Fenghou

"Fenghou" Author: Gao Yue

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"What you can't get on the battlefield, don't expect to get it at the negotiating table."

The Battle of Fuping in the fourth year of Jianyan was a strategic decisive battle for Song and Jin to compete for Shaanxi and even the northwest.

A few years later, when the Song and Jin Dynasty negotiated peace, the west was finally bounded by the Dasan Pass and the Qinling Mountains, and Shaanxi and the northwest were lost, all because of this.

When a soul from the afterlife awakens in the battle of Fuping.

Everything is different.

Volume [-] West Army Rookie

Chapter 1 Survival

It's still raining.

Chen Qing reached out to catch a little rainwater, washed away the brains and pus and blood covering his eyes, and used all his strength to lift off the corpses on his body, and crawled out from the pile of corpses.

He was dizzy and his legs were weak, but Chen Qing still gritted his teeth and stood up.

"Where am I?"

Chen Qing only remembers the moment when the drug dealer's truck hit him...

But now?Gray rain and fog shrouded the land, surrounded by endless mountains of corpses and seas of blood, underfoot were countless stumped limbs and severed heads, and white brains flowed all over the ground.

The corpses of people and horses were intertwined, bloody and bloody, layered on top of each other, and it was impossible to distinguish between people and horses.

Blood and rain were mixed together, viscera piled up all over the floor, intestines hanging from broken weapons, even the rain couldn't dilute it, permeating the world... that unbearable stench.

Not far away, a horse with a severed front leg was lying in a pool of blood, looking sadly at Chen Qing.

Chen Qing couldn't believe what he saw, could it be... This is hell?

"Chen Wuchang, save me!"

A low voice came from behind.

Chen Qing turned his head, and in the middle of a pile of criss-crossed corpses, a thin hand was exposed and moved slightly.

Chen Qing hurriedly moved the corpses, he didn't know where the strength came from, he actually dragged the body of a war horse away, and tried to move the three corpses away, he was panting heavily, and couldn't even straighten his waist.

The caller for help was a teenager with a face of sixteen or seventeen years old, lying helplessly in a pool of blood like a sheep about to be slaughtered.

Seeing the boy's body, Chen Qing's heart sank into an abyss.

The boy was actually pierced by a spear from the lower abdomen and nailed to the ground.

The boy was dying, and his voice became lower and lower, "Captain, save me!"

He actually called himself Corporal Chief, Chen Qing suddenly realized that this is not hell, this is a battlefield...

Chen Qing quickly shook the boy's hand and shouted: "Tell me first, what year is it now, and where am I?"

The young man's weak eyes suddenly brightened, and there was a flash of surprise. This was his last chance of life. At the moment of returning to the light, he struggled to utter four words: "Jianyan four years..."

"what!"

Chen Qing was stunned. In the fourth year of Jianyan, didn't the Northern Song Dynasty just perish?

"Hold on, hold on!"

Chen Qing slowly carried the boy out of the pile of corpses, the boy's head drooped limply, and he was already not breathing.

……

Mud and plasma were mixed together, step by step, Chen Qing used a broken spear as a crutch, stumbling and walking among the corpses.

At this time, there was a neighing of a war horse behind him.

Looking back, in the misty rain and fog, a cavalryman appeared dozens of steps away, wearing iron armor, a hat on his head that was turned upside down like two banana peels, and two horns.

He had a long knife on his waist, a spear in his hand, and a sharp ax on his back. His cold eyes penetrated the rain and fog, like a leopard who found its prey, cold and fierce.

There were more than a dozen human heads hanging under the horse's neck and on both sides of the saddle. The tall horse spewed out white air, and its thick iron hooves beat the ground.

Chen Qing suddenly understood that this must be the Jurchen cavalry.

He turned around and fled, but the Jurchen cavalry screamed sharply and came after them on horseback.

After a while, Chen Qing was overtaken by war horses, and the Jurchen cavalry showed a grin on their faces, raised their spears high, and stabbed fiercely at his back.

This is not the first time Chen Qing has killed people. He has faced vicious drug lords countless times. He has the calmness of a mountain and the acumen of a cheetah.

With a flash of his body, he rolled over backwards, avoiding the thunderous stab of the Jurchen cavalry.

The Jurchen cavalry pierced the air with a spear, using too much force, only to hear 'click! ’ With a sound, the spear pierced into the iron scale armor of the corpse of a Song army general.

The Jurchen cavalry stabbed back with their spears, but unexpectedly the spearhead was caught by the iron scale armor.

Opportunities come in an instant, and if you don't seize them, they will be lost in an instant. Chen Qing seized this opportunity, picked up half of the spear and stabbed fiercely.

The rain and fog blurred the Jurchen cavalry's peripheral vision, and he didn't notice or realize that the prey was coming back.

'puff! '

The sharp spear pierced the Jurchen cavalry's iron armor and pierced his lower back.

The Jurchen cavalry screamed, turned their horses and fled, and disappeared in the gray rain and fog in a moment.

Chen Qing was also completely exhausted, sitting on his buttocks in the muddy water, every muscle in his body was aching, the pain made his whole body convulse...

After resting for half an hour, my physical strength recovered a little.

Chen Qing stood up, turned the headless general's body over, and peeled off the iron scale armor from his body.

Chen Qing took off the heavy leather armor on his body, wiped off the rain on his face, and carefully put on the iron scale armor.

In fact, the effects of the two kinds of armor in close combat are similar, neither can protect the neck and head, but the iron scale armor can give him a little more sense of security.

Chen Qing took out a pack of dry biscuits from the general's arms, and stuffed them into his arms.

He also saw a bronze medal on the opponent's waist, and tore it off as well.

'Woo—'

Suddenly there was the sound of antlers in the distance, and Chen Qing felt the figure of the cavalry swaying in the distance. He was startled and fled to the north.

……

When it was almost dawn, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Chen Qing finally walked out of the battlefield.

At this time, Chen Qing accidentally met four soldiers of the Song Army who survived like him.

The four looked at Chen Qing uneasily, the iron scale armor on Chen Qing made the other party misunderstand.

The misunderstanding is not important, what is important is that they really need a leader.

"Call me Chen Yuhou!"

Chen Qing's tone was calm. He didn't understand the military system of the Song Dynasty, so he could only remember that there was Lu Yuhou in "Water Margin", who seemed to be a low-level general.

"Chen Yuhou, where should we go?"

The four drenched soldiers looked at him eagerly.

"I'm a bit confused, where are we now?"

"In Fuping County!"

The 'Battle of Fuping' flashed across Chen Qing's mind like lightning.

In the fourth year of Jianyan, Jin soldiers attacked Sichuan and Shaanxi. 20 Song troops fought a decisive battle with tens of thousands of Jin soldiers led by Wanyan Loushi in Fuping County, Guanzhong. The Song army was defeated and tens of thousands of soldiers died in battle.

They are the survivors among tens of thousands of fallen soldiers.

Chen Qing suddenly realized that he should go south, but it was wrong to go north. The main force of the Song army was retreating in the direction of Sichuan.

But at this moment, he couldn't help himself, and there were several low-pitched antler horns not far away, and they were discovered by the Jurchen sentry cavalry.

"Come on!"

Chen Qing took four Song soldiers and ran to a forest in the north.

Three Jurchen sentry cavalry came galloping from the side, with ferocious faces and murderous looks, holding sharp axes, the distance was getting closer and closer. They were more than 100 steps away from the woods, but the cavalry was only [-] steps away from them .

"Don't run away!" Chen Qing shouted and stopped.

"Anyway, I'm going to die, why not fight them!"

He waved his spear and roared, "Kill—"

Without hesitation, Chen Qingyi rushed towards the Jurchen cavalry who were coming to kill him.

The four Song Army soldiers were shocked by Chen Qing's determination, and the oldest soldier suddenly raised his spear and shouted: "Fight with them!"

Four Song soldiers also rushed up.

The sentinel cavalry were the elite scouts of the Jurchen army. The three cavalrymen were all big-bodied and well-versed in martial arts. They were especially good at horseback riding and archery. Unfortunately, the rain was so heavy that the bow strings were soaked and softened by the rain, so the cavalrymen could not use bows and arrows.

The head of the Jurchen cavalry saw several remnants of the Song army rushing towards him. With arrogance on his face, he sneered, put away his sharp axe, took off his spear, speeded up his horse, and stabbed at each other with a spear.

Chen Qing rushed in front of him, but he suddenly disappeared. The Jurchen cavalry pierced the air with a spear, and suddenly there was a sharp pain under his right rib, which pierced his heart. With a scream, the Jurchen cavalry turned over and fell off the horse.

Before he landed, Chen Qing pierced his temple with a spear in the air, and the Jurchen cavalry was stabbed to death on the spot.

With a wave of his spear, Chen Qing faced another Jurchen cavalryman.

The morale of the four soldiers of the Song Army was greatly boosted, and they besieged a Jurchen cavalry. In just a moment, the horse was stabbed and the Jurchen cavalry was overturned to the ground.

The Jurchen cavalry, who were fighting fiercely with Chen Qing, saw that the situation was not good, turned their horses and fled, and at the same time blew the horn for help.

"Woo! Woo!"

With a wave of his arm, Chen Qing threw out the spear. The spear drew a parabola and pierced the enemy's body from behind.

The wonderful blow made the four soldiers cheer with excitement.

Suddenly, the sound of the answering horn came from the south, and the horse that had just been captured broke free from Liu Wu's hand and ran towards the sound of the horn.

"Yuhou, they are coming!" Zhao Xiaoyi shouted in fear, pointing to the distance.

In the vast rain and fog, hundreds of Jurchen cavalry came rushing from the south, their momentum was frightening.

"Run!"

Chen Qing threw down his spear and ran towards the woods with four of his men.

Chapter 2 Backlash

A moment later, a hundred Jurchen sentry cavalry rushed to the front, and the headed centurion, Yan Shulie, looked at the three soldiers who had been killed and was furious.

A senior officer faintly recognized the back of the leader of the Song Army soldier, who seemed to be the one who stabbed him yesterday, and the flames of hatred ignited in his heart.

"Mouk, let the humble officials behead them."

"Leave none, kill them all!"

"Follow me!"

The head of the Jurchen cavalry ordered his men to carry short throwing spears. He rode his horse and led nine cavalrymen under him to gallop wildly, chasing the fleeing soldiers of the Song army.

Chen Qing led the crowd into the woods, hatred drove Jurchen Shichang to ignore the pain, and led his men into the woods, chasing after him.

A short spear 'whoosh! 'The ground shot over Chen Qing's head and stuck it in the big tree in front of him.

"Ah!" Li Huan, the youngest, screamed.

He was pierced through the back by a short spear, and was nailed to the ground alive. The Jurchen cavalry rushed to kill him. With a wave of the battle ax, Li Huan's head was chopped off, and became the trophy of the Jurchen cavalry.

"Follow me!"

Chen Qing gritted his teeth and ran wildly, running in the woods in a zigzag shape, throwing off the iron scale armor while running.

Li Huan's leather armor couldn't stop the opponent's blow, and his iron scale armor couldn't stop it either, and it took a lot of energy to wear it.