On the east side of Ma Yu Mountain, in the jungle, there is a giant tree.
On the tree trunk, an owl fluttered its feathers during a break in the wind and sand, preparing to go out and catch a few voles to eat.
Suddenly, it rolled its eyes, flapped its wings and flew to a higher place.
In the tree hole next to him, Zhao Ning was very bored. Zhao Ning, who had been observing him, was stunned for a moment and suddenly felt his scalp numb.
There was a rustling sound, like countless beasts passing by and stirring up the vegetation.
Looking down, I saw an army that looked like a horde of beasts, marching in the dark without lighting torches.
Zhao Ning's hair stood on end, her heart wanted to jump to her throat, and she grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands.
Such a big wind and sand actually attacked the camp. The Tatars really didn't regard themselves as human beings.
If he spoke rashly now, he would definitely be shot into a sieve, and he might not be able to inform the brothers in front of him. Zhao Ning was so anxious that his hands were covered with sweat as to how to convey the news.
He quietly let go of the hilt of the knife, reached into his arms, and held the fire folder and signal fireworks.
Just as he was fighting between heaven and man, suddenly the sound of a sharp arrow piercing the air was heard, and Zhao Ning was heartbroken.
However, there was a plop and the owl fell to the ground. Zhao Ning was so nervous that he suffocated and did not dare to breathe a sigh of relief. Holding in the suffocation, his hands and feet became stiff.
The Tatars below are passing by one by one. Once they touch it, the consequences will be disastrous.
In Zhao Ning's mind, he suddenly thought of the Sophora japonica in his hometown. It was the season when the Sophora japonica flowers were ripe. My mother always picked them and the whole family gathered around the fragrant pot and ate them happily.
Even if he dies in battle, his family will receive generous subsidies, but who wants to die?
The instinct of survival made him slowly let go of the fire stick in his hand, closed his eyes, and two tears rolled down his face.
The surroundings seemed to have quieted down. After a few seconds, Zhao Ning held the fireworks again and took out the fireworks.
"Dog Tartar!"
Accompanied by this roar, a blaze of fireworks rose into the sky. The Tatars all stopped, and several of the leading generals started to curse.
With such a big wind and sand, I didn't expect that there were still spies from the Song Army along this remote road.
In fact, this place is already a weak area for the Song Army's sentinels, otherwise it would not be such a large area, just Zhao Ning.
His hands, feet and body were all tied to the tree with live buckles, and he hid in the dug tree hole.
Countless arrows flew in and nailed Zhao Ning to the tree, but the spies in the distance also began to set off fireworks. Soon, the torches were lit up in the military camp on top.
In the middle of the night, Han Shizhong could not figure out how many Tatars came to attack the camp. He hesitated a little while standing at the gate of the camp.
Zong Ze next to him said: "It's hard to know the enemy's situation in the dead of night, so let's just burn the mountain with rockets!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Lin rushed out of the tent wearing armor.
"Tatar attack?"
Han Shizhong lowered his eyes and said: "Young Zai, the sentinels in front of us have been sending warnings one after another. I don't know how many Tatars there are. Our camp has been prepared to set fire to it. The Zong Manager proposed to set fire to the mountain!"
Yang Lin said in a deep voice: "What do you think?"
"Burning the mountain is the safest way, but the general estimates that since the Tatars choose to attack at night in such weather and know our strength, they will definitely not send a few soldiers to die. Once the fire burns out and strong winds rise, it is possible that
If we will hurt our own people, we might as well send out troops to fight. If we are lucky, we can take advantage of the situation to break through the Jurchen defense line in the Ma Men Mountain area and completely occupy this high ground."
After Han Shizhong finished speaking, he looked at Yang Lin. Under the firelight, his face looked uncertain.
In just an instant, Yang Lin made up his mind, clenched his fist and said: "The Tatars must have all their troops out, and there is no one in the camp to defend themselves. This is a God-given opportunity. Let me cover them up and occupy Ma Yu Mountain."
The sound of golden drums suddenly sounded, and the results of the Song Army's officers and soldiers' daily training could be seen at this time.
Everyone quickly gathered and marched in formation without any confusion.
The assembly that came every three to five days allowed them to deal with this exposed night attack with familiarity.
Knowing that they were exposed, the Tatars began to retreat, but when they saw the Song army's actions, they stopped again.
If they retreat rashly, they will definitely be chased and annihilated. After all, the Song army is coming down from the mountains.
The Jurchen Tatars did not have much fear. Just as Han Shizhong and Yang Lin predicted, they almost came out in full force.
If the sneak attack fails, we will have to fight the Song army in this wind and sand.
On the top of the mountain, a tall Song soldier was blowing the horn slowly with all his strength.
The low whimpering sound resounded throughout Ma Yu Mountain, temporarily covering up the roar of the wind.
At the sound of the trumpet, these tough and sharp men from the Beijing Camp's New Army came out first.
They did not hide behind the battle-hardened Great Wall Corps. Several generals were eager to make contributions and eager to prove themselves.
The two battalions, led by Yang Yizhong and Liu Qi, rushed down holding torches.
The fire was quickly extinguished by the strong wind, but fortunately they were familiar with the road, and the Song army's secret sentry kept signaling the Tatars' position.
Behind them, the Great Wall Corps and Zong Zexin's Youyan soldiers and horses followed closely.
The strong wind rolled up the sand again, and it seemed that it was the protagonist of this battle. The two sides collided in this wind and sand.
The iron helmet on Yang Lin's head was blown off, and he didn't need to guard against arrows now, so he didn't care much.
Shaking his body, he looked at the dark valley below, feeling extremely nervous but not knowing how the battle was going.
Zongze advised loudly from the side: "Young Zai, go back to the camp. Fighting at night is of no use here. Just let the guards inquire and report."
After saying that, he dragged Yang Lin back to the big tent. The tent was reinforced with several large wooden nails and wedged on the ground. It was still swinging back and forth in the wind.
The two parties fighting together below were unable to light torches and could only fight with each other by their robes.
Some people raised their knives, but they were blown away, and in some places the tree trunks were even broken by the blow.
In this situation, fighting becomes very difficult, and it is even more difficult to determine the winner.
Hu Yantong screamed strangely and was about to stab forward. The wind took away his strength so hard that he could not pierce the Jurchen Tatar's armor.
The fighting was fierce in front, and the Song army had too many horses, so they could only go down from both sides and around the battlefield.
As a result, the Tatars were surrounded, leaving only one side to retreat.
Han Xianqi, the leader of the Tatars, was originally Zong Han's confidant and a strong general. Seeing this situation, he could only shout orders and retreat while fighting to avoid being surrounded by the Song army.
Unfortunately, the wind and sand were so strong that his orders could not be transmitted at all. Most of the Tatars were furious and just howled and wished they could kill the wind.
Han Shizhong, who was commanding outside, heard the report from the flanking Qingqi and said with great joy: "Surrounding the Tatars is also a great achievement. Sooner or later, the wind and sand will stop!"