Zhenchuan Fort and Jianning Village, built by the mountain, are each other's horns. The two forts, one east and one west, are separated by about three miles in the middle, and an earthen wall about a zhang high spans between the two forts and is set as a barrier.

In the middle of the earthen wall, on a broken wooden bench, Zhang Heng was sitting on it, leaning against the withered and overgrown battlement wall behind him, squinting his eyes and enjoying the peace of the morning.

In front of the earthen wall, in a small patch of verdant pines and cypresses, there are several uplifted and unsure of who the owner is.

The air in the field after the rain is so fresh, and the winter sun is so warm, shining on Zhang Heng's body, making him feel drowsy.

This beast is not as good as the fan, this is a damn war! Zhang Heng scolded fiercely in his heart.

Cutting off the north and south, Wang Song's army eliminated the Jurchen army in Yangjiagou, blocked the Jurchen reinforcements in Linzhou here, and turned back to form a siege with the army of the Loyal and Righteous Army, and eliminated the Jin army in Linzhou, and the three states outside the river - Ningyi.

Things in the world are easier said than done, and the plan is so simple and clear, but it is difficult to do.

Early in the morning, before the rain stopped, the soldiers began to clean the mud inside the earthen wall, and then piled up the mud on the earthen wall to plug the broken gaps and increase the height. Worried that the Jin soldiers would arrive at any time, even the officers were personally involved in the battle, and they were busy on the battlefield one by one.

Wang Song's military order, Zhang Heng certainly did not have any excuses. Wang Song, like his brother, is persuasive and understanding, even though he is older than Wang Song.

It's just that one tragic war after another has been fought, and it is inevitable that people will feel tired.

Pingding Army, outside Xuanhua Gate, outside Taiyuan City, every bloody battle is bloody, nine deaths, and I don't know that time, I will have to explain in this journey of conquest in all directions.

Dong Ping, this kid is so fateful, he took the rear army and followed Wang Song to Yangjiagou.

I don't know why, but this kid actually told him that if he couldn't come back, let him take care of his family.

Zhang Heng couldn't help but shake his head, secretly laughing at Dong Ping for being too cautious. Following Wang Song, how could he put him in danger, let alone die!

Even if it is a dead place, as long as Wang Song is there, Dong Ping will not be in danger. Although Wang Song is in a high position, but in terms of being a man, it is really not comparable to ordinary people, and Zhang Heng is also proud to have such a brother in life and death!

Speaking of which, the great changes in his life are not just following Wang Song to the sky.

Clumsy and self-confident, not tolerated, this is Wang Song's evaluation of him, but that's not it.

He was jealous and hateful, paranoid and arrogant, and many brothers in the army did not like him, and it was only here with Wang Song that he felt valuable and understood.

Many times he couldn't figure it out, what was in Wang Song's head, poetry and songs, tricks, and genius? It's just a real battlefield warrior.

Why is the gap between people so big?

Zhang Heng shook his head, the big war was imminent, and there were too many distracting thoughts in his mind.

In the mud behind the earthen wall, many ragged people were busy working, some scooping out the stagnant water, some shoveling dirt and building the wall, everyone was sweating profusely and covered in mud, but no one wanted to stop.

Seeing Zhang Heng coming over, the people gave way one after another and saluted this "big official" of the loyal army.

"Big official, can you beat the fanzi?"

Hu Xiaodong, whose face was covered with sweat and had a lot of mud spots on it, asked in a low voice with a smile on his face.

"Runaway?"

Zhang Heng smiled, patted Hu Xiaodong on the shoulder, and said loudly to the people around him:

"In the eyes of the loyal and righteous army, all of them are local chickens and tile dogs, so let's wait for a good life in the future!"

The people nodded yes one after another, although some didn't believe it, but these Song soldiers were all murderous, and the officials were calm and calm, which made them feel much more at ease.

"Do you know that Wang Tiegun is Wang Tiegun, an iron gun of dozens of catties, no fan is an opponent! With the king's iron spear here, you are still very afraid!"

The sergeant on the side shouted loudly to cheer up the people.

The people exchanged their heads and talked about it, Zhang Heng was about to speak, and the sergeant stepped forward to report that the Jurchen army was found in front.

The desolate trumpet sounded, and in the endless wilderness, countless black and pressed pockets emerged from the horizon, and then the foot cavalry slowly appeared, slowly towards the wall where the loyal army was stationed.

Zhang Heng's eyes widened suddenly, spit out a piece of dry grass in his mouth, and said loudly: "Beat the drum and sing gold, prepare to fight!"

Hu Xiaodong and the rest of the people were all frightened, hiding behind the earthen wall, and looked at the Jurchen army rolling forward outside in panic.

The heart-touching drums of war sounded, the sound of fighting was endless, and countless loyal and righteous soldiers were in their positions, artillery, bows and crossbows, and sergeants were eyeing each other, holding guns and knives, concentrating, and staring ahead.

In the midst of the Jurchen army, Hulu's face was pale, and he was looking at the wall in front of him, and of course, the Song army behind the earthen wall.

The rout of the Jinning army came back to report that the Bolu fire was killed in battle, and the Jin soldiers were annihilated.

The Jurchen rangers went out frequently, but found that the fortress going north to Fuzhou had been captured and had been cut off overnight.

The army of the Loyal and Righteous Army was nowhere to be found, and the headquarters occupied the north and south points, making it clear that it was the Jurchen army that was going to attack Yangjiagou. In this case, they also have to open up the passage to Fuzhou.

After the rainstorm, the Jin soldiers reorganized their army, and at about noon, the army led by Hulu and Ci Bushi arrived one after another. The Jin army was strictly disciplined, and the battle formation was strictly organized, and Hu Lu and Ci carefully observed from a distance, and then ordered the siege of the city.

Seeing the neat battle columns of the Song army on the wall, and the soldiers were all strong, he knew that this was a vicious battle, and I was afraid that he would have to pay a considerable price.

Two forts, one left and one right, easy to defend and difficult to attack, even if they are attacked, the mountain road is rugged, and the other side has a few artillery pieces in the steep place.

The easiest thing to break down is, of course, the wall between the two fortresses about three miles.

If the Jin army wanted to clear the checkpoint, it was naturally fierce, as if it was overwhelming, and went to the earthen wall desperately, launching rounds of attacks on this key card between Zhenchuan Fort and Jianning Village.

Han'er took the lead, and the ants attacked, and countless Song people were driven away, crying and screaming, charging forward, acting as cannon fodder for the Jurchen army and Han'er.

The dangerous places of Zhenchuan Fort and Jianning Village were guarded by the battalion commanders Li Deming and Zhang Shiwa with a battalion of loyal and righteous soldiers and five artillery pieces. Zhang Heng himself was in charge of the earthen wall between the two forts, and the remaining eight battalions of the Chinese army and 4,000 loyal soldiers were all laid out on this level.

Thousands of people of the Great Song Dynasty flocked here, and the loyal soldiers on the earthen wall all looked at each other and opened their eyes wide.

Wherever the Jurchen iron cavalry passed, the old and weak of the Song people were brutally killed, the women were driven and ravaged, and most of the men in the prime of life were taken captive, shaved off part of their hair, tied their braids, and served as coolies such as horses and burdens.

Now under this earthen wall, these Song people have gloriously assumed the responsibility of cannon fodder.

The people of the Song Dynasty were coerced by Fanzi, and the cowardly howled and cried, and the sound shook the heavens and the earth. The bold ones were silent, just moving forward, while the Jurchen Iron Cavalry and the Han'er were mixed in and acted as overseers. Once the soldiers of the loyal and righteous army on the wall hesitated and hesitated, the Jurchens and Han'er would not hesitate to shoot arrows to kill, kill and injure the loyal soldiers.

"Shoot!"

Zhang Heng, who was born as a bandit, died from a small family, and suffered a lot of displacement, has long been hard-hearted, and there is no warmth on the battlefield, only you die and I die.

As soon as he gave the order, the loyal and righteous army on the wall fired thousands of arrows, the artillery roared, and countless Jin soldiers, Song people and Han people fell one after another screaming. Many of the Song people and Han people were scattered, turned around and ran backwards.

The Jurchen knights stepped forward and slashed the fleeing Song people and Han'er mercilessly. The archers of the Jin people also rained down arrows, shooting the retreating deserters and civilians to death on the battlefield one by one.

A group of cowardly Song people!

He snorted softly through his nose. Disperse the Song people to attack the city, thinking that it could achieve some effect, but now it seems that the Song army guarding the wall does not eat this set at all.

And these men, if there were no Jurchen warriors to suppress the formation, I am afraid that they would have already collapsed.

"Death to those who retreat!"

Countless Song people were driven back, and together with the Han'er, they carried hastily made ladders and other things, shouted loudly, and rushed towards the wall, and soon crossed the pine and cypress trees a hundred steps away from the wall, and swarmed towards the city wall.

The tragic battle has begun!

It was almost dusk, and the surrounding mountains, rivers, and fortress trees were already a little blurred. On the earthen wall, a fierce battle has been going on for more than two hours.

Li Hequ didn't know how many Jin people he had assassinated. His arm became sore and limp, just stabbing out mechanically again and again.

The brothers around him didn't know how many had fallen, the walls were full of their corpses, and the corpses of some Jin soldiers were mixed in, piling up old highs.

Looking south from the wall, there are layers of corpses of golden soldiers everywhere outside the wall, extending outward from under the wall and heading south.

Torches had been lit all over the walls, and the soldiers on both sides were already exhausted from the desperate fighting.

Finally, the horn of Mingjin's troops sounded, and the Jin people retreated like a tide, and some of the Jin soldiers who had not had time to withdraw were shot to the ground, struggling in pain in a pool of blood.

His frowns were tightened, his triangular eyes were lowered, and he was completely no longer ferocious in the past. Despite the experience of Bo Lu Huo in the Jinning Army, he still couldn't believe that the loyal soldiers were so fierce and the Jurchen warriors were so embarrassed!

From the afternoon to the present, the fierce battle for more than two hours, the dense and layered corpses of the golden soldiers under the wall and outside the wall, have already explained everything.

Needless to say, some of the two or three thousand Song people who were driven to besiege the city were shot by the loyal army, and the rest were shot and killed by the Jin people.

Of the 5,000 Han who participated in the siege, about 2,000 were killed or wounded. Even the 1,000 Jurchen warriors who participated in the siege lost three or four hundred people.

According to his observations and estimates, the loss of the Song people was only about 1,000, and perhaps not 1,000.

The loyal and righteous army was guarded by the wall, and the firearms and crossbow beds took a great advantage, if it were not for the cannon fodder of the Song people, I was afraid that the losses of the Jin people would be greater. It seems that there is only a fierce battle overnight.

Knowing this, he led his troops to cross the Yellow River to the east, and then crossed the Yellow River from the territory of Fuzhou to the west, crossed the Yellow River and then went straight behind Wang Song's brigade. It takes an extra day, but it's better than being stuck here.

Torches were blazing on the earthen wall, and the loyal soldiers worked with the people to clean up the corpses and rescue the wounded.

Hu Xiaodong was full of smiles, and like other people, he worked very hard. With these loyal and righteous soldiers here, what can the Jurchen soldiers do.

Some soldiers went outside the wall to move the corpses, so as not to pile up too high in front of the wall, so that the Jin soldiers could attack the city. Some pack up feathered arrows and bows to replenish the wall supplies.

Li Hequ wrapped his clothes tightly and leaned against the battlement wall to rest. Zhang Heng walked past him, nodded appreciatively, and continued to move forward.

A night battle is coming!