Chapter 408 Folding

Tiandu Mountain Camp.

The actions of the Song army were unexpected by everyone, and no one expected that the Song people would have the courage to take the initiative to attack nearly a hundred miles north of the Zhenrong army.

The geographical location of the Shimen Gorge that Chaogu once suggested was suddenly highlighted, and Liang Yi buried his fingers in the military map: "Wushu, the goal of the Song people must be here!" ”

Liang Gewei said: "Shimenxia is too pressing, and the army can only be launched after passing Shimenxia." If this place is held by the Song army, our advance will be in big trouble. ”

Wei Minglang said anxiously: "Wu pawn, without further ado, the old minister will take the elite to rush and take the stone gate before the Song army!" ”

Of course, Liang Gewei wants to grab the credit: "Wushu, leave this matter to me!" ”

Liang Zuo looked at the military map intently, and the muscles on his cheeks bulged one by one: "The Song people dare to take the initiative?" Liang Duguan immediately led the cavalry to set off, not only to guard the stone gate, but also to defeat the arrogance of the Song army! ”

After speaking, he said to Wei Minglangyu: "Uncle Huang is an important minister of my court, and his status is precious, how can he lead a light army to take risks?" The first formation should be handed over to the Ma Army forwards. It's just that the matter is uncomfortable at this juncture......"

It is indeed uncomfortable, the tactics of the Tangut people's field warfare, from the perspective of grand strategy, basically use encirclement points to send reinforcements.

Tactically speaking, it is generally necessary to use the advantage of mobility to surround a Song army, send a slave army and a servant army to the front, consume a large number of enemy arrows, and then the iron harrier breaks through the defensive position, drives the Song army to the Jedi, and finally seizes the time to eat, and then turns to eliminate the reinforcements.

Or use secondary forces to prevent the besieged Song army from breaking through first, and then come back to eat it after packing up the reinforcements.

Wei Minglangyu proposed another possibility: "Vulture, can we take the old road of Sanchuankou?" ”

Liang Gewei objected: "There is a fluke factor in the old road of Sanchuankou, if Zhu Guan did not enter Luochuan back then, and then Ren Fu did not enter Haoshuichuan, and the two relied on Liupan Mountain to defend, our army's results would not be so great." ”

Liang Zuo nodded: "Back then, Jingzong was attacking and defending, and the Song generals were arrogant, so they were led into a trap; Now that the situation has reversed, this time the Song soldiers came forward, and there was also a bit of the taste of the war back then. ”

"The Song army has been operating for 20 years, and the Liupan Mountain West Line and the fortress are vertical and horizontal, which is different from that year. Su Mingrun is not the brave Song general back then, he is cunning and cowardly, and he will definitely not be able to lure it. ”

Wei Minglang Yu also nodded helplessly: "Then let's follow the original plan and change the order of the army slightly." ”

Liang Zuo finally made up his mind: "Yes, the light cavalry will take the lead, snatch the stone gate, and within three days, the rear army must pull out the village, if there is a delay, behead!" ”

……

Liang Gewei led six thousand light horsemen and pounced on Shimen with great momentum.

One man and three horses, galloping for hundreds of miles, finally crossed Shimen Gorge at dawn.

Just as he was about to call for the troops to set up camp, he saw a lot of smoke and dust rise in front of him, and a cavalry force of about 3,000 men appeared on the horizon.

Liang Gewei drew out the Qingfeng Sword: "Kill!" ”

Six thousand cavalrymen rushed out from Liang Gewei's side: "Kill!" ”

The person who came was Tian Shouzhong, and when he saw this situation, he turned his horse and replied: "Withdraw!" ”

The Western Xia cavalry chased ten miles, but this group of Song troops was different from the past, they also had horses.

Previously, they were galloping for hundreds of miles, so soon the horses of the Western Xia cavalry were weak, and their speed became slower and slower.

Seeing this, Liang Gewei asked Mingjin to let his team come back.

However, at this moment, the three thousand Song troops spared a big circle and turned back.

Now it was Tian Shouzhong's turn to be arrogant, he pulled out the Zhiping riding knife, and charged with his front finger: "For the copper drum!" Come on! ”

Three thousand Konoha were suddenly like chicken blood: "Kill!" ”

After all, the Western Xia people have been in battle for a long time, a veteran general turned his horse, and a thousand tired cavalry resisted Tian Shouzhong's offensive, and the rest of the Western Xia army gathered into a formation and continued to gallop towards the mouth of the gorge.

Liang Gewei's heart was dripping blood, and he knew that the 1,000 cavalry after the break was finished.

However, the momentum has declined, and now the priority is to hold Shimenxia without loss, although the face is pale, and he has to return to the army to defend.

The Song army, which was marching at high speed, quickly bit the broken Western Xia people, and the cavalry broke in, and the sword was shining.

The men and horses on both sides collided fiercely, and then there was a scream of swords and blood, and countless people and horses fell to the ground and never got up again.

The wielding of the riding knife is all compared to the war knives of the Tangut people, the bones, and the iron mace...... There are all kinds of weapons of different lengths, and the power is self-evident.

A Western Xia cavalryman had just turned his horse's head when he saw a bright sword slashing towards him.

Stretched out an iron shovel to resist, and with a "bell", sparks splashed everywhere, and the war horse rushed over in a blink of an eye.

The second cavalry arrived, and this time the Western Xia sergeant was ready, ready to deflect the blade, and then let the opponent crash into his own hammer.

The Song army's cavalry battle, the movements are rigid, and it is still not enough to see!

However, after the sound of "bell" again, the iron shovel was broken into two!

It was still a mistake, but this time the sword light disappeared on the side of the Xixia people, and then flashed out with a bloody light.

The Tangut looked at the huge opening at his side in disbelief and fell off his horse unwillingly.

"Good equipment!" That was his last thought.

With just one wave of shock, the hastily exhausted Tangut people were cut off by a quarter.

The veteran threw down his helmet: "Fight to the death!" Can't let the Song people rush over! Run! Run! ”

If you look down from the sky, the ground looks like two short snakes fighting, but one big and one small, one fast and one slow, trying to bite each other's tails.

In the end, the little snake was exhausted, so it had to curl up, and was cut smaller and smaller by the big snake on the periphery.

The veteran's face was covered with blood, and the Qingfeng Sword in his hand had been broken, and now there were only about fifty people left.

The horses could no longer be ridden, and the crowd formed a circle to make a final resistance.

This scene is exactly the same as the good water river back then.

The veteran's white hair was scattered, like a mad tiger: "Song General!" Do you dare to fight alone with the old man? ”

"Old Guy!" Tian Shouzhong pursed his lips and raised his riding knife again: "For the sake of the copper drum, the brothers rush!" ”

Liang Gewei was high at the mouth of the gorge, watching the commander of the thousand soldiers being knocked down by the Song army's horses, stepping over, and there was no sound.

The huge Shura field ahead was so bloody and desolate under the remnant sun.

The two thousand Song troops arrogantly formed a defensive formation in front of them, and the distance was just enough to achieve a charge, arrogant and domineering, as if they expected that they would not dare to fight.

The rest began to clean up the battlefield, rescue the wounded comrades, gather the lost horses, and finally the whole team slowly retreated to the south, disappearing into the night.

What was left to him was the corpse of a thousand Western Xia cavalry on the grassland.

Liang Gewei's hands and feet were cold, but now he didn't care about worrying about the sin of the striker, so he quickly organized a camp and sent scouts to detect.

After a night of frenzied construction and fear, at dawn, a crude camp was barely established at the mouth of Shimen Gorge.

The morning fog cleared, and the sun reappeared on the horizon, but none of the scouts returned.

Those Song troops did not retreat! They're not far ahead!

Soon the Song army appeared, dragging the scouts who had been captured the previous night behind the horses, as if showing off, galloping past the front of the camp.

This army is different from the Liugu people and the Han people of the Song Dynasty, when they gain power, they are arrogant, noisy, arrogant, and cruel.

It's like a bunch of monkeys riding horses in leather armor, not an ordinary annoyance.

A cavalryman held a long bamboo pole with the head of the old commander who had been destroyed yesterday.

The cavalry stuck their heads in front of the Xixia camp, and it was the end that a charge could reach.

The captives were naked, and soon, one of the captives was dragged down.

A cavalryman rushed to the scene with an arrogant laugh and slashed the rope that dragged him.

The cavalryman who dragged the man immediately cursed, drew his riding knife and turned around.

The horseman, however, ignored it, laughed wildly as he watched as the captive rolled over and fled, and then rode his horse to catch up, slashing the captive down just before another cavalryman arrived.

Ending the cruel game, the two horsemen cursed at each other and ran separately towards the other horsemen, treating the captives behind them in the same way.

Liang Gewei's eyes cracked a few times on the camp, and his fingers were already scratching blood on the wood in front of him.

The warriors of the Great White High Country, how could they have been humiliated like this!