In the dark night, the mountain road was rugged, and everyone continued to move forward, not daring to take the official road, so as to avoid encountering the Jurchen rangers. After walking for more than an hour, I saw a steep mountain in front of me.

In the haze, Zhang Heng pointed to a mountain in front of him covered by clouds and mountains, and whispered in Wang Song's ear: "Great official, this is Killing Bear Ridge!"

The sky was getting brighter, Wang Song looked over, only to see the mountains stacked green, the strange peaks abrupt, a gust of wind blowing, Wang Song couldn't help but shiver. At this moment, he only hopes that the heavens will fulfill the wishes of the people, the heavens will bless, and the fortune of the Great Song Dynasty is still there.

Killing Xiongling, in a mountain depression at the north entrance, everyone carefully put down a few powder barrels, Zhang Heng led the soldiers to guard around, Zhai Liang and Dong Ping as helpers, and Wang Song began to bandage gunpowder.

Wang Song's head was covered with sweat, and he first tied eight explosives bags with silk, each of which was the size of a schoolbag and the same weight, which were all used to blow up the mountain and cut off traffic.

In addition, more than 20 small explosives bags half the size of the schoolbag and tied up in silk contained about 30 iron nails two inches long. Now, these explosive bags are lined up in a row and neatly placed in front of Wang Song.

The lead is made of cotton thread, and it is soaked in tung oil overnight on the way. Wang Song tested the burning speed of the lead, carefully cut the length with a short knife, and then loaded the explosive packets one by one.

When he was done, Wang Song breathed a sigh of relief. Wang Song solemnly said to everyone: "Brothers, I will blow up the mountain pass first, then the gap in the back, and finally blow up the fanzi in the middle." ”

He looked at everyone and said in a deep voice: "After blowing up the mountain road, use a small medicine bag to blow it up, and after the small medicine bag is blown up, then attack with a short gun, and finally fight hand-to-hand combat." Remember, once you light the fuse, count three times and throw it down!"

"Erlang, is this useful?"

Zhai Liang looked at the explosive bag in front of him, and asked in disbelief: "If this doesn't work, the brothers will have to fight for their lives!"

The night attack was only a 200-foot battle, which was already a heavy loss, and today's battle may be the thousands of troops and horses of the Jurchen Iron Cavalry.

There are only more than 1,000 people on his side, although the righteous army has the courage to die, but in Zhai Liang's heart, he still hopes to have a better chance of winning.

"I'm not sure! However, life and death are in the sky, I hope to pass this hurdle! ”

Wang Song said with a smile: "I only hope that God will fulfill people's wishes, and God will help the Great Song Dynasty again, so as not to let the Jin people succeed."

Zhai Liang shook his head and said dejectedly: "Erlang, this battle is related to the lives of more than a thousand brothers, are you sure in your heart?" This time, we are facing thousands of troops. If there is a slight mistake, the brothers will be destroyed!"

"Brother Zhai, you don't need to worry, I believe in the big officials!"

Zhang Heng next to him came up and said loudly: "Don't worry, the head has fallen off, and the bowl has a big scar!" The brethren follow you, their hearts are bright, and you can directly order what to do! ”

Dong Ping looked at Zhai Liang, his face was disdainful, he turned his head to look at Wang Song, hugged his fists and said: "Big official, you are a man, I also believe in you!" The fan of the straight lady thief, I already killed two last night, enough for this! If you can kill a few more today, you can already count it as earning! ”

"Dong Ping is right!"

Deng Shixiong came over, stood side by side with Dong Ping, and bowed: "Big official, I, Deng Heimian, am not afraid of heaven and earth, but I am serving you." If you meet Fanzi today, the villain must be a tribesman, and he will be killed!"

Wang Song's heart was hot, he clasped his fists and saluted the few people in front of him, and said loudly: "Good brother, if you want to die, our brothers will also die together, but we have to kill dozens of fans first!" ”

The other three were all roaring, and everyone was full of blood and red faces.

Zhai Liang's face turned red, although he came to Hedong with Wang Song, he was somewhat selfish.

Wang Song is from a humble family, and compared with him, a son of Haoyou, he always has a psychological advantage. In the past, he had always regarded Wang Song as a fool, but after fighting with Jin Ren several times, he had to admit that Wang Song was much stronger than himself.

Even these unruly rough men on the rivers and lakes, and the fierce and brave local dealers, are all looking forward to Wang Song's horse.

Zheyuexiu favored Wang Song, and he could naturally feel it. However, he is a bold and uninhibited man, and after a few days, these emotional matters have long been put aside. However, what kept him depressed was that Wang Song seemed to have been in control of the rebel army, and he was dispensable, which made him quite unhappy.

Zhai Liang took a deep breath, and also hugged his fists and said: "Erlang, how to arrange, you have the final say, the brothers all take your head as the horse!" ”

"Brother Zhai, from now on, everyone will share life and death!"

Wang Song said gratefully, he pointed to the terrain on the surrounding mountain road, and said: "Two medicine packets are buried on each side of the mountain pass, and the earth walls on both sides must be blown up at once to block the Jurchen army outside the mountain." ”

Everyone was excited, so that if the Planter came to come, as long as they blocked the Jurchen army, everyone could rescue the Planter and escape from here.

As long as they don't fight head-on with the Jurchen cavalry, these men who lick blood with knives still have some confidence in their hearts.

"Official, let's do the rest of the medicine packs?"

Deng Shixiong looked at the large and small medicine bags, and his scalp couldn't help but feel a little numb.

Wang Song carefully observed the topography of Killing Bear Ridge, pointed to two huge cliffs on the mountain road, and said in a deep voice: "See, two cliffs, each buried two medicine bags, forming a three-section isolation, and the Western army should be combined with the outside, killing and injuring the Jurchen army, saving the small breed of Xianggong, snatching the war horse, and then fleeing."

He took the explosive bag with iron nails and said jokingly: "As for these small ones, they will be lit and thrown down, this is to invite Fanzi to eat buns, and keep them all over their bodies, and flesh and blood will fly!" ”

When everyone saw the smile on Wang Song's face, their hearts were cold, this nail was fortunately for the Jurchens. If it's yourself who blows up, you can't be a hedgehog.

"Start burying the kit right away, and everything will go according to plan!"

Wang Song made a categorical decision, took the lead in the demonstration, and buried the big medicine bags first.

On both sides of the mountain road, Wang Song and Zhai Liang each led 600 people, allocated 10 nail medicine bags on each side, and ambushed them.

Two large medicine packets on each side at the entrance to the mountain pass are used to block the mountain pass. Along the mountain road, two or three hundred paces, two narrow cliffs, one on each side, were used to blow up the mountains on both sides, forming a second layer of landslides, blocking the mountain road and stopping the advance of the Jurchen cavalry.

"Big official, do you conclude that the small race will definitely retreat here?"

Everything was ready, Dong Ping asked suspiciously.

"Probably so, only God knows!"

Wang Song shook his head and said softly: "Just our more than 1,000 brothers, put on the battlefield, I'm afraid we won't be able to support the kung fu of a stick of incense." Instead of this, it's better to fight for the straight lady thief here, and I'm sure that the little kind of prince will come this way!"

Dong Ping was also taken aback, it turned out that Wang Song was just gambling, but in fact, he didn't know that the Western Army in the seed division would definitely come here.

But when things got to this point, he couldn't make a decision. The big official is right, if he is such a small person, if he is put on the battlefield to fight with Fanzi, he can only slaughter the other party.

Last night's sneak attack on 200 people, a flying gun, in the case of less than 100 people on the other side, no war horses, and no armor, the righteous army still killed and injured more than 200 people, which shows the gap in combat strength between the two sides.

Now I can only fight, as Wang Song said, and fight for his mother.

Wang Song secretly lucked in his heart, the team in the seed division had not yet arrived here, if the historical record was correct, he could at least give the life of these people in the seed master, including his eldest brother.

As for whether you can escape, you can only leave it to fate.

"Pass the order, the whole army rest, don't make any noise, don't startle the snake, violators will be dealt with by military law!"

Seeing that it was still early, Wang Songchuan gave the order to go, and the rebels hid in the mountains and forests.

On the official road leading to Killing Bear Ridge in the west of Shouyang, facing the early summer sun, a Song army is moving forward tiredly.

The soldiers were in tattered clothes, covered in blood, and walked weakly, with their heads bowed, and there was no longer the shadow of the iron army of the past.

In the crowd, among the deputy envoys of the Two Rivers System and the world-famous small breed ministers, he was gray-haired, haggard, his brows were tightly locked, and his eyes were full of helplessness.

He glanced at the tired soldiers, and couldn't help but sigh deeply, a hint of ominous thought welled up in his heart.

Could it be that this army that once crisscrossed the northwest has now come to the end of its life......

"Daddy, don't blame yourself! This is all Xu Han's house, if it weren't for his words to force him and humiliate his father, how could there be today!"

The son-in-law of the seed master, the commander of the Chinese army, saw that his father was depressed and unhappy, and stepped forward to persuade him.

The scout reported to the imperial court, and after Yan Zonghan was ready to withdraw the army, the privy envoy Xu Han urged the seed master to march into the army many times to rescue Taiyuan. The planter wanted to be cautious and march slowly, but Xu Han blamed him for holding heavy troops and staying on the sidelines.

The planter was helpless, leaving behind heavy grain and grass and rewarding money, and led his troops to set off lightly.

Who knew that when they arrived near Taiyuan, the Jin army came to attack, and after several major battles, the seed army suffered heavy losses, but the two armies of Yao Gu and Zhang Hao, who were agreed in the seed division, did not come.

Now, under the hard fighting of the planter army, the grain and grass are cut off, and there is no reinforcement, so they can only choose to retreat.

"Daddy, there have been deserters in the army, and if this continues, I'm afraid the army will collapse without a fight!"

The commander of the Chinese army has a gloomy expression, and the whole person looks listless.

"Daddy, our army has suffered heavy casualties, and there are only five or six thousand people left in the army. Now that I don't have a lot of grain and grass, I'm afraid I won't be able to last long!"

"The tide is over, let them go, I hope they can escape a way out."

The planter said lightly, and his eyes were completely devoid of their former brilliance.

The right army was defeated in a battle, the front army left without a fight, and now there are only more than 6,000 people left in the middle army, there is no rescue in front of them, and there is no food and grass in the back, it seems that it is difficult to escape today.

"Where is this?"

The planter asked, pointing to the towering mountains in front of him.

Chong Xun wiped the sweat on his face, stepped forward and said, "Daddy, this is Killing Bear Ridge, west of Shouyang, which is steep and abnormal. In the early years, there were bandits here, but now that the bandits are overwhelmed, the bandits have also dispersed. ”