The people shouted, the horses neighed, their energy was as strong as a mountain, the flags and flags covered the shouts, and the swords were shining coldly.
Yang Lin was dressed in military uniform, slightly hunched over from fatigue, and all important parts of his body were covered with iron. According to Lu Qian's plan, he wished he could even block his eyes. If he hadn't gotten angry with a stern face, I'm afraid this suit of armor would have to be used again.
A little heavier.
This military stronghold delayed enough time for him to finally mobilize all the troops and horses that came to the rescue near Yizhou to fight the Jin people in the wild.
Before the war started, Yang Lin issued an explicit order. This time, he was defending the territory. Unlike the last time when he was expanding the territory, he had to fight for every inch of territory.
Before the war, everyone asked Yang Lin to watch the battle in the city and wait for the outcome of the war, but this time no less than 70,000 or 80,000 people gathered. The Jurchen opposite was half of their main force, with 60,000 to 70,000.
A battle of this scale cannot be overstated to say it is a decisive battle, so why wait in the city? After all, the young generals here do not have a strong commander, and it is difficult for them to cooperate tacitly and advance and retreat in a controlled manner.
The Jin soldiers who were attacking the walled city retreated in an orderly manner with their shields in hand. A sixteen or seventeen-year-old Song soldier on the walled city was overjoyed when he saw this and he raised his head and shot an arrow.
The Jurchen soldiers below fired backhand with more than a dozen arrows. The young soldier was immediately nailed to the wall of the village. Wu Jie shook his head gently and said loudly: "Don't act rashly."
Wu Lin crawled over, trying to breathe, but found that his neck had been shot through. A wave of hatred filled his chest, and he lay on the ground and beat him hard, then slowly retreated.
Wu Jie took the opportunity and said: "Our battle is over. It is a great achievement to have defended this village for three days. No one can show off. Even those who are fighting with iron can't fight anymore. They are all treated well by me."
Come on, let's sit back and watch Shaozai succeed in the battle."
The remaining hundred or ten people in the entire military camp slowly gathered around and looked down through the holes in the wall.
The Song army in the lead was already very close, their faces were barely distinguishable in the smoke, and the sound of horse hooves shook the ground slightly.
The Jurchen soldiers and horses on the opposite side raised their weapons and imitated the shouts of flying eagles and wolves, which was deafening.
Such a spectacular scene, even in the camps of the two armies, few people can get a full view of it. Now Wu Jie and hundreds of other people on the military camp have this field of vision. The clearer they can see, the more shocked they are.
On the Song Army's side, there were no ghosts crying or wolves howling, and all the soldiers were surprisingly silent. There was only the sound of war drums and horns, desolate and distant.
Yang Lin waved his hand, and the three armies moved slightly, like Mount Tai. They stepped heavily and heard the sound of clang. The cavalry formed a wild goose feather formation on both wings, ready to attack both sides at any time. Behind them, there were spearmen and archers matching each other.
The formation is advancing forward with "clang and clang".
In a large group battle with thousands of troops and horses, this kind of military parade formation is actually a sign of an imminent war. The scorching sun is in the sky, and there are thousands of troops and horses on both sides of the open field under the military stronghold. Their swords and halberds are cold, and the chill is oppressive.
After the scorching summer heat, the scorching sun in the sky. The spearmen of the Song Army, with clanging iron armor, holding sculls, shields and spears, lined up in a dense formation, with twenty rows and forty columns, their spears held high, and they came forward in a forest as dense as a forest.
, with a loud shout, all the staggered soldiers knelt down on one knee, pointed their spears forward, and formed a three-dimensional defensive spear array.
The conical chariot formation of the Jurchen cavalry opposite has also been arranged. At the forefront are the Jurchen Tatars who have heavy weapons such as chain hammers, maces, halberds, and fire forks hung on their victory hooks. They are strong and strong.
Their bodies allowed them to put heavy weapons within easy reach. At this time, they already held the bow in their hands, and slowly reached for the arrow pot behind their shoulders with one hand. Looking back, the scimitars were like grass, with reflections
Like the scales of a river, in the middle of the formation, a black dragon flag was raised upright.
This strong fighting spirit and gunpowder smoke inspired the manly spirit in Yang Lin's heart. No wonder ordinary people can often fight without mercy on the battlefield.
"Kill!" A voice roared out, with the whole chest being oppressed by the Jurchen Tatars' momentum. The sound was like Yin Lei, rolling over and under. With a command, thousands of arrows were fired, like dark clouds, and the sunshine in the sky was one of them.
dark.
Dozens of horns blew a desolate and passionate horn sound at the same time, and the Jurchen battle formation was activated at the same time. Wanyan Zongwang had a murderous look in his eyes, and he personally donned armor and charged forward. All he saw were arrows piercing the edges, covering the sky like locusts.
The sun was blocked, the Jurchen cavalry mobilized, and drove the Khitan vassal army to take the lead. The people and horses were like a rolling flood, and the Song army on the opposite side was like a block of unmoving mountain peaks. They were about to collide with the huge waves and the mountain peaks.
Wu Jie and Wu Lin were fascinated. Watching a battle from this perspective was a huge improvement for the two talented young players. It was like a door suddenly opened. Maybe dozens of people were fighting in the battle formation.
Now you only need to carefully observe and figure out the experience that can only be summed up after returning to China. Historically, Wu Jie has been beaten by the Jurchens. He fled from Shaanxi to Hanzhong and then to Shuzhong. It was not until Wanyan Loushi died that
, Wu Jie suddenly had an enlightenment, and defeated the Jin soldiers in the battle of Xianren Pass. It can be said that without him, the Song Dynasty would have lost Sichuan.
Arrows filled the sky, the fighting shook the sky, and the troops surged like huge surging waves. Although they seemed chaotic, they actually had their own rules.
The rise of a generation of famous generals requires luck. The current war is not a good thing for the soldiers on both sides, but it is really an opportunity for Wu Jie and Wu Lin.
In front of their eyes, countless soldiers of the Song Dynasty and various tribesmen of the Jin Kingdom were fighting selflessly. The battle that took place in front of them was cruel and tragic, making the mountains and rivers change color and the wind and the sun become sad.
In fact, the infantry-based arms may not be invincible against the cavalry-based arms. If they are in mountains, valleys, and swamps, they may still have the upper hand. For example, the valley right now is a battlefield carefully selected by Yang Lin.
The famous army that destroyed the Liao Dynasty did not take much advantage in front of the more than 70,000 Song soldiers.
The Song army's formation remained motionless under the onslaught of enemy cavalry that surged in. Each battalion, large and small, had its own rules and regulations, and could slowly advance to launch a counterattack. However, the Khitan cavalry, a vassal army of the Jin Kingdom, fell upon the Song army like a flood.
People were pouring in and out of the gaps left by the camp, but they were never able to break in. Instead, many people were shot and killed.
A battle raged until dusk, and the two sides were still inseparable. The bow strings vibrated violently like a bee, and Wanyan Xiyin couldn't help but look up. He saw several figures above the mountain where the Song army's formation was based.
Hundreds of red tassels hunted and danced, and the archers of the Song Dynasty who formed this iron wall also opened their strong bows and crossbows, raised their angles, and fired another round of arrow rain.
"How many bows and arrows do the Southerners have!" Wanyan Xiyin roared angrily, feeling a little aggrieved. His opponent was obviously not as brave as his son. He was even better at bows, horses, riding and shooting, but he still couldn't kill the Khitans like he did.
This group of southerners.
An irritating energy circulated back and forth in his body, and a denser rain of arrows in the distance fell overwhelmingly. In front of the Khitan vassal army formation, it was like a dark cloud suddenly falling.
In the distance, Yang Lin looked at the casualties of his soldiers and endured the depression in his heart. Who would have thought that in the first large-scale confrontation between Song and Jin, both sides were fighting for their lives like crazy.
After tonight, I'm afraid everyone will truly understand that this is an endless war!
I don’t know how many more battles there will be like this time, maybe they will happen every day.
The fate of the country in the next hundred years during the Song and Jin Dynasties will be decided after this battle that spreads throughout Youyan.