The soldiers and horses of the Song army were stationed on the west bank of the Nu River, returning to the monks and nuns as kings, and did not flinch because of the defeat last time.

This battle is the coming of Liwei, and it must be completely crushed by the monks and nuns who once defeated the Song army with the momentum of thunder, in order to be considered victorious.

The last time the spring was cold, this time as the warmth emerged, the snow melted and the ice melted, and the season of road pulp began.

The subsequent passage of the army was more than ten times more difficult than the original frozen road, and the wet road was not suitable for cavalry charges.

"Most of the forbidden troops of the Great Song Dynasty are foot soldiers, and the roads are muddy, which is good news for us." Yang Lin said with a smile in the big tent.

Liu Zhongwu was obviously also very pleased, raised his eyebrows and said: "If the main force fights, this is not an ordinary benefit, it is simply God helping our army." ”

This battle is related to the submission of the entire Tibetan, and I don't know how many battles I will fight less, so I must win the beautiful, the more beautiful the better.

Scouts have been dispatched, scattered everywhere to probe the enemy's movements, after all, the monks and nuns cannot be compared with the scale of the Song army, as long as they gather and attack, they can get information in advance here, so as not to be scattered by people like the last time.

Yang Lin laughed and nodded: "You have a good rest, and you have laid down the monks and nuns to avenge the white bones along the way." ”

Everyone geared up, got up and retreated, and when the last general went out, the smile on Yang Lin's face froze and he sighed.

Tubo has been delayed for so long, and at this time, the battle in the north should have been decided, and it will not take much time for the Jurchens to become famous all over the world.

Da Liao, a behemoth, once it falls, it will be like a whale falling to the bottom of the sea, and I don't know how many forces will rise because of it.

Not to mention the Jurchens, there were also the Mongol tribes in the west, especially the warlike Tatars, the Khakar tribe.

At this critical time, the Great Song Dynasty was bound here by the fragmented Tubo, and Yang Lin was afraid that the war would drag on for too long and delay his major events.

The next morning, the three scouts stood by the river, washed their faces, moistened their chapped lips, and then removed their water bladders and drew water.

The river here is clear and sweet, but the riverside is full of yellow sand. When the morning sun rises, the undulating sand mountains in the distance turn into a fiery red color under the reflection of the morning glow, like a burning flame.

Suddenly, there was a sound of horses' hooves, and the three of them fell to the ground alertly, only to see countless cavalry galloping past, all of them soldiers.

Soon after, the scouts released the signal fireworks to report the news, which were passed layer by layer to the Song army camp.

On the west bank of the Nu River, the camp stretches for ten miles, the army is mighty and killed, and the mourning soldiers return to the battle array, and they also have the heart of victory.

In the big tent of the Chinese army, a team of gun-wielding warriors with bright armor patrolled outside, and the pro-army guards of the Banzai battalion surrounded the entire big tent like stars holding the moon.

Lifting the big tent, Yang Lin was Liu Zhongwu on his left, Zhang Shuye on his right, and Lu Qian and Lu Wang behind him.

"Woo~~~Woo~~~" The desolate horn sounded, Yang Lin chuckled, and said: "I've been preparing for so long, even I'm looking forward to this battle, everyone, please get on the horse!" ”

"The Chinese infantry formed a formation to block the enemy's charge. Fang Qifo, you lead the barbarian cavalry and surround it from the left flank. The terrain in the west is higher, and Uncle Zhang led the troops to the left wing of the palace, and by the way, he seized the top of the mountain, preparing to be condescending and encircle and annihilate the reinforcements at any time. ”

"My scouts have already found out, and the monks and nuns have invited two reinforcements this time, and they happened to be destroyed together, so that the people of the Tibetan people will know the military might of my Great Song Dynasty."

"The rest of the generals, follow me to meet the enemy in the Chinese army, and stand by at any time."

The generals responded violently, withdrew from the camp like a tide, each turned on his horse, and galloped back to his camp with his own soldiers and guards.

In front of the Song army, the soldiers had not yet arrived, and they were already lined up. The Great Song soldiers lined up neatly, with clear flags, drums and horns, and horses neighing.

From a distance, people shouted horses neighing, strong as a mountain, flags and banners, swords and cold, who dared to believe that this was the army that was beaten back to Yangyi City in World War I.

Finally, a black army turned out on the horizon, and Shang Keyi, the leader of the Tibetan monks and nuns, rushed over happily with two sharp knives in his hand.

He really couldn't imagine why the Song people didn't learn a lesson, almost the same place, the same soldiers and horses, and came to give him another windfall?

The cavalry behind him rushed over with the leader, and the cavalry seemed to rush up in a chaotic manner, but every three knights always maintained a certain distance from each other, taking care of each other, and every three horses were a wedge, and all the wedges merged into a huge wedge.

This is the wedge of the formation, the two armies clashed, the Fan soldiers did not have any temptation, did not disrupt the opponent's formation through flank charges, attacks, containment and other measures, and even wanted to directly chisel through the Song formation?

On the lookout, Yang Lin sneered, and Liu Zhongwu also raised his eyebrows, and said angrily: "The thieves deceive people too much!" ”

"There is no return for teaching them this time."

The Song army had an army of 100,000 troops, and there were also Ukrainian barbarians to suppress the formation, and the Tibetans obviously wanted to replicate the last victory and expand the results.

The army of 100,000 wanted to cut through like this, and Yang Lin couldn't help but give a thumbs up for their courage and arrogant attitude. Are you and I Wang Huang? I'm sorry, I'm not a waste.

The earth trembled, and the hoofs thundered. Let the sound of the Nu River in front of him no longer be heard, with the infinite murderous aura, the sound of clothes and armor colliding with gold and iron, and the sound of horses and whips shouting and killing, covering the sound of turbulent flowing water.

The smoke and dust were filled, the sky and the earth changed color, and under the fierce collision, people turned over on their backs, and the miserable screams were in the sky.

The Chinese army's order flag kept waving, and Yang Lin sent his troops again to attack the opponent's flank army, and a full-scale melee unfolded by the river.

Shang Keyi's style of play is destined to have no way back in this battle, unless he is plunged headlong into this rushing Nu River, don't think about it or leave the battlefield.

Looking down from the lookout, Yang Lin continued to invest his troops, making the battle group more and more powerful, and the entire riverside was full of rampaging soldiers and horses, killing the earth, and the sun and moon were gone.

Suddenly, there was a puff of smoke and dust in the distance, and Shang Keyi laughed: "Reinforcements have arrived!" ”

It turned out that during the one-month truce, the monks and nuns were not idle, and contacted several large tribes to defeat the invading Song army together.

Smoke and dust rose on the southwest horizon, first a wisp of black line, and then quickly pushed forward, and the smoke and dust rolled like a yellow dragon with teeth and claws to choose people to devour, and it flew in like a lightning speed.

The Tubo Boru Department and the Duomi Department, in terms of strength, are still above the monks and nuns, and they have gathered no less than 30,000 elite soldiers to come to the aid of Shang Ke Yi.

This is what Yang Lin said when he was arranging his troops, and the enemy's two-way reinforcements were really loud.

"Good time!" Yang Lin clapped his hands and shouted loudly, and Lu Qianmeng behind him found that Shaozai's neck was red, obviously excited and nervous to the extreme.

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Huanglong Mansion, the city is in flames, and the war is in full swing.

In one winter, the Khitan craftsmen rushed to produce 800 stone cannons, rain of arrows and stones, and poured into the Huanglong Mansion every day without spending money, climbing ladders, beating city gates, building earth mountains, digging tunnels, and all kinds of tactics were used to the extreme.

The Liao army was majestic and marched towards Huanglongfu, which was occupied by the Jin State. Emperor Tianzuo was extremely confident at this time, and felt that under his own personal conquest, the Jin Kingdom would definitely be wiped out.

The defenders in the city came to block, and the water came to the earth, but they also saw the move and tried their best to resist.

After a fierce attack by the Liao army, there was no improvement in the slightest, but the Jurchens in the city, and the damage was really limited.

However, the 700,000 soldiers and horses brought by Da Liao this time, without a false report, are really scary.

Wanyan Wu begged to buy and suggested shrinking the soldiers and horses to protect the girl's true hometown. When one person proposed, ten or a hundred people responded, and for a while, the hustle and bustle in the Jurchen tent was the same voice: "Give up the land and cities that have been robbed, shrink the soldiers and horses, and protect the Jin Kingdom!" ”

The Emperor of the Jin Kingdom, the young Wanyan Akuba, drew his sword and cut off the table in front of him: "Since we have raised troops, we have to think that we have broken with Da Liao, this kind of war is just expected, why do you want to retreat when it comes to the end." If this is the case, have we sacrificed so many sons just to make your life comfortable for a few days? ”

The Jurchen Tartars in the tent had not yet developed a violent and arrogant mentality at this time, and they were so frightened that they didn't dare to speak anymore when they were beaten by Wanyan Agu.

"If anyone dares to say that they will retire to protect themselves, there will be no mercy!"

The resolute words also aroused their fierce spirit, and Wanyan Wu begged to bow his head and said: "Big brother, we all listen to you, you are the leader of the Jurchens and the emperor of our Jin Kingdom." ”

Wanyan Aguda's expression did not ease at all, raised the knife in his hand, and said loudly: "The Liao people are incompetent, and they have been attacking the city for days without a few warriors who dare to climb, and they only know how to smash stones outside the city. Our Jurchen warriors are invincible in the world, and you lead your respective Mok to rush out with me and slaughter the Liao dogs. ”

The successive victories could not change the "congenital insufficiency" of the Jurchen people: poverty and small population.

The Bohai people, who had just been annexed, did not completely surrender to the Jurchens, who were less powerful than them on paper, and Gao Yongchang, the king of Bohai, chose to ascend the throne and claim the title of emperor when the Liao army was pressing, calling himself the "Great Bohai Emperor", intending to restore the ancestral Bohai Kingdom.

At present, the Jurchens only have 20,000 soldiers and horses, and Wanyan Aguta is going to abandon the city and fight a field battle with 700,000 Liao troops.

In contrast, at the same time in the southwest, a major war between Song and Tubo could not be overshadowed.

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