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Chapter 40: The Revenge of the Prisoners of War

In the slave camp on the outskirts of Huining, piles of bonfires lit and curling smoke rose.

-- Looking at the Song Dynasty prisoners of war who were taken captive by the Jin soldiers as slaves, all of them were cold, hungry, and inhuman, Han Shizhong and other Great Song forbidden soldiers who came from afar, they couldn't help but feel deep pity for these colleagues, and hurriedly lit the wood they had cut down before to make a fire -- these timbers were all prepared by the Jurchens to build palaces, and naturally the slaves were not allowed to burn them casually for warmth--and wanted to gather some food, so that they could have some strength to eat.

As for the Khitans, Bohai people, Xi people, and even the Goryeo people who were taken captive together, they naturally followed suit.

It's just that Han Shizhong and the others rummaged through this slave camp, but they didn't find any decent food. And they themselves had eaten a full meal in Doraemon's underground shelter before attacking, and they didn't have much dry food with them.

So, Han Shizhong had to make do with the rations originally prepared by the Jurchens for these slaves, cook a few pots of coarse wheat porridge mixed with horse feed and a strange smell, and find some black bean cakes that were used to feed the horses, and divide them among them......

However, these pig food, which is absolutely difficult for normal people to swallow, and a group of slaves who rarely have a chance to eat are still eating with relish, even those who are weak and sick have to move to the porridge bucket, and would rather die than miss this rare full meal. A few guys who are not afraid of being hot even tilted their heads and poured a large bowl of hot porridge with a rancid smell into their throats, just hoping to get a chance to drink a second bowl......

At the same time, Doraemon, the cat, was running around with an automatic medical kit to treat the prisoners of war who were seriously ill.

Of course, as an old acquaintance of "Splashing Han Wu", Liu Sheng enjoyed special treatment, and was able to share with Han Shizhong the small number of biscuits and sugar cubes he had brought with him (Wang Qiu's emergency rations temporarily purchased from the small market diagonally opposite his house), while listening to Han Shizhong spit on his adventures in the north.

Unfortunately, according to the simple worldview of a Song Dynasty person, Liu Sheng did not believe a word of Han Shizhong's rhetoric.

“…… Good boy! You said that the 200,000 gold soldiers who went south have been wiped out outside Bianliang City, and you actually flew from the sky?! ”

Liu Sheng muttered as he devoured the sweet milk biscuits, "...... Who in the world would believe such a mysterious absurdity? You just said that you pretended to take refuge in the Jinren, and then took advantage of the unpreparedness of these Jurchen Tartars to pull the flag and raise things near their national capital, which is better than those lies just now! But your dessert is quite delicious...... I've never seen it in my life, did I buy it from Bianjing? ”

“…… Alas, how can it not make sense with you, an ignorant rammer? Han Shizhong sighed depressedly, "...... Forget it, don't bother with you decrepit person! You can eat your fill here. When the Protector Zhenren and Yue Pengju catch the Emperor of the Jin Kingdom and sacrifice the Heavenly Palace Que later, I can't help but believe you......"

As he said this, he looked up at Huining City, and then he saw billowing black smoke rising from the city, and heard all kinds of shouts soaring into the sky.

“…… Huh? Yue Pengju's side, it seems that he didn't play well? ”

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The scorching air is inhaled into the lungs, causing bouts of pain; Smoke and fog obscured most of the view, making people dizzy.

In the palace of the Jin Kingdom, shrouded in fire and smoke, the Song army, determined to take revenge, and the Jurchens, who defended their homeland, fought to the death.

In fact, if it had been summer or in the south, Ningcheng, the unsuspecting capital of the Dajin Kingdom, would have become a silent city with no human or animal extinction long ago after several hours of continuous anesthetic gas covering.

But the problem is that this is a bitterly cold place in the north, and now it is a cold winter with dripping water into ice, in order to prevent the heat from dissipating, the residents of Huining City will close the doors and windows tightly when they fall asleep, and also use hay and fur to plug the window frames and the gaps between the walls, in case they are blown by the cold wind in the middle of the night...... As a result, it invisibly played the effect of three fortifications, so that this well-planned poison gas war could not be completely effective.

Until Yue Fei and the others rode into the city, at least a quarter of the 20,000 or 30,000 Jurchens in the city were still in a tightly sealed space, so they were not infiltrated by anesthetic gas...... Of course, it was also because the doors and windows were closed, so that they who were huddled in the house and slept lazily in Maodong could not hear the sound outside in time and failed to intercept the surprise attack of the Song cavalry.

However, after Yue Fei and the others made a fuss in the palace, and a few guards and palace maids escaped through the back door, the entire Huining City was suddenly awakened. And the Jurchens of this era are also worthy of being a fighting nation - when they first learned that a foreign enemy had invaded the capital and entered the palace, their first reaction was not to scatter and flee, let alone shrink into the cellar and shake, but to pick up knives and maces, and fight this group of bold enemies!

As a result, more than 100 soldiers of the Song army who successfully raided the palace of the Jin Kingdom fell into the siege of thousands of Jurchens in the blink of an eye.

Fortunately, Yue Fei and the others were accompanied by Wang Qiu and Guo Jing, and they had the powerful weapons of the Yue era to help.

“…… Da Da Da ...... Dadada......"

Wang Qiu and Guo Jing worked together to operate a heavy machine gun that constantly spit out tongues of fire, firmly blocking the main entrance of the palace and the square in front of the palace. Viscous plasma flowed slowly through the snowy streets and squares, staining the snow with a blinding shade of blood.

Although such a tragic death temporarily deterred the Jurchens from counterattacking from the main gate, it could not stop their harassment and sneak attacks from other directions - arrows and spears flying from various tricky corners outside the palace walls kept shooting the unprepared Song soldiers to the snow.

At the same time, some brave people with big shoulders and round waists climbed over the wall to enter the palace, while other thin people chose to drill dog holes or climb the gutter to sneak in, and then fight with the Song soldiers trapped in the palace, so that the Song army, which was already at a disadvantage in numbers, was more and more overstretched, and if they could block this side, they could not prevent that side...... With a loud bang, a side door was smashed open by the Jurchens outside, and a team of Jurchen warriors took the opportunity to swarm in!

“…… Wow, ahhhh The thief is coming to his death!! ”

At the front of the Jin Army's commando, the leader was an eight-foot-tall man, aiming at a frightened Song soldier who had fallen and raised his mace with a cruel smile, and was about to smash the opponent's Heavenly Spirit Gai all over the house. But his mace was raised, but he could not swing it any more—for a long sharp arrow flew out of nowhere, piercing his ribs like lightning, and sinking deep into it, except for the tail dangling slightly.

The few Jurchens who followed behind couldn't help but pause, turned their heads to look in the direction where the long arrow was flying, and saw an officer in iron armor holding a huge bow and showing a contemptuous sneer at them, and then ripped the longbow away with both hands, and a sharp arrow came out of the string and shot one person in the throat again.

Then the third arrow came, and the Jurchen warrior who was facing him only saw a little cold star as fast as lightning, and immediately knew that it was not good, and hurriedly danced the spear vigorously, and finally narrowly removed the long arrow that had flown in front of him, but his arm was shocked and ached faintly.

However, before they could react, the Song Army marksman on the opposite side continued to fire his bow, and the bowstrings sounded continuously, like a pipa rush, playing the melody of death) But wherever the long arrow fell, it was a splash of blood! Rao is these Jurchen warriors raised their shields one after another to block, or wielded spears and swords and arrows, but a few more people were still killed or wounded. The Jurchens who shrank behind were also shocked into a cold sweat, but they were angry in their hearts, and they yelled "Kill him!" At the same time, they rushed up violently, as if they were trying to rely on the multitude to win.

“…… Hum! Well done! ”

Seeing this, the Song Army marksman was not afraid, and he also shouted, picked up a big spear of eight feet and was about to meet it...... But before the dragon and tiger battle began, an orange-red fire roared from the side and back, accompanied by a blazing fire and a deafening roar, blasting the group of Jurchen warriors to the ground with scorched skin and flesh flying. Then another RPG slammed into the face, and the most ferocious Jurchens who rushed to the front of the line fell to the ground as if they had been whipped out of thin air by an invisible long whip. There were also countless tiny steel balls and sharp prefabricated fragments, which flew ferociously in the air, piercing at least a dozen Jurchen warriors into a sieve in an instant.

Yue Fei, who was also on the edge of the explosion, raised his arm covered with iron armor to protect his head and face, and looked back at Wang Qiu who was holding an RPG rocket launcher - for him, who had practiced guns and sticks and archery since he was a child, and had to endure enough hardships to practice a good martial arts, these endless and easy-to-use "immortal firearms" simply subverted his perception of war, and also made him feel that the value of martial arts was shrinking sharply......

Just as he was thinking wildly, Wang Qiu suddenly showed a look of surprise and gestured to him again and again to warn. But Yue Fei, who was a master of the arts, didn't even look back, just poked the big gun in his hand back, and easily picked up the war knife of the Jurchen who was sneaking up behind, and smashed it straight into his face...... I saw that at this moment of lightning and fire, with the sound of weapons, the Jurchen who was raising a knife and sneaking up from behind Yue Fei was stabbed into the neck with a shot, and a blood mist suddenly burst out from the back of the neck. Goodbye Yue Fei shook the barrel of the gun hard, causing the gun body to come out, and a head actually flew upward!

“…… Yue commanded martial arts well, and he was indeed ten thousand enemies! Looking at the corpses everywhere, Wang Qiu couldn't help but shout.

Yue Fei smiled faintly, raised the big gun again and swept left and right, naming those Jurchen warriors who were seriously injured and did not die one by one, adding five or six more results in the blink of an eye. The remaining few Jurchens who rushed into the palace were so frightened that they shouted and turned around to flee. But he was chased closely by Yue Fei wielding a big gun, like a rabbit falling up, but after a few breaths, he poked all of them...... Wang Qiu took the opportunity to pass through the side door, and fired an RPG rocket outside, which pierced into the crowd outside and exploded, immediately blowing up the Jurchens, and they didn't dare to rush in to die for a while.

But this did not mean that the Song army had turned the corner - the next moment, only the sound of bowstrings that could be heard as tight as rain was heard, and a wave of bows and arrows whizzed out from outside the palace wall, almost shooting the two Song soldiers who tried to block the side door into hedgehogs. Immediately afterwards, a lot of lighted firewood was thrown in through the palace wall, and a cloud of choking smoke came out, as if it was better to fight the palace to be burned with jade and stones, but also to smoke out the Song army like a smoked rat!

In this regard, the helpless Song army had to fight a fierce battle while extinguishing the fire, and was so busy that he couldn't breathe for a moment. I wanted to break through several times, but looking at the crowds outside, I didn't dare to break away from the protection of the palace wall, so I could only continue to struggle in the vast sea of enemies.

What's worse is that as time goes by, more and more Jurchen soldiers and civilians get rid of the anesthetic effect and regain their consciousness. As soon as he heard the earth-shattering shouts of killing in the city, he took out his weapon from the house and staggered to join the battle, thus bringing more pressure to the weak Song army.

With the whooshing sound of tearing the air, another wave of arrows rained down from the sky, Wang Qiu hurriedly rolled over and wanted to dodge, but accidentally fell into a dry pond, and when he wanted to get up, he grinned at the sharp pain from his left arm, and his mouth was full of a disgusting smell of rust...... He was half-kneeling on the edge of the pond to catch his breath, when suddenly the heavy machine gun blocking the front gate stopped firing at some point.

“…… Professor Guo! Why didn't you shoot? Are there no bullets? ”

“…… There are still a lot of bullets, but the barrel is already hot and you can't shoot any more - do you have a spare barrel? ”

Wang Qiu sighed, waved his hand, took out an AK47 assault rifle from the storage space, and then staggered over to Guo Jing, "...... There is no spare barrel, take this and take it! I'll shoot a few rockets to get brave...... Alas, this time it's really too big to be in a dilemma that I didn't act with Doraemon. You must be wary ...... future," he muttered, slapping the RPG over his shoulder.

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However, just as the so-called endless road, just when the more than 100 Song soldiers trapped in the palace of the Jin Kingdom were exhausted from the overwhelming siege of the Jurchens and were about to be overwhelmed, a shocking cry suddenly sounded in the distance, and the Jurchen offensive weakened.

The confused Wang Qiu immediately ran up to a two-story pavilion, took out the telescope and climbed to the top to overlook, and then couldn't help but be shocked: I saw a large crowd of people in the dark, slowly surging from the suburbs to this Huining City! It looks like most of them are freed slaves in the suburbs.

Of course, it would be a bit reluctant to say that these improvised slaves were the army, because there were men, women, and children in this gang, all of them in ragged clothes, yellow and thin, and cloudy eyes, like the walking dead. And their weapons were rudimentary, with only a few carrying swords and spears from nowhere, while the majority had hoes, shovels, axes for logging, and the worst of all, sticks and stones...... What's even worse is that they only know that under the guidance of a few Song army standard-bearers, they are surging forward in a chaotic manner, with no queue and organization at all, and even trampling and tripping on each other from time to time, no matter how you look at it, they are all rabble among rabble.

However, no matter how disorganized, undisciplined, and unequipped these armed slaves were, the sheer number of them filling the horizon and filling the streets and alleys was enough to take one's breath away - as the saying goes, "more than 10,000 soldiers and horses are boundless", and for the small city of Hoeryong, these more than 30,000 rebel slaves were enough to completely drown and bloodbath it!

Wang Qiu looked at it from the attic in the palace, and his vision was full of all kinds of moving heads, but he couldn't see the end of the crowd!

With absolute numerical superiority and a monstrous hatred, these rebellious slaves, who were instigated to resentment, slaughtered into the city of Huining, frantically slashing at every moving object they could see. With the internal and external attacks of the Song army in the palace, the tide of the battle was easily reversed.

The Jurchens who had temporarily gathered in the city were originally demoralized because the palace could not be attacked for a long time, and when they encountered such changes, they were even more chaotic and frightened...... While screaming in fear, they turned their heads and ran, and then slashed from their backs on the snow.

With the siege of the palace lifted, the Jurchens' dying throes finally failed, and the end of the city of Hoeryeong was about to take place.

In the midst of this noisy killing sound, Wang Qiu and the others vaguely heard Han Shizhong's high-spirited shouting with a loudspeaker:

“…… Master of the National Teacher! Brother Pengju! Don't be in a hurry! I'm pouring Han Wu with reinforcements! ”

-- Next, of course, it is the rhythm of counterattacking and plundering......