Chapter 307 The beacon smoke in the north and south is thick
The soldiers and horses of the Song Army were stationed on the west bank of the Nu River, and they returned to the monks and nuns like a king, not shrinking from the last failure.
This battle is about establishing prestige. The monks and nuns who once defeated the Song army must be completely crushed with thunderous momentum to be considered a victory.
The last time it was cold in spring, this time as the warmth emerges and the snow melts and the ice disappears, the season of muddy roads begins.
It was more than ten times more difficult for the troops following the army to travel than on the frozen road, and the wet road was not suitable for cavalry charges.
"The Imperial Army of the Song Dynasty are mostly infantry, and the roads are muddy, which is good news for us." Yang Lin said with a smile in the big tent.
Liu Zhongwu was also obviously very happy. He raised his eyebrows and said: "If the main force fights, this is not an ordinary benefit. It is simply God helping our army."
This battle is related to the surrender of the entire Tubo. If we win, we will have to fight many battles, so we must win beautifully, and the more beautiful the better.
Scouts have been sent out and are scattered everywhere to detect the enemy's movements. After all, the monks and nuns can't compare with the size of the Song army. As long as they gather to attack, they can get the information in advance and won't be rushed away like last time.
scattered.
Yang Lin laughed loudly, nodded and said: "Everyone, take a good rest, kill the monks and nuns, and avenge the bones along the way."
Everyone was gearing up and stood up to leave. When the last general went out, the smile on Yang Lin's face suddenly solidified and he let out a long sigh.
Tubo has been delayed for so long. By this time, the battle in the north should have been decided. It won't be long before the Jurchens become famous all over the world.
Once the behemoth Daliao fell, it would be like a whale sinking to the bottom of the sea. I don't know how many forces rose up as a result.
Not to mention the Jurchens, there are also the Mongolian tribes in the west, especially the Tatars and Kakar tribe who are good at fighting.
At this critical moment, the Song Dynasty was fettered by the fragmented Tubo. Yang Lin was afraid that the war would drag on for too long and delay his own major events.
Early the next morning, the three scouts stood by the river, washed their faces, moistened their chapped lips, and then took off their water bags to draw water.
The river here is long and clear, clear and sweet, but the riverside is covered with endless yellow sand. When the sun rises, the undulating sand mountains in the distance turn into a fiery red color under the reflection of the morning glow, as if they are burning.
of flame.
Suddenly there was the sound of horse hoofbeats, and the three men fell to the ground alertly. They saw countless cavalry galloping past, all of them Tibetan soldiers.
Soon after, the scouts set off signaling fireworks, which were passed from level to level, arriving at the Song Army's camp.
On the west bank of the Nujiang River, the camp stretched for ten miles. The army was so powerful that the soldiers returned to the battle formation in mourning and were determined to win.
In the main tent of the Chinese army, a group of armed warriors with bright armor were patrolling outside, and the pro-military guards of the Long Live Battalion were like stars holding the moon, surrounding the entire big tent.
Opening the tent, Yang Lin saw Liu Zhongwu on his left, Zhang Shuye on his right, and Lu Qian and Lu Wang behind him.
"Woo~ Wuwu~" The desolate horn sounded, and Yang Lin chuckled lightly and said: "I have been preparing for so long, and even I am looking forward to this battle. Please mount your horse!"
"The infantry of the Chinese army formed a formation to block the enemy's charge. Fang Qifu, you lead the Wuman cavalry to surround you from the left wing. The terrain in the west is higher. Zhang Shuye, you lead the troops to the rear of the left wing, and seize the top of the mountain by the way, preparing to be condescending.
Encircle and annihilate reinforcing Tibetan soldiers at any time."
"My scouts have discovered that the Tibetan thieves from the monks and nuns have invited two groups of reinforcements this time, so they can be destroyed together to let the Tibetan people know the military power of our Song Dynasty."
"The rest of the generals will follow me in the center to meet the enemy and be on standby at any time."
The generals responded with a roar, exited the camp like a wave, got on their horses, and galloped back to their formation with their personal guards. Within a moment, the rapid sound of horns sounded.
In front of the Song army's formation, the Tibetan soldiers had not yet arrived and were already waiting in formation. The soldiers of the Song Dynasty lined up in order, with bright flags, drums and horns sounding, and horses neighing continuously.
Looking from a distance, people are shouting and horses are neighing, and they are as strong as mountains. Flags and banners are covering the sun, and swords are shining coldly. Who dares to believe that this is the army that was beaten back to Yangyime City in the first battle.
Finally, a black army appeared on the horizon. The leader of the Tubo monks and nuns tribe, Shang Keyi, rushed over happily with two sharp knives in his hand.
He really couldn't think of why the Song people didn't learn their lesson and came to give themselves another windfall in almost the same place and with the same soldiers and horses?
The cavalry behind him rushed forward with the leader. The cavalry seemed to rush forward in a chaotic manner, but every three knights always maintained a certain distance between them and looked after each other. Every three horses formed a wedge shape.
And all the wedge shapes merged into one huge wedge shape.
This is a wedge-shaped charge formation. The two armies clashed. The Tibetan soldiers did not test anything, did not disrupt the opponent's formation through flanking charges, harassment, containment and other measures. They actually wanted to directly penetrate the Song formation?
On the observation deck, Yang Lin sneered, and Liu Zhongwu also raised his eyebrows and said angrily: "The Tibetan thieves go too far!"
"This time I teach them that there is no coming back."
The Song army had an army of 100,000, and there were also Wuman soldiers pressing the formation. The Tubo people obviously wanted to replicate the last victory and expand the results.
A hundred thousand troops wanted to penetrate like this. Yang Lin couldn't help but give them a thumbs up for their courage and arrogant attitude. Do you think I am Wang Fu? I'm sorry, I'm not a waste.
The earth trembled, and the sound of hoofbeats was like thunder. The momentum of the Nu River in front of me was no longer heard. With the endless murderous aura, the sound of armor clashing with gold and iron, the sound of horses whipping, shouting and killing, covered up the rushing water.
Voice.
Smoke and dust filled the air, the color of the sky and the earth changed. Under the fierce collision, people fell over their backs and their horses screamed miserably.
The Chinese military command flag kept waving, and Yang Lin sent more soldiers to attack the opponent's flanking army. A full-scale melee began by the river.
Shang Keyi's style of play meant that there was no way out in this battle. Unless he fell headlong into the rushing Nu River, he could not even think about leaving the battlefield.
Looking from the observation deck, Yang Lin continued to invest troops, making the battle group stronger and stronger. The entire river was full of rampaging soldiers and horses, killing in a shocking manner, and the sun and the moon dimmed.
Suddenly, a burst of smoke and dust rose in the distance, and Shang Keyi laughed loudly: "Reinforcements are here!"
It turned out that during this one-month truce period, the monks and nuns were not idle either. They contacted several large tribes to defeat the invading Song army together.
Smoke and dust rose up on the horizon to the southwest, first as a black line, and then quickly advancing forward. The smoke and dust billowed like a yellow dragon that spreads its teeth and claws to devour people, flying in like lightning.
The Boru and Duomi tribes of Tubo are still superior to the monks and nuns in terms of strength. They have gathered no less than 30,000 elite soldiers, and they can come together to support them.
This is what Yang Lin said when he was arranging his troops, and the enemy's reinforcements from two directions were really huge.
"Well done!" Yang Lin clapped his hands and shouted loudly. Lu Qian behind him suddenly noticed that Shaozai's neck was red. He was obviously extremely excited and nervous——
In Huanglong Mansion, the city is in flames, and the war is in full swing.
In one winter, the Khitan military craftsmen rushed out 800 stone cannons, rain of arrows, and rain of stones, which poured into Huanglong Mansion every day without spending any money. They climbed cloud ladders, defeated city gates, built mountains of earth, and dug tunnels. All kinds of tactics are used in every possible way.
The Liao army was so powerful that it divided into multiple routes and marched towards the Huanglong Mansion occupied by the Jin Kingdom. Emperor Tianzuo was extremely confident at this time and felt that under his own conquest, the Jin Kingdom would definitely be wiped out.
The defenders in the city came to block the attack, and the water came to the Tutun. They saw every move and tried their best to resist.
After a fierce attack by the Liao army, there was no improvement at all. On the contrary, the Jurchens in the city suffered only limited damage.
However, the 700,000 soldiers and horses brought by Daliao this time are indeed a bit scary without any false alarm.
Wanyan Wu begged for advice and suggested shrinking the army and protecting the Jurchens' homeland. One person suggested it, and ten or hundreds of people responded. For a while, the same voice was heard in the Jurchen tent: "Give up the land and cities we robbed, shrink the land and cities." Soldiers and horses to protect the Kingdom of Jin!"
The emperor of the Jin Kingdom, the young Wanyan Aguda, drew his sword and cut off the table in front of him: "Since we have raised an army, we must think that we have broken with the Liao Dynasty. This kind of war is just expected. , why do you want to back down when things get tough? If so, have we sacrificed so many of our sons just to let you live a comfortable life for a few days?"
The Jurchen Tatars in the tent, who had not developed a violent and arrogant mentality at this time, were so frightened that they did not dare to speak anymore after being beaten and roared by Wanyan Agu.
"Anyone who dares to say that he must retreat to protect himself will be killed without mercy!"
The decisive words also aroused their ferocious spirit. Wanyan Wu Qimai lowered his head and said: "Brother, we all listen to you. You are the leader of the Jurchens and the emperor of our Jin Kingdom."
Wanyan Aguda's expression did not soften at all. He raised the knife in his hand and said loudly: "The Liao people are incompetent. They have been attacking the city for many days and there are not many warriors who dare to climb. They only know how to smash stones outside the city. We Jurchen warriors are invincible in the world. , you lead your respective Muke and follow me to rush out and slaughter all the Liao dogs."
Successive victories cannot change the Jurchen people's "congenital shortcomings": poverty and small population.
The Bohai people who had just surrendered did not completely surrender to the Jurchens who were weaker than them on paper. When the Liao army pressed on, Gao Yongchang, the king of Bohai, chose to ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor, calling himself the "Great Bohai Emperor" with the intention of restoring the ancestral Bohai Kingdom. .
At present, the Jurchens only have 20,000 soldiers and horses, and Wanyan Aguda actually wants to abandon the city and fight in the field with 700,000 Liao troops.
In comparison, the war between Song and Tubo in the southwest at the same time would be overshadowed.