Song Mingyue

Chapter 185 Battle of Tribulus Mountain

When I woke up in the morning, the whole city of Hongli was in chaos, but it gradually became quiet again.

A group of southern soldiers, after breaking through the city, did not burn, kill, loot, rape women like the Jurchens, but raided the treasury and swept most of the coins in the treasury... The problem is that there is only one coin in the end. Did not take away either.

This group of tough southerners dressed in armor and riding war horses, the victors of the Song and Liao battles, and the temporary owners of Hongli City, carried and hung large strings of money on their backs. Every step they took, the coins rattled. With a loud noise, he swaggered into the best restaurant in the city, ate and drank a lot, and then... threw down three or four times the price of food and drinks.

Then I swept through the noodle shop next to the main street, and swept away all the dried beef and horse meat in the shop, and then brought large bags of cooked mutton and cooked beef, and the wine bag was also full. In the end, the wine was still paid three or four times the price.

In the end, these soldiers of the Song Dynasty, who had returned with a full load, gave all the remaining money to the old, weak, women and children they met on the street, and then left the city in such a gorgeous way.

By the time of Si, the whole city has returned to calm, and the shops and people on the main street are still living in a normal order, but it is not completely unaffected... Most of the restaurants are closed.

When Yelu Aguzhe received the news of the destruction of the city and came with more than 500 elite soldiers, Zhao Hao and others had already left, and the city was peaceful. It seemed that the Song army had never been here at all. I almost thought that those deserters were lying about their military situation.

In the end, Yelu Aguzhe finally found out what was going on, and was speechless for a while.

More than 300 Song soldiers risked their lives to attack Hongli City, just to rob food...

At the south gate of Hongli City, Yelu Aguzhe led a group of distant cavalry, staring blankly at the north in a daze.

A Yuanlanzi captain asked in a low voice: "General, do you want to catch up? Song Jun should leave soon."

Yelu Aguzhe looked towards the north, sighed slightly, and said, "Most of them are white battalion soldiers, and the rest are elite, and everyone is equipped with crossbows... No wonder they dared to travel thousands of miles through the hinterland of Daliao. Not the same idlers."

The captain was obviously unconvinced: "So what? If a heavily armored infantry hadn't suddenly appeared that day, he would have been killed until he was left alone!"

Yelu Aguzhe showed an extremely complicated look on his face, and said slowly: "This is the most strange thing about this southern army horse... There is no news of where the heavy armored infantry came from and where it went. , seems to emerge from the ground, and then disappear into the ground, and..."

Yelu Aguzhe turned his head and pointed at the siege ladders and catapults beside the city wall, with a slight hint of fear in his voice: "Where do these ladder carts and catapults come from? How could he bring these huge Equipment? What's more, he waited for the abandoned food and grass to go away that day. He had nothing but his horse and his belongings. Why did he suddenly have a ladder and a catapult? Among these southern army horses, there are some experts. ..."

Everyone was silent. Although the sun was already high, there was a gloomy feeling in everyone's heart.

The heavy armored infantry that appeared inexplicably and disappeared, and the siege equipment that appeared out of thin air, like a huge mystery, troubled everyone's minds.

The captain suddenly remembered something: "The commander-in-chief led the army to fight the Jurchen dogs at the foot of Mount Lili, if the southern army and horses go here...will they sneak attack the army from behind?"

Yelu Aguzhe snorted coldly and said, "Young Master of the Southern Clan, he only went to serve as an envoy to Jurchen. How can a mere three hundred soldiers pose a threat to the army?"

Everyone discussed for a while, and finally decided to give up the pursuit of Zhao Hao and others, because if they pursued further north, they would arrive near the battlefield where the Liao and Jin armies met, and this southern army horse had too many mysteries. It may not be cheap to catch up.

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The grassland is vast, and the sound of horseshoes.

After several days of trekking, Zhao Hao and his party finally arrived at the boundary of Chengzhou, and saw a high mountain appearing on the horizon from afar.

It is said to be a high mountain, but in fact the mountain is not very high, the whole is only about 30 meters, and the highest point is less than 50 meters, but it is proud of being on the Baili Plain, and it looks extraordinarily abrupt and towering.

"My lord, there is Tribulus Mountain ahead!" Yang Keshi glanced at the map and turned to Zhao Hao.

Zhao Hao looked at the sky and saw that the red sun had already set to the west, so he said loudly: "Then go to the foot of the mountain to rest."

So everyone continued to gallop forward, rolling down the mountain.

When he was about to approach the foot of the mountain, a noisy voice suddenly appeared in Zhao Hao's ears, and the further he went, the louder the voice became.

"Stop!" Before Zhao Hao could react, Yang Keshi had already reined in his horse and stood up.

"There seems to be a battle of soldiers and horses ahead, who is going to find out?" Yang Keshi asked.

"I'll go and have a look!"

Before the words were finished, Han Shizhong rode out on his horse, galloping away like a whirlwind.

About half an hour later, when everyone was getting impatient, Han Shizhong had already returned with a shocking news.

"Damn it, I'm waiting for a big show... At the foot of Beishan, the Liao dog and the Jurchen dog are fighting. It's densely packed. I'm afraid there are 10,000+ people."

"What?" Zhao Hao's face was full of surprise.

In his memory, the famous Battle of Tribulus Mountain took place three years ago, and the number of people on both sides at that time was only [-] against [-], and the total number of people was only more than [-]. Could it be because of the butterfly effect of his time travel, or a gap in the history books?

While everyone was hesitating, Han Shizhong said with a smile: "The fight between the two sides was extremely fierce. All Liaogou's forces were concentrated in the battle in the north of the mountain, and there were almost no sentries in the south of the mountain. Why don't you go to Mount Tribulus to watch the battle?"

When the generals heard this, they readily agreed.

Along the way, as expected, no sentries were encountered. It seemed that the battle ahead might have reached a fever pitch, and the Liao army never expected that soldiers from other countries would appear in their rear, so their defenses were extremely lax.

The crowd slowly led their horses to the top of the mountain, looked down the mountain, and were stunned by the battle at the bottom of the mountain.

At the foot of Beishan, there is a plain of Yimapingchuan.

With the sound of war drums, the urgent sound of horns, and the sound of shouting and killing, the densely packed army horses at the foot of the mountain are engaged in a fierce battle.

The armor of the Liao army is slightly red, and the armor of the Jurchens is almost all black, which still looks like a clear barrier.

Nearly [-] Liao troops lined up along the foot of the mountain, two or three miles long, with banners like forests, and in the middle of the rear army, a large "Liao" flag fluttered in the wind under the setting sun.

The Jurchens on the opposite side, in terms of numbers, are only 3% of the strength of the Liao people, about [-] people.

But the battle scene was just the opposite. The Jurchens' black armor was pouring desperately into the red sea of ​​the Liao people, and the Liao army was about to retreat.

That battle was like a brave tiger attacking an elephant several times its size. Although the Jurchens were at a disadvantage in terms of strength, they had the upper hand in the fight between the two sides.

However, the Liao people had three times as many soldiers as the Jurchens. Even though they were at a disadvantage, they still tried their best to resist. The Jurchens rushed left and right for a long time, but then slowly retreated, leaving behind a pile of corpses.

As soon as the Jurchens retreated, the Liao army surged up like a tide, closing the gap that the Jurchens had opened.

All the generals stared blankly at the fierce battle at the foot of the mountain, with different expressions.

Yang Keshi gave a long sigh and said: "Jurchens are all cavalry, they all wear heavy armor, and they have crossbow arrows behind them to cover them, and they have three horses per person. Although their strength is small, they are like tigers and wolves... Their armor is excellent. , and well-trained, if this continues, Liaogou's army will be overwhelmed sooner or later."

Zhao Hao looked at the golden army at the foot of the mountain who looked like wolves and tigers and was covered in iron armor. He took a deep breath and asked in a low voice, "What if the white battalion soldiers meet with them?"

All the generals also turned their heads one after another, waiting for Yang Keshi's answer. After all, he is the commander-in-chief of the white pole soldiers of Megatron Xixia, and his words carry the most weight.

Yang Keshi didn't answer, but just stared down the mountain for a long, long time, before he said sadly: "If all the white battalion soldiers are equipped with divine arm crossbows, they may be able to fight, otherwise, I'm afraid they will not be the opponents of the elite Jurchens..."

He slowly stretched out his hand.Pointing at the foot of the mountain, he said, "Just retreating, unexpectedly launched an offensive again... Such physical strength and endurance are definitely not comparable to white stiles..."

Zhao Hao and the others looked up, and sure enough, they saw the Jurchen cavalry who had retreated, suddenly turned around, and charged again at the Liao army that was rushing up.

It is still the heavy armored cavalry with three horses and one man covered with iron armor. They hold spears or maces in front, and light cavalry hold bows and arrows and crossbows in the back. orderly.

However, the Liao people seemed to be desperate, and relying on the large number of people and the large number of cavalry, they finally repelled the Jurchens' iron cavalry again.

The sky gradually darkened, and finally, the Jurchen's cry of gold sounded from the foot of the mountain, and more than 3 Jurchens slowly retreated to the camp five or six miles away.

Everyone also let out a long breath.

Zhao Hao looked a little dejected, turned his head and asked Yang Keshi and Han Shizhong: "Jurchen, is it really invincible?"

Yang Keshi shook his head and said with a wry smile: "If it's a field battle, the general may not be able to fight against the enemy, so he can only fight defensively... However, the old gentleman has always used troops like a god, so maybe there is another good strategy."

Zhao Hao looked at Han Shizhong again, but saw that Han Shizhong was frowning, and suddenly seemed to relax again, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, he did not speak, but walked to his saddle, took off the water bag, and grumbled Drink water.

Zhao Hao felt relieved.

After all, King Han Qi and Yue Wumu are the nemesis of the Jin people, especially Yue Wumu, who once defeated [-] Jin soldiers with an army of [-] backs, breaking the so-called Jurchen's so-called "Jurchen is not satisfied with ten thousand, and ten thousand is invincible". myth.

In history, Yang Keshi, although he was also a famous general, ended up leading more than 2000 white pole soldiers in the battle with the Jin people, and the entire army was wiped out...

After Han Shizhong drank the water, he saw Zhao Hao looking towards him, hung the water bag on the side of the saddle again, and strode towards Zhao Hao.

Zhao Hao thought he was going to explain how to break the Jurchen's heavy cavalry, but who knew he was talking about something else.

"The emperor of the Jurchen, Wanyan Aguda is in the golden army on the opposite side, and I saw his golden tent!" Han Shizhong said with absolute certainty.

"What?" Zhao Hao was confused.

How could Wanyan Aguda appear here? Shouldn't it be in Huining Mansion, the capital of the Kingdom of Jin?
Seeing Zhao Hao's puzzled look, Han Shizhong added with certainty: "Such a big battle is about the national destiny of the two countries. Wanyan Aguda will definitely go to the imperial conquest. Among the Jurchens, only the emperor can use the golden tent, so it can't be wrong."

Fuck... I'm going all the way to Huining Mansion to talk to Wanyan Agu about the alliance between the two countries, but this fellow is actually at the foot of the mountain. If that's the case, why should I go to Huining Mansion?
"The Liao people will be defeated in this battle. If the Liao people are defeated and then go to visit, that old bone of Wanyan Aguda may not treat each other with courtesy... There will be a plan in the end. It can praise my Song Guowei and give the Jurchens a treat. Get off your horse, if you talk about the alliance with the Jurchen again, you will surely gain the upper hand!"

Zhao Hao's expression froze, he looked at Han Shizhong closely, and asked anxiously, "Is the plan going to come out?"

(End of this chapter)