Great time travel

Chapter 40, Revenge of the Prisoner of War
In the slave camp on the outskirts of Huining, piles of dotted bonfires were lit, and a cloud of cooking smoke rose.

——Looking at the miserable appearance of those prisoners of war of the Song Dynasty who were taken into slavery by the Jin soldiers, each of them was cold, hungry, and inhuman. The wood they felled before was used to warm the fire—these wood was prepared by the Jurchen to build the palace, and the slaves were naturally not allowed to burn it casually for warmth—and they wanted to get some food so that they could eat a little bit of strength.

As for the Khitan people, Bohai people, Xi people and even the Korean people who were taken into captivity, they were naturally all followed.

It's just that Han Shizhong and others searched the slave camp, but they couldn't find any decent food.And they themselves attacked after having a full meal in Doraemon's underground hideout, and they didn't bring much dry food with them.

Therefore, Han Shizhong had to make do with the rations that the Jurchens had prepared for these slaves, cook a few pots of coarse wheat porridge mixed with horse feed, and find some black bean cakes that were used to feed the horses. Distribute it to them...

However, the pig food that is absolutely difficult for normal people to swallow, the slaves who had a rare chance to get enough to eat, still ate with relish, even those who were weak and sick, they had to move to the porridge bucket, I would rather die than miss this rare full meal.A few guys who are not afraid of being scalded even poured a large bowl of hot porridge with a stinky smell down their throats, just hoping to get a chance to drink a second bowl...

At the same time, Doraemon, the doraemon, was running around with an [automatic medical kit] to treat prisoners of war who were seriously ill.

Of course, as an old acquaintance of "Po Han Wu", Liu Sheng enjoyed special treatment and was able to share with Han Shizhong the small amount of biscuits and candies he brought with him (the emergency rations that Wang Qiu temporarily purchased from the small supermarket diagonally opposite his home), and at the same time Listen to Han Shizhong spitting and telling about his adventure in going north this time.

Regrettably, according to the simple worldview of a person from the Song Dynasty, Liu Sheng didn't believe a single word of Han Shizhong's words.

"... Be good! You said that the 20 gold soldiers who went south have been wiped out outside Bianliang City, but you actually flew over from the sky?!"

While wolfing down the sweet milk biscuits, Liu Sheng muttered, "...who in the world would believe such absurd and absurd words? You just said that you pretended to seek refuge with the Jinren, and then took advantage of these Jurchen Tartars Unexpectedly, raising flags and making trouble near their capital is better than those lies just now! But your dessert fruit is quite delicious... I have never seen it in my life, did you buy it from Bianjing? "

"...Hey, how come it doesn't make sense with you, an ignorant tamper?" Han Shizhong sighed depressingly, "...Forget it, don't care about you, a bad guy! You can eat here with peace of mind Let's be full. When the real Huguo and Yue Pengju capture the emperor of the Jin Kingdom and sacrifice the palace that day, you won't be able to believe it..."

As he said this, he looked up at Huining City, and then he saw billowing black smoke rising from the city, and heard all kinds of shouts piercing the sky.

"...Eh? Yue Pengju's side, it seems that the fight is not going well?"

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The scorching air was sucked into the lungs, causing pain; the smoke and fog blocked most of the vision, making people dizzy.

In the palace of the Kingdom of Jin, which was shrouded in flames and thick smoke, the Song army determined to avenge and the Jurchen who defended their homeland fought to the death.

——In fact, if it was in summer or in the south, after several hours of continuous anesthetic gas coverage, Ningcheng, the capital of the Dajin Kingdom, would have turned into a silent city with no humans or animals. .

But the problem is that this is the bitterly cold land of Saibei, and right now it is the coldest winter that drips into ice. In order to prevent the heat from dissipating, the residents of Huining City will close the doors and windows tightly when they fall asleep, and even use hay and fur to prevent the heat from dissipating. The window frames and the gaps in the walls were carefully plugged to prevent being woken up by the cold wind in the middle of the night... So it had the effect of three defenses invisibly, preventing this well-planned poison gas battle from being fully effective.

Until Yue Fei and others rode their horses into the city, among the [-] to [-] Jurchens in the city, at least a quarter of the residents were not penetrated by the anesthetic gas because they stayed in a tightly sealed space. Let it go...Of course, it was also because the doors and windows were closed that they, who were huddled in the room and sleeping late, could not hear the noise outside in time, and failed to stop the surprise attack of the Song Army cavalry.

However, after Yue Fei and the others made a fuss in the palace, and a few guards escaped from the back door, the whole city of Huining was suddenly awakened.And the Jurchens of this era are also worthy of being a fighting nation - when they suddenly learned that foreign enemies had invaded the capital and entered the palace, their first reaction was not to flee in all directions, let alone shivering in the cellar, but to pick up Knives and maces, fight this group of daring enemies!

As a result, more than a hundred soldiers of the Song Army who successfully raided the Jin Palace were surrounded by thousands of Jurchens in an instant.

Fortunately, Yue Fei and the others are accompanied by Wang Qiu and Guo Jing, who have powerful weapons beyond the times to help out.

"... da da da... da da da..."

Wang Qiu and Guo Jing worked together to operate a heavy machine gun that spewed out flames, and firmly blocked the main entrance of the palace and the square in front of the palace. Dead bodies littered the field like felled wheat.Viscous plasma slowly flowed on the snow-covered streets and squares, dyeing the snow a dazzling blood.

Although such a tragic death temporarily deterred the Jurchens from counterattacking from the main gate, it could not prevent them from harassing and sneaking attacks from other directions—the arrows and spears flying out from all tricky corners outside the palace walls kept throwing the defenses back. The soldiers of the Song Army who were too late shot down on the snow.

At the same time, some brave men with big arms and round waists climbed over the wall and sneaked into the palace, while others chose to sneak into the palace through dog holes or climbed the gutter, and then fought with the soldiers of the Song army trapped in the palace. The Song army, which was already at a disadvantage, was getting more and more stretched. If they could block one side, they couldn't defend that side... With a loud bang, a side door was knocked open by the Jurchens outside, and a group of Jurchen warriors took the opportunity to swarm in. !

"...Wow! That thief is coming to die!!!"

At the forefront of the Jin army's commando team, a burly man with a height of eight feet, pointed at a Song Bing who fell down with a grim smile and raised his mace, intending to smash the opponent's Tianling Gai to the ground.But he raised his mace, but he couldn't swing it anymore—because a sharp long arrow flew from nowhere, pierced into his ribs like lightning, and went deep, leaving only The feathers and tails swayed slightly outside.

The few Jurchens who followed couldn't help but pause, and turned their heads to look in the direction of the long arrow, only to see an officer in iron armor holding a huge bow, sneering contemptuously at them, pulling his hands together again. Opening the longbow, a sharp arrow shot out of the string, and hit one person's throat again.

Then came the third arrow, and the Jurchen warrior who was facing it only saw a little bit of cold star that was as fast as lightning, and suddenly knew something wrong, so he hurriedly swung his spear vigorously, and finally managed to escape the arrow that had already flew in front of him. The long arrow in front of the door, but the arm was shaken with a faint pain.

However, before they could react, the sharpshooter of the Song Army on the opposite side continued to draw the bow, and the bowstring rang repeatedly, like a pipa song, playing the melody of death) Wherever the long arrow landed, there were blossoms of blood Flower Splash!Even though these Jurchen warriors held up their shields to block, or wielded their spears and swords to swipe their arrows, several people were still killed or injured.The Jurchens who shrank behind were also in a cold sweat, but they were full of hostility in their hearts, shouting "Kill him!", and at the same time rushed forward aggressively, as if they were trying to rely on the number to win.

"...Hmph! Good time!"

Seeing this, the sharpshooter of the Song Army was unafraid and shouted loudly. He picked up a large spear measuring one foot and eight feet and was about to fight... But before the battle between dragons and tigers started, an orange-red flame came from the side and rear. They came roaring, accompanied by blazing flames and deafening roars, and blasted the Jurchen warriors until their skins were scorched and their bones were rotten, their flesh and blood flying everywhere.Then another RPG blasted towards them, and the most ferocious Jurchens at the head of the row fell to the ground spurting blood, as if they had been whipped out of thin air by an invisible long whip.There are also countless small steel balls and sharp prefabricated fragments flying across the sky ferociously, smashing at least a dozen Jurchen warriors into a sieve in an instant.

Yue Fei, who was also on the edge of the explosion range, raised his arm covered with iron armor to protect his head and face, and looked back at Wang Qiu who was holding an RPG rocket launcher with a sense of disappointment. For him who is good at martial arts, these "immortal firearms" that emerge in endlessly and are easy to use have simply subverted his perception of war, and made him feel that the value of martial arts is rapidly shrinking...

Just as he was thinking wildly, Wang Qiu suddenly showed a look of surprise, and repeatedly gestured to him as a warning.But the brave Yue Fei, who is skilled in art, didn't even look back, he just poked the big gun in his hand back, and easily picked up the saber of the Jurchen who was sneaking up behind him, and took advantage of the situation to hit his face... At this instant, with the sound of weapons clashing, the Jurchen who raised her knife and attacked Yue Fei from behind was stabbed into the neck with a gun, and a cloud of blood burst out from the back of the neck.Goodbye, Yue Fei vibrated the barrel of the gun so hard that the body of the gun came out, and a head flew upwards!
"...Yue commanded martial arts so well, he really is the enemy of ten thousand people!" Looking at the corpses all over the place, Wang Qiu couldn't help shouting.

Yue Fei smiled faintly, raised his big gun again and swept left and right, calling out the Jurchen warriors who were seriously injured and survived the bombardment one by one, adding five or six victories in a blink of an eye.The few remaining Jurchens who rushed into the palace were so frightened that their livers and gallbladders were torn apart, they even yelled, turned around and wanted to run away.But he was caught up by Yue Fei wielding a big gun, like a rabbit rising and falling, and within a few breaths, he poked them all over... Wang Qiu took the opportunity to pass through the side door, and fired another RPG rocket out, piercing into the ground outside. The crowd exploded, and the Jurchen's shit was blown out immediately, and she didn't dare to rush in to die for a while.

But this does not mean that the Song army has turned the corner. The next moment, only the sound of bowstrings as tight as rain can be heard, and a wave of bows and arrows flew out from the palace wall, killing the two people who were trying to block the side door. Song Bing almost shot a hedgehog.Immediately afterwards, a lot of lit firewood was thrown in through the palace wall, and there were clouds of choking smoke. It seemed that they would rather risk the palace to be burned, but also smoke out the Song army like a smoked mouse. !
In this regard, the helpless Song Army had no choice but to fight fiercely while putting out the fire. He was so busy that he couldn't breathe for a moment.He wanted to break out of the siege several times, but seeing the crowds outside, he didn't dare to break away from the protection of the palace wall, so he could only continue to struggle in the vast ocean of enemies.

What's more, with the passage of time, more and more Jurchen soldiers and civilians got rid of the effect of anesthesia and regained consciousness.As soon as he heard the screams of killing in the city, he dug out the weapon in his hand from the house and staggered to join the battle, which brought more pressure on the weak Song army.

Accompanied by the whizzing sound of tearing the air, another wave of arrows rained down from the sky. Wang Qiu quickly rolled over and tried to escape, but accidentally fell into a dry pond. When he tried to get up, he was caught again by his left arm The severe pain made his teeth grin, and his mouth was filled with a disgusting smell of rust... He was gasping for breath while kneeling by the pond, but suddenly found that the heavy machine gun blocking the main entrance had stopped at some point shot.

"...Professor Guo! Why didn't you shoot? Are you out of bullets?"

"...there's a lot of ammunition left, but the barrel is so hot that it can't be fired anymore—do you have a spare barrel?"

Wang Qiu sighed, waved his hand, took out an AK47 assault rifle from the storage space, and handed it to Guo Jing staggeringly, "...there is no spare barrel, let's use this as a top! I will shoot a few shots first. Fire rockets to be bold... Sigh, this time I was really too big, I didn't act with Doraemon, and I was in a dilemma. I must be a warning in the future..." He put the RPG on his shoulders and muttered said.

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However, as the saying goes, there is no end to the road, just as the hundreds of Song soldiers trapped in the Jin Palace were exhausted from the overwhelming siege of the Jurchens and were about to be exhausted, a sudden shock came from afar. The cry of the sky, and the Jurchens' offensive also weakened.

Confused, Wang Qiu immediately ran up to a two-story pavilion, took out a telescope and climbed up to look down, and then he couldn't help being shocked: he saw a large crowd of people in the dark, slowly coming from the suburbs to the city of Huining!It seems that they are probably the freed slaves in the suburbs.

Of course, it would be a little bit of a stretch to say that this group of improvised slaves is an army, because there are men, women, children, and all of them in ragged clothes, sallow and emaciated, and cloudy eyes, like walking corpses.And the weapons in their hands are also very simple. Only a few of them hold swords and spears that they don’t know where, while most of them hold hoes, shovels, and logging axes. Sticks and stones... What's worse, they only know how to rush forward in a chaotic manner under the guidance of a few Song army standard bearers. There is no queue or organization at all, and they even step on and trip each other from time to time. The mob of the mob.

However, no matter how unorganized, undisciplined, and unequipped these armed slaves are, the sheer number of them filling the field of vision and filling the streets and alleys alone is enough to make people hold their breath—as the saying goes, " More than ten thousand soldiers and horses, boundless", and for Huining, a small city, these more than 3 rebel slaves are enough to completely submerge and bloodbath it!

Wang Qiu took a glance from the attic of the palace, his vision was full of all kinds of moving heads, but he couldn't see the end of the crowd!
Relying on the absolute superiority in numbers and the deep-seated hatred, these rebel slaves who were aroused with resentment rushed into Huining city aggressively, slashing wildly at any moving object they could see.With the Song Army inside and outside the palace, they easily turned the tide of the battle.

Those Jurchens gathered temporarily in the city were originally demoralized because the palace could not be attacked for a long time. When they encountered such changes, they were in chaos and ran away in fright... Shouting in fear, they turned their heads and ran away, and then Still slashing from the back on the snow.

With the rescue of the palace, the Jurchen's dying struggle finally failed, and the end of Huining City was about to be staged.

In the midst of the noisy killing, Wang Qiu and the others vaguely heard Han Shizhong's high-spirited shout with a tweeter:
"...Master Guoshi! Brother Pengju! Don't worry! I, Han Wu, will bring reinforcements!"

——The next step is naturally the rhythm of counterattack and recklessness, and the rhythm of plundering...