On the east side of Mayu Mountain, in the jungle, a towering giant tree.

On the trunk of the tree, an owl, taking advantage of the break in the wind and sand, shook its feathers, ready to go out to catch a few voles to eat.

Suddenly, it rolled its eyes and flapped its wings and flew higher.

In the tree hole next to him, Zhao Ning, who had been observing him, was bored for a moment, and suddenly felt his scalp tingle.

There was a sound of rustling, like countless beasts crossing the border, stirring the grass and trees.

Looking down, the beast-like army, without lighting torches, marched in the dark.

Zhao Ning's hairs stood on end, his heart couldn't wait to jump to his throat, and his hands grabbed the handle of the knife fiercely.

With such a big wind and sand, he even attacked the camp, and the Tartars really didn't treat themselves as people.

Now, if you speak out rashly, you will definitely be shot into a sieve, and you may not be able to inform the brothers in front of you. How to pass on the news, Zhao Ning, who was anxious, was sweating all over his hands.

He quietly let go of the hilt of his knife and reached into his arms, holding the fire breaker and signal fireworks.

Just as he was at war between heaven and man, suddenly the sound of a sharp arrow breaking through the air came, and Zhao Ning's heart was like ashes.

But when he heard a plop, the owl fell to the ground, Zhao Ning was so nervous that he was suffocated, and he didn't dare to breathe a long sigh of relief, holding this stuffy breath, his hands and feet were stiff.

The Tartars underneath passed one by one, and once they were allowed to touch them, the consequences would be unimaginable.

In Zhao Ning's heart, he suddenly remembered the acacia flowers in his hometown, it was the season when the acacia flowers were ripe, and the old lady always picked them and the family gathered around the fragrant pot and feasted on them.

Although if you die in battle, your family will receive a generous subsidy, but who wants to die?

The instinct to survive made him slowly release the fire fold in his hand... As soon as the eyes closed, two teardrops rolled down.

The surroundings seemed to be quiet, and after a few moments, Zhao Ning held the fireworks again and took out the fire fold.

"Dog Tartar!"

With this roar, a firework rose into the sky, and the Tartars all stopped, and several of the generals led by them were already scolding.

With such a big wind and sand, I didn't expect that there were still spies from the Song army along this remote road.

In fact, this place is already a weak area for the Song army's sentinels, otherwise it would not be such a large area, just Zhao Ning.

His hands, feet, and body were tied to the tree with live buckles, and then he hid in the hollow of the tree that had been dug out.

Countless arrows flew and nailed Zhao Ning to the tree, but the spies in the distance also began to set off fireworks. Soon, the barracks on top were already lit with torches.

In the middle of the night, Han Shizhong couldn't figure out how many Tartars had come to attack the camp, and he hesitated a little when he stood at the gate of the village.

Zong Ze next to him said: "It's hard to understand the enemy's situation in the middle of the night, so let's just rocket and burn the mountain!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Yang Lin put on his armor and rushed out of the tent.

"Tartar raids?"

Han Shizhong's eyes drooped, and he said: "Shaozai, the sentinels in front have warned one after another, I don't know how many Tartars there are, our battalion is ready to set fire, and the head of the sect proposes to set fire to the mountain!" ”

Yang Lin said in a deep voice: "What do you think? ”

"Burning the mountain is the safest way, but the last general estimates that since the Tartars chose to attack at night in such a weather, and also know our troops, they will definitely not send a few soldiers and horses to send them to death. Once the fire boils and the wind rises, it may hurt your own people, so you can simply send troops to fight. If you are lucky, you can take advantage of the situation to break through the defense line of the Jurchens in the area of Mayu Mountain and completely occupy this high ground. ”

After Han Shizhong finished speaking, he looked at Yang Lin, and under the light of the fire, his face seemed cloudy.

In just an instant, Yang Lin made up his mind, clenched his fists and said: "The Tartars must be exhausted by the whole army, and there is no one in the camp to defend it, this is a God-given opportunity, let me cover up and kill it, and occupy all of Mayu Mountain." ”

The sound of the golden drum suddenly sounded, and the training of the soldiers of the Song Army on weekdays was able to see the results at this time.

Everyone quickly assembled and marched in formation, without the slightest confusion.

They were assembled every three to five days to familiarize themselves with the exposed night raids.

The Tartar, who knew that he was exposed, had already begun to retreat, and when he saw Song Jun's move, he stopped again.

If you retreat rashly, you will definitely be chased and annihilated, after all, the Song army is killing from the mountains.

The Jurchen Tartars didn't have much fear, as Han Shizhong and Yang Lin predicted, they almost poured out.

If the sneak attack failed, he fought with the Song army in this wind and sand.

On the top of the mountain, a tall Song soldier was slowly blowing the horn with all his strength.

The low whimpering sound resounded through Ma Yu Mountain, covering the sound of the wind reopening for a while.

In the sound of the horn, first of all, these fierce and light soldiers of the new army in Beijing came out first.

They did not hide behind the battle-hardened Great Wall Corps, and several generals were eager to prove themselves.

The two battalions, under the leadership of Yang Yizhong and Liu Qi, rushed down with torches.

The fire was quickly extinguished by the strong winds, but fortunately they were familiar with the road, and the Song army's secret sentry kept signaling the location of the Tartars.

Behind them, the Great Wall Corps and Zong Zexin's Youyan soldiers and horses followed.

The wind swept up the sand again, and it seemed that it was the protagonist of the battle, and the two sides collided in the middle of the sand.

The iron helmet on Yang Lin's head had been blown off, and now he was not afraid to guard against arrows, so he didn't care much about it.

Shaking his body, looking at the dark valley below, he was very nervous but didn't know what the battle situation was.

Zong Ze persuaded loudly on the side: "Shaozai, go back to the camp, it is useless to fight at night, let the guards listen to the return." ”

After speaking, he dragged Yang Lin back to the big tent, which was reinforced with several large wooden nails, wedged on the ground and fixed, and still swayed back and forth in the wind.

The two sides of the people who were fighting together below could not light the torches, and could only fight with their robes.

Some people raised their knives, but they were blown away, and in other places, even the trunks of trees were blown off.

In this situation, the fight becomes very difficult, and it is even more difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser.

Huyantong screamed, and he was about to stab forward, so violently that he could not pierce the armor of the Jurchen Tartars.

The battle in front was fierce, and there were too many soldiers and horses in the Song army, so they could only go around the battlefield from both sides.

In this way, the Tartars were surrounded, and only one side was left to retreat.

Han Xianqi, the leader of the Tartars, was originally Zong Han's confidant and a fierce general. Seeing such a scene, he could only shout and give orders, and retreat to avoid being surrounded by the Song army.

Unfortunately, the wind and sand were too great for his orders to spread, and most of the Tartars were red-eyed, howling and wishing that even the wind would cut them down.

Han Shizhong, who was commanding outside, was overjoyed after listening to the report of the flank light cavalry: "Surrounding the Tartars is also a great achievement, and sooner or later there will be a break in the wind and sand!" ”