Chapter 437 The small decisive battle is also a decisive battle
"For the sake of the people of Hebei and the safety of the Central Plains, we will follow Shaozai to the death and fight to the death with the enemy chieftain!"
Inside Juyong Pass, Zongze's words were sonorous and powerful, but only one or two relatives responded in the tent.
Juyongguan, the canyon where Guancheng is located, belongs to the mountainous area of the military capital of the Taihang Mountains. It is flanked by Western mountains, with huge streams and cliffs below, and the terrain is extremely dangerous.
It can be said that strangling this pass is equivalent to holding half of Youyan. It is precisely because of this easy-to-defend but difficult-to-attack Xiongguan fortress that Zongze has the fewest troops compared to the other two lines of defense.
Wanyan Aguda also saw this clearly, so he left Zong Wang and Xi Yin in Yizhou and personally led a group of troops to attack Juyong Pass without stopping.
The defenders of Juyong Pass, with their backs to Xiongguan, were locked in a fierce battle with the Jurchen Emperor, who was famous throughout the world for overthrowing the Khitan. Both sides had long been jealous of each other.
Yang Lin asked them to gather their forces and fight the enemy chief to give up the hard-won stalemate. Those present were all knowledgeable soldiers. Although the current war was brutal and bloody, and every day was a life-and-death fight, the overall situation was
Yang Lin's rhetoric of a protracted war, which favored the Song army, was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. All Youyan soldiers believed that as long as they dragged on, they would be victorious.
This kind of united will was originally a blessing from heaven for the Youyan Song Army, and it was something Yang Lin managed to create with great effort. But now it has become an obstacle for him to fight to the death to save the Central Plains from the poison of the thieves and chieftains Hu Lu.
Zongze looked around the big tent and realized that his men didn't seem to buy it. He couldn't help but said angrily: "As soldiers of the Song Dynasty, can we sit back and watch the Central Plains being trampled under the Jurchen's horses? Why do we bow our heads when the decisive battle is mentioned? Could it be that?
How can you be cowardly before fighting?"
Zongze commanded the army with great dignity. All the generals under his angry command were shocked. Wang Yan, the commander of the front army, clasped his fists and said, "Why are you so angry? We are not timid, we just give orders."
This sentence is soft and yet thorny. It has been three years since Zongze came to Hejian Prefecture in Hebei Province from the Hezhi Division after being strongly recommended by Yang Lin. In three years, he recruited and trained the soldiers and horses under his command. The first
For the first time, I didn't feel like I was being directed by my arms, but instead had some feeling of vitality.
After receiving the order, the generals dispersed in dismay, without any energy or spirit that they should have had before the battle.
The situation that has been fought to the death is tilting towards victory step by step. At this time, it is a bit unwilling to give up all arrangements and want to decide the outcome in a battle.
Zongze sighed and looked at the mountains and rivers in Hebei on the sand table. His eyes were always firm. Shaozai's decision was correct and he must save the Central Plains——
In Yizhou Mansion, Yang Lin lowered his head and remained silent after listening to the words of the messenger.
The young generals around him were filled with indignation, and Wu Lin even loudly said: "Han Shizhong disobeys the order and shall be executed according to crime!"
"What to kill?" Yang Lin glared at him and sighed: "Logically speaking, he is a border general, coordinating Youyan's troops. I am a civil servant who came here on official business. According to the law, it is me who should be judged."
"But" Wu Lin was about to speak, but was pulled back by his brother. He flicked his sleeves, shook his brother's hand away, and continued: "But Shaozai, that Po Han Wu is you."
"Shut up!" Wu Jie saw that his brother was so rude and quickly stopped him: "Han Shuai is a border general. In fact, you can insult him. Get back here."
Wu Jie is usually very serious and strict with himself and others, but he is more doting on his younger brother. Now his eldest brother, who has always been smiling, is really angry. Wu Lin really doesn't dare to talk back anymore and retreats unconvinced.
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"Hey, help me quit gambling, it's a good thing." Yang Lin stood up and held his knees. The tired look on Yang Lin's face, who had not slept for more than two hours in a few days, was gone.
Yizhou's soldiers and horses gathered very quickly. Yang Lin pressed his sword and said: "Han Shizhong is right. Small decisive battles one by one can still play a decisive role. Most of the soldiers of Youyan are unwilling to give up what they finally won.
If the situation is good, then I will start with it. Send the order to go down and beat the drum to summon the generals. Today, I will fight with Zong Wang'er for life and death."
On both sides of the valley in Mount Taining, groups of cavalry formed formations. Wanyan Zongwang looked at the Song army slowly coming from the vicinity of Yizhou City and sneered again and again.
In fact, the so-called invincible Jurchen cavalry have not even gotten close to Yizhou City, and have not even touched the moat.
The military strongholds and fortifications along the way have become battlefields for repeated battles between the two sides. Now the Song army finally no longer retreats to the stronghold and wants to take the initiative to attack. This is exactly what the Jurchens want. They are eager to fight, especially to fight in the field.
Going crazy.
Yang Lin roared with loud orders, waved the command flag, and commanded hundreds of cavalry. Half of them dismounted, formed an arrow formation, and faced the west. The remaining half rode their horses back slightly, leaving someone to keep an eye on the vacant mounts.
Be ready for counterattack at any time.
Smoke and dust were rising in the west, the sound of horse hooves was thundering, and countless horsemen were raising their horses at high speed and rushing towards this place with all their strength.
Yang Lin took a look at the swirling smoke and gave a decisive order: "Shoot the Hu cavalry from both sides! Let the front army stand firm and not allow these Tatars to press down!"
"It's Khitan soldiers." Wu Jie reminded from the side.
Yang Lin glanced at them and knew that their fighting power was not good. These Tatars couldn't form an array, so they rushed over the sand at random. It was a chaos. What could they do if they were so brutal and fierce?
The crazy Jurchen Tatars are just like dogs who can't change their habit of eating shit and will use cannon fodder to charge into battle. Unfortunately, these Khitan cavalry are slaves of the kingdom and are driven by their enemies, just like the legendary man who was eaten by a tiger and turned into a wolf.
Generally pitiful.
The Khitan cavalry pouring down from the mountain rolled and danced like a mountain torrent. Although the arrow rain continued to splash out rhythmically from the small array of Song soldiers, each round of arrow rain shot over ten
I was a Khitan soldier. However, they had long been tamed by the Jurchens and turned into slaves like numb livestock. Their momentum still did not stop at all. They finally crossed the death zone blocked by arrows and ran into the Song Army armor that stood like a mountain.
On top of the array of warriors.
There was a loud clashing sound of weapons and armor. The soldier who was standing in front to protect his archer put his front feet on the ground and his back feet. He lowered his center of gravity and blocked his riding shield in front of him. He suddenly felt an unknown amount of heavy body, fiercely
Hit the riding shield in their hands!
Yang Lin carefully observed the battlefield. The huge collision caused the array of soldiers in the front row to collapse immediately, and the Khitan soldiers who were knocked down first also fell to the ground dizzily. At this time, the long blades showed off their power.
At that moment, spears were inserted from behind the shields, and the Song infantry, the best in the world, formed a formation and stabbed each other. The Khitan vassal cavalry had no idea of forming up with the heavy armored infantry warriors on the opposite side and stabbing each other with long swords.
The idea of the Jurchens on the top of the mountain was to risk the lives of these vassal Khitan soldiers to break through the array, and then the people behind would rush in and kill them indiscriminately.
Seeing that the solid formation set up by the heavy armored infantry of the Song Dynasty was knocked loose, the front row of both sides was full of people. The Khitan cavalry in the rear pushed each other to rush in, but another row rolled up in front of them.
The soldiers and horses of the Song Dynasty turned out to be the sergeants who had just retreated after shooting the last round of arrows. They quickly threw their bows, raised their shields and raised their swords. More than ten people lined up in a line. They were still the standard sword-and-shield infantry warriors who met the enemy.
action.
This set of smooth operations is the result of several years of unimpeded training, coupled with the combat experience accumulated from continuous actual combat. It is very different from the honor guard-like Beijing Camp Forbidden Army in Bianliang. The focus of the sword and shield soldiers that surged up
Lower it, raise the shield of your left hand to lift the enemy's sword, step forward, and thrust out the long knife! The sword rolled around, and you used all your strength to quickly thrust out three knives, but the array remained neat. Three thrusts and three stabs, as neatly as one.
They were like killing machines, and more than ten bloody paths were opened in front of them!
The long screams of the Khitan soldiers echoed through the mountains. The Khitan and Han vassal troops in Zongwang camp were all frightened. Everyone in front died, and it was their turn. The Jurchens looked on coldly,
From time to time, he showed a hint of contempt and cruel smile, just like a ghost.
Yang Lin's heart was agitated. Unknowingly, his strategy of training troops and training generals through battles had paid off. From south to west and then to the north, he fought in a circle around the huge territory. This group of troops was better than Zhao Kuangyin's back then.
The combat strength of 100,000 forbidden troops, which was the most precious at the time of the founding of the country, is not much different.
"Young Master, this group of Tatars is really incapable of fighting. I will ask for orders to rush to the camp and capture Wanyan Zongwang alive!"
You are too damn excited and your brain is overheated. Young people are not good at it. Although they are motivated, they can easily get confused. Yang Lin slapped him on the helmet and cursed: "Get out of here, you didn't see that this is just Tatar."
His cannon fodder?"
Suddenly, a horn whistle sounded, and a chill suddenly appeared on the battlefield filled with smoke. Zong Wang on the top of the mountain commanded the Jurchen Tatars to form an array. Yang Lin raised the telescope and saw the black dragon flag moving everywhere.
Behind him, several high-ranking generals all held up long wooden telescopes and looked up the mountain.
The Black Dragon Flag was the Jurchen military flag designed and made after A Gu launched his army, and it was the national flag of the Jin Kingdom. The vassal soldiers were not allowed to fly the Black Dragon Flag. In other words, the main Jurchen cavalry was gathering to prepare for war.
Yang Lin, who was so nervous that his throat was so dry that it was smoking, spat out and cursed: "Damn it, it's started."