The advancing Cochin army entered the mountains in a loose manner without sending even a single scout.
Yang Lin secretly shook his head, thinking that these birdmen were able to attack Guangxi simply because the military equipment of the Song Dynasty was lax, which had reached a terrifying level.
However, the stupidity of several emperors and ministers gave Yang Lin an opportunity. Every time the Jiaozhi people invaded the Song Dynasty, there was no resistance along the way.
They have become accustomed to this situation, and it is not something that can be changed in a short time. It is like a dog that finds a dragon on the river beach. It is inevitable that it will be cautious when it bites the dragon for the first time, but the dragon does not react after biting it several times.
, it gradually loses its vigilance.
From this point of view, he has benefited from the previous emperors and ministers of the Song Dynasty, Yang Lin laughed at himself.
When the Jiaozhi army entered the mountains and slowly walked into the encirclement that Yang Lin had set up for half a month, the Song army, which had long seen through the autumn water, tightened their weapons.
"It's finally here..." Fang Qifo muttered softly.
A gust of wind blew by, making a rustling sound. Du Yingwu tightened his collar and cursed: "The further north you go, the colder it gets. It's better to finish fighting and return to Shenglong City as soon as possible."
As soon as he finished speaking, a desolate horn sound sounded, startling countless birds and beasts at the foot of the mountain that had been silent for a month.
Yang Lin pulled out his sword, laughed loudly and roared: "After holding it in for a month, I can finally speak loudly. Kill all these monkeys!"
Yang Lin's shouting was just to boost his morale and vent the sullenness he had been holding in these days. The commander of this ambush was Fang Qifu.
He had a rope tied to his chest and a telescope attached to him, and he was watching the entire battlefield calmly.
The Cochin people's front army had already stepped into the ambush circle and was cut into three sections. The road was cut off by huge rocks prepared within a month. The soldiers and horses behind were waving their weapons, but they could only shout at the rocks.
As soon as the drums sounded, the crossbow arrows and bow arrows that had been prepared for a long time fell like raindrops, and the whole area was dark. If any Cochin soldiers risked their lives and looked up, they would see dense arrows falling from the sky.
Fang Qifu commanded in an orderly manner. When he saw the Jiaozhi people starting to raise their shields to defend, he ordered the flags to be waved. The drums sounded for the second time, and the rain of arrows in the sky stopped.
From afar, Yang Lin's mental condition was a little lagging every time he arrived at the battlefield. His heart rose nervously in his throat, and he cursed: "Why did you stop? Shoot a few more to death."
"The general will go and ask."
When Yang Lin heard this, he cursed vehemently: "Idiot, if you want to talk too much, I'll let you take command. Don't trust the people you employ, and don't use the people you doubt. I just casually said it. Questioning the general in front of the battle is not a way to die."
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The young general was scolded so shamelessly that he stepped back and looked down together with his feet raised.
I saw the Song army ambushing on the mountainside rolling fireballs down the mountain. These fireballs were made of bent bamboo poured with fierce fire oil. Each one was spherical and slowly rolled down.
Thick smoke billowed out in the valley, choking many Cochin soldiers to death.
The shields that the Jiaozhi people had put up so hard were disrupted, and Fang Qifu immediately ordered them to continue shooting arrows.
Du Yingwu was as anxious as a headless chicken. He never expected that there would be an ambush in this mountain range before he left the country.
While they were busy with the civil strife, these soldiers and horses had been waiting here for a month. Information was really important to a war.
The military law in Jiaozhi was strict, and no one dared to escape before the battle, but they did not know how to rescue the friendly troops inside, so they all gathered around Du Yingwu.
Compared with the heavy casualties, what Du Yingwu feared most was that he had no idea how many enemy troops there were, where the soldiers and horses came from, and how many more enemy troops had not shown up.
The front army had lost contact, and the rear army had no choice but to sit back and watch the main force of the Chinese army being massacred. Du Yingwu knew nothing about military affairs, and he also knew that something serious was going wrong.
The wailing sound inside was endless, amplified by the echo from the valley, making it even more tragic and tragic.
"Quick! Come on, rush in and rescue people." Du Yingwu shouted.
The commander finally sent a message. At this time, he was afraid that if the commander did not move, the army would be in chaos. Even if it was a wrong order, it would be better than a long period of silence.
As soon as the flag moved and the trumpet sounded, countless Cochin soldiers, braving arrows, began to climb up the mountain with their shields held up.
From time to time, arrows hit the boulder, and sparks splashed out, giving off a burning smell. Once they hit the Cochin soldiers who were climbing up, there would be a bloody hole.
Fang Qifu was unhurried, watching the Jiaozhi rear army trying to kill in and rescue the main force of the Chinese army who was ambushed, he couldn't help but smile.
A drumbeat sounded again, and the people of Jiaozhi were shocked. Du Yingwu looked at the sky blankly, not knowing what else to do.
Behind them, a group of cavalry surged out like a torrent. The red military jackets and red tassels unique to the Song Army gathered into a wave like a sea of fire and rushed towards his back.
For a moment, Du Yingwu and the Jiaozhi generals beside him had cold hands and feet and twitched.
Limited by the mobility of the cold weapon era, once the army flees, it will be difficult for the victor to catch up and annihilate them. After all, there are often tens of thousands of people, and if they are not captured, they can always escape by fleeing in all directions.
But the cavalry is different. They can quickly chase down the remaining enemies and expand their victory.
The cavalry in front of me were charging forward, like a mountain avalanche, trampled by horse hooves, like the ground was cracking, the sound of killing was loud, and the tip of the sword was in the clouds, it was unstoppable.
Du Yingwu hurriedly dismounted, raised his weapon above his head, knelt down and asked to surrender.
With him as an example, the remaining Jiaozhi generals also knew that there was no chance of victory today, so they knelt down one after another and asked to surrender. The generals were determined to surrender, but their soldiers had no intention of fighting, so they knelt down one after another.
"The people of Jiaozhi want to surrender!" The cavalrymen paused in their momentum. Fang Qifu, who was halfway up the mountain, rolled his eyes. This was the vanguard of Jiaozhi. If he gathered his surrender troops at this time, there would be no chance of taking advantage of the situation to attack the main force of Jiaozhi.
After a cursory glance, he knew that the vanguard troops and horses were no less than 20,000, and the army behind them should be no less than 150,000, or even more.
After receiving the news, those people made strict preparations and relied on the terrain to annihilate them all in the deep mountains of Jiaozhi.
He calmly judged the situation on the field, without a trace of human emotion at the moment, like a war machine.
"Cover and kill the remaining enemy." The four words were spoken in the same soft tone. The flags were waved and the drums and horns were sounded. The cavalry received the military order, resumed their speed, and galloped forward.
The ground was full of Jiaozhi soldiers kneeling and waiting for death. Blood was flying and heads rolling with each knife. At this time, it was too late to pick up weapons to resist again.
The blades of many cavalrymen had been curled up, and their hands were sore from cutting, and their wrists were tightly holding the handles of the swords.
Du Yingwu was surrounded by dozens of soldiers who were guarding him. At this time, he was scared to death.
The bodyguards had no formation and no large shields to resist. Trying to block the cavalry charge with their guns was like throwing an egg against a stone.
A lean soldier came to the front. Du Yingwu's soldiers were already dead, leaving only him and two generals covered in blood.
"My dear grandson, why are you still crying?" the soldier laughed.
Du Yingwu, whose face was full of tears, begged for mercy: "I am the queen's biological brother, please spare my life."
The soldier's eyes lit up, he chopped down the two generals beside him, turned slightly to one side, lifted Du Yingwu onto his horse, and said loudly: "I captured the enemy's vanguard general!"
The surrounding cavalry cheered, and the Cochin soldiers were even more desperate. More of them chose to flee rather than resist.
How can a man with two legs outrun a four-legged war horse? A knight on a war horse chopped down the fleeing Cochin soldiers, and soon stepped on the corpses, and blood flowed all over the ground, turning the dry valley into blood and mud.
muddy road.
The fishy smell spread throughout the valley, mixed with the smell of burnt rotten meat and thick smoke, and the smell was indescribably unpleasant.
Yang Lin put down his telescope and felt a sense of nausea in his chest. He suppressed the nausea and exhaled, "Where is the main force of Jiaozhi?"
"Back to Shaozai, the Jiaozhi vanguard is dragging its feet and is not far away from the main force."
Yang Lin nodded and said: "Then they are somewhat alert, and they have even heard the noise from here, so they might as well take advantage of the victory and attack them."
The Cochin soldiers were so unbearable that they were simply vulnerable. The generals present nodded their heads.
After Li Yanghuan ascended the throne, he killed every veteran general loyal to the emperor, and few of the remaining weaklings had ever fought in a war.
After the founding of the Jiaozhi Kingdom, he conquered the east and west, winning more and losing less. He had a vague intention of dominating the southwestern frontier, but his vitality was severely damaged by a palace incident.
On this occasion, he tried to establish his prestige by launching an invasion of Song Dynasty and plundering some wealthy women and slaves.
As everyone knows, the Duwei Mansion in Hangzhou City found out in advance that the Jiangnan gentry had close contacts with Jiaozhi, and even deduced that Jiaozhi was restless.
In the past, they burned, killed and looted the Song Dynasty border at will, but now there was a carefully prepared army that had been lurking for a month.
On the last day of the first year of Xuanhe, the Song army ambushed the Jiaozhi Li Dynasty soldiers and horses in the Nanping Valley, captured General Du Yingwu, and wiped out 30,000 vanguards.
That night, the Song army attacked the main force of the Li Dynasty head-on, laying down 20,000 corpses, and defeated the main force of new soldiers recruited by the new king of the Li Dynasty, Li Yanghuan.
However, Yang Lin did not take advantage of the victory and pursue it, but began to take over the city north of Jiaozhi, near Guangnan West Road.
With the support of Yang Lin, a group of old, weak, sick and disabled Jiaozhi people were captured from the fields and given several sets of old military uniforms and weapons to form a military force.
This army is known as the "traitor-hunting army", and its banner is to follow the secret order of Queen Mother Lanying to kill the patricide thief Li Yanghuan. The traitor-hoeing army seems to be weak, but it is as brave as a tiger in fighting. There are countless well-equipped soldiers in the army.
The black barbarian soldiers.
For a time, the anti-traitor army swept across northern Cochin, killing heads and rivers of blood.
There were many wise people in Cochin, and they were all shocked when they heard about this.
If an enemy country were to attack with troops, the Li Dynasty would work together and rely on the terrain to fight with the people and the Song army. Even if they fought for decades, they would not be able to conquer the country.
But in this way, there is a danger of national subjugation and annihilation. Once the Song Dynasty invades Thang Long City, supports the puppet regime, and slowly encroaches on Jiaozhi, then this country is likely to slowly disappear.
No one has ever doubted the assimilation ability of the Han people. The monarchs of the successive dynasties of Jiaozhi were originally of Han ethnicity, and most of the upper-class figures were also of Han descent.
Once captured by the Song people, it would be extremely difficult to establish a country from this place of rising dragons.
In the big tent, Yang Lin was holding a bowl of porridge and wandering around the newly built sand table with several generals, preparing to march from where next.
A soldier opened the curtain, came in and looked around. When he saw Yang Lin, he cupped his fists and said, "Young Master, there is news from Bianliang."
When Yang Lin saw it, it was the uniform of the Intelligence Department of the Long Live Battalion, and he couldn't help but feel nervous.
When he tore open the envelope and looked at it, he found that it was filled with affection. It turned out to be a letter from home written by Zhe Huanxiang to him.
This beauty, who was a disaster to the country, and Yang Lin had been inseparable day and night for several months. They had been alone in the boudoir for so long, and they had long since become lovesick.
Yang Lin's expression changed, his eyebrows flew into his temples with a stern face, and he reprimanded: "The Intelligence Department of the Long Live Battalion is a sharp weapon of the country. If you don't pass on non-essential military information, and don't report on important matters that are not important to the country, when did you become a postman?"
He started his career by relying on intelligence. Under the guise of building Gen Yue, the Long Live Battalion controlled countless carriages and water transportation, becoming Yang Lin's arms and eyes and ears in controlling the Song Dynasty.
What he valued most was the Intelligence Department of the Long Live Camp. He did not expect that after Yin Muhong left, such a letter would be spread thousands of miles, wasting the manpower and resources of the Intelligence Department.
"Take me a message back to the Bianliang Long Live Battalion headquarters. If you dare to misuse the Intelligence Department again, you will be disbanded on the spot and get out. I will recruit new people."
The generals remained silent, wondering what the news was that made Shaozai so angry.
Seeing Yang Lin sulking there, Fang Qifo asked cautiously: "Shao Zai? Shall we continue?"
Yang Lin took a breath and said: "Jiaozhi military situation is your business after all. I will return to Dali soon, take the results of the New Deal, return to the Bianliang temple, and promote this national policy to the entire Song Dynasty
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I'm going to be busy with official duties, so I'm afraid I won't have time to talk to you about it, so I'll leave you to worry about the next thing."
The generals quickly expressed their loyalty and reassured Yang Lin that they could capture Jiaozhi even if they died.
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Outside the Song Army's camp, Yang Lin was riding on horseback, lecturing the officials who came to see him off.
"Before I leave, I would like to say a few more words, so that you don't find it annoying."
Fang Qifu led the crowd to shake their heads and wave their hands, clasping their fists and listening.
Yang Lin nodded and said: "It's a commonplace saying. The way of war is originally a cruel way. Kindness does not lead the army, and women's benevolence should be avoided. Anyone who resists the heavenly soldiers is a life-and-death enemy. If you spare him today, he will be killed tomorrow.
It is possible to die under his blade."
"Especially in Jiaozhi, in the harsh mountains and rivers, I believe you have all seen how ferocious they are."
The generals below nodded repeatedly. In the past few days, the Jiaozhi people who were hunting traitors and killing their compatriots were simply appalling.
All kinds of torture, villages and cities were slaughtered at every turn. The originally honest and honest farmers became as evil as the devils in hell once they started killing.
It was impossible for Yang Lin to stay in Jiaozhi for a long time. He took a look at the camp and said with a smile: "When I go back, I will send someone to bring mutton and fine wine. After you work hard, you can get things done in Jiaozhi, and then you will be rewarded based on your merits."
I will be at the helm for you, so there is no need to worry."
With his words, all the generals present were happy. What Yang Shaozai said now, even the imperial edict could not compare with it.
Everyone works hard on the front lines and fights in foreign countries, not just to gain some merit and honor their ancestors, but also to be promoted and make a fortune.
Yang Lin was famous for not being greedy for military achievements. Among the civil servants of the Song Dynasty, he was an outlier. With his words, people like me felt a lot more relaxed when they were fighting in Jiaozhi.
After repeated instructions, Yang Lin returned to the horse, picked up the reins, clamped the horse's belly, gave a shout, and led his two thousand guards back to Dali.
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