Fenghou

Chapter 46 Reinforcement
Thick smoke and poisonous gas billowed in the Beiting Valley. Hundreds of puppet soldiers were threatened by the Jurchen soldiers with crossbow arrows and walked towards the valley step by step. Tear off a piece of cloth to cover your mouth and nose.

But not long after walking, a soldier fell to the ground with a 'boom—', and the rest of the soldiers were shocked.

Soon, four more soldiers fell down, convulsing all over, and the leading general suddenly realized that the smoke was poisonous.

He turned around and waved his hand, telling the soldiers to go back, but before they went far, a dozen arrows roared and the soldiers in front fell down screaming.

The Jurchen soldiers were ruthless, and the puppet soldiers dared to retreat, and they would kill without hesitation.

"Bastards, don't treat us as human beings, it's better to smash them to pieces with a pile of stones!"

The soldiers of the puppet army cursed in a low voice, and had to turn around and run towards Taniguchi again.

"what--"

A few soldiers stepped on the poisonous terrestris and jumped about in pain. They pulled out a barbed terrier with sharp thorns, but after a while the soldiers fell limply. It is poisonous, and no one has bothered to investigate the cause.

At this time, dozens of puppet soldiers came from behind, and Jurchen simply chased all the puppet soldiers to fight the enemy.

Hundreds of puppet soldiers were forced to run fast, coughing violently one after another, and the crossbow arrows in front of them went 'whoosh!Whoosh! 'When the shots came, even if you held a shield in your hand, you couldn't stop them. People kept falling down, and I don't know if they were hit by arrows or stepped on poisonous thorns.

The soldiers of the puppet army finally rushed to the entrance of the valley. There were burning pine branches in front of them. They kicked away the pine branches desperately and rushed out. Several spears stabbed like lightning. The first general screamed and fell on his back. One, in just one cup of tea time, more than [-] puppet soldiers were all killed, and their bodies were piled up at Taniguchi.

Zheng Ping was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed loudly and said, "Damn it, I didn't expect that we can seal the entrance of Tani! Let's see how they come out?"

"General beware!"

A soldier threw Zheng Ping down, and several arrows flew over their heads.

Zheng Ping was furious, got up and yelled: "Damn it, shoot them to death with random arrows!"

Song soldiers rushed forward and shot arrows into the valley together, but there was no sound. Zheng Ping suddenly realized, "Not good!"

I saw dozens of people rushing out in the dark with large shields in their hands, and the Song army was caught off guard.

More than [-] soldiers of the Song Army with spears in their hands rushed up and fought the enemy, but the enemy had already robbed the valley, and more and more Jurchen soldiers came out of the valley. There were about fifty or sixty people. One was holding a short spear and a big shield, fighting with the soldiers of the Song Army.

Immediately afterwards, more than [-] puppet soldiers were killed. The total number of Jin soldiers was nearly [-], while the Song army had only [-] soldiers, with a huge disparity in strength.

Zheng Ping was so remorseful that he yelled: "Zhiniang thief, fight them!"

He swung his big knife and rushed up, slashing up and down, left and right like crazy, and killed more than a dozen puppet soldiers, and the crossbowmen also changed into spears and rushed up. The casualties were heavy.

In just a quarter of an hour, the Song army suffered more than half of the casualties, and the Jin soldiers also suffered nearly [-] casualties. However, the difference in strength between the two sides was even greater, and Zheng Ping was also injured, bleeding profusely.

Song Jun was about to lose his hold, at this moment, a loud shout came from the south, "Brothers, kill the Tartars!"

Countless soldiers of the Song army came from the south, and there was a mass of darkness. I don't know how many people there were. Countless spears and sabers came to kill the Jin soldiers. The leader was a general riding on a horse, holding a golden sword. The sword was sharp, it was Yang Zheng.

The battle in Wujiazhen was also over. Song and Jin both lost. The Jin soldiers retreated south, leaving only about [-] soldiers in the Song army. Unexpectedly, by mistake, they actually saved Zheng Ping's army at a critical moment.

Hundreds of fresh troops went into battle, and in an instant, dozens of Jurchen soldiers and puppet soldiers in the south were divided and surrounded, and the situation was quickly reversed.

The golden soldiers were killed and retreated steadily, with heavy casualties. Seeing that the situation was not good, the headed Jurchen centurion yelled a few times, and the remaining golden soldiers quickly withdrew into the canyon.

Zheng Ping was extremely surprised. Where did these hundreds of Song troops come from?Could it be the opponent's trick again, sending a puppet army to pretend to deceive the city?
It was getting dark, and the fierce battle at Jiandao Pass was gradually coming to an end. On the pass, three hundred soldiers of the Song Army were still fighting back tenaciously against the enemy's attack. Corpses were piled up like mountains above and below the city, and the top of the city was soaked in blood. Limbs of soldiers and bodies without heads are everywhere. The blood from the neck is still flowing out. There are also many bodies that have been cut into two parts. Various organs rolled on the ground. The stench is disgusting. .

Twenty-five of the thirty siege ladders had been destroyed by the Song army, and nearly two thousand soldiers gathered under the remaining five ladders. What greeted them was only the rolling log and stone covered with blood and brains.

Under the horse-faced city, a huge battering ram rolled down to the side. The flames on it had not been extinguished. Thirty or so Jin soldiers curled up on the ground and were burned to black charcoal, and several were killed by arrows. Ten corpses fell in disorder near the city gate.

The battering ram failed completely, and even half of the suspension bridge was not smashed. Before the two hundred soldiers attacked, more than a dozen barrels of fire were thrown from above, and the raging fire engulfed the two hundred people in an instant.

At this time, there was an extremely tragic siege battle. From early morning to dark, the siege puppet army killed and injured nearly [-] people, and the defending Song army also suffered more than [-] casualties.

General Han Chang's eyes were full of despair. He casted [-] people back and forth, but he still hasn't captured the city. Is the opponent really the Song army?Really less than a thousand people?

At this time, a Jurchen cavalry rushed over, cupped his fists and said loudly: "The marshal has an order, the general has done his best, please withdraw as soon as possible!"

Han Chang felt relieved, as if Wanyan Wulu had forgiven him.

It is true that this battle can no longer be fought. In the end, the energy of the two thousand soldiers was gone, and their morale was low. They just attacked upwards like walking dead, and they could only die in vain without meaning.

"Order to withdraw troops!"

'when!when!when! The bell for the withdrawal of troops rang, and the attacking soldiers seemed to hear the amnesty order, regardless of whether their backs were facing forward or backward, they ran back wildly, which was faster than the ebb tide, and no one cared about the soldiers who were seriously injured and still alive , leaving them on the battlefield to die.

Han Chang led thousands of soldiers to retreat to the camp outside the valley with great melancholy. The city was full of cheers and drums were beating loudly. This is the battle drum of victory.

In one day's fierce battle, the Song army killed more than [-] people, injured [-], and nearly [-] casualties, which did not include the casualties of Zheng Ping's Shou Beiting Valley.

There are only [-] soldiers left who can immediately go to the battlefield. The situation is very serious. If the Jin soldiers are determined to attack the city continuously like today, the Jiandao Pass will definitely not be able to defend.

Outside the city, hundreds of soldiers of the Song army were cleaning up the battlefield. Their bodies were dragged away and buried. The puppet soldiers who were seriously injured were also killed. They all lost too much blood. .

Weapons, armor, and belongings were all collected, and the rolling logs and rocks had to be transported back to the city for reuse. The workload was quite heavy, and it might not be completed even if it was busy until midnight.

"Commander, will the Jin soldiers attack aggressively tomorrow?" Yang Yuanqing asked worriedly.

Chen Qing shook his head, "I don't know, but Jinbing still has a lot of precious treasures that have not been brought out, such as building carts, trebuchets, firearms, etc., and Jurchen soldiers have not participated in the attack. Our severe test is still here." Behind."

Yang Yuanqing's heart was heavy. Even if some wounded soldiers went into battle, they only had half of their strength. How to deal with the more powerful offensive in the future?

At this moment, a soldier rushed over to report, "Commander, Zheng Dutou brought a Song army, about a few hundred people, said to be from the original monk."

Chen Qing was overjoyed, hundreds of people!It's like sending charcoal in a timely manner.

He and Yang Yuanqing walked down the city quickly, "What's the name of the general?"

"It seems to be called Yang Zheng!"

"Yang Zheng?"

Yang Yuanqing stopped suddenly.

Chen Qing looked back at him, "Do you know this person?"

Yang Yuanqing smiled wryly, "Why don't you know him? He is my brother, he is the son of the Yang family, and I am the son of the concubine. Five years ago, we had a fight over where to join the army. I went to Qingzhou in a fit of anger to join the ring." Qing Army, he joined the Jingyuan Army."

"Which Yang family are you from?"

"The Yang family in Taiyuan, the ancestor Yang Gong inherited the industry."

(End of this chapter)