Bai Yijie sat on the top of the mountain, and the battle situation under the mountain was unobstructed. Fan Yongji's intentions can be seen at a glance, and he is also worried that the army rushing from the direction of Xiangyang is ready to use the numerical advantage to quickly drag the battle into hand-to-hand combat at the expense of casualties, as long as Jiang Wei Zugui is annihilated, it will be much more free to enter and exit Junzhou in the future.

If the big war has not started, and the two sides still have time to prepare, Bai Yijie can use tactics to drag all kinds of non-military factors into the battle, Fengyun and mountains can become weapons of battle, and six or seven hundred people can also fight against an army of five thousand people, but in this offensive and defensive battle that falls into the enemy's trap, the number and martial arts become the only factors that determine the outcome of the war.

Wei Zugui stood up, picked up the long knife beside him, shouted angrily, and rushed down with a few personal soldiers. The archers saw that the general on the opposite side went directly into battle, aiming at Wei Zugui is a volley, and the personal soldiers who rushed in front of Wei Zugui raised the iron regiment card and flew around, and the arrows were pushed away, Wei Zugui was like a tiger, directly crashed into the enemy formation, swept away the long knife, and immediately solved several enemy soldiers who rushed to the front.

Fan Yongji's soldiers saw that he was extremely brave, and they first became cowardly in their hearts. The formation began to waver. The momentum of the charge was frustrated. At this moment, a group of elite soldiers in full armor in the rear rushed up with a general in a mud and gold regimental robe, and the attacker saw that his general was also on the front line, and his morale was heavy and uplifted, and in the shouting, he gathered around Wei Zugui again.

But the general shouted: "Stay in front of the army!" Under the order, the sergeants on the front line stopped their advance, and the minions of the immortal village also took two steps back, and the two military horses faced each other across a blank area of about three or four feet.

Wei Ruolan and Wei Sheng walked over quickly, one holding a bow and arrow, and the other holding a leather card, tightly protecting their father.

The general in the mud and gold robe came to the front of the queue and shouted loudly: "Wei Zugui, do you still remember the Xiaoshulu who drank together on the shore of Mengjin back then!" ”

Wei Zugui put the long knife up and responded: "Brother Jiuzhu is going to the north, don't come unharmed?" ”

Fan Yongji was not a Han Chinese, he was a Jurchen Shushu Lu clan, the Han name is Jiuzhu, when he used to fight in Henan, he was often under the command of Wanyan Heda, and Wei Zugui was an old acquaintance, and later the two went south together, and Wei Zugui was entrenched in the immortal village. Xiaoshu Lu Jiuzhu surrendered to Zhao Fan, the envoy of the Jinghu system at that time, and changed his name to Han Fan Yongji according to the tradition of the Hu people surrendering to the Han people.

Xiao Shu Lu Jiuzhu shouted: "Brother Wei, come back!" After all, the Southern Dynasty is not a place for us to live in peace for a long time! ”

Wei Zugui said coldly: "How did Marshal Heda die, have you forgotten?" ”

After the defeat of Wanyan Heda in Sanfeng Mountain, and Wanyan Chen monk and other generals retreated into the nearby Junzhou city in a hurry, after the Mongols broke through Junzhou, they caught Heda from a cellar, first cut off the head, and then cut the corpse into several pieces, put the head on the head of Junzhou City to show the public, and the captured Jin generals who passed by saw the head of the marshal, all wept bitterly. At that time, Wei Zugui had been separated from the Jin Kingdom for many years, but when he heard the cry of his comrades who fled to the immortal village, he couldn't help but grit his teeth and tears flowed in his eyes.

He was just a fugitive from the north, and it was of course a fool's dream to take revenge on the Mongols with a little bit of his strength, but it was also unthinkable for him to serve the Mongols and serve the Great Khan.

Xiao Shu Lu Jiuzhu waved his hand and said: "On the battlefield, isn't it just me killing you and you killing me, there were hundreds of Mongolian generals who were in the hands of you Wei Zugui back then, who are you looking for to reason?" If you want to stay in the south, don't forget who broke through Meilin Pass first and captured the Song Dynasty commander Zhang. The southerners may not be able to live a happy life in the fairy village with peace of mind. ”

After the fall of the Jin Kingdom, these troops of the original Jin Kingdom were sandwiched between Song and Meng, and they were faced with a choice of future. Only a lucky few were able to decide which side to turn to at one time, and most armies were stabilized only after repeated violations between the north and the south. Although Wei Zugui was unwilling to surrender to the Mongols, he was also seriously wary of the Southern Song Dynasty. What the road should be in the future is also a fog in front of him.

"You withdraw first, let me think about it for a while." Wei Zugui said: "If Manager Fan thinks of the old love, don't push your brother too hard, otherwise your brother would rather burn the jade, and then he won't be able to take care of it." ”

"It's not that I don't miss old love." Fan Yongji sneered: "Brother Wei, this delay plan can't be used for too long, although there are no hard roles in the Southern Dynasty, but some young people don't know how powerful they are, and they will come out."

As he was talking, he suddenly shouted from the top of the mountain, "A military horse is coming from the south!" ”

The southern mountain road was dusty, and it was clear that a large force of men and horses was heading towards the Poplar Valley. Fan Yongji's face changed greatly, and he didn't speak, turned around and strode down the mountain with his own soldiers. His men also slowly retreated, leaving the Poplar Valley and seizing a large clearing outside the valley.

Now they have gone from the role of besiegers to the awkward situation of being able to be caught between inside and outside.

The cavalry of the Southern Dynasty appeared on the mountain road, a total of more than 200 horsemen as the leader of the whole army, followed by a steady stream of foot soldiers and push-pull chariots holding large and small flags, and the name of Zheng Yunming, the deputy capital of Jing'e, was written on the banner held at the front of the team. The army slowly marched towards the 3,000 Mongol soldiers who had already formed a formation on the flat.

The archers of the general army began to shoot at the enemy's flank, covering their own deployment. That is, the legendary shooting position in the army. The Song army lined up the gun wagons of the general's wheelbarrow, the huge shields were next to each other to form a tight shield wall, the vermilion banner rolled in the wind, the drum carts set up in front of the formation began to beat the drums, and the terrifying sound of war drums echoed on the small mountain flat.

Fan Yongji's subordinates were slightly confused, "It's Zheng Yunming!" It's General Bamboo! The whispers were heard everywhere in the ranks, and the officers and soldiers of Junzhou had long heard of the strict discipline, excellent tactical execution and great power of firearms of the Tulong Army, and now they saw the appearance of the troops on the opposite side, the swords and spears were dazzling, and the banners were distinct, and the momentum was shortened.

At this time, I saw the banner flashing in the Jing'e army array, a long horn was raised in the drum, the chariot and the big shield in front pushed away, and dozens of cavalry rushed out of the big formation under the leadership of a black-armored general, facing Fan Yongji's army head-on.

More than 100 cavalry under Fan Yongji rushed from both wings to prepare to intercept this small group of cavalry, but the black-armored general moved very quickly, and before the enemy cavalry on both wings approached, he first crashed into the infantry queue on the left flank of Fan Yongji's army, which was not strictly organized, and a large banner of Fan Yongji's army fell immediately, and the army's formation began to be chaotic.

Dozens of horsemen and horses shouted loudly and drowned in the 3,000 Mongol infantry army. Bai Yijie stood on the mountain and looked at it from afar, it was difficult to see the specific location of the dozens of cavalry Song troops on the dusty battlefield, and after the smoke and dust dissipated slightly, the Song army's array resounded with cheers, dozens of horsemen rushed out from the Mongolian army formation, led by the black armor general with an enemy general under his armpit, the cavalry behind him held the big beetle of the Fan Yongji army in his hand, no one dared to pursue behind him, and easily returned to the Song army's main formation.

Zheng Yunming, under the cool umbrella, shouted: "Fan Yongji of Junzhou has a false name!" Who is this papier-mâché formation scared! He pointed his whip forward and shouted, "All the army attack!" ”

In the deafening shouting and killing, the infantry army formation of a thousand people began to move forward, Bai Yijie watched from the top of the mountain, even if it was a large formation of thousands of people, the Jing E army could still ensure the integrity of the formation and the consistency of the footsteps, and it could be seen how much effort Zheng Yunming and his subordinate generals spent on training on weekdays. And in front of such a tight infantry array, the two flanks of Fan Yongji's team began to flee from the formation.

Fan Yongji's personal guards scolded loudly, and the veterans of the escort team began to kill those soldiers who fled, but then the Song army pushed the bamboo general in front and began to fire, and after a round of shooting, Fan Yongji's soldiers were even more frightened, and the blades in many hands fell to the ground involuntarily.

The vanguard infantry of the Zhenwu Army let out a roar like a lion's roar: "The righteousness is mine!" "Swing your spear and strangle the enemy.

As soon as Fang made contact, the left and right flanks of Fan Yongji's army began to collapse, not only the recruits in the rear, but also the veterans used to escort the team in front began to abandon their weapons and flee for their lives in embarrassment.

Zheng Yunming looked at the backs of Fan Yongji and his generals in the distance, shook his head and sighed: "The dignified Shu Lu has lived for a long time, how can he not be beaten like this." ”

Bai Yijie knew that Fan Yongji was by no means simple, he performed quite well when he was in the north, and used Qice several times to save the Jin army from danger. After the surrender of the Song Dynasty, as the remaining guard of Junzhou, he was very good at governing the local area and reorganizing the army. But this time, it was he who underestimated Zheng Yunming. Single-mindedly to deal with Wei Zugui's copycat soldiers, he only brought out some second- and third-rate troops under his subordinates, with Fan Yongji's understanding of the Song army, the Song army did not have the courage to go deep into the enemy territory to do such a large-scale march. Moreover, hastily attacking a large army so deep without clearly detecting the situation in the enemy's territory is actually a serious violation of the basic principles of the use of the art of war.

But Zheng Yunming did not do this without reason, he gambled that Fan Yongji guessed that Wei Zugui would follow the elite troops of the Song Dynasty behind him, and arranged the situation of praying mantis catching cicadas. He led a small team of Zhenwu cavalry with Qin Wu to land on the enemy's formation first, and captured the flag, that is, he saw that the enemy showed his cowardice first, and used such a thunderous action to further deter the enemy. Sure enough, after Qin Wu's short burst, Fan Yongji's army morale immediately fell to the point of collapse at the touch of a button.