Song Mingyue

Chapter 186

Han Shizhong said in a deep voice: "When Liaogou and Jingou are in a stalemate, charge out again and go straight to the commander of Liaogou's army, behead the general and capture the flag, then Liaogou will be defeated. In this way, you can break [-] with three hundred. Put the flag of the Song Dynasty on the battle position of the Liao and Jin Dynasties, and the two armies of the Liao and Jin will be shocked, and the golden dog will not dare to underestimate the young master and the Song Dynasty!"

Zhao Hao looked at Han Shizhong with a face full of shock, his heart turned like a stormy sea. If it wasn't for the famous King Han Qi on the opposite side, he might have thought that this guy was talking crazy.

Three hundred thousand breaks one hundred thousand, which is a kind of visual sense of filming an anti-Japanese drama. With 10 people, each mouthful of saliva can spray 300 people to death.

Although there are legends in history that Zhang Liao broke [-] with [-], and Yue Fei broke [-] with [-] back Wei, but I really can't believe it when it falls on me.

Could it be that I'm really the one-in-a-thousand hero, three million breaks one hundred thousand, but I want to break the highest record in history...

It took him a long time to suppress the excitement in his heart, and he turned his head slowly, looking at the densely packed Liao army at the foot of the mountain, and asked to himself, "How about three hundred thousand breaking one hundred thousand?"

Han Shizhong looked serious, and said: "Although the Liao army has a large army of [-], the rear army is all miscellaneous soldiers, auxiliary soldiers, old, weak, sick and disabled, and the elite divisions are all in the forefront. We are the elite of the Song Dynasty, and we are also cavalry. If the enemy army is caught off guard, it will certainly collapse and dare not stop it... If the Liao army still has the strength to fight, the Jurchens would have been defeated long ago!"

"Furthermore, even if the former army of the Liao army is desperately resisting the Jurchen's iron cavalry, it is at the end of its strength. Once distracted, it will surely be defeated. This battle looks dangerous, but it is actually taking advantage of everything. Don't worry, my lord."

Zhao Hao was completely moved.

Speaking of which, neither the Liao people nor the Jurchens are good birds. Now that they don’t have the strength to kill both parties, being able to kill the Liao people can be regarded as a solution to the family feud of more than a hundred years; secondly, the Jurchens see victory in sight, so Defeating the Liao army in a surprise attack can be regarded as stealing the fruits of the Jurchen's victory and playing a trick on the Jurchens; third, I came here to send the Jurchen envoys. Second, if you break the [-] Liao army with [-], you will be able to frighten the Jurchens, and you will have more confidence in the negotiation; A grand event that shines through the history, not only will his name last forever, but also will inject a boost to the Song people who lack blood and courage. In this way, their reputation will be greatly increased, which will definitely be of great benefit to their future success!
Such a good thing that kills four birds with one stone, I did it!

Zhao Hao immediately called Yang Keshi, Liang Hongyu, Fang Baihua, Lu Zhishen, Wu Song and others to discuss the matter, and it was unanimously approved.

Even a seasoned and prudent general like Yang Keshi agreed after much deliberation, but he added a condition: "Swords and arrows have no eyes, you just need to watch the battle on the mountain."

All the generals agreed.

Zhao Hao's face was pulled down, and he said coldly: "If I stand on the sidelines, how can the Jurchens look down on me? How can I negotiate the covenant with the Jurchens?"

Everyone was speechless, and immediately stopped trying to dissuade them. They sat on the ground at the top of the hill, formed a circle, and began to discuss the specific details.

At this moment, Zhao Hao's mind suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and when he remembered something, he suddenly laughed and said, "The old man is really a god!"

While everyone was wondering, Zhao Hao ran to his saddle, took out something from the bag hanging beside the saddle, and said with a smile: "If you wear this thing and make a ferocious sound when charging, it can deter the enemy. Courage, the effect of the surprise attack is better."

It was an extremely ugly mask, painted with a green-faced fangs and a ferocious ghost, which made people daunting and dare not look at it directly. It was the mask given by Teacher Zhong Dao that day.

Zhao Hao put the mask on his face. He was originally a handsome and handsome young man, but his face suddenly became ferocious and sinister. Even though his figure was still like a jade tree facing the wind, his whole person looked extremely strange and evil...

Seeing Zhao Hao's appearance, Fang Baihua couldn't help but chuckle, picked up a piece of dirt, and threw it at Zhao Hao: "Where is the monster, watch!"

Everyone was speechless for a while, but there was a bit of ambiguity in their eyes... This lady is the only one who dares to be so rude to the young master.

However, everyone naturally agreed with Zhao Hao's opinion.

At the time of Wuhu Chaohua, Wu Mourning Heavenly King Ran Min used 20 soldiers to paint their faces and bodies in colorful colors like monsters, scaring the Xianbei army out of their wits, smashing Xianbei's [-] troops, and beheading more than [-] people.

The rear troops of the Liao army were originally old, weak, sick and disabled, miscellaneous soldiers and auxiliary soldiers. They were already difficult to resist and vulnerable to elite cavalry. However, Zhao Hao and his party were originally a surprise attack, and suddenly came from behind the Liao army. Killing, if you demonize it like this again, there will be unexpected effects.

Everyone has discussed and decided, it can be seen that it is getting late, and it is approaching midsummer at this time, the temperature at night is not low, more than [-] people, except for the Jinyiwei on duty, the rest are resting on the spot, preparing for tomorrow's big battle.

A battle that will last forever!
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woohoo~
dong dong dong~
Early the next morning, the sky was just getting brighter, and the sound of war drums and horns at the foot of the mountain woke up Song Jun from his sleep.

The Jurchens were indeed resistant to tossing, and their physical strength and endurance were almost unparalleled in the world. They had just fought for a day yesterday, and they mobilized their iron cavalry early in the morning to launch a fierce attack on the Liao army.

The Song army on the mountain, how could they dare to be negligent, they hurriedly got up and packed up their weapons, armor and horses, ate dry food with clear water in a hurry, and fed the horses with bread and water... In such a life-and-death battle, the horses are equivalent to half of the cavalry Naturally, let the horse eat better.

By the time all the soldiers of the Song army had packed up and entered the fighting state, the battle between the Liao army and the Jin army at the foot of the mountain had entered a fierce battle.

The sound of shouting and killing, the sound of war drums, the sound of horns, the sound of screams, the sound of scolding, the neighing of horses and the collision of weapons, all come together like a symphony from ghosts and monsters.

In this battle, the Liao people can't lose, and the Jurchens can't lose either... The Jurchens are determined to win this battle if they want to sweep the world, and the Liao people hate the Jurchens for burning, killing and looting the land of Liao, and they are all furious.

Seeing the two armies below the mountain fighting in full swing, the Song army on the mountain was also eager to try, but they were suppressed by Yang Keshi, Han Shizhong and others and were not allowed to move lightly.

The two armies fought for more than half an hour. Where the black shadow of the Jurchen army met the red shadow of the Liao army, layers of blood mist arose. Across the ground, but still continue to fight forward.

Finally, with the sound of a desolate horn, the Jurchens retreated again and rode back. The Liao army, which was already on the verge of collapse, surged up again.

The two sides lined up to prepare for the next bloody battle.

Only this time, the Jurchens rested for a long time, and there was no movement for half an hour.

Under the banner of the Central Army of the Liao Army, a middle-aged general in full armor, with an extremely burly figure and a mighty face, is sitting on an eight-foot-high horse, looking at the Jurchen opposite, with an extremely dignified expression .

This person is the Liao army commander, Yelu Yu saw, Liao Kingdom Jinwuwei General, Donglu Dutong, a famous general in the last years of the Liao Kingdom.

Looking up to the left and right, I saw low morale all around, people and horses were exhausted, panting and wailing were heard endlessly, and some people whispered that it would be better to withdraw the troops.

"The state affairs have come to this point, this time... I'm afraid I won't be able to make it through." Yeluyu saw a burst of sadness in his heart.

At this moment, the silent Jurchen soldiers and horses who had been standing in line on the opposite side suddenly moved.

The sun rises in the east, and the sky is full of dawn.

An old Jurchen man, dressed in a white robe, with oak hair hanging down his shoulders, straddled a nine-foot dark cloud horse, surrounded by a group of Jurchen generals in iron armor, slowly came to the Jurchen formation Before.

In an instant, the Jurchens became a sensation. They raised their knives and guns together and shouted loudly. The voice was so passionate and passionate that it almost shook the sky.

"Wan Yan Aguda!"

On the top of the mountain, Yang Keshi and others were also watching the movement of the Jurchens from a distance, and when they saw the man in white, they couldn't help but whispered.

Wanyan Aguda, the First Emperor of the Jurchens, the invincible God of War who swept the world!
When Zhao Hao saw this person, his expression also became agitated... What the hell, what are you being so arrogant, one day, your whole family will be made to surrender to the Han people as slaves!
Wanyan Aguda on Wuyunju waved his hand slightly, and the turbulent whistling sound immediately quieted down until it became silent.

Wanyan Aguda's voice resounded leisurely, like a bell, extremely thick and powerful.

"Warriors from the White Mountains and Black Waters, the good men of the Jurchen tribe, who doesn't want to fight to the death, whose name will last through the ages, and who will be honored for thousands of years after death? What death is more glorious, more gorgeous, and more glorious than this kind of death?"

"For more than a hundred years, we have domesticated Costinus for the Khitan people, and paid tribute to them mink fur, pearls, ginseng, BMW, and beeswax... We live like pigs and dogs. Isn't the Khitan people humiliating us enough? Don't you Do you want your children and grandchildren to continue to be slaves of the Khitan people?"

"Today, the warriors who died under Mount Tribulus are the glory and pride of the Jurchens. They died worthy and magnificent! We cannot let their blood flow in vain!"

"After this battle, we can move our troops southward. The Mobei Grassland with abundant water and grass and the rich Youyan Plain belong to our Jurchens! Millions of Khitan people are your slaves, and they are at your disposal; Thousands of Khitan women are your beauties, you can enjoy them as much as you want! From then on, you don’t have to worry about having no food for the winter when the grass is withered; you don’t have to worry about the strong wind and snow blowing away or crushing your tents; Worry about the wild beasts taking your cattle and sheep! You are the masters of the land in the south, high above you, accepting service, stretching out your hands for your clothes, opening your mouth for your food, your honor is boundless!"

Wanyan Aguda's passionate and provocative language soon shocked all the Jurchens. This group of beast-like Jurchens stared at Wanyan Aguda with bright eyes. I only saw a shadow, but it was like seeing a god, with infinite piety.

Finally, after Wanyan Aguda finished his impassioned speech, a voice like the roaring of the sea sounded in front of him, shaking the heavens and the earth!

"Long live Your Majesty!"

"Long live Your Majesty!"

"Long live Your Majesty!"

Facing the hunting morning wind and the bloody morning sun, Wanyan Aguda took a deep breath, drew out his saber, and pointed it straight at the sky: "Take up your sabers and guns, and deliver a fatal blow to the Khitans, killing the glory of our Jurchens!" and proud!"

The [-] Jurchen soldiers couldn't suppress the excitement in their hearts, with swords and guns in their hands like a forest, and the roar was like overwhelming mountains: "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

The flag waved, and [-] Jurchens, furious, rushed out and launched a blow to the Liao army.

At the same time, Yeluyu, under the banner of the Central Army of the Liao Army, saw that this would be a decisive fight and there was no way out, so he also waved the banner, preparing to fight the Jurchens to the death.

The sound of shouting and killing and the sound of war drums soared into the sky, and the two streams of people rushed towards each other like huge waves, and then stirred up a layer of blood mist that soared into the sky.

A desperate battle begins.

Just when the two sides were killing the sun and the moon, and the blood was raining all over the sky, a drastic change happened.

Yeluyu saw that the army behind him was in chaos suddenly, and a howling sound like howling ghosts and wolves pierced through the sky, which was terrifying.

Countless soldiers screamed: "Ghosts are coming, ghosts are coming..."

Seeing this, Yeluyu's expression changed drastically.

A fine cavalry with hundreds of people seemed to fall from the sky, rushing into the rear of the Liao army like a whirlwind.

(End of this chapter)