Chapter 308: Full of Moraine Cold Light and Iron Clothes
The Beijing Forbidden Army was a powerful force that dominated the world at the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China.
Hundreds of thousands of troops were lined up in formation, looking down at each other on the battlefield.
Although they no longer have the confidence and high spirits of that time, they still retain some of the skills of their ancestors. One hundred thousand people were deployed in formation, and most of the Song soldiers' hands holding the barrels of their guns were trembling slightly, and they were sticky with sweat.
Finally, the Tubo people rushed in front of them. The Song troops in the front row burst into roars almost at the same time, and the military formation that had been set up in advance began to show murderous intent.
In a head-on battle, the role of the battle formation will be infinitely magnified. This is the essence summarized by countless outstanding people from generation to generation, and it is the final special skill of the Song Dynasty Forbidden Army.
The soldiers and horses of the various units cooperated in an orderly manner according to the formation plan, and gradually found a familiar feeling through daily drills in Bianliang.
Shang Keyi's wedge-shaped offensive was blocked by the infantry, and the Tubo cavalry gradually became impetuous.
Last time, they defeated the Song army with just one charge. They chased and killed them for hundreds of miles along the way, killing corpses everywhere, and returning home loaded with loot.
Why is it that this enemy army is still in the same place, but I can't get rid of the opponent's infantry?
Yang Lin stared at the battlefield and hid his trembling hands in his wrist guards to avoid showing his timidity.
This was the first time he had seen such a scene, where both sides were fighting flesh and blood. Unless he had experienced it personally, it would be difficult to understand the tension that surged with blood.
"Bang the drum!"
The war drums sounded, and the low and desolate horns also sounded. Zhang Shuye, who was on the high hill in the west, watched the two enemy reinforcements getting closer and closer, and finally ordered to fire arrows.
Thanks to the intelligence from the scouts, Yang Lin could calmly arrange to deal with the reinforcements. The entire army's bows and arrows were concentrated in Zhang Shuye's hands, allowing him to occupy the high ground, which was absolutely foolproof.
Songluo Yi, the leader of the Boru tribe, seemed to be aware of something. He raised his head suddenly and saw the wolf-toothed arrows suddenly coming from all directions. They had already shot down a large area of people and horses like a sickle mowing grass. The people shouted and the horses neighed.
Rings.
"Ambush, there is an ambush!"
Around Song Luoyi, there were soldiers shouting shrilly, and the shouts suddenly stopped.
The Tibetan soldiers did not have shields, some raised their swords to resist, some even raised their arms to block, and more chose to lower their heads and urge their horses to rush into the battle group to avoid the rain of arrows.
Suddenly, the Wuman cavalry hiding on the flank at the foot of the mountain appeared and killed the Tibetan soldiers from the flank.
Fang Qifu's expression was dull, he looked like a harmless idiot, but he had a pair of surprisingly determined eyes.
He commanded the Wuman cavalry calmly, squinting his eyes slightly and staring at the battlefield. The sound of horse hooves behind him suddenly roared through the sky, and a group of brightly colored cavalry rushed out!
The Wuman cavalry always likes to paint their armor and horses with colorful paint, which is very eye-catching.
These people were no strangers to Tubo. They had bullied the Tubo people for hundreds of years before the Song Dynasty set foot on this land.
These Wuman people were just recruited, but they were not new soldiers. However, the chieftains they had worked for before had all been slaughtered by Duan Zhengchun.
The Wuman people did not miss their former masters. To be honest, the chieftain had enslaved and oppressed these natives for a long time and regarded them as his own slaves. They usually fought for the chieftain, but they did not receive such high wages and rewards for killing enemies and meritorious service.
The Black Barbarians, who had just gotten rid of their status as slaves, still had a sense of restlessness after being liberated from their new status. They just needed this hearty battle to completely release themselves.
In the eyes of the Wuman people themselves, their lives are worthless, they are just the chieftain's personal finances, just like the cattle and sheep in the territory.
For the first time in this world, it was the officials sent by the Song Dynasty who treated them as human beings.
Two groups of Tibetan reinforcements were outnumbered and blocked by the Uman cavalry with a strange high morale. The left wing began to collapse first, and many people were beaten to the edge of the Nu River with no way to retreat.
Zhang Shuye ordered the entire army to shoot all the arrows in their hands as quickly as possible, then drew out their swords and went down the mountain.
The Tibetan reinforcements had not yet arrived on the battlefield, but they suffered setbacks one after another, and all the time Shang Keyi had bought was wasted.
His own cavalry plunged into the Forbidden Army's formation and were surrounded and consumed, unable to make an effective impact on the Song Army's main formation.
Yang Lin's heart was already in his throat at this time. This was much more exciting and nervous than the last time he commanded an army to attack Fang La.
This has nothing to do with the situation on the battlefield. He has almost no battle experience and has to act as a coach. It is inevitable that he will have a generous heart. Some people are born to be handsome. It is obvious that Yang Lin does not belong to this group of people.
Seeing that the situation was clear, Yang Lin finally breathed a long sigh of relief. The smell of blood on the battlefield gradually became stronger. Even from the high-altitude observation deck behind, Yang Lin could smell the disgusting smell of blood.
"The reserve troops of the rear army pressed forward from the flanks and completely defeated the Tibetan people."
After giving the order, Liu Zhongwu shouted loudly and personally led his troops to press forward from the flank.
Facing the condescending attack by the Song Army and Wuman cavalry, the Tubo people also wanted to escape. However, the banks of the Nu River were already very congested at this time, and people had nowhere to hide.
"Ah!" The cavalryman among the Tibetan soldiers screamed in pain, and was stabbed in the back by an infantryman with a spear. Then more infantrymen rushed up from the surroundings, and quickly dragged the stopped cavalryman off his horse.
, the figure soon disappeared, leaving only a burst of screams.
More Tibetan soldiers were driven into the fast flowing water and soon disappeared.
This battle lasted from morning to sunset, and no less than 30,000 Tibetan elite soldiers were completely defeated.
They didn't know the situation of the Song army, but the Song scouts knew their troop formations well. What's ridiculous is that Shang Keyi and others still looked at the Song army with old eyes. They underestimated the enemy and were inevitably defeated.
Sometimes, on the battlefield where tens of thousands of lives and deaths are determined, it just depends on the coach's incompetence and failure to do his job well.
Yang Lin knew that he was not a talented man commanding thousands of troops, so he worked conscientiously and carefully sorted out possible situations before starting a war. He sent a large number of spies and scouts to boost morale and set up an attractive reward system.
Without a stunningly talented commander, the battle was won as a matter of course. The humiliation that Snow King Fu brought to the Southern Front Army of the Song Dynasty made the arrogant Shang Ke kneel down and ask for surrender.
The Song army took advantage of the situation and occupied Lalarigang, Jinben City, and Warong Village along the Nu River.
The setting sun stretched into a long red line, as if the horizon was on fire. Yang Lin on the bank of the Nujiang River ordered the execution of three Tibetan generals and monks, and pushed their bodies into the Nujiang River.
An altar was set up along the Nu River to avenge the numerous bones on the road and sacrifice their spirits in heaven.
On this day, the Southern Front Army of the Song Dynasty shocked the Tibetan tribes with its achievements, and swore on the heads of the leaders of the three Tibetan tribes that anyone who resisted would die, and surrendering early would protect wealth and honor.