Chapter 438: The General's Battle to Patch the Sky Difficulty
In the camp on the mountain, Zong Wang kept staring at the battlefield at the bottom of the mountain. Standing beside him were several Jurchen Muke.
"Zong Wang, they can't defeat the Southern Army. How many lives will it cost to go in if we don't send an order to those people at the bottom of the mountain to retreat?"
Wanyan Zongwang replied coldly: "How do you know if you don't try it? How many of these live and die does it matter? When we destroy this group of troops, the entire Southern Dynasty will be open in front of our Jurchens! At that time, we will
There are as many people as there are people in the country, and there are so many southerners that you can’t even count them. I heard Xi Yin say that one of their state capitals has a population as large as the Wanyan tribe.”
Pointing to a slightly flat foothill in the distance, Zong Wang said loudly: "Then our sons will be placed at that intersection and let the main force of the Khitan barbarians in the camp make the final charge!"
After a burst of trumpet sound, the thunderous sound of hooves and the neighing of war horses in the valley road, the main force of the Liao vassal army finally appeared. Smoke and dust rose up, and the Khitan cavalry, forced by the Jurchens, suddenly turned around from the mountain bend.
It’s also coming in waves!
They had no other choice but to grit their teeth and rush forward. Their hope of survival was extremely slim at this moment. Each of them looked ferocious, crying and howling. They did not guard against the rain of arrows at all, stepped on their spurs desperately, and pretended not to care about the collision.
The charging posture! This desperate effort is nothing more than to induce the Song army to fire arrows early. You must know that even elite soldiers cannot shoot three arrows when they are facing the enemy. When the string is wound, they may be able to rush in a dozen more steps, and then
When the formation cuts across the formation at high speed and passes in front of the formation, thousands of arrows will rain down into the enemy array in front of them, reaping lives.
However, this step will also be repeated by the horses that charge the cavalry. After more than ten rounds and dozens of rounds of arrow rain, the defensive array in front of them is generally in chaos. By the time the formation collapses but has not dispersed,
It is the time to urge the horse into the formation.
This is a routine used by Huma from abroad to go south. General generals cannot keep their composure, especially when facing battle. Being nervous can easily get on their nerves.
The cavalry charge was like thunder. In the blink of an eye, the distance of a hundred steps turned into seventy steps. But the square formation in front of them remained motionless. Behind the iron armor, each soldier faced the wolf that was coming like a pack of wolves.
The large group of cavalry looked as determined as ever.
The Khitans who were forced to a distance of seventy paces by the sound of dust and hoofbeats, many of them had gone south to plunder and fight the Song army, but they did not wait for the expected arrow rain. They were getting closer and closer to the iron wall-like phalanx.
The closer you get, the cold eyes of the soldiers of the Southern Song Dynasty under the fluttering red tassels of their military caps make the Khitan cavalry rushing in front all have scorched lips and tongues, and at the same time they have an ominous premonition!
Suddenly, the shield moved away, and ballistas full of arrows were facing them.
These crossbows are all made of tiny arrows, and they are densely packed with "bullet holes." One crossbow can probably fire more than thirty arrows at a time. In the early years of the Song Dynasty, there was a shortage of war horses. In order to deal with the foreign cavalry that came and went like the wind,
The army could only use a large number of crossbowmen to fight, and crossbows became the main weapon of the infantry in the Northern Song Dynasty.
The moment the shield was opened, thousands of arrows were fired. A dense rain of arrows fell overwhelmingly. Countless arrow clusters and sharp arrows fell on the bodies of the people and horses, splashing thousands of blood, and there was a scene of people screaming and horses neighing.
The sound of screaming! The armor on the Liao soldiers has long been stripped off by the Jurchen Tatars. The Jurchens love their armor as much as their lives. They rely on their strong bodies and are as strong as oxen. They often wear several layers of rear armor when going into battle. Many Song and Liao soldiers have a sword.
If you chop them down, they won't be hurt at all, but it will only increase their fear.
Their own armor was thick, and the Khitan soldiers who rushed into the battle were unlucky. The dense rain of arrows was not very powerful. In order to increase the number of arrows fired, the Song people inevitably sacrificed some power, but they were useless for shooting.
The armored Khitan vassal army is perfect.
The cavalry charging into the formation paused, and soon came the familiar spear thrust, and then the sword and shield slashing. The ballista in the formation had long been pushed down, and a new type of mountain was replaced, and the formation was ready.
When Zong Wang saw that they really couldn't break through the Song Army's armor formation, he was not angry and waved his hand: "Come in!"
Three consecutive horn blasts sounded extremely desolate and distant. On a hot day, the Jurchen Tatars wearing hind armor crouched as hard as they could and drove the Liao horses on their hips to the fastest speed. Countless Khitans were trampled to pieces under the horses' hoofs.
Yang Lin wiped his sweat nervously, pounded the railing of the observation car, and said, "Well done!"
To deal with the Jurchen cavalry, a specialized crossbow car finally appeared for the first time in front of the Tatars. This was specially prepared for the Jurchen field battles. Xu Shuwei brought a group of his friends to Youyan, and the group started in Bianliang.
He likes to invent and create, and even tested a glider in Kaifeng Mansion, which indirectly made the originator of Neo-Confucianism angry to death. They are a group of doers and scientists when they are scattered, and they are even more capable when they get together, and the war in Youyan is in full swing
, they put their heads together and worked hard to create such a sharp weapon.
There are about three crossbow arrows on each of these crossbow carts. The crossbow cart serves as the formation gate. On top of it is a crossbow. The arrows are as big as the crossbow cart chisel. One arrow can shoot several people, and three arrows can shoot hundreds of steps.
This crossbow bed was not large enough to fire, but the three thick and long crossbow arrows were even the same size as an ordinary red tassel gun. The Song army, which had been prepared long ago, kicked the trample firing mechanism under the crossbow bed together.
These huge "arrows" flew in the air and even made a sharp sound of breaking through the air. The thick and long wooden poles were slightly twisted. At a distance of seventy steps, they still had enough power to shoot through the heavy armor of the Jurchen Tatars. The Jurchen Tatars who were leading the way were trying to defeat them.
, he opened his mouth and shouted in terror. An arrow as thick as a spear that he had never seen before was inserted into his mouth. A cluster of three-sided arrows with bloody flowers protruded from the back of his head. The red and white brains were mixed together.
Blood splattered! In the smoke and dust, there was a sound of people shouting and horses neighing. At that time, the strongest Jurchen heavy cavalry in the world, no one knew how many people were shot off their horses.
Even though they suffered heavy casualties, the remaining Jurchen elf cavalry still ran towards them with their bodies crouching in a fearless attitude.
The ballista was left unattended, and the soldiers picked up their weapons and charged forward one after another. Although the battle in front of them was bloody, everyone knew that the real battle had only begun at this time.
Wanyan Zongwang stood on the mountain with ease riding his horse, wearing a mink hat and iron armor, with four small braids hanging on his temples, and a pair of cold little eyes on his big face looking at the battlefield expressionlessly.
The Jurchen cavalry, more than a hundred cavalry that rushed over in scattered directions, is already a huge scale. Generally, the Jurchens do not need these soldiers and horses when they go to war. When they raise their troops to attack Liao, the women shot to death on the way to the battle today are very clever, so they can be alone.
A large state of Khitan was captured. In the past, the Song people would have laughed at their old rival Khitan, but when news of the war in Hebei came, the resistance of the Song people was obviously not as good as that of the Khitan.
The heavy cavalry that rushed over collided with the sword and shield hand. The strongest spear in the world pierced the thickest shield, and the Song army's armor formation was thrown into chaos.
It only took one round to break up my armor formation? Yang Lin clenched his fists tightly, and he didn't feel his nails piercing his flesh. It's a pity that you can't beat me if you break through my armor formation! Yang Lin was very confident and waited for the answer.
Come down and fight hand to hand.
At this time, a long horn sounded in the valley. Yang Lin was shocked and turned to look. In the smoke and dust, he saw groups of heavy-armored infantry warriors already driving out of the village gate. Following the charge of the cavalry
The road was lined with dense formations, with spears, halberds, strong bows and crossbows all standing out. Under the black flag, such an array of Jurchen heavy-armored infantry warriors moved slowly down like an iron wall.
The fishing and hunting people who are good at fighting in the wild are different from the grassland nomads in that their infantry are never weaker than others.
They had been following the cavalry. It was only now that the cavalry broke up and the Song army was able to get a full view of them. These Jurchen warriors were strong and sturdy, with fierce eyes. They were covered with heavy iron armor from the Liao people, making these Jurchen warriors look like
Each one looks like a tin can.
"Hu Yantong!" Yang Lin shouted.
Hu Yantong, the only strong general sent by Han Shizhong, pulled the reins fiercely, and the horse stood tall, neighing loudly, and stood under the lookout car, firing his gun and shouting loudly: "The last general is here."
"Cavalry on both wings, if you haven't charged into battle yet, when will you wait?"
"Today he will be the Jurchen Tatar strong, and tomorrow he will be the Jurchen Tatar strong. The ears of those who listen will be blocked. No one in the world dares to fight. I, Hu Yantong, dare to fight!"
Hu Yantong gritted his teeth, raised his spear into the sky, and rushed up from both sides of the battlefield with thirty thousand soldiers from the northwest brought from Han Shizhong. They had been in battle for a long time, and their aggressive nature was hard to change.
The Western Army, which is known for its lax military discipline, is also a group of thorns. But there is no denying that they can fight a hundred warriors under Zhuozhou City and 30,000 warriors at the foot of Taining Mountain. So what if they overthrow the Liao Dynasty? One can fight a hundred.
?I want you to know today that in addition to having the thickest shield in the Song Dynasty, we also have sharp knives that can attack.
The sound of fighting made his ears buzz. Yang Lin wanted to close his eyes for a while, but he couldn't close his eyes.
Zong Wang finally put away the indifference and disdain on his face, stepped forward and raised his body slightly, looking up at the battlefield at the foot of the mountain.
Although the Jurchen Armor Formation was not as changeable as that of the Song Dynasty, it was as solid as a city wall. Hu Yantong led his troops to attack from left to right, unable to gain any advantage. Sweat was oozing from his body, and the spear in his hand was no longer as good as before.
A handy feeling.
Finally, a flaw was revealed in the throat of a Jurchen soldier. Hu Yantong stabbed open a bloody hole as big as the mouth of a bowl. The horse panted violently and flew with its hooves. This fierce battle with swords and cuts to the flesh had actually continued.
Half an hour.
Hu Yantong felt a breath of blood rolling in his chest and couldn't help roaring. A Jurchen general in front of him looked coldly at the Song general who had provoked several people.
"Bird Tatar!" Hu Yantong stepped forward with his gun drawn, his eyes about to burst, and his body was fighting with instinctive inertia.
This Jurchen general, Pu Jianu, has a pair of terrifying eyes. He has made great achievements many times during the expedition against Liao Dynasty. In the Jin Kingdom, he may still be more powerful than Xi Yin for the time being. He holds a meteor hammer in his hand and smashes open a sneak attack.
Song Jun, the horse on his hip was also a divine horse. He hissed, leapt into the air with all four hooves, and jumped towards this side.
Hu Yantong didn't know how powerful he was, so he raised the gun to catch it. His throat felt hot, and he felt a mouthful of blood welling up. However, he gritted his teeth tightly and only let the blood flow out from the corners of his mouth. The spear broke into two pieces, and Hu Yantong took the opportunity.
After dodging this fatal blow, Pu Jianu thought that he was just like his previous enemy generals, and that he would never be able to withstand the power of this blow. Since the beginning of the war, the tyrannical force has made him rarely encounter opponents. Produced in extremely cold places
These are all great tonics. In addition, these Jurchen nobles can eat venison and exercise their bodies since childhood. At the beginning of the founding of the Jin Kingdom, several generals were extremely brave.
The slave of the Pu family, who was always ready to hit everyone, was careless this time. He turned around from his horse without saying a word and stabbed his sides with the two broken spears in his hands.
"You still want to beat me to death?" Hu Yantong tried his best to straighten up on the horse and laughed loudly, but all the blood sprayed out with his laughter.
In the distance, the furious Jurchen Tatars raised their bows and shot arrows. This Song general killed the Pu family slaves, causing the Jurchens to scream like crazy.
Hu Yantong blocked with two spears and hid in the side of his horse. He was hit by an arrow in the calf and fell to the ground. Several Song soldiers put up their shields and protected him with their waists, and they fought and retreated.
Zong Wang's face was ashen and he ordered fiercely: "Retreat the troops!"
The sound of compact horns sounded, and the Jurchen heavy armored infantry slowly gathered their formation, still maintaining a wall-like phalanx, and moved down the mountain without any disorder. The army horses that rushed out one by one returned to the formation one after another.
Some soldiers of the Song Dynasty caught up with them and chased them too close, but they exposed their flaws and were shot over by their arrows.
Wanyan Zongwang's hatred was overwhelming. His troops were too few, so Xi Yin went south and divided more than half of his troops. Although the defeat was not obvious at the moment, it would cost the other side to die, but he could not afford to die.
He originally thought that one Jurchen soldier could replace ten Song soldiers, but after such a long battle, the attrition was only slightly superior, and Zong Wang could only withdraw his troops back to the camp. Ten thousand Khitan vassal soldiers died, and he did not feel sad at all, but
Less than a thousand Jurchen soldiers died, and they had already reached the bottom line of Zongwang. On the mountain road, there were corpses and blood stains everywhere. Various dead and twisted corpses, almost all of them were Khitan vassal soldiers and horses and miscellaneous servants of various races.
military.
"Want to retreat?" Yang Lin turned his head and shouted to the flag bearer: "Surround the camp in a roundabout way and trap the entire mountain! I'll show him what it means to have too many people."
Surrounding Zong Wang and forcing Xi Yin to come back was the only way Yang Lin could think of. But he didn't know that it was difficult to control a wild horse when it broke loose, and Xi Yin, who couldn't stop the car, would be too late to come back even if he wanted to.
When the Song Dynasty arrived at Huizong, the splendid and prosperous age cooked by fire was like a ball that was blown to explode. When Wanyan Xiyin poked it, it was even worse than the Liao Dynasty.