The morning sun is not yet blazing. The fireworks of the message flew into the sky one after another, drawing a huge encirclement around the front army, and Wanyan Zonghan rode on his warhorse, his eyes changed positions as the fireworks rose, and the wind blew his white hair. He had drawn his sword in his hand.

The array of 30,000 troops marching forward is vast and huge, and in terms of quantity, all the Chinese Seventh Army participating in the war this time will not exceed this scale, not to mention the "ten rules of encirclement" mentioned in the art of war.

But as these fireworks rose, the momentum of the offensive was already brewing, and the main forces of the Huaxia Army, which had rushed to the surrounding area, did not have any hints of deception or feints. They are serious—what is even more peculiar is that even Wanyan Zonghan himself, or the generals and soldiers in the army, can more or less understand that the other side is serious.

While the fireworks were still rising to the north, the offensive began.

The first sound was from the forest to the east, and the figures rushed out from there, and there were not many of them, and they did not form any formation. There were still fireworks rising between the mountains to the north, and the group seemed to be rushing forward in impatience, shouting and closing the distance between them and the Jurchens.

Twenty or thirty people rushed into an army of thirty thousand, such an act seemed strange, but it also tightened the string in everyone's heart. On the front side of the Jurchens, the archers had already set up arrows and pulled their bows, and the generals in the front were experienced in a hundred battles and did not rush to send arrows. At this moment, the huge battlefield even seemed a little silent because of the shouts of the dozens of people rushing out of the woods.

A low trumpet sounded from the "silent" battlefield, the sound of which was low because the trumpeter was full of strength, but then it swept through the sky, circled, and rushed into the air, and a second black flag stood out from the mountainside to the southeast.

Then came the hills to the north, miles away, and then a figure rushed out from the south. Then came the fifth, sixth, and seventh formations......

The attacks that emerged one after another were like a tidal wave, coming from all directions, but compared to the huge army of 30,000 people, the appearance of each group of enemies seemed a little ridiculous, and most of their numbers were a group of dozens of people, but at this moment, they appeared in different positions within a radius of several miles, but they all showed the courage of a shipbreaker. Wanyan Zonghan looked at all this that appeared in the distance, and the long sword seemed to make an iron-blooded sound in the wind, and a sigh came out of his throat: "It's really like a market fight......"

yes, if he had seen it decades ago — or even ten years ago — he would have laughed. At that time, the battlefield was a dignified battlefield, tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people lined up to fight, in the step to the gang, the banner of the Liao people covered the sky and the sun, and the edge could not be seen at a glance, the two sides set up a position, firm determination to die, and then began to impact with a huge array. Such a small group of soldiers, put on the battlefield, will not even have the courage to charge, and they will not even be able to find it again without the vision of the generals or the warlords.

But at the moment in front of me, one after another, dozens or hundreds of people were appearing from all directions of vision. Black flags all over the mountains. He wanted to laugh to boost his morale, but there seemed to be ants crawling in the back of his head, which prevented him from laughing, because he knew that there was no joke on the other side.

The soldiers of the Chinese Army rushing all over the mountains, every one of them is serious!

To the east, on the front line of the Jurchen front, the general who led the troops had already ordered the arrows to be released. A rain of arrows rose into the sky.

The first team to attack from the groves here was a platoon under the jurisdiction of the Second Battalion and the First Company of the Second Regiment of the Second Brigade of the First Division of the Seventh Army of China, the company commander Niu Chengshu and the platoon commander Zhao Xingwang, this was a 32-year-old veteran with a tall and thin figure and a scar in the corner of his eye. To be the first army to rush to the Jurchens, nine deaths, but at the same time, it is also a great honor.

Such a charge was built on great courage, but at the same time on confidence in countless comrades. They were the first to rush towards the ranks of the Jurchen army, and as they rushed out of the woods, the vision unfolded, the rising fireworks were still appearing, and on the mountainside not far to the southeast, a second black banner immediately attacked, and then, from a low to a high-pitched charge, the north, the south, the northeast...... The teams are like them, rushing out, such pictures and echoes are enough to make people's blood boil and see death as home.

On the other side is of course an astonishingly large Jurchen army, but if they deal with such an enemy, they already know it well, and they also know that their companions around them will definitely give them the greatest support.

The Jurchen front formation of the twenty-three of them rushed towards a thousand people, and the Jurchen generals among them were also very experienced, he let the archers lead but not attack, waiting for the rushing Chinese soldiers to enter the maximum killing range, but in the face of the straggler formation of twenty or thirty people, no matter how the archers on the opposite side chosen, it was embarrassing.

"Attention!"

The twenty-three people did not run fast, they all maintained a similar speed, and when they entered the first place with large and small rocks, Zhao Xingwang shouted short but firmly, he raised his shield slightly, and the soldiers around him also raised their shields slightly, and the shouts and killings around them had become disturbed with the charge of dozens of teams, and they entered the best range of archers.

Black arrows flew up like locusts.

"Hide—"

Zhao Xingwang pounced on a big stone, raised his shield, and his soldiers also chose their own places to bend to dodge, and then one after another arrows fell, and a swishing thumping sound sounded. The shouting of killing was still spreading around, and Zhao Xingwang saw that there were also soldiers of the Huaxia Army on the ridge in the northeast who were sticking down, and in the rear, the company commander Niu Chengshu led the other two platoons of soldiers to also kill them, they were a little slower, waiting for the response. He knew that at this moment, there must be countless companions around the huge battlefield, who were rushing towards the Jurchen military column.

The time when an offensive is launched without contact has always been peculiar throughout the course of the war. It was quiet and noisy, tumbling but silent, like hot water in a pot waiting to boil, and the waves in front of the stall were about to crash and burst.

The rain of arrows had already fallen, Zhao Xingwang didn't have time to ask if anyone was injured, he raised his head and glanced forward from behind the big stone, at this moment, they were less than fifty zhang away from the Jurchen front of the thousand-man team, and a column in the Jurchen front formation had begun to deform, it was a team of about a hundred people, and it was about to rush out this way.

Zhao Xingwang exhaled, at this moment, he already knew that the commander opposite was an experienced Jurchen general. After the grenade and other explosives were put into use by the Huaxia Army, unless they relied on camps, city walls, and fortifications for defense, they were most taboo to fight in formation, even if they were thousands of people on the opposite side, they would be thrown close to each other for a round, and they would be taken away from their momentum, and when the second and third rows rushed over, the follow-up battle basically did not have to be fought again.

With a superior force of about 100 people, igniting fire and thunder to hedge is a relatively suitable choice.

Zhao Xingwang made a gesture: "Listen to my orders-go-"

The comrades-in-arms held their shields, bent slightly, and began to rush out from behind the bunkers they were looking for, their pace began to speed up, and then, the hundred-man team of the opposite Jin army also rushed out, and the distance between the two sides was shortened to thirty-five zhang, and Zhao Xingwang, who had just walked out, stopped, and the soldiers also stopped: "Grenade preparation——"

"Three!"

"Two!"

The eyes of the soldiers flashed fiercely: "Rush-"

More than 20 people, rushing out with all their might, merging into the tide of the entire battlefield.

The tactics of small-scale hedging operations by soldiers and using grenades, fire and thunder to open up the situation only began to gradually appear in recent years, and as the Jurchens barely adapted to such a form of combat in this southern expedition, the countermeasures of the Huaxia army also began to increase. In the face of the small Jurchen troops coming up from the opposite side, this rhythm of "stop-and-go" is a countermeasure method that has only been brewed in company and platoon operations in recent days. A three-second pause at the distance of the upcoming battle was a step that had already been negotiated for one's own side, but it was as uncomfortable as a fork in the air for the Jurchen troops who were holding back their strength and rushing up.

The charge of the Jurchen Hundred was originally trying to maintain the formation as before, but after this moment, the pace of the soldiers suddenly became chaotic, and the front began to rapidly deform in the charge - the battle of the skirmishers had to be deformed, but the choice of self was of course different from the forced dispersion. But there is no room for more contingencies.

The distance between the two sides narrowed in the whistling, fifteen zhang, Zhao Xingwang and others threw grenades at the crowd in front, several grenades crossed the sky, fell, and the fire and thunder on the opposite side also flew one after another. Compared with the wooden-handled grenades of the Huaxia Army, the circular fire mine on the opposite side has a relatively short throw distance and poor accuracy.

Explosions rang out in the crowd opposite, some people flew upside down, some people rolled to the ground. The soldiers of the Huaxia Army on this side also fell in the charge in the face of the explosion, choosing a defensive posture. In fact, the fire and thunder on the opposite side fell in an extremely wide range, and the Huaxia army paused for three seconds before the charge, disrupting the time for the Jurchen soldiers to ignite the fire and thunder.

The battlefield was filled with black smoke, and the bloody atmosphere was diffused, and in the black smoke, there was the hysterical roar of the Jurchen generals, as well as the rolling and wailing of the wounded. Zhao Xingwang had already gotten up at the next moment when the explosion stopped, and glanced to the side, and the figures of his comrades were also struggling to get up, holding steel knives and shaking off the dust on their bodies.

"-trapped-trapped!"

The soldier struck into the smoke and pounced on it from the other side.

Unfold the ram.

……

Throughout the battlefield, arrows were rising in formation, and the sound of artillery rang out. One by one, the Chinese army chose to defend or retreat in the rain of arrows and artillery fire, but more teams took advantage of the gap to rush down, and the periphery of the entire battlefield was like a gradually heating oil pot, and the boiling and blasting began to become intense.

At that time, the encirclement operation, which spread for several miles in three directions, was already in full swing, and the offensive units of the Huaxia Army were almost split to the platoon level, and each combat unit had its own contingency when the general direction was determined. Of course, there are also some officers of the Huaxia Army who can only distinguish the timing of advance and retreat, but such a change is not something that the Jurchen command system can adapt.

The bombardment of artillery positions was like a cannon hitting mosquitoes for the stragglers on the periphery, and the Jurchens did not dare to take a passive defense, as the charge of the Huaxia army unfolded, the Jurchens hedged with a hundred troops on the periphery, and some of the troops that had been defeated in the previous battle were almost immediately defeated, and a few teams blocked the first round of attack of the Huaxia army.

The chaos began to spread, and in an instant, the attack of the Huaxia army was like a stabbing needle, beginning to pierce the perimeter of Zonghan's army and extend inward. At this time, Gao Qingyi had also gathered a large number of cavalry and launched a counterattack.

The sun was already high in the sky, and it was ten o'clock in the morning on April 24, the sixth and last day of the entire battle of Hanzhong. Since the battle of the 19th day began, the Huaxia Seventh Army has never avoided any battle, this is the strongest sword that the Huaxia Army has been polishing for several years, and at this moment when the entire southwest battle is coming to an end, they are about to complete their mission.

Wanyan Zonghan originally wanted to start a decisive battle at the first time, but decades of combat experience made him choose to delay for a few days, such a struggle is not without reason, but everyone understands that the decisive battle will inevitably happen at a certain moment, so on the day of the twenty-fourth, as the Jurchens finally straightened their attitude, the Huaxia army also put on a correct posture and put all its strength into the frontal battlefield.

On the ensuing battlefield, the Jurchens put up a stubborn resistance......