A white dove fluttered across the Liao River and landed in a military village on the west bank of the river.

Cao Quan looked at the flying pigeon that fell on the shelf of the pigeon's nest, his face was like a flower, he stepped forward to take down the letterbox, and quickly returned to the military tent to translate. Later, a secret letter was personally sent to Yue Fei's tent by him.

As a member of the Liaoyang Station of the Espionage Division, Cao Quan, as the end of the entire information transmission, has always been in a very safe environment, but he can frequently brush his face in front of Shangguan, and he can sit in such a good position, so he doesn't know how many times he has sighed over the years. The 5,000 guan that his grandfather spent back then was really worth it!

It is written in the original book of Water Margin that the villain was originally a native of Kaifeng Mansion, and he was the apprentice of Lin Chong, the head of the 800,000 forbidden army, surnamed Cao Mingzheng, and his ancestor was born as a butcher. The villain killed the cattle well, picked the tendons and cut the bones, and cut the bones, so he was called Cao Zheng, the knife ghost. Because of a rich man in this place, he taught the villain to come here as a guest in Shandong with 5,000 yuan, and he didn't want to fold his capital, so he couldn't return to his hometown, so he was in this farmer's house.

This trick has a good brain, and he is also self-motivated, and he is still Lin Chong's apprentice. But no matter how much Emperor Lu loves Wu and Wu, he can't erase the stain on him. This guy took the money of the villagers to do business and did not dare to return to his hometown, and it was disgraceful to say it. After Emperor Lu took Cao Zheng, the 5,000 yuan with interest had already asked Cao Zheng to repay it.

His rich man in the countryside was also surnamed Cao, and at that time it was convenient for Liang Shanbo to hook up, and he gave up a son named Cao Zheng to carry one or two, and the latter followed Cao Zheng to settle in the Cangzhou Trade Zone, and then entered the current Yanjing Mansion, and then went to Liaoyang Mansion in Liaodong.

Now Cao is the head of the Liaodong District Espionage Division, and Cao Quan has also risen to the top and has become one of the deputy leaders of the subordinate intelligence group.

Yue Fei took the secret letter and hurriedly opened it, and immediately showed a smile on his face, called Wang Gui to stay in the camp, and rushed to the camp of Lin Chong's army to report on his horse. It turned out that Hua Rong had already led the troops to Liaoyang Mansion!

"Good!" When the leopard's head heard this, he screamed yes. He naturally hadn't heard the news of Chenzhou's defeat, he only knew that Aguta had led an elite cavalry to the east two days ago.

The target is unknown, the whereabouts are unknown.

Hua Rong went south at this time and took a certain risk.

But it cannot be denied that as long as Hua Rong leads the troops to the Liaohe River, it will be a great opportunity that they have been waiting for for a long time.

The existence of the Ying Yang Army will inevitably affect the hearts of the sticky and undrunk, and naturally Hua Rong can contain part of the attention of the Jin Army, which is the perfect time for Yue Feijun to forcibly cross the Liao River.

The big wooden pans have already been made by the Qi army. This kind of thing without any technical content is to bully the Jurchens who don't have regular naval warships. But it's big, it's heavy, and it's slow.

The waves on the Liao River were rolling, but with Yue Fei's order, large wooden flutes were put into the water, and there were rafts. The infantry army of Jinzhou has already put on a posture of forcibly crossing the Liao River.

The Jurchen general sitting here is not another one, it is Yue Fei's old enemy Wanyan Lou room. When his son Wanyan Huonu ran into the military tent with an embarrassed face, Wanyan Lou was sitting on a large chair with his eyes closed, and a silver bowl was placed in front of him, and there was a little residue of decoction in it.

The fiasco of the day, a mouthful of blood spurted out of Wanyan Lou's room, which had already hurt his heart and lungs.

"Father, that big eye is about to cross the Liao River."

Wan Yan Lou's eyes opened, but he showed an unsurprising look. Ever since he heard that Hua Rong led the army southward and personally led the troops to the north, he had a premonition in his heart that the Qi army on the other side was about to move. And so it is!

"Father......" Wanyan was a little confused.

Wan Yan Lou is not interested in distinguishing his son anymore, what can he say? said that Han'er had ambitions early and laid out Liaodong early, and the news was conveyed to the psychic, so that the Jurchen could not be prevented?

The officials and soldiers of the Jin Dynasty had long been aware of the carrier pigeons flying in the sky, but Cao Zheng was very careful, the spy department was meticulously organized, and the Jurchens knew that the news was flowing out all the time, but they couldn't come up with specific ways to curb it.

Now that the Qi army in the north is heading south, it is inevitable that they cannot sit idly by, and if the other side receives the news, it is logical to take the opportunity to launch an offensive.

The horn sounded, and at least 5,000 Jin troops lined up on the banks of the Liao River. On the other side of the river, the same flags were waving, and a large number of Qi troops had already boarded the wooden flute and were rowing towards the opposite side.

The first queue at the head is not someone else, Zheng Wanggui. At this moment, he was wearing half-plate armor, and his eyes did not look at the Jurchen army on the other side, but looked at the handful of things that were fiddling with the wooden dustpin in front of him.

A series of small torsion ballistas. This is the technology tree that China has only lit up after the conquest of Srivijaya by the Fang La army.

In terms of performance, this torsion ballista, especially the large torsion ballista, is not cost-effective compared to the Chinese counterweight stone cannon. The power is weak, the structure is complex, and it is difficult to manufacture. Even the handling is no better than the counterweight stone cannon, and the only advantage is that it occupies a small area.

Therefore, the wooden bells stand on small torsion ballistas, not small counterweight stone cannons.

They are the main long-range strike force of the Qi army today.

What they fired was no longer a stone bullet, but a thunderbolt that had been fully experimented and debugged and verified again and again.

This thing should be placed on a ballista mount, first, it must not be too short, it must not explode on the gun carriage, and it must not explode halfway through; The second should not be too long, it can explode after landing, it doesn't matter if it is a little shorter, but it can't leave enough for the soldiers to pick up the arquebus and throw it away.

"Pass the order, all arms for war!" When Yan Lou saw that the Qi army on the other side of the river had begun to board the raft with great fanfare, and it was a large-scale river crossing as soon as he made a move, what choice could he make?

The Jin army should go all out and prepare for battle.

The Jurchens were not unprepared, at least there were many watchtowers and arrow towers set up on the banks of the Liao River, as well as fence breastwalls. Thousands of hoplites began to put on armor with the help of bystanders.

A thousand heavy infantry, a horse army of less than five hundred people, these are the fist power in the palm of Wanyan Lou's hand. The rest of the men and horses are not even ironclad, how can they be regarded as the main force?

At the height of the Jurchens, among the legions that Agu Taqin led into Yanjing, there were tens of thousands of heavy armor soldiers alone. You don't see any soldiers in leather armor at all.

But hanging over, there are not only leather armor soldiers under Wan Yan Lou's room, but also a large number of unarmored soldiers. The leather robes they wore were their armor.

With the destruction of the main battle legion, the Jurchens lost not only their strength, but also a lot of swords and armor, which were the war heritage of one party's forces.

It's far from being able to recover after a year and a half.

"Put-"

Without the slightest cover, when the wooden slams rushed to the other side of the Liao River, all the thunderbolts on the ballistas were lit, and the sparks had already risen into the air and blasted towards the shore a hundred meters away.

The range of the ballista is not weak, but the place where the Jurchens are arrayed is not arranged on the shore. The watchtower arrow tower is a hundred and ten meters away from the shore, and the Jurchens are not fools. Defeat the enemy on the shore, the Qi army didn't even wait for the shore, so didn't they just turn around and run away.

Their foothold was to put the vanguard ashore. The number of people does not need to be large, two or three thousand people, and if they kill them with the terrain, the Qi army will turn around and run away, and they will also leave the corpses all over the ground.

As for whether they can defeat the enemy, they are still very confident. At that time, there were many Jurchen cavalry on the east bank of Liaodong.

It's just that now there is not only no Jurchen cavalry led by the sticky and drunk behind Wanyan Lou's room, but the Qi army on the other side will also attack in a way that is completely unexpected to them.

Thunderbolts fell on them over a distance of sixty or seventy feet.

The weight of the thunder is far inferior to that of stone bullets, so the range is naturally much exceeded.

The north wind blew, causing a few strands of messy hair in front of Wang Gui's forehead to float, and the bottom of the dark robe shook slightly. At this time, he stood like a green pine on top of the wooden dust, and he did not move even if the cold wind blew on his face.

A pair of eyes stared straight at the thunderbolts that flew out. It was the first time he saw the torsion ballista fired in front of him, which was very different from the traditional Eastern bow and trebuchet, which made Wang Gui very curious.

He is no longer the turtle in the countryside of Zhangde Mansion at the beginning, and his horizons have been ten times broader than they were at the beginning over the years. At that time, Wang Gui only thought that the Great Song Dynasty, Western Xia, and Great Liao were the world. And his eyes could only stare at Tang Yin's one-third of an acre, but now he knew the South Seas, the heavens, and the more distant Europa and Black Africa.

Outside is not a wild place where birds do not lay eggs, and the foreign people are not all barbarians who do not know how to be polite and bullshit, and this strange torsion ballista in front of me is from the West, which is the best proof of this.

In his sight, the Jurchen soldiers on the other side of the river were densely crowded on the bank, their swords and guns unsheathed, their arrows and crossbows ready to fire, everything was ready, and the Jurchens were ready to fight.

They would never have imagined that their side would play such a card, just like the Poxi Army of the party members back then. Who would have thought of placing a small trebuchet on the back of a camel? And it is said that the trebuchet on the camel's back is also torsional.

The Dangxiang had contacts with Uighur and Central Asian merchants, and it is not certain that the latter obtained the technology.

At the beginning, the Poxi army was coaxing, although the number was not very large, but the combat power should not be underestimated. "Vertical stones are like fists" is the annotation of the Song Dynasty to the Poxi army. Whether it was the Zhao and Song forbidden soldiers in heavy infantry armor, or the generals with shining bright armor on their chests, or the village soldiers who just sought a little comfort in the clothes sewn by their mothers, they all became the same in front of the stones of the Splash Army, and the armor on their bodies was no different between the galloping bullets and stones, because the stone bullets carried strange energy, and they could break all obstacles in the whistling wind. Whether it was leather armor, ring armor or armor, they all turned into ashes under the dense rain of stone bullets of the Pop Xi army.

And today, the Jurchens have become the soldiers of the Zhao and Song dynasties in the past, they understand the meaning of flying in the broken bones, and their tears are hazy in the fragmentation. Just like many Zhao Song Jian'er died under the rocks back then. In front of the artillery, people are like a drum that is no longer strong, and a dull blow can overtake a wisp of the dead.

And now the thunder that was shot out by the small torsion ballista brought a more lethal threat and damage to the Jin army with a more lethal power than the previous Poxi army.

One by one, small black dots flew straight and then fell into the dense crowd of Jurchens.

Suddenly, flesh and blood fly!

It's a force that can shock people's hearts.

A bow, no matter how strong it is, is only two holes in one arrow, in front of the thunder that can make a loud noise and shatter people, it is like an old and weak old man standing side by side with a fierce butcher.

The clairvoyant mirror was buckled on Yue Fei's eyes, and the corners of his mouth bloomed with a peony-like smile at this moment.