The Han River runs through the entire territory of the Jin Dynasty, and the winding river is also the watershed of Xiangjing. In the white snow, looking from a distance, the frozen Han River looks like a silver snake coiled in front of Hanyang City.
The river, which was more than a hundred feet wide, had frozen and spewed out mist-like cold air. The intense chill penetrated into the blood vessels of the soldiers and penetrated into the bones, making them suffocating.
On the unobstructed view of the ice, there were many broken limbs of soldiers, and wisps of bright red were spreading on the river.
Obviously, since the arrival of reinforcements from Zhennanguan, this place has become the main battlefield for the confrontation between the two armies.
Since the Xiang Army has been tenaciously guarding the broad Han River in recent days, the Jin Army's previous tentative attack has turned into a series of large-scale bloody battles. In the current war, the number of wounded in both armies continues to increase.
, no reason is needed anymore.
At this point, both sides have shown real fire.
The commander of the army crossing the river, Lu Ziyi, had a sad look on his face. He reined in his horse and stood on the outskirts of the Han River, scanning the battle in the distance. The fierce fighting scene made him feel a trace of sadness in his heart, and the riding whip in his hand almost cracked.
Although the Xiangjun cavalry was known for its bravery, it was impossible for them to charge into battle on this slippery ice surface.
These Xiangjun men who were "unaccustomed to the local conditions" were forcibly held back by the Jin army's offensive. Every breath was almost a tragic loss of life.
Looking at the Jin army on the other side, which was as dark as the tide, Lu Ziyi felt a little surprised in her heart:
The river, the woods on the opposite side, and even any place where people could stand were densely packed with long lines of Jin troops. The cold light of the swords almost stretched across the entire river. It was only a rough estimate that the number of Jin troops was more than 100,000.
Eight hundred thousand! This does not include the troops that are receiving reinforcements.
When did Emperor Wen Li Wen start to increase the number of sergeants by so many?
But facing such a disparity in military strength, Lu Ziyi was just an ant on a hot pot. In the face of the absolute disparity in military strength, no matter how clever a military strategy was, it would become insignificant.
With favorable weather, favorable geography, and people, the balance of victory was not tilted towards Xiangjun's side at all.
But now, the Xiang army can no longer retreat, and behind Lu Ziyi is the majestic Hanyang City.
If the city of Hanyang is broken and the entire east gate of Xiangjing is opened wide, by that time, facing the incoming Jin army, it will be impossible to recover.
All the Xiangjun men present knew this very well. Therefore, each of them firmly guarded the last line of defense of the Han River with a death wish.
Looking around the ice surface of Ganmui Liuye, Lu Ziyi looked gloomy and rubbed his eyebrows fiercely. Hearing the increasing number of casualties in his ears, he felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart. At the moment, he also felt
We can only hope that reinforcements from the northern front will arrive soon.
In the battlefield of the Han River, there were not even the shouts of the soldiers, only the dull collision of swords, splashing waves of blood. The hot steam of countless blood continued to rise, and there was some heat on the ice.
Finally, with the approaching night, in order to avoid the possible snowstorm that might come late at night, the whimpering horns sounded in front of the Jin army's formation, and as the two sides
Ming Jin retreated his troops, and Lu Ziyi finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Commander Lu, if we still don't have the support in two days, I'm afraid we will be exhausted..."
Looking at the blood-stained general next to him, Lu Ziyi secretly gritted her teeth, patted his shoulder gently, and comforted him:
"God bless me, Xiang. I believe General Ningyuan will arrive soon..."
Lu Ziyi sighed softly, knowing in his heart that if the fighting continued like this, the Xiang Army's casualties on the long front line of the Han River would only become more severe day by day.
For a brief moment, he was sitting in the military tent and suddenly felt a breeze blowing by him. He looked up suddenly and saw a young man in white robe gently lifting the curtain and walking in. Lu Ziyi looked excited.
Color, as if seeing a savior, he exclaimed:
"Little Prince, you are finally here!"
It was Li Xuan and the other three who finally arrived here after constant day and night attacks.
Li Xuan quickly helped Lu Ziyi, who was about to kowtow, and said: "Commander of the Army, not only the three of us are here. Now, General Yun's troops are also on the way, and they will arrive tomorrow at the latest..."
Han Shuangxue looked at the worried faces of the surrounding soldiers, her heart gradually sank, and she asked aloud: "What is the current battle situation?"
After hearing Lu Ziyi's description, Li Xuan frowned and said in a deep voice:
"So what we need to do now is to reduce casualties as much as possible, compress our troops, and wait for General Yun's arrival..."
Lu Ziyi's face was filled with undisguised sorrow, and she smiled bitterly: "But now the Xiang army has more than half of its casualties, and the smooth ice surface in the cold winter is not suitable for our cavalry to fight..."
After hearing this, Li Xuan's face became a little embarrassed.
Han Shuangxue shook her head helplessly: "What will happen if we give up the resistance on the Han River front?"
Lu Ziyi took a deep breath and said: "The geographical location of the Han River is to surround the city in a defensive manner. If the Han River is lost, Hanyang City will also be in danger..."
Listening to everyone's words, Jiang Baihe, who was always full of clever ideas, suddenly slapped his forehead and shouted excitedly: "Yes!"
Before anyone could ask questions, he stood up and took two steps. He quickly summarized his methods in his mind and said slowly:
"Right now, as long as we solve the problems on the ice, all the problems can be easily solved. Therefore, we need to create an environment where the Xiangjun cavalry can fight..."
Lu Ziyi waved her hand after hearing this: "Of course I know what you said, but if you want to use fire to melt the ice, whether it is kerosene or flint, it is a bit impractical in this wind and snow..."
"Wrong... General Lu." Jiang Baihe said softly with a mysterious smile on his face:
"Put a snowball the size of two people hugging each other on the siege catapult, and throw it on the ice of the Han River. Add in the manpower to carry it tonight.
, as long as the snow can completely cover the ice, the cavalry can travel unimpeded. After all, in the ice and snow, snow is the most indispensable thing..."
After hearing Jiang Baihe's suggestion, Lu Ziyi suddenly realized it, with a look of surprise on her face, and nodded slowly: "I see, that's it...I'll give the order right away!"
Therefore, throughout the night, almost half of the Xiang troops in Hanyang City were busy moving snow.
The sound of the sobbing wind covered up the sound of the catapults. Across the vast darkness of night, all the Jin troops only regarded it as a sign of the coming blizzard.
The next morning, when they woke up and looked at the silver-white ice of the Han River, they couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
They all looked confused: What happened? Where is the ice? How could it be suddenly covered with such a layer of snow?!
The snow on the river today is so thick that, not to mention the galloping military horses, there will never be any bumps even if the carriage catches up.
The Jin general had a face that could not conceal his panic. He looked at the Xiangqi armor with cold light flashing in front of him. His heart suddenly jumped. The blade of the sword in his hand made waves of whining sounds as he waved it. He forced himself to
After taking a breath, he shouted loudly to Lu Ziyi, who was wearing a handsome robe in front of him:
"Lu Ziyi, you all need to think clearly. Disobeying His Majesty's will to surrender is clearly rebellion! Give up Hanyang City and don't insist on going your own way again!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a tall and handsome young man was seen standing in front of the formation. He looked at the dark Jin army with cold eyes, shook his head gently, and said:
"This is a national war..."
As soon as Li Xuan finished speaking, Lu Ziyi held a spear in his hand, bursting with cold light. His whole body was like Yuan Ting Yue Zhi, his eyes were filled with mist, and the spear head was pointed towards the Jin army in the distance:
"Now that things have come to this, you still want to help the devil do evil. It's not a pity to die!"
The general's pupils suddenly shrank, he had obviously recognized Li Xuan, and he roared angrily:
"Li Xuan, the national thief, how dare you appear here?! It seems that demons are rampant in Xiangjing today. The Jin army obeys the order, calms the rivers and mountains, and follows me to the battle line to annihilate the rebels!"
Li Xuan snorted coldly when he heard this, and activated the Tianyu Formation again, only to hear a rumble and explosion, and the air was split open by countless lightning bolts, which seemed to be a signal for Xiangjun's charge.
The 200,000 cavalrymen in front of the city all showed a desperate intention to fight to the death, and they crashed towards the Jin army like a tsunami.
A strong murderous intent filled the entire Han River!
At this moment, countless Xiang soldiers were riding horses and raising guns, their hooves were like thunder. Wherever they passed, they stepped on the remaining snow that was rising into the sky, and the military flags were hunting and whimpering.
"kill!"
The two armies finally kicked off the national war at this moment.