Fenghou

Chapter 23 Bloody Battle (Part [-])
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, soldiers dodged and pushed, and soldiers were constantly shot by soldiers' arrows and fell to the ground
More than a thousand Khitan soldiers ran quickly on the ramp, advancing quickly, and ran over two ramps in a short while. On the third to last ramp, the ground suddenly became slippery. A lot of water, after freezing 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
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, with more than [-] casualties, but he didn't even touch the Song Army's side. He stared at Xiao Yantuo with a ferocious face and said: "I Give you one more 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. At most, the Song army had more than two thousand arrows, and three thousand Khitan soldiers were used to exhaust them.

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 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 [-].

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 random arrows, and hundreds of huge logs fell down. For a while, the Khitan soldiers were crying and howling, 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.

At the same time, another group of [-] Jin Kingdom Raiders, led by the hunter, went up the mountain from the trail in the northeast corner. The terrain here was very dangerous, and a group of soldiers could not rush up, but could only go up one by one.

Especially on the cliff on the mountainside, there is a bit of an aura of one man guarding the gate, and no one can open it. Because of the dangerous terrain, the Song army only deployed [-] people and five god-armed crossbows here.

There were more than [-] corpses of Jin soldiers piled up under the high pile of dirt. A fierce battle broke out here. All the Jin soldiers who tried to climb up were assassinated by the Song army, but seven of the [-] Song soldiers also died. Almost all Jin soldiers shot with arrows and short spears.

The soldiers of the Kingdom of Jin were driven out, and soon began to reorganize the attack.

A soldier of the Song army aimed at the Jin soldiers who were slowly climbing up, and pulled the hanging knife of the divine arm crossbow, 'Ka! The sound of the crossbow machine sounded, and a powerful crossbow arrow shot at the Jurchen soldiers thirty steps away.

The Jurchen soldiers struggled to climb up with shields in their hands, "Crack!" The shield was pierced by crossbow arrows, "Pfft! The crossbow shot through the throat, and the Jurchen soldier let out a muffled cry and rolled down the mountain.

The soldiers at the back were too frightened to move any more, and one was shot and the other was shot. In just half a day, nearly forty people had been shot and killed. In addition, thirty-five people were killed in two rounds of fierce fighting, and seven Jurchen soldiers had been killed. More than ten people.

At this time, a cavalry rushed up, held up a command arrow and said: "The Commander Wan has an order to give up going up the mountain from the trail, and move everything to the front!"

The more than [-] Jurchen soldiers on the mountain felt relieved, and descended the mountain one after another, retreating towards the winding mountain road in front of them.

The fierce battle on the frontal battlefield has entered the final battle, and there is no need to go up the mountain from behind.

(End of this chapter)