Zhang Hao failed to save his father Zhang Xiaochun from Taiyuan, and he was always depressed in his heart, and he looked up to Yang Kefa, Pu Liuru Bosheng and others, "The army is waiting for Yu before the school inspection, is it Wang Jieshuai's messenger to him?" That's what my father gave. After thinking about it properly, Zhang Hao ordered: "Hu Yangeng is the jurisdiction of the soldiers and horses of the West Road, Yang Kefa, Bulu Gu Leping, and Puliuru Bosheng are the commanders of the soldiers and horses, Hao Siwen and others are the supervisors of the soldiers and horses, and the officers and soldiers of the Xihe Visiting Envoy Department will listen to the orders. ”

The 28,000 men now in Fenzhou are, in principle, divided into four compartments equally, but at present, the 3,000 men brought by Bulu Guleping are still under his own command, and another 4,000 are added as the backbone of the whole army.

For several days in a row, the Fenzhou garrison was busy unifying the golden drum banner, teaching orders, and rushing to repair fortifications. Zhang Hao rewarded the three armies, and the morale in the city slowly recovered.

By October 12, the army of Wanyan Lou came to the city, and two large camps had been set up outside the two gates of Fenzhou City. The camp was only walled on three sides, and the other side was against the wall, and the trees outside the city had been cut down, making it impossible to build siege equipment.

Wanyan Lou's army set up camp five miles away, and Lou called Wanyan into his big tent: "Living girl, Fenzhou has been prepared, it's a little tricky." ”

"It's not difficult to say, Fenzhou City is small, and it only takes a month to besiege it, and it can be captured."

"Sticky Han is still waiting for me to get it in Lund, how can it be delayed for a month. It's all Zhang Yaozuo, the southern barbarian, who walks too slowly. Let him take the Song people and ants to attack the city tomorrow. "Zhang Yaozuo was the former defender of the Weisheng Army, and he surrendered Jin when the Jin soldiers went south for the first time.

After a rumbling drum, a group of Song people wearing soap clothes and no armor walked slowly towards the camp with sharpened wooden sticks, they were all Song soldiers who had reduced their gold, and they wanted to beg for their lives, but they could not escape the fate of filling in the trenches.

The Song army shot arrows from the head of the city and the camp, and the Song troops who were besieging the city were shot down by rows, and the soldiers turned around and ran.

Wanyan Huonu grinned at Zhang Yaozuo, Zhang Yaozuo was chilled all over, let his own soldiers step forward, and beheaded all the soldiers who fled back, and for a time hundreds of heads were hung under the city of Fenzhou. Zhang Yaozuo waved his knife: "If Fenzhou is not down, our brothers will not live." "The 7,000 Song soldiers under his command all attacked the camp.

There was no hesitation in the city and in the camp. The enemy has surrendered, that is the enemy, on the battlefield, what old feelings are there to talk about? After being shot down by nearly a thousand people, the Song soldiers finally touched the edge of the camp. The spears on the walled wall stabbed down, the city continued to release arrows, the city wall, the position of the camp enclosed like the Shura battlefield, and the Song soldiers in it were besieged from three sides. A few brave ones finally climbed the wall and were immediately cut down by the long axe.

The camps on both sides of the city wall were Xiong Dabai and Guan Liyuan, and the newly collected defeated troops of Puliu Ru Bosheng lined up in the city. Puliu Ru Bo Sheng reprimanded loudly: "See, even if you surrender to the gold thief, the gold thief will only teach you to make the materials for filling the trench, to the gold captive." There is no other way, only to fight to the death, there is a glimmer of life. ”

There is another civil official teaching: "Look at the following soldiers, fight with the gold thief one day earlier, get a court commendation, in the temple of loyalty, blood and food from generation to generation, and the soul returns to his hometown." It's better than being a lackey of a gold thief, with no place to die. ”

Another warrior shouted: "Running away is death, surrendering is death, it is better to fight to the death with the gold thief, and fight for a wife and son." Kill the gold thief and get the golden bowl. ”

Everyone shouted in unison: "Kill the gold thief and get the golden bowl." ”

On the first day of the fierce battle, Zhang Yaozuo's subordinates surrendered 7,000 soldiers, half of whom died under the city of Fenzhou, and half of their souls were scattered.

Wanyan Lou didn't care, and did hard labor in this batch of surrendered troops, and said to the living girl: "In today's battle, the Song army in Fenzhou is also tenacious. ”

Wanyan Huonu said: "My Jurchen, Bohai, and Khitan tribes have not yet gone into battle, but a bunch of surrendered troops. ”

One night passed, and the Song army in Fenzhou had already cleaned the battlefield, and the arrows used yesterday had been pulled back. Wanyan Huonu ordered the Khitans and the Bohai people to attack around a camp, and after an hour of attacking, Wanyan Huonu took her own 400 iron floating slaughter and pounced on the camp on the left from the front.

This position he had observed, attacking from the front of the camp, the camp was between himself and the wall, and the camp on the other side was also being besieged, and he suffered the least attack.

Sure enough, after losing a part of the Khitans who were meat shields, Wanyan Huonu led people to attack the wall. The back sent a ladder over, three or four ladders leaned against the wall at the same time, Wanyan lived the woman took the lead, climbed up the wall along the ladder, the wall is not very high, but it looks like five or six feet.

Wanyan Huonu stood on the wall, there were no pikemen of the Song army around her, but arrows kept shooting up in the camp, Wanyan Huonu blocked it, but the Jin soldiers who climbed up with him were half shot down.

The group stood on the wall, like a target.

Wanyan Huonu heard the Song people below shouting: "The one wearing black armor, don't shoot to death, take it with a hook, and reward two...... No, a bowl. ”

Wanyan Huonu was furious, held herself, and actually only rewarded a bowl, and there were more and more arrows flying, Wanyan Huonu couldn't save her footing, so she had to reflexively jump off the wall, and this attack was a failure.

The Khitans, the Bohai people, and the Song Dynasty surrendered their troops, and attacked wildly around the two huge camps, completely ignoring the mud bombs dropped on the city wall, and the arrows that were shot, this was the third day of the Jin soldiers' siege of the city, and even the camp covering the city wall was not broken. If even a small Fenzhou can't be captured, how can the Qishui Department have the face to go to Bianliang City to share the spoils.

Wanyan Huonu led the Jurchen soldiers of the headquarters of the Seven Waters Tribe, waiting in front of a camp on the left, this direction would not be hit by the bows and arrows of the city head and other camps, and it was the only place where the enemy was facing the enemy head-on.

After three days, the Jin soldiers finally rushed out a few rushing carts, and after most of them were damaged, only two rushing carts were hitting the wooden walls of the camp. A few spears protruded from the small holes in the wooden wall of the camp, stabbing at the besieging Bohai people, who were pushed forward by their companions behind, unable to dodge at all, and each shot was sure to hit. But after Yan Lou's room issued a death order, the Bohai people still rushed up without fear of death.

Suddenly, the Bohai people cheered, a crack appeared on the wall of the camp, and the car slammed into it a few times, and the wall rattled, and suddenly there was a bang, and a section of the wall collapsed. The Bohai people shouted in unison, and rushed in, Wanyan Huonu hurriedly followed with the headquarters, only hating the Bohai people for blocking his way, but the strange thing is that after a short shout, the Bohai people stopped and were quiet.

Wanyan Huonu rode on her horse, crossed the head of the person in front of her, and saw that forty paces away, there was a wide ditch, and the Song army was withdrawing the planks that were put on the ditch, and a few unlucky people who had fallen into the ditch were trying to climb up.

On the opposite side of the ditch, that is, more than forty steps away from Wanyan Huonu, three rows of divine arm bows, each row of a hundred archers, neatly arranged, the first row half squatting, the second row standing, and the third row sticks arrows out from the shoulders of the second row. Quietly waiting.

Suddenly, there was a bang, and three hundred divine arm bows were fired at the same time, as if a dark cloud suddenly burst out from the Song army's array. Wanyan Huonu waved her hand, and the Jin soldiers really rushed to turn around and run away, but they were only in the narrow wall, and they couldn't run out at once, and the Jin soldiers outside the wall didn't know the situation and were rushing in.

After the first three rows of the Song army's divine arm bows were shot, the bows were handed back, and the divine arm bows with good bowstrings were handed to the rear.

"Garrison arrows?" Zhang Hao watched the battle at the head of the city, "I have heard for a long time that there is this thaumaturgy in the Western Army, and when I see it today, it really deserves its name." "Garrison arrows - that is, the front row concentrates on archery, and the back row is responsible for winding the arrow array, which is said to have been created by Liu Zhongwu, a famous general of the Western Army, and Wu Jue carried forward in the battle of Monk Yuan.

"It's not just the station." Puliu Ru Bosheng explained.

Zhang Hao saw that the second round of three hundred divine arm bows was shot, and the soldiers in the whole array untied their bows and arrows with one stone and five stones, and began to shoot freely, and the pikemen also began to walk to the front row to guard against the counterattack of the golden soldiers, so he said: "There is still a stacked formation." ”

"It's a stacked formation, visit the good and know the battle strategy, and the end will admire." Puliu Ru Bosheng is ready to unveil this.

Bulu Gu Leping was biased: "I don't know, although this is a garrison arrow, but to find a way to concentrate the enemy army within fifty steps of the narrow front, and in a moment to fire more than a thousand arrows, the enemy gods and ghosts on the front are all destroyed, but it is the original 'Abraham Plains Tactics' created by my young brother Huyan." ”

"What an awkward name, Bulu Guling, you say it again."

Pu Liuru Bosheng said: "It's really awkward, this tactic is the first time to be practical, and please visit and give a name." ”

"If you send a thousand arrows in a row within the narrow road, it's called a senior garrison arrow."

Wanyan Huonu crawled out of the camp with a rolling belt, and the golden soldiers besieging the camp all retreated. Counting the number of people, more than 1,000 Bohai people who entered the camp first died, and the loss of the Seven Waters Department was not large. However, the Jurchen population is small, and the Bohai people who were attached first have been regarded as the Jurchens' own people, and so many casualties are enough to finish Yan Lou's distress.

Although there were heavy casualties, Fenzhou still had to be attacked, Wanyan Huonu took a break to recuperate, forced the Song army to hold a small shield with a knife, and walked in front with firewood and grass on her back, the Bohai people were in the second formation, the Jurchens were in the third formation, and Wanyan Huonu led the Qishui Department to supervise the formation in the end. He gave up attacking the other camps and made his way through them with all his might. In his mind, the wall had been broken, and a wide ditch was nothing.

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