Fenghou

Chapter 138 Slaughterhouse

Chen Qing's voice became hoarse, and he ordered the soldiers to clean up the sandbag wall, and directly set up [-] bed crossbows to fire down the hillside in turn, and dumped more than [-] barrels of kerosene down at any cost. The fire and the bed crossbow finally stopped The Jurchen cavalry attacked.

More than [-] cavalrymen died on the slope, and they were burned to charcoal together with the horses. Giant logs were thrown down one by one, and the hillside was rekindled with monstrous fire.

Seeing that he failed once again, Han Chang felt extremely helpless. He punched the saddle hard and had to accept the reality. Wanyan Alupu was right, he really couldn't attack from the slope.

It was almost dawn at this time, but the fierce battle in the east of Jiwangpo still showed no signs of stopping. Wanyan Alupu invested [-] soldiers and hundreds of ladders, and batch after batch of soldiers died in battle. Batches of soldiers came up, trampling on the thick corpses, and the ladders were placed on the burnt corpses. It was hard to tell whether it was the Jin soldiers or the Song soldiers.

The soldiers of the Song army above used gunpowder, kerosene, and rolling logs. After a night of fierce fighting, Jiwangpo became a slaughterhouse. More than [-] gold soldiers were killed. The golden soldiers broke through the defense three times, but were killed by the stubborn Song army. , but Song Jun also paid a heavy price for nearly [-] people killed in battle.

The sky was finally bright, and the golden soldiers who attacked like a tide finally retreated temporarily, the broken ladder was still burning, green smoke curled up, and the air was filled with a pungent burnt smell.

In the distance, the Jin soldiers were cutting wood on a large scale in the pine forest to make simple ladders. This is the truth of their temporary truce. The more than [-] ladders built overnight have been exhausted, and even more than [-] trebuchets have been destroyed by the Song army. All the bed crossbows were destroyed.

Thousands of soldiers of the Song Army were lying on the bloody ground. He was so tired that he didn't even have time to eat breakfast, so he fell asleep.

Chen Qing quickly came to the southeast corner, and a group of soldiers brought over a general who was hit by an arrow. This general was Zhao Xiaoyi. He was hit by two arrows and was dying. The ladder rescued him.

"The commander is here!"

The soldiers moved away one after another. Chen Qing stepped forward and saw a military doctor stopping Zhao Xiaoyi's bleeding. There was an eagle cage next to it, and a letter eagle was squatting in the cage.

"How is he?" Chen Qing asked hurriedly.

The military doctor smiled wryly, "He has a very high life, and it is logically difficult for him to survive, but he still held on."

"Can it be saved?"

The military doctor sighed, "I can only say my best. Whether I can survive in the end depends on God's will!"

The military doctor stopped the bleeding for Zhao Xiaoyi, and told the left and right, "Put him on the soft frame, watch out for the arrow in his back!"

Zhao Xiaoyi slowly opened his eyes, saw Chen Qing, quickly grabbed hold of him, and said in a low voice with difficulty: "Watch for three days, pay attention to the beacon fire, and let the eagles go after you leave!"

"I see, don't talk anymore, save your life first."

Chen Qing waved his hand, and the soldiers hurried away carrying their airs.

As soon as Zhao Xiaoyi was carried away, Zheng Ping rushed over and asked out of breath, "Commander, how is Xiaoyi?"

"It is estimated that the sentry cavalry who met the Jurchen got two arrows in the back and was seriously injured. I don't know if he can survive, it depends on whether he can hold on."

Chen Qing has already looked down on life and death, even for a confidant general like Zhao Xiaoyi, he still downplays death.

"Ah! I must go and see him."

"Go!"

Zheng Ping rushed to the wounded barracks, and Chen Qing asked the soldiers to put away the eagle cages, and hurried to the barracks.

What he was thinking about was the news brought by Zhao Xiaoyi that Wu Jie would withdraw from the Dasan Pass within three days, of course not starting from today, it should be counting from yesterday and ending tomorrow night, the more important thing is the notification from Fenghuo.

Chen Qing was very worried. If Jin Bing continued to attack regardless of the cost like last night, would his troops and supplies last until tomorrow night?
In the warehouse camp, Zhou Kuan and Zhang Miao, two civil servants, were busy counting various supplies, and a dozen soldiers helped them carry them.

"Zhou Yuhou, the commander is here!"

Zhou Kuan turned his head and saw the commander walking in quickly.

Everyone hurriedly saluted, Chen Qing nodded to everyone, and then asked directly: "How much kerosene, kerosene, and Jackdaw Arrow?"

Zhou Kuan was in charge of weapons, and he hurriedly said: "Commander Qi, there are still [-] barrels of kerosene, [-] barrels of gunpowder, and [-] jackdaw arrows."

Chen Qing was surprised, "How could it be consumed so quickly?"

Zhou Kuan sighed, "I can't help it. I used up too much yesterday. I used up [-] barrels of kerosene alone, hundreds of barrels of gunpowder, and [-] Jackdaw Arrows yesterday."

It is inevitable for Chen Qing to think about it. They have much fewer troops than the other party. Only by relying on a large amount of various supplies can they keep the camp intact. The question now is, can the remaining supplies guarantee their support until tomorrow night? ?

"Is there enough food and grass?" Chen Qing asked again.

Zhang Miao said from a distance: "Reporting to the commander, there is enough food, enough for the soldiers to consume for a month, maybe there is not enough fodder."

"Not enough fodder?" Chen Qing was taken aback for a moment.

"We have [-] hauls of fodder. We only had [-] horses before, which was enough. But this time we captured [-] horses and burned thousands of bales in the past few days. Now we don't have as much fodder as food. "

"How many days can you last?"

"About ten days at most!"

Chen Qing let go, ten days is enough.

He still has to discuss with everyone how to use kerosene and gunpowder rationally, be sure to save them, and strive to use them until tomorrow night.

Monk Yuan, the retreat of the Song army was very fast. First, the retreat of food, grass, materials and other supplies. The key to Wu Jie's guarantee that the evacuation could be completed within three days was that they had transportation tools, and thousands of mule carts happened to be in Heshang Yuan.

In just one day and one night, [-] mule carts made four trips, transporting all the grain and supplies back to Dashan Pass.

At dusk the next day, when the army was about to retreat, Wu Jie stood on the high fortifications, looking at the Jinbing camp in the distance. The Jinbing camp was ten miles away, and he could see the flames.

At this time, Liu Qi walked up to Wu Jie, and said in a deep voice, "The humble officer just got the news from the scouts, and there is a change in the Jinbing camp!"

Wu Jie nodded, which was within his expectation.

"Does Wanyan Wushu know that we are retreating?"

"How could he not know that when Wang Jianpo fell, only Chen Qing was left alone in the West Valley. The opponent had an army of tens of thousands. How could Chen Qing last for a few days? Wanyan Wushu must have known that our army was about to retreat."

After a moment of silence, Liu Qi asked again: "Will the golden soldiers chase us tonight?"

"Since the opponent has already changed, the possibility of chasing them is relatively high, but as long as we arrange it properly, it will not be possible for them to steal the chicken, and it will cost a lot of money!"

"Leave the blocking task to the humble job!"

"What are you going to do?" Wu Jie asked with a smile.

Liu Kai smiled slightly, "Humble job cooks them the same big dish!"

That night, Monk Yuan's [-] Song troops began to retreat to Dasan Pass.

Sure enough, as Wu Jie expected, Wanyan Wushu personally led an army of [-] troops to chase after the Song army.

Of course, Wanyan Wushu has the latest information. He knows that the Song army can no longer survive in the West Valley, and it is inevitable for Wanyan Alupu to fully capture the West Valley.

Song Jun will have to abandon Monk Yuan and withdraw to Dasan Pass.

The key is timing. In fact, Wanyan Wushu is still a bit conservative. If he ordered Han Chang to lead [-] troops to closely monitor Chen Qing's army, and then ordered Wanyan Alupu to lead [-] troops to Dashan Pass, Cutting off the Song army's retreat, then Wu Jie will definitely lose in this battle of Dasanguan.

This is the reason why Wu Jie's face was extremely serious after receiving Chen Qing's express letter.

Wu Jie knew very well what the loss of Wang Jianpo meant.
That's why he was in such a hurry. He had to retreat to Dasan Pass in two nights and one day, and three days was too slow.

It's a pity that Wanyan Wushu's tactics were too conservative, and he had to ensure that the Song army in the West Valley would be cleared before the soldiers sent off, and missed this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

At this time, Wanyan Wushu led an army to occupy Heshangyuan, and continued to pursue the Song army southward.

In the dark night, five thousand vanguard cavalry chased to Qianren Valley, this is the valley where Wanyan Meili's army was ambushed by Wang Yan, and it was also the only way to retreat to Dasan Pass.

Before, tens of thousands of Jin soldiers were forced to withdraw to Niushoufu from here, and almost the whole army was wiped out in the end.

Five thousand cavalry had just entered the valley for less than one mile, only to hear a loud bang, and the flames ignited, illuminating the surroundings like daylight. Hundreds of bed crossbows in front of them were fired together, and the jackdaw arrows shot at the golden soldiers like a storm.

The golden soldiers were in chaos, and countless cavalrymen turned their backs on their backs. The screams of soldiers and horses resounded through the valley.

The vanguard Wan Yanpu was shocked and ordered the cavalry to retreat.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

(End of this chapter)