Chapter Eighty-Nine: Betraying the Army, Attacking
Yes, I only want the Yangtze River, I only want Jiankang, I only want victory. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info
Wang Shen's face had been blown numb by the wind and snow, and the battle had been fought until now, saying that it was late, but it was fast, but in fact, it couldn't pass less than forty minutes, short and intense.
Brutal, crazy, bloody.
The drums of war have not stopped since they were beaten, one louder than the other.
The blood of the heart was also shaken and burned by this fierce sound.
Since the second half of the second year of Jianyan, the left-behind division lost Kaifeng and fled south in a hurry; Liu Guangshi lost Huaixi and ran to Jiujiang.
Today, the two largest field armies of the Song army are no longer ready to fight. If it is recorded according to real history, this Jiankang will also fall.
The beginning of everything was because the left-behind division lost this Ma Jiadu. After today's battle, the Jin soldiers will launch a sneak attack.
Then, the whole army of the left-behind division collapsed. Tens of thousands of troops were wiped out by the 1,000 gold soldiers who crossed the river.
"Du Chong, a mediocre villain; Liu Guangshi, guinea dog. You can't defend the Yangtze River, you can't defend Jiankang, you can't protect the soldiers and civilians in the city, and you can't protect the people in the south of the Yangtze River. So, let me do it! ”
"What is the wind and rain in Zhongshan, the sky that is about to overturn, with the hot-blooded men of my generation, how can it collapse?"
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Yerumawu's eyes were still darkening for a while, and he couldn't see clearly.
There are shadowy figures in front of him, all of them are distorted faces with gnashing teeth, and the battle has been fought so far, and the two sides have been killed.
The Khitans are strong in height and experience. Compared with these elites under his command, the Song people's fight seemed clumsy and dull, and they were at a disadvantage from the beginning.
However, these bastards work well with each other, and they are not afraid of death. As soon as he entered the battlefield, he rushed forward desperately under the leadership of the officer. Because of this, the low-ranking officers of the Song army suffered heavy casualties.
The problem is that if it had been replaced by another Song army, such a large number of officers would have been killed, and the army would have collapsed long ago. But they still insist on it until now, and they are all dead, and their heads are on top of their heads. The captain dies, and the vice-captain is on top. In the blink of an eye, the officers of the enemy in the front row were replaced.
Seeing those firm faces, Yelu Ma Wu suddenly felt a little flustered in his heart: "When did the Song people become so tenacious, and if they continue like this, when will it be a game?" ”
That's right, he is an old opponent of the Western Army of the Song Dynasty. I have to admit that the Western Army of Shaanxi is a very difficult opponent to fight. The most elite troops of the Song Dynasty were brave and good at fighting, well-equipped, and tactically coordinated. However, their biggest problem is that they can't withstand even the slightest setback, and they can't withstand huge casualties.
When the casualties of the troops exceeded 10%, the morale of the troops fell rapidly, and finally fell into a complete collapse.
The casualties of the enemy army in front of them were not only tenth, but they still rushed forward and pounced, neither tired nor afraid.
Usually when a Khitan warrior cuts down a Song person, he will be stabbed by a spear, which is already pure consumption. Because of the limited number of boats, more than 1,000 people could only cross the river at a time, and the troops were insufficient. If it continues to be consumed like this, it won't take long for the more than 1,000 Khitan warriors I have on hand to be consumed.
Even if this group of Western Army mongrels is defeated, there are still tens of thousands of troops left behind them!
Although Du Chong's camp is still in chaos now, who knows when they will recover. At that time, our people will really have no place to be buried.
"No, I can't stay here anymore. Rush over, rush over! Jerumago let out a long howl and waved the axe in his hand.
But his body was weak, and he fell to the side.
Beside him, a guard hurriedly supported him: "Eunuch, what's wrong with you?" ”
"Fuck off, I'm fine!" Taking a deep breath, Jerman's eyes turned red. I felt my brain start to hurt, and every time I shook my head, it was as if a small ball was rolling in my bones.
Thinking about it, the enemy's gourd just now shocked his brain.
"Useless Song dog!" He struck an enemy in the chest with an axe, splitting it in half, laughing out loud.
Yes, useless Song dog. If you have enough strength, the hammer just now should smash the master's head, and there is no need to fight this battle.
Blood was pouring out and overwhelming.
Seeing that the coach was so brave, the other Khitans were also demoralized, and they scolded in unison: "Song Dog! ”
On the other side, Song Jun was not to be outdone: "Dog Tartar!" ”
"Southern Barbarian!"
"Liao dog is killed!"
There was a roar of gnashing teeth everywhere.
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From the beginning of the battle to the present, Wang Shen's eyes under the banner of the Chinese army have firmly locked on Yelu Ma Wu in the formation.
He had already shot several cold arrows, but unfortunately, first, they were too far away to aim at all, and second, Yelumawu was surrounded by ironclad guards.
In this case, there is no longer any possibility of using long-range sniping.
At this moment, seeing the enemy's general's body staggering, Wang Shen's heart moved, and he raised his right hand high.
"Ready!" Yue Yun stiffened suddenly.
Behind him, the backman also moved, and the armor roared loudly.
The wind blew, and the banner swept the snow particles in the air.
Wang Shen's hand clenched violently, pinching a cloud of snow mist.
Snow water flowed down the wrists and into the cuffs.
Suddenly, his palms opened, merged like knives, and slashed forward: "Yue Yun, target the enemy's left ribs, back Wei army, attack!" ”
The last of the strength at hand was released.
This was the most sinister battle of the Sizhou battalion since it became an army, and it was a decisive battle between him and Wang Shen and his fate.
The so-called decisive battle is a gamble.
The bet is on his own qualifications to survive in this troubled world, and on the life of this thousand robes.
Behind me is the deep and vast Jiangnan Plain, and there is no light in the darkness, and I have no way out.
Onward, Wang Daosi!
Forward, Sizhou Army!
Forward, my hot-blooded man of the Han family!