Chapter two hundred and ninety seventh general night battle to save the time
On the west side of the Nujiang River, the water is gentle and the glaciers upstream have not yet thawed.
A few war horses were drinking water by the river, and a few Song soldiers were fetching water and lighting fires for cooking.
Wang Fu ordered to withdraw to Iron Bridge City and wait for reinforcements, leaving behind a group of soldiers who were not part of the imperial army.
This group can almost be said to be abandoned soldiers, and their leader is Zhang Shuye of Huzhou who made some achievements in the conquest of Fangla.
Just today, Wang Fu's large army was pursued by the Tubo Duomi tribe. Zhang Shuye led his troops to resist for a while. Wang Fu took advantage of the situation and asked him to move to the rear. He clearly regarded this general who still had the courage to fight as cannon fodder for the rear.
Suddenly, a general came and kicked them in the butt, and whispered: "Go prepare and counterattack tonight."
At the same time, everyone in the military camp, including the leading soldiers and the transporters, were reminded to be prepared.
For several days, he had been chased and killed from the upper reaches of the Nu River to the middle reaches. The mood of revenge had long pervaded the Song camp.
The soldiers were in high spirits as they fought to the death, but the coach, Wang Fu, had never fought in a battle.
He came to power by patting Liang Shicheng's horse. What he was best at was flattering the emperor and his benefactor. He had witnessed a tragic defeat where corpses were everywhere, and he was completely frightened.
Now he just wants to retreat to Yangyi City, then return to Bianliang, and never set foot on the battlefield again.
The sky gradually darkened, and the fighting on the distant battlefield finally came to an end. Dozens of Tibetan soldiers walked back and forth among the piles of corpses with knives in hand, kicking the corpses that looked intact from time to time to make sure they were
They are not really dead. As long as they hear a little groan, they will walk over and identify the person clearly. Once they confirm that it is not their own family, they will raise their hands to make up for it.
The war horses next to them were all filled with looted property, almost crushing the waist of their horses.
No one was riding on the horse because there was no room on the horse. The Song army stripped the corpses one by one, cut off the heads, and threw the remains into the Nu River.
Even ordinary cotton clothes are an excellent harvest in their opinion. The centuries of melee in Tibet have left them extremely poor.
"Hurry up and clean up, we will attack the Song people on the west side soon." A Tubo man shouted loudly, his voice full of the excitement of looting.
This sentence really worked, the efficiency of cleaning the battlefield became surprisingly fast, and the number of corpses on the battlefield decreased rapidly.
Suddenly, a Song army with white eaves and red tassels appeared on their side.
These people came forward quietly, with the anger of revenge flashing in their eyes. The general gave an order, and more than a thousand people stepped forward with their swords drawn, fighting and fighting with the Tibetans who were left alone after clearing the battlefield.
The Tubo people thought that the Song army was attacking back with a large force, and everyone was unprepared. Who would have expected that these people were just a small group of the Song army.
Zhang Shuye hid far away from the battle group. To prevent stray arrows, he dismounted and leaned against a big tree.
It's not that Zhang Shuye is greedy for life and afraid of death. He himself is not a military commander. If he dies accidentally, it will be a devastating blow to the soldiers under his command.
Soon, the Tubo people, who had been arrogant since the war began, could no longer touch their own weapons.
They were busy cleaning the battlefield. The ground was full of treasures in their eyes. They wished they had a few more arms. How could they still be carrying weapons?
The war horses were also useless, and even if they were willing, they could not unload the heavy belongings from the horses' backs in a hurry.
Occasionally, there were a few Tibetan soldiers who picked up weapons, but they tried their best to resist but could not stop the vengeful Song army.
Zhang Shuye ordered the Song army to light torches outside and stick them on the ground, with flames flashing. Although it was just a bluff, it looked overwhelming and there were more stars in the sky.
The Tibetan soldiers looked around, and were suddenly frightened to death. They only thought that there were many who fled for their lives, but few who dared to resist.
Soon after, the resistance was finally put out, and hundreds of Tibetan soldiers threw down their weapons and asked to surrender.
The Song army escorted a bald-headed Tibetan monk to the tree where Zhang Shuye was. Zhang Shuye glanced at the old thief and said slowly: "How many men and horses do you have, and where have you gone?"
The old thief, bald and half-bowed, clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, but he understood Chinese.
No matter which country you are in, usually only high-ranking nobles are proficient in Chinese. This bald donkey obviously has a high position.
"This General of the Song Dynasty is a poor monk who usually only eats food and worships Buddha. He doesn't know anything about military affairs. This time I came to Qingwei with the lord to persuade him to do less killing and prevent him from going to hell after death."
Zhang Shuye sneered. He didn't believe a word of these words. Unlike Wang Fu, he had carefully explored Tubo's national conditions since he knew that the imperial court was going to attack Tubo.
In the Miru tribe in front of us, the so-called lord is the master of their temple, and this Tibetan monk is 100% a Tibetan general.
"I am not a Tibetan, nor do I believe in Buddhism. I have inherited the teachings of the saints since I was a child, and I was a Jinshi in the Song Dynasty. If you dare to be stubborn again, I will not mind if my subordinates kill one more thief."
The Tibetan monk was a little angry. After all, in many Tubo tribes, the status of monks was a symbol of their nobility. The Song general in front of him dared to disrespect the Buddha: "Amitabha, Song people, do you know that disrespecting the Buddha will lead to the animal realm and suffer for many lives?
The suffering of reincarnation.”
Zhang Shuye sneered and said with a cold expression: "Drag him down, tie him to the back of the horse, and run back to the camp with us."
Several soldiers from the Song Dynasty stepped forward to hold him down. The monk rolled his eyes, first yelled twice, and then struggled violently.
Zhang Shuye's face was as dark as water, and he observed the expressions of the Tibetan monks by the firelight, and said faintly in the dark: "The Tibetans are short-sighted and have no plans. They must have returned to their own territory. Let's slowly clean up the battlefield and then fight with the large army."
It’s just a meeting.”
The monk was startled for a moment, then continued to struggle, with a hint of cruelty and lust in his eyes.
Zhang Shuye laughed and said: "I was joking just now. The Tubo people were following behind and preparing to attack. We happened to attack him from a flank."
There was disbelief and astonishment on the face of the Fan monk. Only then did he realize that he had been deceived by the Song people, and he shouted loudly in unintelligible Fan language.
Several Song soldiers stabbed his hands and feet, tied him under his ribs and tied him to the back of his horse, and urged the Tibetan war horses to rush to the rescue.
Wang Fu's army retreated in the distance, but was overtaken by the Tubo people, and they protected the Chinese army and fled in a hurry.
Suddenly, a group of friendly troops came behind them. The torches were like dragons in the dark night. The Tubo people, who were not very confident to begin with, shouted that they had been fooled, and then fled in all directions.
Zhang Shuye took a few of his cronies to the banner of the Chinese army and told him about his night attack on Tibet. Wang Fu's face was filled with uncertainty.
Zhang Shuye didn't pay attention, just thinking that he was too frightened to recover. He cupped his fists and said: "Wang Tejin, Tubo is nothing more than this. The previous small defeat was just our carelessness. It's better to rectify the army."
Before he finished speaking, Wang Fu's voice was a bit shrill, his handsome face showed a hint of ferocity, and he said sternly: "Come here, take down Zhang Shuye!"