The blade slashed through the ice and snow, and between the fields of vision, there was a vast expanse of color. The sky has just dawned, and the wind and snow in front of me are stirring and whirling.

There was a thud, mixed with the countless sounds around him, a bloody and viscous breath came to his face, someone on his side stabbed with a spear, the arrows of his companions behind him were shot, and the bowstring resounded. Mao Yishan's eyes widened, looking at the appearance of blood coming out of the tall Northeast man in front of him, from his ribs to his chest, thick blood spurted out from there, splashing his face, and some even rushed into his mouth, hot.

Summer Village.

Half an hour after the start of the battle, a soldier named Mao Yishan killed the enemy for the first time in his life.

He joined the army a few years ago. Join the army, get a salary, meet the officials, occasionally train, in the past few years, the Wu Dynasty is not peaceful, he has occasionally sorted, but there is no chance to kill, and when the Jurchen called, he was wrapped in the military array, with killing, with the escape, blood and fire burning night, he also saw his companions being cut to the ground, the scene of blood flowing like a river, but he never killed anyone.

That's nothing, he's just a man who gets paid for food. Above the battle array, there are crowds of people, outside the battle array, there are also crowds of people, no one pays attention to him, no one has expectations for him, he can't kill people, he is still defeated when he should be defeated, even if he is killed, no one must care about him.

Until he came to this summer village, I don't know why, everyone was defeated, gathered together, huddled together for warmth, he heard them tell such and such stories, about those very powerful people, generals, heroes, or something. He followed the food, followed the training, and he didn't have much to look forward to, but he vaguely felt. I've been training for so long, if only I could kill two people.

Originally, he also thought about walking away from here, this village was too remote, and they actually wanted to fight the Jurchens. But in the end, I stayed, mainly because I had something to do every day. After eating, I went to training, after training, I went to shovel snow, and at night everyone would talk together, sometimes laughing, sometimes making people want to cry, and gradually I got to know a few people around me. If it was in other places, after such a rout, he could only find a Shangguan he didn't know, find a few fellows with similar accents, and rush to the army when he was leading the army. When there is nothing to do, everyone can only hide in the tent to keep warm, and no one in the army will really take care of him, and after such a big defeat, I am afraid that there will not even be training.

Relatively speaking, he prefers the atmosphere of Xia Village, at least he knows what he is going to do next, even because he works very hard in shoveling snow. Several high-ranking officials also talked about him one day: "This guy is willing to do things and has the strength to do things." That's what his superiors said. Then several other higher-ranking officers nodded, and one of the younger officers patted him on the shoulder: "Don't get tired, brother. ”

How can it be exhausting......

Then he heard that those powerful people had gone out to fight the Jurchens, and then the news came that they had won the war. When these people returned, the most powerful scholar in the entire summer village came to the stage to speak. He didn't think he understood much, but when the time had come, his hands trembled for half a night, a little expectant, but he didn't know if he might be able to kill one or two enemies—if only he hadn't been hurt. It was the next morning. The resentful men attacked. He was in the middle of the front line, waiting behind the hut, and the archers were a little further behind.

The resentful army rushed up, and in front of him, there was a wooden outer wall more than a hundred zhang long on the east side of Xia Village, and the shouts of killing were boiling, and the smell of blood entered his nose. I don't know when, the sky was bright, and his commander carried a knife and said, "Let's go!" He turned out of the hut with his knife in hand, and the snow parted before his eyes.

He and the soldiers around him rushed to the wooden wall in front of him as fast as possible, the bloody atmosphere became more and more intense, the figure on the wooden wall flashed, his commander rushed up first, as if he had killed an enemy in the wind and snow, he was about to rush up, the soldier in front of him who was fighting on the camp wall fell down suddenly, but he was hit by an arrow, Mao Yishan held him up and let him come down, and the people around him had already rushed up.

The man leaned out and was hit by an arrow in the shoulder when he was killed, Mao Yishan's mind was a little confused, but then he picked him up and rushed back, and when he rushed back again, when he ran up the wall, he just cut off a hook and threw it up, and he hadn't encountered the enemy for a long time. In this way, when he was a little discouraged in his heart, someone suddenly climbed over the wall and killed him, Mao Yishan was still hiding behind the camp wall, and subconsciously waved a knife, blood poured on his head and face, he was slightly stunned, and then knew that he had killed someone.

He was already familiar with the smell of blood, but the fact that he had killed the enemy with his own hands made him slightly stunned. But the next moment, his body still rushed forward, and another knife slashed out, but this one slashed into the air, and two spears pierced out, one pierced the man's neck, and the other pierced the man's chest, pushing the man out of the air.

The snow mist swirled between the noses, and the shadows around the field of vision were intertwined, and where someone jumped in, a simple ladder was erected outside, and a Liaodong man rushed in. Mao Yishan only felt that the whole world was alive, and all he could think of was the scene of the fiasco that day, and his companions in the barracks were killed on the ground, and there was blood all over the ground, some people's abdominal organs flowed out of their stomachs, and there were even those who were not dead, and the thirty or forty-year-old man cried "help, spare his life...... He didn't dare to stop, he could only run desperately, urinating in the crotch of his pants......

He rushed up suddenly, a knife from left to right in front of the head of the Liaodong military man, slammed the other party waved the knife to block, Mao Yishan was still shouting "ah-", the second knife was slashed from the top right, and it was slammed again, he felt that the tiger's mouth was numb, and the other party fell down without saying a word, Mao Yishan shrank behind the camp wall, knowing that this knife had split the other party's brain.

"Hahaha...... Hahaha......" He squatted there, let out a low whistling sound, and then grabbed an angular hard stone behind the female wall, turned around and swung it out, the soldier who ran up the ladder bowed down and dodged, the stone fell on the thigh of a runner on the snow behind, the man's body jolted, and he took the bow and arrow and shot it this way, Mao Yishan hurriedly retreated, and the arrow flew through the sky. He was stunned. Grabbing a stone and about to throw it again, the soldier on the stairs had already run up a few steps, and was about to rush when he was hit by an arrow in the neck.

The archers ran past Mao Yishan: "Good job!" ”

Mao Yishan replied loudly: "Kill, kill well!" ”

Someone on the battlefield responded: "Leave them all here—"

A few feet away from the wooden wall, a fierce battle was going on, and several resentful forwards had already rushed in. But then the Wu Dynasty soldiers who rushed up cut the connection with the rear, several people screamed, frantically killed, one person's hand was cut off, and blood was spilled indiscriminately. The men who surrounded and killed the past on their side were also crazy, covered in blood, and killed with the few resentful soldiers who wanted to kill back and tear the defensive line, shouting: "Don't think about going back when you come!" Your father loves you—"

Outside the wooden walls, resentful soldiers rushed in.

No matter what kind of siege warfare. As long as there is no room for shortcuts, the general strategy is to break through the opponent's defense limit with a strong attack, and the fighting consciousness and will of the soldiers of the resentful army are not weak, and the battle is carried out at this time, the sky is already bright, Zhang Linghui and Liu Shunren have basically seen the strength and weakness of this camp wall, and began to really attack. The camp wall is not very high, so it is not uncommon for opposing soldiers to climb up and rush in. But the Xia Village side originally did not fully pin their hopes on this storey high camp wall, behind the camp wall. The current defensive line is amazingly thick, and there are several squads with high combat strength, and in order to kill people, they will deliberately let go of the defense, and then seal the mouth and eat people when the other party comes in.

Mao Yishan hid behind the camp wall, waiting for a resentful man to rush up, stood up and slashed at the opponent's thigh. The man's body had already begun to fall into the wooden wall, and with a wave of his hand, Mao Yishan shrank his head, and then buzzed, and the knife light swept over his head. The image of the enemy with the skull cut off flashed through his mind, and he thought to himself that he had also been cut off in the head. The resentful man had cut off two-thirds of his legs, screaming on the camp wall, rolling and slashing with his knife.

Mao Yishan only felt that there was blood on his head, and he wanted to rush over, but the desperate slashing of the steel knife of the resentful soldier made him retreat again, and then grabbed a wooden stick and slammed it on the man's head and body several times, and when the other party was not moving, there was already blood all around. A companion rushed over, and fought with a resentful soldier behind him, and then fell at his feet, his chest was blood-red, Mao Yishan turned around, and then fought with the resentful soldier, his wooden stick had the upper hand, and embedded the opponent's steel knife, but the resentful soldier was burly, and kicked Mao Yishan's heart fiercely, kicking him out, Mao Yishan couldn't get up in one breath, and his hand was desperately grabbing beside him, but the resentful soldier had already rushed with a knife.

On the inside of the camp wall, someone also rushed at high speed, kicked on the inner wall, jumped high, and the figure slashed at the waist of the resentful man, and Mao Yishan saw the blood and internal organs flowing rattling.

The man who saved him climbed up to the platform inside the camp wall, and fought with the members of the resentful army who rushed one after another, Mao Yishan felt blood on his hands and body at this time, he grabbed the knife on the ground - it was the enemy of the resentful army who was killed by him who cut off his legs and beat him alive - got up and was about to speak, and the companion who stopped the Jurchens from coming up was also hit by an arrow in the shoulder, and then another arrow, Mao Yishan shouted and took his place.

At this moment, he only felt that this was the first time in his life that he had touched the battlefield, and it was the first time that he wanted to win so much, and he wanted to kill the enemy.

In the front, the soldiers of the resentful army swarmed in, and in the rear, there were also generals who sensed this weak point and led the troops to rush over. He felt the companions rushing next to him, felt the fierce enemy in front of him, and suddenly dodged an arrow, the dodging action was almost subconscious, but he really avoided the direction of the arrow, and in the dodge, he did not completely retract into the female wall, but paid attention to the movement in front of him at any time.

It's okay to die, I'll pull you all down......

At this time, Mao Yishan felt the air move a little.

Two zhang away from his side, inside a camp wall that was higher than this, the fire and air waves suddenly erupted, the camp wall shook, Mao Yishan even saw the shape of the snowflakes scattering and freezing in the air for a moment, in this snowstorm, there were clear traces of brushing into the distance. After that moment, a roaring explosion rang out in the snow in the distance. It was the dense spot where the resentful army was charging in the middle of it, and at this moment, dozens of traces formed in the snowflakes, they were almost connected, and the raging explosion drowned out the crowd.

Boom Boom

Snowflakes, air waves, shields, human bodies, black smoke, white vapor, red plasma, in this moment. All of them rose into the barrier set off by the explosion, and everyone on the battlefield was stunned for a moment.

Then, an ancient and loud horn sounded.

The side door of the camp, just like that, opened.

The heavy cavalry wearing black armor and cloak appeared in the field of vision of the resentful army. And in the rear of Mao Yishan and others, shield guards and archers flocked in.

There was only a momentary pause in the fighting. And then it continues.

A short time later, the second round of explosions rang out.

The roar of the elm cannon and the heat wave scorched the entire battlefield back and forth......

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When the explosion sounded suddenly, Zhang Linghui and Liu Shunren felt a little stunned.

From the moment they decided to storm this camp, they were ready to go through a hard battle, and the other side had more than 4,000 elite soldiers as the skeleton to support a camp of 20,000 people. However, as long as these 15,000 or 6,000 weak soldiers can't support the wall, once the number of dead people increases, they will turn around and affect the morale of more than 4,000 elite soldiers.

It's not impossible, but there is a price to pay.

This is nothing, even if they played a not very glorious role in the battle of Chaobai River, they fought hard among the hungry people in Liaodong after all. The reluctance to fight with the Jurchens does not mean that they are just like the officials of the Wu Dynasty. I thought I didn't have to pay for anything. It's really desperate, such consciousness and strength. They all have.

Chang Shengjun has already betrayed twice, and it is impossible to betray the third time, in such a situation, with the strength at hand to gain credit in front of Zongwang and gain a place in the future Jurchen court, is the only way out. It makes sense. There's not much left to say.

They went on the offensive in the most orthodox way.

This initial attack is usually used to test the opponent's quality, first make a feint, and then pile up the crowd, for a clever general. It will soon be possible to test how resilient the other party is. Therefore, in the first half hour, they were still somewhat restrained, and then they began to attack with high intensity.

The outer wall of the entire Xiacun valley, surrounded from the bank of the Yellow River, hundreds of zhang of the periphery, although there are two months to build, but to be able to build a defense of more than one zhang high, it is quite difficult, the outside of the wooden wall is naturally high and low, most places have wooden thorns extending outward, blocking the attack of outsiders, but naturally, there are also strong and weak, there are places that are easy to fight, and there are places that are not easy to fight.

An hour after the attack began, Zhang Linghui and Liu Shunren had roughly grasped the situation of the defense, and they launched the highest intensity of onslaught against a section of wooden wall to the east, and at this time more than 800 people had gathered under this wall, including warriors in the vanguard, and archers mixed in to suppress the soldiers on the wooden wall. In the rear, there are also stormtroopers who are constantly coming with shields.

If there are no variables, Zhang and Liu will directly attack here for a day, and simply break through this section of city defense. With their knowledge of the Wu Dynasty's army, this is not an overstatement. On the other hand, the other party's defense is also firm, and unlike the other breached city defenses of the Wu Dynasty, which are life-for-life or tragic, this time what is shown in front of them is indeed the killing of two armies of equal strength.

Zhang Linghui and Liu Shunren knew that the other party had put the elite into the battle, and they only hoped that they could quickly force the opponent to the limit after testing the bottom line of the opponent's strength. At the time of the battle, Liu Shunren was also considering launching a large-scale charge against another section of the battalion, and then something happened.

"Firearms ......"

"Wu Dynasty firearms?"

After realizing this concept for a moment, before they had time to have more doubts, they heard the sound of trumpets coming from the wind and snow, the air trembled, and the ominous meaning was being pushed up, and the feeling that had been accumulated since the beginning of the war, as if they were not fighting against the Wu Dynasty, was becoming clear and intense.

"Call the cavalry to answer—"

"No! It's all back! Rewind—"

At the moment when they saw the black armor heavy horse, the two generals issued different orders almost at the same time-

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Since the Jurchens went south, it has become the norm for the Wu Dynasty army to be defeated and flee in front of the Jurchen army, and the countless battles that have come have been almost without exception, even in front of the victorious army, there are very few people who can maneuver and resist. It's in such an atmosphere. An hour after the battle of Xia Village finally broke out, the elm cannon began to strike like a line, and then it was the young general named Yue Pengju who received the heavy cavalry attack.

In the process of building the defense of Xia Village, the woodland in the distance of the outer wall. A piece of land has been bulldozed, basically, a stone's throw has been emptied, and in it, half of the land is left with stakes, and the other half is not spacious, which is really suitable for the running of war horses.

The elm cannon blasted out from different directions rushed in the direction of the resentful army, marking a bullet point about more than ten zhang wide and more than ten zhang long. Due to the limited power of the shells. Of course, not all of them died, in fact, there were no more than fifty or sixty people in the middle, but when the sound of the cannons stopped, blood, flesh, black ash, white vapor, all kinds of colors were mixed together, and the wounded soldiers were mutilated, and the flesh and blood on their bodies were blurred, and they screamed madly...... When these things come into everyone's eyes. This place, the stormtroopers. Almost involuntarily stopped.

On the side, more than 100 heavy cavalry rushed down, and in that slightly low-lying place, on the wooden wall facing the elite of nearly 800 resentful troops, Rulin's shield was rising.

Some of the mid-level generals of the resentful army began to make people charge, blocking the heavy cavalry. However, the sound of explosions sounded again in the course of their charge, and when the order to retreat from the large camp came, it was a little late, and the heavy cavalry was blocking their way.

Some of the men at the rear were still trying to flee back—a few did—but then the heavy cavalry had blocked the way like a barrier, and they lined up in two rows. Wielding his sword, he began to push towards the camp wall like a meat grinder.

The slaughter began.

The cavalry of the resentful army did not dare to come, and in such an explosion, a few horses were startled when they approached, and long-range bows and arrows did not make sense to the heavy cavalry, but would shoot their own people.

At this moment, in the face of the sudden surprise attack of Xia Village, the nearly 800 soldiers of the resentful army outside the camp wall in the east seemed to be surrounded in an urn city. There were many warlike soldiers and middle and lower rank generals among them, and when the heavy cavalry crushed them, these people tried to form a gun formation to resist, but it was meaningless, and on the rear camp wall, the archers were condescending, shooting the crowd below with a rain of arrows.

Some of them still tried to attack from above, but in the reinforced defenses above, it was still a fool's dream to break through the shield wall and the spears and guns behind them in a short time.

The crowd that tried to flee on either side was met with more archers, and some of the resentful soldiers tried to surrender, but they were then crushed by the heavy cavalry.

This sudden scene shocked everyone, and the soldiers of the resentful army in the other directions all ran away after receiving the order to retreat - in fact, even in the intensity of the battle, in such a charge, the soldiers who were shot by bows and arrows were still not very many, and most of them rushed under the wooden wall, and if they had not rushed up to the wall to meet the people, they would still have survived in large numbers - but during this time, the surroundings had become quiet, except for this depression, which continued to boil for a while.

The soldiers of the resentful army were slaughtered.

From afar, Zhang Linghui and Liu Shunren looked at this qiē - they could only watch, even if they put in 10,000 people, they couldn't even leave this heavy cavalry, the other party rushed and killed and went back, and they could only kill and wound more people - the entire Changsheng army was watching this qiē, when the last scream disappeared in the wind and snow, the depression and snow slope were broken and the blood flowed like a river. Then the heavy cavalry dismounted, the shields on the camp wall were lowered, and a long line of archers was still aiming at the corpses below, in case someone played dead.

"Damn, I'm cāo his ancestor!" Zhang Linghui clenched his fists, his muscles burst out, looking at this qiē, his fists were already trembling, "What kind of person is this......

Before this, they had dealt with the Wu Dynasty many times, and they were all clear about the ugliness of those officials and the decay of the army, and it was for this reason that they would abandon the Wu Dynasty and surrender to the Jurchens. He had seen people in the Wu Dynasty who could do such things......

"Chop off their heads and throw them back!" On the wooden wall, Yue Fei, who was in charge of this sortie, gave an order, full of murderous aura, "Next, let them attack by stepping on people's heads!" ”

He has no mercy on his enemies.

The heavy cavalry cut off the heads, and then threw them in the direction of the resentful army, and one by one the heads slashed through the air and fell on the snow.

Farther away, at the foot of the mountain, some people watched this qiē, watched the members of the resentful army being slaughtered like pigs and dogs, and watched those heads being thrown out one by one, trembling all over.

…… It's as simple as that.

"Eat!" On an observatory in the valley, Ning Yi clapped his hands and said.

This was the beginning of the Battle of Summer Village.

It wasn't long before the whole valley was boiling over for this first victory......

Zhang and Liu temporarily collected their troops, making simple siege equipment that could be used to attack the camp as quickly as possible, while on the other hand, a scout was passing through the snow field to inform Guo Yaoshi of the results of the battle......

…… and Wanyan Zongwang. (To be continued......)