As soon as Shen arrived, in the mountains west of Luoyang County, there were hints of fighting.

Sharp, piercing arrows rose from the trees, shattering the silence of the afternoon. The vanguard of the Jin soldiers was walking through the mountain roads several miles away, and the pace of their march paused for a moment, and the generals turned their eyes to the place where the sound had appeared, and the scouts nearby were approaching at high speed.

Scouts have always been the key to warfare for elite troops who are truly capable of fighting on the battlefield, and soldiers who are released, able to carry out tasks, and returned will be reused in that unit. In the early Wu Dynasty troops, the scouts were often the generals' personal guards and generals, and the number was small, pampered but difficult to cover too far, and once they encountered a sneak attack, they often had no ability to resist.

For an army of the Jin people, or even Tu Shanwei, it is normal for a large army to move forward and the scouts to be released, and there are no dead ends within a mile or two, of course, when encountering an army of the same level, the war is often caused by the scouts. In the process of Jin's annihilation of Liao, there were many cases of scouts fighting, calling friends, and finally leading to large-scale decisive battles.

Of course, the scouts let out too much, and sometimes it is inevitable to give false alarms, after the first arrow was raised, Jin Jiang Pucha held the telescope to observe the next wave of movement, and soon after, the second arrow also flew. This means that the enemy is indeed engaged.

The scouts in front of them gathered and swept over in that direction. For the Jurchens, they are the attackers in this formation, with superior forces, once they catch the enemy, they can bite to the death, and the team responsible for mobile support in the rear will come over in a steady stream. In the case of pulling away from the speed of guarding the Sword Pavilion, this will always be their advantage.

So the formation of the army on the road changed, and it was soon ready for battle.

……

The knives clashed heavily in the air, sparks from the clash of steel. Both sides pounced without hesitation after the first glance, the warrior of the Huaxia Army was a little shorter, but there were already traces of blood on his body, the female real scout fought hard three times, seeing that the other party did not stop stepping, and directly stepped over to die together, he retreated slightly sideways, and the whistling thick-backed broadsword went down and cut off one of his hands.

Winning or losing on the battlefield is only in the blink of an eye, the Jurchen scout has been on the battlefield for a long time, and the moment his arm is cut off, he will roll out, and the next moment, his head will fly.

The last thing that flickered in his mind was the "military rank" on the shoulders of the soldiers of the Huaxia Army. This soldier of the Huaxia Army looks to be only twenty or thirty years old, he looks young, his jaw is even shaved clean, and he has no beard, but judging from the "military rank", he is already the "regiment commander" in the Huaxia Army, and on the Jurchen side, he is the "Meng'an" commander who leads thousands of people.

If it weren't for the sight of such a rank, the Jurchen scout would not have chosen to subconsciously retreat under the fourth sword, in fact, if he faced an enemy who was slightly worse, his hand would not be broken, and his head would not fly. On the battlefield, after all, he is also a veteran who has fought for many years.

The thick-backed broadsword flicked in the air, blood splattering the ground, staining the grass and trees with specks of red. Chen Hai tightened the red silk on his wrist. This battle was coming to an end, and other Jurchen scouts were coming from afar, and the nearby comrades-in-arms were also leaning over while being vigilant.

"The wounded are transferred first." Chen Hai looked ahead and said, "Let's go south, inform the first two companies behind, don't rush closer, hide yourself, there are too many of us, try to go to the mudflats and fight with them." ”

As he spoke, the observer who had been riding to the top of a nearby ridge also came: "Pucha has set up a position, and it looks like he is ready to attack. ”

"As expected by the General Staff, the Jurchens have a strong desire to attack, and everyone strings their crossbows and walks while fighting."

The scouts gathered a little, crossed the mountains, and turned to the southern slopes, where the Jin scouts caught up and shot in this direction with their strong bows—the range of the Jurchen marksmen was a headache, but the distance was too far to be lethal, and once they were in medium range, the Chinese army's crossbows would cost them a lot of men.

Of course, long-distance shooting was not the main dish for both sides, and in order to prevent the Jurchen scouts from discovering the troops moving towards the mudflats, Chen Hai led a group of comrades to set up an ambush on the way, and after a period of fighting, they set off again.

The mudflats are not too far away for the Jurchen troops, and in a short time, the scout troops chasing after them in the rear have increased to more than 200 people, and the number is probably still increasing.

For the Jin soldiers, although they suffered a lot of losses in the southwest, and even lost the remaining generals who led the scouts, the number and combat effectiveness of their elite scouts should not be underestimated, more than 200 or even more scouts swept over, encountered an ambush, they could leave, a similar number of frontal conflicts, they were not without a chance to win.

Of course, there is a question about scouts, which is another conceptual matter for the Seventh Army of China.

The scouts that the Chinese Seventh Army could use were, in most cases, about half the size of the army.

For Chen Hai and others, in the few years they have survived in Dayang, what they have experienced the most is survival training in the wild, long-distance trekking, or cooperating or individual survival in the wild. Of course, these trainings are also divided into several grades, and some of them really can't survive will be considered for inclusion in ordinary troops, but most of them can survive.

Because before entering Dayang, they experienced a three-year fierce battle in Xiaocanghe. And Xiao Canghe went forward, some of the old people among them experienced the great battle against Lou Room in the northwest, and going back further, there were also a small number of people among them who were survivors of Dong Zhiyuan.

As the commander of the regiment, Chen Hai is thirty years old, and he can be regarded as a young man among his companions, but he has been joining the Huaxia Army for more than ten years. He was a warrior who participated in the Battle of Summer Village.

When the team passed through the mountains and grassy slopes and reached the low-lying area called the mudflat, it was still early and the air was moist and pleasant, Chen Hai drew his knife and went in the direction where the side met the sparse woods: "Prepare for battle." His face was young and his tone was young, except for his eyes, which were as resolute and harsh as winter. Those who knew him well knew that he never smiled.

The Chinese Seventh Army experienced a harsh environment all year round, and it was extremely normal for the Chinese Seventh Army to be unkempt when training in the field. But before setting off in the early morning, Chen Hai still cleaned himself, shaved his beard and cut his hair, and the soldiers under his command looked at him at first glance, and even felt that the regiment commander had become a young man, only the look in his eyes was not the same.

Just because he was a teenager, he had already lost the eyes of a young man.

More than ten years ago, the Jurchens went south for the first time, and Chen Hai was probably one of the most direct witnesses of that war. However, the Jurchens slaughtered into their village, Chen Hai's father died, and his mother hid him in a firewood stack, and after he got out of the firewood stack, he saw the body of his mother, who was not clothed, and the corpse was only half stained with black mud.

Soon after, he was rescued by the army, and a hunter surnamed Zheng in his forties took him with him, and spent several days in Mutuogang to investigate the situation of the Jurchens. The ice cracked, the hunter surnamed Zheng fell into the icy water, and there were Jurchen patrols nearby, and the old hunter did not struggle in the water, so he survived.

Since then, he has cried several times, but never laughed again.

There is no black mud on the mudflats, the mudflats are yellow, there is no ice in Hanzhong in April, and the air is not cold. But Chen Hai remembers the cold every day, and in the corner of his heart, there is a devouring sludge.

- Chen Hai never laughs.

……

At the second minute of Shen, in front of the depression in the southwest of Luoyang County, called the mudflat, the friction between the scouts between the two sides further intensified, and the rest of the scout troops of the Huaxia Army joined the battle one after another, gradually expanding the chaotic battle to more than 600 people. At the same time, the Jurchen scouts discovered that the main force of the First Division of the Seventh Army of China was marching from the west to the Jialing River in the direction of the mudflats after receiving the report.

The main force had appeared, and Pu Cha commanded the army at the same time, rushing towards the mudflats, and the scouts had already engaged the situation and quickly passed it to the main camp of Zonghan in the rear.

They don't care about refueling tactics, they don't care about fighting a mess, and the only thing they worry about is that the enemy is running around like loaches. Therefore, as long as you see it, it is always right to bite first.

……

Qi Xinyi sat on his horse and watched a brigade under his command push forward in the afternoon sun, and in the direction of the mudflat, the beacon smoke had risen.

"The Jurchens want to make a difference before the Sword Pavilion is lost, what we are afraid of is the cannon fodder style of Xi Yin, and it just so happens that everyone is happy this time." He spoke to the head of the regiment under his command, "There was only one large-scale friction last year, and the Jurchens are not very clear about our strength, this opportunity must be used well, and I can't say that we will be cautious next time we fight against them......"

The regimental commander nodded.

“…… In addition, if we do a good job here, Xinhan's side will be better off......"

……

The Jurchen vanguard crossed the ridge, the scouts in the mudflats were still fighting in groups one by one, a commander led the Jin soldiers to kill, and the Huaxia army also came over, followed by the Jurchen brigade over the ridge and gradually lined up. The brigade of the Huaxia Army stopped at the foot of the hill and lined up - they no longer marched towards the mudflats.

In Hanzhong in April, the sun set late, around the time of the unitary, the vanguard of the Jin soldiers launched an attack on the Han army under the mountain, their transportation capacity was sufficient, so they brought iron cannons, but the iron cannons were slowly deployed in the mountains.

Chen Hai, who was on the side of the mudflat battlefield, had already captured the starting point of the Jurchen on the opposite side. At this time, there were about 1,400 Jin soldiers gathered in the mudflats, and a regiment under Chen Hai's command, more than 900 people, had also been gathered, and they had completed the task of luring the enemy into the main force.

"We're all right. Collect the net and give the order to charge. He gave the order.

Three arrows with fireworks rushed into the sky one after another in a very short period of time, and the fireworks were blood-red.

Chen Hai drew his knife.

"Kill—"

"Kill—"

"Kill—"

The shouts that suddenly burst out on the battlefield were like spring thunder blooming, and the shouts of 900 people converged into one. Throughout the battlefield, the soldiers under Chen Hai's command automatically converged into six groups and rushed towards the four core points observed earlier.

The Jurchen commander who came down from the mountain was dressed in armor and stood under the banner, and suddenly, he saw three forces rushing towards him from different directions, and at this moment, his scalp began to tingle, but then it was the pride and enthusiasm of being a Jurchen general.

"Shoot the arrows—kill them with me—"

He swung his long knife. Under the white sunset, immediately horizontal knife.

The Huaxia army threw out the first round of grenades, and then, the straggler lines converged, and the soldiers of the Huaxia army who rushed over were the first to focus on the generals in the Jurchen army array.

Chen Hai brandished a heavy knife and slashed at the burly and tall Jurchen general on the war horse, and the soldiers around him were like two hedged tides, devouring each other in a roar. The eyes of the Jurchen generals were distorted and bloodthirsty, which was daunting, but Chen Hai never cared, and in his eyes, there was only whistling ice and snow and a devouring abyss.

The Jurchen generals led their own soldiers to kill them—

……

At two moments, Pu Cha led the army, and in the fierce charge, cut through the middle of the main force of the Huaxia army. This left him feeling a little confused. But then reacted, and in the middle of the battle, the Huaxia Army took the initiative to choose two wings to spread out and put them into the rear - the rear was close to the Jialing River.

After just a little thought, Pucha understood that in this battle, both sides had chosen the same combat intentions. He led the army to the rear of the Huaxia army, in order to hold the back of this Huaxia army, and when the reinforcements arrived, they would naturally be able to lay the victory, but the Huaxia army actually made the same choice, they wanted to put themselves in the angle with the Jialing River and fight a war of annihilation?

After the victory of the Chinese army in the southwest, it was already arrogant.

Anger welled up in his heart.

At this moment, the support team led by Saba should already be on the way here, and it should be able to arrive here after dark at the latest.

Pucha had a total of 10,000 people under his command, and at this time, 1,500 people were in the mudflats, and 2,500 people formed a rear position on the ridge opposite, and he led nearly 6,000 people to this side, and the troops with the number of the first division of the Seventh Army of China on the opposite side only added up to about 6,000.

This is the first battle, although the opponent is arrogant, but his side needs to remember the lesson of the Wangyuan Bridge, and the next battle can be as conservative as possible, ordering the opponent's mountain troops to advance slowly and support with iron artillery. Fight until dark, and then kill all these Han dogs.

He already had a plan in his heart, and at the same moment, the scout with blood rushed over, the mud flat battlefield was defeated, Meng'an Fulu was beheaded by the Han people, and almost in a short time, three Mouke were killed in battle, and more than 1,000 soldiers were lost and were fleeing in all directions.

……

With a "poof", a soldier of the Huaxia Army cut off the head of the dead Jurchen general under the toppled banner.

"Commander, is this head still useful?"

"Thrown it and fed it to the dogs."

Chen Hai walked past the corpse of the golden man with half of his body in blood, holding a telescope in his hand, looking at the position of the golden man on the opposite ridge, the artillery array was facing the main force of the Huaxia Army under the mountain, which was slowly taking shape.

"The main force of the Jin soldiers was separated, gathered the troops, and before dark, we took down the artillery array...... Convenient to greet the next burst. ”

Chen Hai spoke.

Chen Hai never smiled.

……

Before dark, Wanyan Saba's troops approached the Jialing River.

He heard the shrill sound of the bugle......