Fenghou

"Humble job will go all out!"

"very good!"

Wanyan Huonu turned her sharp gaze to Li Boliang, "Are you the county magistrate?"

Li Boliang had already heard the murderous name of Wanyan Huonu, he said in horror: "The humble post is Li Boliang, the county magistrate!"

"Prepare [-] sheep and [-] shi of grain for the army before noon, and the whole family will be beheaded a moment later!"

Li Boliang felt that his crotch was hot, and he was so scared that he peed out.

Wanyan Huonu didn't care about him, and ordered Xiao Yantuo: "Lead the way ahead, go to Qilin Village!"

"Follow the order!"

Xiao Yantuo led [-] cavalry to lead the way, followed by [-] troops, marching towards the Qilin Village...

Li Boliang's legs went limp and he was on the verge of falling, his staff member Du Jin hurriedly supported him, "Your Majesty, please take care!"

Li Boliang wanted to cry without tears: "Where can I find [-] sheep in one morning? There is only [-] shi of grain in the county warehouse, and I will be killed!"

"Your Majesty, there must be many people who have sheep, so we can only search from door to door. If there are not so many sheep, we can use pigs and cattle to top them up, or use chickens, ducks and geese to make up the number. Get it together, it should work out."

Li Boliang thought about it, and he suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "Let Qiao's livestock go bankrupt and buy sheep, and that bastard surnamed Wang, just say he is a spy of the Song Army, arrest him and behead him for public display!"

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In the room of the army stronghold, several generals gathered together.

Chen Qing said to everyone: "The main force of the Golden Army has arrived. There are about 7000 to [-] people. Now we need to make a decision. Whether to fight the Golden Army or save our strength and evacuate first, I want to hear everyone's opinions."

Yang Hua raised her hand and said, "I discussed this issue with my brothers last night, and they all agreed that they would rather die in battle than run away."

"Xin Dutou, where are you?"

Dutou Xinlie smiled and said: "Jin Bing really thinks highly of us. He sent six to seven thousand people here. If we don't play with them, I'm really sorry for them."

"What about Zheng Ping's opinion?" Chen Qing asked the capital again, Zheng Ping.

Zheng Ping smiled slightly: "This is a good deal, all I know is that we will never lose money!"

The other two leaders also unanimously expressed their willingness to fight the enemy and never withdraw!

Everyone had the same opinion, and it was within Chen Qing's expectation. After the crowd dispersed, Lieutenant General Yang Yuanqing reminded Chen Qing: "Although brothers are willing to fight to the death, this is only their wish. As the chief general, the general must remain rational."

After Yang Yuanqing left, Chen Qing turned around and looked into the distance. His mind had never been so clear as it is now. He needed thousands of Jurchen corpses to sharpen his sword of the famous Song Dynasty general.

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"Ugh-"

The horn of Qilin Village sounded, and more than 400 soldiers of the Song Army quickly assembled.

Chen Qing stood on a big rock, looking at the young faces.

He turned his head and pointed at the mountain, and said loudly to the soldiers: "Everyone knows that we can retreat to Jingyuan Road after crossing the mountain. A large number of enemy troops are coming, so should we retreat? We want to retreat, but not now, and the battle will not last." That's called withdrawing, leaving without fighting, that's not called withdrawing, that's called fleeing!"

Chen Qing took a deep breath, and continued: "Our Song army fled too much without fighting. Hebei fled watching the wind, and the 10,000+ army by the Yellow River fled after hearing the drum, and even the Jin soldiers killed Jiangnan. The imperial court thought of fleeing, but we Can I not escape today?

This land is ours. We use our lives and blood to defend this land left by our ancestors. I want to show the Jurchens that there is still a Song army that is not afraid of them, even if we only have 500 people, even if we face Dozens of times the number of enemy troops, we still have to fight, resist, and defend our dignity with blood. We can evacuate after a bloody battle, but we will never run away! "

Chen Qing raised his arms and shouted, "Brothers, if we don't run away today, we will kill the Jurchen Tartars!"

The blood of every soldier was boiling, and they raised their arms and shouted together, "Kill the Jurchen Tartars—"

The shouts soared into the sky.

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Six thousand five hundred golden soldiers marched into the valley in a mighty way, and set up a camp at the foot of the mountain. Wanyan Huonu looked up at the road up the mountain. He participated in the battle against Shangjing of the Liao Kingdom. The arduous siege battle is still fresh in Wanyan Huonu's memory. Seeing this winding mountain road, he immediately realized that this would also be a tragic battle.

The other party only had a few hundred people. Normally, these hundreds of Song troops would not be worth his effort to fight hard, but now it is the revenge of killing his father, he will catch the other party at all costs, even if the six thousand troops are wiped out, he is still there. No hesitation!

"Xiao Qianhu, you lead 2000 people to attack the first battle. If you can reach the top of the mountain, I will count it as your first achievement and guarantee your promotion!"

Xiao Yantuo hastily bowed and said: "I obey the order!"

He has already been kicked off the shelf, and he can't tolerate him saying no. He is very aware of the cruelty of Wanyan Huo Nu, and also knows the unfinished words in the other party's words. What if he can't reach the top of the mountain?

Wanyan Huonu was overjoyed, and sternly shouted: "Beat the drums for me!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The earth-shattering drums sounded. Xiao Yantuo was wearing heavy armor, holding a shield and a spear. He was going to fight in person. Behind him were two thousand Khitan soldiers. It was normal. When all the Han people were exhausted, it was the Khitan's turn. people.

The Khitan soldiers were better equipped than the Han army. Although they were also in leather armor, each of them held a shield and a spear. They formed a long team, held their shields high, and marched step by step along the mountain road to the top of the mountain.

Looking down from above, there is only an undulating shield, and the soldiers are hiding under the shield, like a pangolin covered with scales.

The Song army focused on defending the last slope up the mountain. Most of the soldiers were concentrated on this slope. Here, the best effect can be achieved by rolling giant trees down the slope.

In addition, five defense lines were built on the slope. The first line of defense was at the turn at the bottom of the slope, and then every twenty steps was a defense line made of mud bags. A hole was left in advance to facilitate the retreat of the soldiers below.

It was interesting for Chen Qing to watch the [-] enemy troops wriggling and climbing up like worms. The two rows of soldiers in the front held up their shields to block the bows and crossbows directly in front, while the soldiers behind them all held their shields above their heads.

Yang Yuanqing said in a low voice: "General, if the height is high enough, soldiers' arrows can pierce through Jurchens' shields!"

Chen Qing agreed with this judgment. Although he had no experience in this field, a soldier's arrow weighed two catties, and the higher it fell, the stronger the impact would be. A wooden shield really couldn't stop the impact of the soldier's arrow.

"Prepare the city defense bow!"

There are a total of 250 city guard bows, each with ten large soldier arrows. These are sharp weapons obtained from the Qishan County warehouse, but unfortunately there is no bed crossbow that Chen Qing has been thinking about.

250 soldiers with bows and arrows, ready to fight...

Two thousand soldiers entered the third ramp, five ramps away from the top of the mountain, and a height of 60 meters from the top of the mountain, which is equivalent to a twenty-story building, which is high enough to shoot through enemy shields.

"Fire arrows!" Chen Qing gave the order to fire.

The 250 soldiers are masters who have practiced step bow hard, and they have a good sense of distance.

250 soldier arrows were shot at the same time, drawing arcs in the air, and shooting straight to the top of Jin Bing's head...

' Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh! '

The powerful arrows rained down, the shields were broken, or were directly pierced. The arrows continued to shoot through the armor of the soldiers below. There were screams one after another, and hundreds of soldiers fell from the arrows.

Wanyan Huonu's eyes were sharp, and he remembered the frightening scene when they attacked the capital. Thousands of golden soldiers were shot through their shields and bodies by the Liao army's arrows, and the soldiers fell one by one like mowing grass.

But so what?Shangjing was captured by them as well.

"Keep beating the drums and let them run!"

The sound of war drums became urgent, 'Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom! 'This is the drumbeat of the war.

Xiao Yantuo gritted his teeth and shouted, "Follow me!"

Since the shields couldn't block the Song army's arrows, the Khitan soldiers also went all out, shouting and running upwards, and the attack speed suddenly accelerated.

Chapter 23 Bloody Battle

The second and third rounds of arrow rain fell one after another. The dense arrows pierced the shields and armor, and shot through the skulls. The wounded soldiers rolled and wailed in the crowd. No one cared about them. Many soldiers were bleeding profusely and struggling Climbing down the mountain, and finally climbing to death.

The mountain road became chaotic, running in the chaos, the soldiers dodged and pushed, and soldiers were constantly shot by soldiers' arrows and fell to the ground...

More than 1000 Khitan soldiers ran quickly on the ramp, advancing quickly, and ran across two ramps in a short while. On the third last ramp, the ground suddenly became slippery. After the water freezes at night, the ground is extremely smooth, which is better for cloth shoes, but it is a fatal challenge for leather boots.

The soldiers slipped one after another, and the shields in their hands lost their effect. On the hillside, the crossbow arrows of the Song army fired at random, accompanied by huge rolling logs falling from the top of their heads, and the rolling logs smashed pieces of gold soldiers to pieces. The wail of the arrow and the scream of falling off the cliff.

A strong sense of fear occupied the hearts of every golden soldier, the team was in chaos, the will to attack collapsed instantly, and the soldiers scrambled to flee down the mountain.

Xiao Yantuo kept yelling again and again, although he was a Khitan nobleman, these Khitan soldiers had nothing to do with him, so they ignored him at all.

In desperation, Xiao Yantuo had no choice but to retreat down the mountain with the soldiers.

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In the first round of attack, two thousand Khitan soldiers paid the price of more than [-] casualties and ended in failure.

Although this was within Wanyan Huonu's expectations, he still found it hard to accept. More than 600 people were killed and injured, but he didn't even touch the Song Army's side. I will give you a chance, if you lose again, I will do it by military law!"

Xiao Yantuo also went all out, and confronted hard: "Master Wan must give me resources, without resources, even if you give me ten chances, I still can't win."

Wanyan Huonu stared at him for a while, then asked coldly, "What resources do you want?"

"First, give me my five hundred Jurchen soldiers, I need them to lead the battle; second, the mountain road is too slippery, I need to lay a lot of hay on the mountain road; third, the armor of the Khitan soldiers is too thin to stop them Soldiers and arrows, I want the iron armor of Jurchen soldiers."

"The first two conditions can be given to you, but the third condition is not. I can't let the soldiers take off their armor. At most, I can give each Khitan soldier a piece of sheepskin."

Wanyan Huonu knew in her heart that a soldier's arrow shot from such a high mountain could easily pierce a cow, and its power was countless times stronger than that of a soldier's arrow on the top of the city. Even if it was covered with sheepskin, it would be useless. Armor can't stop it, unless it's the black lacquered armor of the sentry cavalry.

Back then they used tens of thousands of troops from the Liao Kingdom to exhaust the arrows in Shangjing City. This time, he planned to do the same. He bet that the number of arrows in the Song Army would not be too many. , The Song Army had a maximum of more than 2000 arrows, and used [-] Khitan soldiers to consume them all.

He immediately ordered two thousand cavalry to go to the surrounding villages to forcibly collect wheat straw. Within half an hour, the cavalry forcibly collected tens of thousands of tons of wheat straw.

After a short rest, Xiao Yantuo learned from the experience of the first failure, and formulated a new attack plan.

For the second attack, Xiao Yantuo ordered [-] Jurchen soldiers to hold the formation at the back, and [-] Khitan soldiers in front, and ordered more than a hundred soldiers to lay wheat straw in front. OK, lay the straw onto the frozen ground section by section.

The Khitan soldiers still raised their shields and walked in formation, but Xiao Yantuo made two important decisions. The first is that the soldiers try to walk as close to the mountain wall as possible. In this way, the killing effect of arrows and logs will be reduced by half. .

The second is to set up [-] sentries. As long as the opponent's soldiers shoot arrows, the sentries will immediately shout, and the soldiers will quickly shrink to the mountain wall, or lie directly on the ground.

"Soldiers and arrows are coming!" The sentries shouted in unison.

The soldiers were so frightened that they rushed to the mountain wall, huddled together, and the soldiers arrowed 'whoosh!Whoosh! 'falling, deeply inserted into the soil, should have landed on their shields, but now most of them have been avoided, only a very small number of soldiers can't avoid it, they were shot by soldiers' arrows, and their shields and armor were shot through one after another. Dozens of people screamed and fell to the ground.

Although the casualties were much lower than in the first round of attack, the casualties of the Khitan soldiers gradually increased under the heavy rain of arrows from the Song army. Xiao Yantuo finally couldn't bear it anymore, and the number of soldiers was less than 2000.

At this moment, the number of Song Army's arrows decreased rapidly, and Xiao Yantuo immediately realized that the Song Army's arrows were almost exhausted.

"Come on!"

Xiao Yantuo yelled and led the soldiers to rush up. The soldiers laying grass had reached the penultimate slope. This was the real test. Even if they didn't lean against the mountain wall, the soldiers of the Song army were right above their heads.

The Song army's arrows had been exhausted, Chen Qing coldly ordered: "Shoot with a crossbow, get ready with the log!"

On the mud bag bunker above, fifty soldiers of the Song Army shot crossbow arrows together, and more than a dozen soldiers laying grass were shot by the arrows one after another, and fell to the ground screaming.

When the moment of decisive battle came, Xiao Yantuo swung his knife and shouted, "The last eighty steps, brothers, go up!"

"Kill!"

The fierce Khitan soldiers rushed up the hillside with shields and spears in their hands, with arrows raining down on their heads, and then the rolling logs fell down one after another. The rolling logs smashed the heads of the enemy soldiers into pieces, rolling towards the dense crowd When it hit, the Khitan soldiers raised their shields to resist, but they still couldn't stop the powerful impact of the log, and soldiers were knocked over one by one.

At this time, the straw for paving the road was no longer needed, and the corpses of the soldiers became stepping stones. The Khitan soldiers were so red-eyed that they trampled on the corpses and charged upwards. Many injured soldiers who were too late to get up were also trampled to death.

Eighty steps... sixty steps... forty steps...

The Khitan soldiers attacked frantically and suffered heavy casualties, but they were getting closer and closer to the first mudbag wall.

Chen Qing held the god arm crossbow and aimed at the enemy general in the middle of the team. Xiao Yantuo was very cunning, he wore the same armor as the soldiers, and dodged to the side of the mountain from time to time.

But the saber in Xiao Yantuo's hand still exposed him. Among all the soldiers, he was the only one holding the saber and commanding the soldiers to charge upwards.

Chen Qing's crossbow arrow finally locked the enemy general, and he decisively pulled the hanging knife, 'Ka! 'The sound of the crossbow machine sounded, and a crossbow arrow shot towards the opponent's head like a bolt of lightning, at a fast speed.

Xiao Yantuo seemed to be patted on the shoulder by the god of death from behind, and when he turned his head, "Pfft! 'The arrow hit his forehead, and the powerful crossbow shot through his head, and the arrow tip came out from the back of his head with brains.

Xiao Yantuo fell headlong to the ground and died instantly!

The general died, and the surrounding soldiers were in chaos. They were like discouraged balls, their morale and confidence quickly faded, and countless soldiers turned around and fled. The soldiers in front and behind were also affected and ran down.

The Song army took the opportunity to shoot arrows at random, and hundreds of huge logs fell down. For a while, the Khitan soldiers cried and howled, causing heavy casualties...

But the retreating Khitan soldiers couldn't go back, they only turned a corner, and the five hundred Jurchen soldiers who were hiding on the side of the mountain and supervising the battle rushed up with sharp axes in their hands, and killed dozens of Khitan soldiers who fled at the front on the spot, forcing They go on the offensive.

The Khitan soldiers were enraged by the murderous Jurchen soldiers, and a Khitan general shouted: "We are not for the dead, brothers, go down!"

The Khitan soldiers rushed to kill the Jurchen soldiers with spears, trying to cut a bloody path, but the Jurchen soldiers were extremely tough, stabbing with spears and hacking with sharp axes. They killed hundreds of people in the blink of an eye, and the leading Khitan general was also cut off. head.

The remaining thousand or so Khitan soldiers were finally terrified of being killed, and had to turn around again, and the soldiers who trampled on the dead soldiers rushed up again.

Giant trees flew horizontally, arrows rained down, the mountain road was dripping with blood, and dead bodies were piled up. The Khitan soldiers had no way out. They shouted desperately, kept charging with their shields and spears, and kept falling down, approaching the turning point of the last section of the ramp step by step. , which is blocked by a mudbag wall.

Hundreds of soldiers of the Song Army held shields and spears and were ready to fight. In an instant, countless spears collided, and the two armies finally fought face to face.

Wanyan Huonu looked at the top of the mountain coldly, everything was as he expected, he spent nearly [-] Khitan lives to pave a bloody road up the mountain, he had already seen the hope of reaching the top of the mountain.

Wanyan Huonu waved her sword, "Let's fight!"

'Woo—'

The low-pitched horns of the Jurchen soldiers blew, and Wanyan Huonu personally led [-] Jurchen soldiers to kill on the mountain.

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