's offensive. However, not long after, small teams of the Chinese Army attacked from the flanks one after another.
Coming in, this is an inevitable situation after the situation on the flank has been disrupted. If it is a Jurchen team, it will be difficult to muster the courage to come directly from the periphery, but the Chinese army's team is keen on this, and some of them are already counting when they appear.
Ten feet away, when they encountered the thousands-man team around Zong Han, they were killed and retreated again.
The military formation at the front that participated in the attack had been shattered. Zha La was the first to be killed by the Chinese army. After a hard fight, Wanyan Zhentu had one of his arms and legs cut off by the soldiers of the Chinese army, and he was shot in the body.
Several swordsmen were rescued by his personal guards, and they were dying. From front to back, to the left and right, small teams of the Chinese Army fought through the chaotic military formations, and the teams around Zong Han were also involved in the fighting.
"Follow me--"
Zong Han held his sword and moved forward, and his banner indeed inspired many Jurchen soldiers, causing them to gather here again after their defeat.
A Chinese army team came from the flank. The crossbow shot passed over the crowd and made a "ding" sound on the armor of a soldier beside Zong Han. Someone threw a grenade. After the explosion, there was billowing smoke and dust.
The guards in front came forward and started fighting. Several guards came closer on horseback, trying to block the possible attack for Zong Han, but Zong Han waved his whip and asked them to move away: "Don't mess around! They are throwing fire.
Lei, something is going to happen to all of you——"
Shadows of people intertwined in the smoke and dust in front of them. Soldiers fell one after another. Blood was sprinkled in the sky with the light of the sword, and outside the smoke and dust, Zong Han heard someone shouting: "Nianhan is here——"
"Kill him—"
"——Kill Nianhan!!!"
Among the billowing smoke and dust, the leader was a Chinese soldier who was as strong as an ox. He turned his attention to Zong Han and rushed into the fight. Zong Han waved his sword: "Kill him! Reward him with a hundred gold coins!"
"There were knights nearby who rushed forward, but on one side of the battlefield, another small group of Chinese troops appeared in view. They seemed to have responded to the call of "Kill Nianhan" and rushed over to stop this group of knights. The two sides fought.
Together.
The Chinese soldier who was as tall as an ox helped his injured companion in the chaos not far away. He came towards this side with a sword in his hand. Someone shot an arrow, but he blocked it with a shield. His body was covered in blood. Zong Han looked at his side.
Then he looked at the hillside not far away. There were fierce fights everywhere. He picked up his sword and said, "Listen to my orders!"
He yelled: "Kill them—"
The formation was pushed forward, and the soldiers in the rear row lit fire mines and threw them in that direction. There were only a dozen Chinese soldiers in that area. They scattered around and hid in panic. Some rolled in the mud ditch and some hid.
Behind the stone, some people were blown up on the spot. Amidst the billowing smoke, the soldiers in the front row rushed forward. Zong Han saw the Chinese Army soldier jumping out of the smoke and dust behind the stone, and stabbed one of his soldiers.
The guard's chest was split open, blood spurted out, and the body of the guard flew two or three feet away. The soldier then staggered back under the attack of two Jurchen soldiers. But as a Chinese soldier
The wounded soldiers came to help, and the soldier immediately opened the neck of a Jurchen warrior with a knife.
"good--"
Zong Han galloped over!
His blood surged in his heart, and he rode his horse like thunder. In a blink of an eye, he rushed in front of the Chinese soldier and chopped off his head with a sword!
The body of the Chinese Army soldier jumped out, carrying a long knife with his body, and slashed Zong Han's horse in the leg!
The blood was flying, and the Chinese soldier was carried by the war horse, and his body rolled on the ground. Zong Han jumped out with his horse and man. Since the running distance was not long, the speed of the war horse was not the fastest after all, and the front legs
Although he was struck by a knife, he just staggered to the ground. Zong Han fell directly from his horse. He threw away the long sword in his hand. The soldiers around him shouted: "Commander!" Zong Han lifted his cloak.
Throw it away, pick up a big knife from the ground, and rush forward.
When he was in his prime, he was good at wielding a sword. In recent years, he basically only gave orders, so he changed to a majestic long sword, but in the current situation, it was not useful enough.
The Jurchen generals who were able to make a name for themselves in the early days of the Jin Kingdom were all warriors on the battlefield. Even in his old age, Wanyan Loushi was still keen on performing the drama of three or five elites wearing armor and seizing the city. Although Wanyan Xiyin was mostly engaged in writing.
However, when it comes to fighting against each other, such as Wanyan Zongbi, who has a great reputation in history, one or two of them will be beaten by him. The same is true for Zong Han. He has been planning military formations for decades, but his martial arts training
He has never fallen. Now holding the long sword, he is still the most outstanding warrior and hunter among the Jurchen tribe.
He is tall and has been in power all year round. He has accumulated a majesty and momentum far beyond that of ordinary people. Now holding a knife in his hand, his murderous aura is enough to frighten the soul. The sturdy Chinese soldier got up from the ground, his face
There were blood marks on his forehead. Surrounded by the Jurchen guards, Wanyan Zonghan rushed towards him with a sword. A flash of fanaticism flashed in his eyes, and two rows of teeth were exposed, which looked like they were covered with blood foam.
Laughing wildly——
He exerted force on his legs and faced Zong Han. This famous Jurchen general who had killed countless people slashed with his sword like a butcher slashing at his prey. The Chinese soldier who was half a head shorter than him slashed his sword from bottom to top and faced him with all his strength.
Go up! The sword light rises into the sky.
With a sound of "Bang——", two steel knives collided with each other in the air. Zong Han's full force knife was smashed open. His body took half a step back, and the Chinese soldier took half a step forward. The knife
In the air, his eyes were wild, blood sprayed out from his open mouth, and a roar rang in front of Zong Han.
"kill--"
Killing should be celebrated.
More than ten years have passed. Niu Chengshu, commander of the 2nd Battalion and 1st Company of the 2nd Brigade, 2nd Regiment of the 1st Division of the Chinese 7th Army, once again put the blade in front of Wanyan Zonghan. On one side were the seemingly insignificant Chinese Army soldiers, and on the other were the soldiers who gave the world
The Jurchen hero, who had brought decades of shadow, slashed together with their blades, sparks flying in the air. In the blink of an eye, Wanyan Zonghan kept retreating and fell into the crowd.