The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

Suddenly there was a whining sound of horns, and a chill suddenly appeared on the battlefield filled with smoldering wolves.Zongwang on the top of the mountain commanded the Jurchen Tartars to line up. Yang Lin raised the binoculars and saw the black dragon flag moving around.

Behind him, several high-ranking generals all held up a long wooden binoculars and looked up the mountain.

The Black Dragon Banner was designed and produced after Aguda raised his army, and the Jurchen military flag was designed and made to be the national flag of the Kingdom of Jin, and vassal soldiers were not allowed to fly the Black Dragon Flag.In other words, the Jurchen main cavalry is gathering for battle.

Yang Lin, who was so nervous that his throat was so dry that it was smoking, spat dryly and cursed: "Damn it, it's started."

Chapter 438 It's Hard To Make Up For The General

In the big camp on the mountain, Zong Wang kept staring at the battlefield below the mountain, and there were several Jurchen Muke standing beside him.

"Zongwang, they can't beat the southern army, if they don't send an order to make those people at the foot of the mountain retreat, how much will they lose their lives?"

Wanyan Zongwang replied coldly: "How do you know if you don't try it? It doesn't matter how many of these people die? When we wipe out this group of soldiers and horses, the entire Southern Dynasty will be opened in front of us, Juzhen Erlang! At that time There are as many students as there are people, and there are so many southerners that they cannot be counted. I heard from Xi Yin that they have as many people as the Wanyan Department in a single state capital."

Pointing to a slightly flat foothill in the distance, Zong Wang said loudly: "Then put our son at that intersection, and let the main force of the Khitan barbarians in the camp make the final charge!"

After a sound of horns, the sound of hooves in the valley road was like thunder, and the horses neighed. The main force of the Liao vassals finally appeared.Smoke and dust billowed up, and the Khitan cavalry who were forced by Jurchen to turn around from the bend of the mountain suddenly seemed to come rolling in!

They have no other choice but to grit their teeth and rush forward, the hope of survival is extremely slim at this moment.All of them had ferocious faces, howling ghosts and wolves, not guarding against the rain of arrows at all, stepping on their spurs desperately, and put on a posture of rushing regardless of the collision!This desperate effort was nothing more than to induce Song Jun to shoot arrows early.You must know that even elite soldiers can't shoot three arrows against the enemy. When they are on the string, they may be able to charge a dozen steps more, and then cut across the formation at high speed, passing the front of the formation.While passing by.The rain of thousands of arrows will be sprinkled into the array of enemies in front of them, reaping their lives.

However, the cavalry rushing forward will also repeat this step.After more than ten rounds and dozens of rounds of arrow rain, generally speaking, the defensive array in front of them is already chaotic.When the formation collapses but is not dispersed, it is time to urge the horse to step into the formation.

This is the routine used by Huma from abroad to go south, and the general generals can't hold their breath, especially when they are going to battle, they are easy to get nervous when they are nervous.

The cavalry charged like thunder, and the distance of a hundred steps became seventy steps in a blink of an eye.The phalanx in front of them remained motionless.Behind the iron pockets, the soldiers looked as determined as ever in the face of the cavalry cavalry swarming like a pack of wolves.

Among the Khitan people who were forced to a distance of seventy steps amidst the sound of smoke and hooves, many of them had gone south to plunder and fight the Song army, but they did not wait for the expected rain of arrows.As the phalanx like the iron wall got closer and closer, under the fluttering red-tasseled military hats, the indifferent eyes of the soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty in the Southern Dynasty made the Khitan cavalry rushing in front burn their lips and tongues. An ominous premonition!

Suddenly, the shield moved away, and ballistas full of arrows were facing them.

These ballistas are all tiny arrows, densely packed with "bullet holes". A ballista can fire more than [-] arrows with one click.In the early years of the Song Dynasty, there was a lack of war horses. In order to deal with the foreign cavalry who came and went like the wind, the army could only use a large number of bowmen to fight, and the crossbow became the main weapon of the infantry in the Northern Song Dynasty.

The moment the shield was opened, thousands of arrows were fired, and the dense rain of arrows fell overwhelmingly. Countless arrow clusters and sharp feather arrows fell on the people and horses, splashing blood and flowers, and there was a scene of people screaming and screaming. The sound of calling!The armor on the Liao soldiers had been stripped off by the Jurchen Tartars long ago. The Jurchens love armor like life, relying on their physical strength and strength, they often wear several layers of back armor when they are in battle. Not even a little bit of them, but increased fear.

They themselves have thick armor, and these Khitan soldiers rushing into the formation are unlucky. The dense rain of arrows is not very powerful. In order to increase the number of shots shot to the extreme, the people of Song Dynasty inevitably sacrificed some power, but there is no use for shooting. Armored Khitan vassals couldn't be more suitable.

The charging cavalry paused, and soon they stabbed with spears again, followed by slashing with swords and shields.And the ballista in the formation had been pushed down long ago, replaced with a new type of mountain, ready for battle.

Zong Wang saw that they really couldn't break through the Song army's armor formation, so he was not annoyed, and waved his hands: "You guys go up!"

The sound of horns sounded three times in a row, and it was extremely desolate and far away. On a hot day, the Jurchen Tartars in hind armor curled up as hard as they could, urging the best Liao horses on their crotches to the fastest speed.

Yang Lin wiped his sweat nervously, thumped the railing of the observation car, and said, "Good time!"

To deal with the Jurchen cavalry, the special ballista finally appeared in front of the Tartars for the first time, which was specially prepared for the Jurchen field battle.After Xu Shuwei brought his group of cronies and friends to Youyan, they liked to invent and create in Bianliang. They even tried a glider in Kaifeng Mansion, and indirectly pissed off the originator of Neo Confucianism.Scattered, they are a group of doers and scientists, and when gathered together, they are even more capable of doing things. The war in Youyan is in full swing, so they pooled their wisdom and devoted themselves to making these sharp weapons.

There are about three crossbow arrows on each of these ballistas. The ballista is used as the gate, and the crossbow on the bed is as big as the ballista chisel. One arrow can shoot several people, and three arrows can shoot hundreds of steps.

The launch scale of this crossbow bed is not enough, but the three thick and long crossbow bolts are even the size of ordinary red-tasseled spears.

These huge "arrows" even made a sharp sound of piercing through the air, and the thick and long wooden poles were slightly twisted. At a distance of seventy steps, they still had enough power to shoot through the heavily armored Jurchen Tartars.The Jurchen Mouk, who took the lead, opened his mouth and screamed in horror. An arrow as thick as a long spear, which he had never seen before, was inserted into his mouth. A cluster of three-edged arrows protruded from the back of his head with bloody flowers, red Bai Xiangjia's brain blood splashed!Amidst the smoke and dust, there was the sound of people shouting and neighing.At that time, the strongest Jurchen heavy cavalry in the world, I don't know how many people were shot off their horses.

Even though there were heavy casualties, the remaining Jurchen elite cavalry still rushed forward with a posture of not fearing death.

The ballista was left where no one cared about it, and the soldiers picked up their weapons and rushed forward one after another.Although the fight was bloody, everyone knew that the real contest had just begun.

Wanyan Zongwang easily rode his horse and stood on the mountain, wearing a sable hat and iron armor, four small braids hanging down his temples, and a pair of small cold eyes on Dabing's face stared at the battlefield expressionlessly.

The Jurchen iron cavalry, more than a hundred cavalry scattered over, is already a remarkable scale.Generally, the Jurchens don't need these troops to go to war. When they attacked the Liao Dynasty, the Nuzhen who shot to death on the way to the battle today was very determined, so they could capture a large state of Khitan by themselves.In the past, the Song people would have laughed at their old rival Khitan, but when news of the Hebei war came, the Song people's resistance was obviously not as good as that of the Great Khitan.

The rushing heavy cavalry collided with the sword and shield hand, and the strongest spear in the world pierced the thickest shield, and the armor formation of the Song army was in chaos.

It only took one round to smash my armor formation?Yang Lin clenched his fists tightly, and he didn't feel his nails piercing his flesh.It's a pity that you broke through my armor formation, and you can't beat it!Yang Lin confidently waited for the next hand-to-hand fight.

At this time, a long horn sounded in the valley.Yang Lin was shocked and turned to look up.In the smoke and dust, teams of heavily armored infantry fighters have already left the gate of the village.Along the charging road of the cavalry, there was a dense queue, with long spears and halberds, strong bows and crossbows, all of which stood out.Under the black banner, such an array of Jurchen heavy armored infantry fighters slowly moved down like an iron wall.

Fishermen and hunters who are good at fighting in the field are also different from grassland nomads. Their infantry has never been weaker than humans.

They have been following the cavalry all the time, and it was only now that the cavalry scattered and fought chaotically, and the Song army was able to see the whole picture.These Jurchen soldiers are thick and strong, with fierce eyes, and the heavy iron armor of the Liao people on their bodies, making these Jurchen soldiers look like iron cans.

"Hu Yantong!" Yang Lin shouted.

Hu Yantong, the only hero sent by Han Shizhong, pulled the reins violently, his horse stood up tall, neighed long and loudly, and raised his gun under the lookout car and said loudly: "The last general is here."

"Two-winged cavalry, if you don't go to the battle, when will you wait!"

"Today he is the strong Jurchen Tartar, and tomorrow he will be the strong Jurchen Tartar. The ears of those who listen are blocked. No one in the world dares to fight. I call Yantong, dare to fight!"

Hu Yantong gritted his teeth, raised his spear to the sky, and brought [-] soldiers from the northwest with him from Han Shizhong, and rushed up from both sides of the battlefield.They have been battle-hardened for a long time, and their aggressiveness is hard to change. Even in the Western Army, which is known for its lax military discipline, they are also a group of thorns.But there is no denying that they can fight. There are [-] daredevils under the city of Zhuozhou, and [-] soldiers under the Taining Mountains.So what about overthrowing Daliao, with one against a hundred?I just want to let you know today that in addition to my thickest shield, Da Song also has sharp blades and sharp knives that can attack.

The sound of fighting caused a buzzing in his ears, and Yang Lin wanted to close his eyes for a while, but it was difficult to close them.

Zongwang finally put away the indifference and disdain on his face, stepped forward and raised his body slightly, raising his eyes to look at the battlefield below the mountain.

Although the Jurchen armor formation is not as changeable as the Great Song Dynasty, it is as hard as a city wall.Hu Yantong led his troops to attack from left to right, not taking any advantage, sweat was dripping from his body, and the spear in his hand was not as good as it used to be.

Finally, a gap appeared in the throat of a Jurchen soldier. Hu Yantong pierced a bloody hole the size of a bowl, and the mount under his crotch was panting violently and flying with all four hooves. half an hour.

Hu Yantong only felt a mouthful of blood rolling in his chest, and he couldn't help roaring out. A Jurchen general in front of him stared coldly at this Song general who had overthrown several others.

"Bird Tartar!" Hu Yantong stepped forward with his gun held out, his eyes were about to split open, and his body was fighting with the instinctive inertia.

This Jurchen general, Pu Jianu, has frightening eyes. He has repeatedly made great achievements in the campaign against Liao, and his power in the Kingdom of Jin is probably still higher than that of Xi Yin for the time being.Holding a meteor hammer in his hand, he smashed away a sneak attacking Song army. His horse was also a divine horse. With a long hiss, all four hooves flew into the air, and leaped towards this side.

Hu Yantong didn't know how powerful he was, so he raised his gun to catch it, his throat felt hot, and he felt a mouthful of blood rushing up, but he clenched his teeth tightly, only letting the blood seep out from the corner of his mouth.The spear broke into two pieces, Hu Yantong took the opportunity to dodge the fatal blow, Pu Jianu only thought that he was the same as the previous enemy generals, and it would be difficult for him to withstand the power of this blow.Since the start of the war, he has rarely encountered opponents due to the tyrannical force.The products produced in the extremely cold place are all nourishing foods, and these Jurchen nobles can eat venison, and they have been exercising since they were young. At the beginning of the founding of the Jin Kingdom, several generals were extremely brave.

Seeing that everyone was a Pujia slave with a hammer, he was careless this time, and without a word, Yantong turned around from the horse's back and stabbed him in the ribs with the two lances in his hand.

"You still want to beat me to death?" Hu Yantong tried his best to straighten up on the horse's back, and laughed loudly, but with the laughter, all he spouted was blood foam.

In the distance, the furious Jurchen Tartars shot arrows with their bows. General Song killed Pu Jianu, making the Jurchens howl like crazy.

Hu Yantong waved two truncated spears to block, hurriedly hid to the side of the horse, and fell to the ground with an arrow in the calf.Several Song soldiers erected their shields, protected him with cat waists, and retreated while fighting.

Zong Wang's face was livid, and he ordered fiercely: "Retreat!"

The sound of compact horns sounded, and the Jurchen heavy armored infantry slowly gathered in the formation, still maintaining a square formation like a wall, and retreated down the mountain without any disorder.The army horses that rushed out one by one returned to the formation one by one.

Song Bing, who bit the pursuer, was too close to reveal his flaws, and was shot down by their arrows.

Wanyan Zongwang's hatred was overwhelming, his troops were too small, Xi Yinnan went down and distributed more than half of his troops.Although there is no sign of defeat at the moment, but he can't afford to die if he consumes it.

He originally thought that one Jurchen soldier could exchange for ten Song soldiers, but after fighting for so long, the attrition was only slightly superior, so Zong Wang could only withdraw his troops and return to the camp.Ten thousand Khitan vassal soldiers died, and he didn't feel bad at all, but the death of Jurchen soldiers was less than a thousand, which had already touched Zongwang's bottom line.On the mountain road, corpses and bloodstains are everywhere.All kinds of strong and distorted corpses are almost all Khitan vassal soldiers and horses and servants of various ethnic groups.

"Want to retreat?" Yang Lin turned his head and shouted to the flag bearer, "We rounded up and outflanked the camp, trapping this mountain for me! I'll let him see what it means to have so many people."

Surrounding Zongwang and forcing Xi Yin to come back was the only way Yang Lin could think of.But he didn't know that Xi Yin, who was unable to control the wild horse, couldn't stop the car, even if he wanted to come back, it was too late.