Chapter 387 It is difficult to come without fighting and retreat
The spring breeze in the north blows the smoke all over the sky.
At this moment, Yang Lin is not so nervous anymore. He has never been a god, and he can't always feel calm.
When the troops and horses are strong and marching to Zhuozhou, he will be full of pride; when the fierce battle is raging below Zhuozhou City, he will be anxious with his feet raised; when hundreds of warriors rush to the city gate, Yang Lin will clap his legs and applaud, even worship him in his heart.
Now, facing the notorious Jurchen Tatars, Yang Lin felt a sense of relief. It was like a candidate who had been preparing for the exam for many years and finally saw the big exam paper and felt relieved.
Yang Lin's confidence comes from the numerical advantage on his side. We have 100,000 people, and the opponent's soldiers and horses can be seen clearly from the high point. They are definitely less than 30% of our side's.
He shook his head, turned around and chuckled: "We have finished watching the big drama in Zhuozhou City. Next is a little surprise. Let's go and take over Zhuozhou first."
The powerful men of Yan Land stayed where they were, watching the head-to-head confrontation between the two strongest armies in Youyan Land. This could be regarded as a preview of the major war in the future.
Han Shizhong was in the center and commanded. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, almost the same as Yang Lin's telescope.
What was being prepared in the rear army was that Zongze's Hebei soldiers were still going to defeat the Czech army. These people, Han Shizhong, were worried and ordered a change of formation, and the rear army dispersed in all directions to let his direct descendants come out.
In Zhuozhou City, Yang Lin led his people to the city and began to regain this military state. The powerful men of Yan had now decided that defecting to the Song Dynasty was the right decision. Even if the Jurchens came, they might not be able to defeat this group of Song soldiers.
How much benefit can be gained from it.
After all, the natural physical tonnage of the Great Song Dynasty is there. It is far beyond the comparison of the Jurchens from the small Northeastern tribe with only tens of thousands of people. As long as they don't get too bad, they can stop the Jin people from going south.
Yin Keshu returned to the formation on horseback, raised the flag, and raised the desolate and exciting horn.
In front of the Jin soldiers' formation, they were trampled by iron hooves. Teams of cavalry advanced slowly at first, and then galloped lightly when they were far away from the rear formation. It was like a moving steel jungle, with swords and guns at the same time. No one shouted, and no horses neighed.
, amidst the solemnity, Chongxiao's murderous aura was aroused...
Han Shizhong set up his battle formation and quietly waited for the arrival of the Jurchen cavalry. The Song army under his command may not be the most adept at fighting, but they had strict military disciplines, enforced orders and prohibitions, were skillfully drilled, and changed formations in a hurry without any chaos in the formation.
The large banner with Song characters on the apricot-yellow edge was facing the fierce wind. Han Shizhong stretched out his hand and waved it. After the flag was waved, the Song Army's spearmen, with clanging armor and sculls, shields and spears in their hands, lined up in a dense formation. There were twenty rows, four
Ten columns, with their spears raised high, stepped forward in a forest-like forest. With a loud shout, all the staggered soldiers knelt down on one knee, their spears pointed forward, and formed a three-dimensional defensive spear formation.
On both sides of the spear formation, under the protection of Wang Zhen's vanguard battalion, the spearmen and infantry archers also lined up in a neat queue and strode forward. At such a close distance, they could reach them in one rush, and they might only be able to shoot three arrows.
The opportunity was left for them to retreat to the central army formation in the middle of each military formation. The central army formation was hollow, and the riflemen and gunmen were arranged in a dense formation into a large square square.
Formation, the "door" can be opened at any time to let them retreat, with swords and guns on the outside and bows and crossbows on the inside, so they can still cooperate with each other in combat.
In foreign wars, the Song people won more than they lost. They were the only army that could compete with the Jin people and the Mongols in their peak period. They relied on such mature infantry formations.
Now with the cooperation of the cavalry, the power has been increased several times. After winning the battle, someone can chase and kill to expand the victory. It is not like before when others turn around and leave, leaving you alone to stare.
Now, with just one order, thousands of spears gathered together, and thousands of arrows arrived. Zong Han looked at the army on the opposite side that was several times his size leisurely, without any nervousness at all. He was not pretending to be calm like Yang Lin, but It's really calm and calm.
The Song army in front of him was not taken seriously by him. The Jurchen Tatars dominated the world and overthrew more than half of the Liao Empire in less than a year. They were frightened by the news. This series of achievements had made these Jurchen Tatars become Extremely confident.
Song Jun at the front had his heart pounding like a drum, his blood boiling, and his heart was in his throat.
Suddenly, a horse came galloping from the opposite formation, shouting something in Jurchen dialect as he walked. Just this sentence, the soldiers of the three armies who were ready to go were stunned. Just this meal, they used the corners of their clothes to rub against each other. The horse's hooves clattered and made a sound like thunder.
Wanyan Zonghan's expression changed and he shouted something unknown. The Jurchens' cavalry in front stood in tight formation and covered the rear troops as they slowly withdrew.
Han Shizhong was not a Liao man who was frightened by the beating. He wanted to retreat when he saw the other party. It was clear that they had taken the initiative to provoke this simple battle. Now he wanted to leave?
"Beat the drum and charge!"
"Boom! Boom!" The drum sound was like thunder, resounding throughout the earth.
"Kill!" The sound shook the sky, and thousands of arrows were fired, like dark clouds, and even the sunlight in the sky above their heads was dimmed.
The arrows pierced through the edges and covered the sky like locusts. The Jurchen cavalry who stayed behind were like blocks of unmoving mountain peaks, raising their shields to shield and cover the retreat of the rear army.
The Jurchens never dreamed that the Song army would take the initiative to pursue them. After several previous tests, Wanyan Wu Qimai and the entire Jurchen thought that Yang Lin did not dare to confront them head-on.
Now that he wanted to retreat, wasn't it what they wanted? Han Shizhong didn't care about this. He reined in his horse from a high place and watched the Song army charge over, scanning the entire battlefield with his eyes.
The Song army's pursuit was a little slow, but the arrows were enough, and the Jurchens were so pressed that they could not lift their heads.
However, they seemed to be in a hurry to leave and were not eager to fight. Those who remained did not charge, but retreated while returning to their horses and shooting arrows to counterattack.
"You guys, the Jurchen Tatars are really capable. I don't know why they wanted to withdraw. Anyway, they took advantage of this opportunity to kill one by one." Han Shizhong sneered.
The sergeant next to him asked: "Han Shuai, don't you ask the young commander for instructions?"
"How come there is no time for this?" Han Shizhong said with a smile: "Kill first, then let me tell you, they came here on their own initiative today. The Lord showed weakness today, and they took us less seriously than others. Not to mention, the hundreds of Tatar soldiers left to hold the battle must all die here for me."
Next to Zong Han in the distance is Wanyan Loushi, the number one general of the Jin Kingdom and the true god of war in the world.
At first, Wanyan Loushi was just a Meng'an, known as Qianhu, but actually commanded hundreds of troops. In the battle against Liao, his performance was so outstanding that he was promoted to the capital commander.
He looked at the unbearable battle situation behind him and said in a deep voice on his horse: "Zong Han, I'm going to stop Song Manzi. You go back first. We can't live without you in the camp now."