"Report!" The messenger came quickly and said to Linzhou Dutong Zheyun, "Capital, some people in the baggage team are hungry."

"Those who are hungry should stop first and find someone to take their place. The rest will continue marching."

Obviously, Zheyun was not surprised by this situation.

In ancient wars, not only commanding on the battlefield was an art, but also march management was not an easy task.

Once people hit the road, all kinds of messy things will happen.

Not to mention bringing more than 10,000 people with them.

Zhang Zhi, the commander of the soldiers and horses, said: "Du Tong, this place is only thirty miles away from the Yellow River. Crossing the Yellow River is Baode. Why not find a place to rest in front and recharge your batteries in preparation for the charge!"

"This area is mountainous, and there are slopes ahead. It is not a place to rest. It is not too late to rest until we reach the Yellow River." Zheyun said.

"The commander-in-chief was wise, but the subordinates were negligent." Zhang Zhi said, "However, there is no possibility of enemy troops in this area. The Song army went deep into Fuzhou and did not dare to divide its troops at will."

While he was talking, a scream suddenly came.

However, one person in the team fell to the ground.

Before everyone could recover, they saw countless strands of cold metallic luster appearing in the sunlight, pouring down from the mountain in front of them like waterfalls in an instant.

Sharp arrows appeared densely in the air. The army below had not recovered yet. Each and every young man was either nailed through the throat, or shot in the leg or head.

In the panic, screams sounded one after another.

The vanguard was under attack. The people in the middle suddenly became nervous when they heard the screams in front and vaguely saw the dense rain of arrows flashing through the air.

The crowd was still a little panicked, and the officers around them shouted loudly: "Don't panic! Don't move around! Anyone who dares to move around will be killed without mercy!"

The officers barely managed to stabilize the team.

But in addition to the screams, there were also panicked shouts: "The enemy is attacking! There are enemies!"

Amidst the neighing of war horses, the crowd in front became more and more confused.

Zheyun looked up and saw a row of people holding crossbows.

"Form up!" In panic, Zhang Zhi shouted to the surrounding soldiers.

The soldiers immediately raised their shields and formed a line of protection where the general was.

Zheyun's brain exploded, and he was really worried about what was going on.

He looked at the place next to him and saw that there was a not too steep hillside.

"It would be terrible if the enemy has a cavalry ambushing there!" Zhang Zhi said in horror. Just now he had asserted that the Song army would not ambush.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the shadows of rows of cavalry emerging from the hillside.

The neighing of the war horses was particularly pleasant to the ears amid the screams of the valley.

Then rows of cavalry appeared quickly and began to swoop down the hillside like waves.

In the panic of the Zhejia army, the sound of the Song army's charge echoed across the valley like a bell.

As you go lower, the speed of the cavalry wave becomes faster, and the power of the gathering becomes more terrifying.

It was as if the entire hillside was shaking.

They held long spears in their hands, and the sharp spearheads shone coldly in the sun, making people afraid to look directly at them.

"Run away..." Zheyun's voice was like a wave in the angry sea.

This was a devastating blow to the Zhe family army.

You know, during the march, soldiers generally do not wear armor.

The reason why an army is an army is because they have sophisticated equipment and orderly formations, so that they can best exert their collective strength.

Soldiers without armor, an army without formation, are no different from a ragtag group of people.

The Song army's cavalry poured down in a frenzy, directly overwhelming Zheyun's guards.

Everything was trampled to pieces like rotten wood.

Amidst the desperate screams, dust rolled up, and countless lives withered in the early summer sunshine and gentle mountain breeze.

Even Zheyun himself was not spared. He had no time to escape. He was lifted off his horse with a shot from an extremely powerful Song soldier and his chest was pierced.

Then the whole person was thrown away like a piece of rag, and then was submerged in the torrent of iron hoofs.

On April 23, when a battle was taking place at Shanshenling, the Song Army barracks in the west of Baode City became busy.

The soldiers were eating meat. After eating, they began to change their defenses, and those who were replaced also began to eat meat.

"Commander Wu, the enemy troops are gathering by the Yellow River. Apparently there are still people crossing the Yellow River. Don't we really take the opportunity to kill them?" asked Wei Xiang of the General Staff Army.

"What can you think of and ask for?" Wu Jie put on his helmet, then stretched out a hand, and the person on his side helped him put on the armor.

"Wu Shuai means that Zhe Keqiu has arranged an ambush to wait for us?"

As soon as Wei Xiang finished speaking, the scouts came back: "Report! Wu Shuai, General Staff Officer of Wei, found some traces of cavalry twenty miles away to the west."

"I know." Wu Jie put on the armor in his hand and "continue to explore."

After the scouts went down, Wei Xiang was silent for a while and then said: "Wu Shuai is wise!"

"Remember! Don't underestimate any enemy!" Wu Jie said lightly, "Ouch, my waist seems to hurt a little!"

"Wu Shuai, are you okay?" Wei Xiang asked with concern.

"It doesn't matter, what's more, Zhe Keqiu was once a famous general!" Wu Jie held one hand on his waist and looked to the north in the direction of the Yellow River. "If nothing happens, Zhe Keqiu's main force has already crossed the Yellow River."

"There will definitely be a war within two days at the latest." Wu Jie added, "How many days will there be enough meat for?"

"There is enough meat for five days, and the rest of the food is still available."

"I've eaten all the meat in the past two days. By the way, tomorrow I will take my sons and daughters out for more runs and practice wrestling. You can also play Cuju and tug-of-war. Let them play as much as they want."

"Why is this?" This newcomer Wei Xiang obviously didn't understand Wu Jie's style of leading troops.

"With the war approaching, the soldiers will inevitably be nervous. They need to stir up the atmosphere, soothe the soldiers' morale, and prevent the camp from roaring."

"The emperor is going to the Sixth Army, and the military orders are like mountains..." Wei Xiang excitedly carried the same routine as the martial arts hall.

"Fart." Wu Jie said lightly, "Soldiers are all human beings, and they will be nervous as humans. We must recognize human weaknesses."

"this……"

"Go and do it."

"Yes!" Wei Xiang didn't say anything more. Since the commander asked him to do it, it was a military order.

"Damn it!" Wu Jie cursed, "This armor is so damn heavy!"

In the evening, the scouts sent intelligence about the Song army outside Baode City to Zhe Keqiu's camp.

"Wu Jie's soldiers are playing tug of war?" Zhe Keqiu was a little surprised.

"There are still people playing Cuju and wrestling."

"Is he here to fight or go sightseeing?" Zhe Keqiu scratched his head and couldn't help but ask, "It reminds me of Gao Qiu."

"Zheshuai, Wu Jie's reputation is not in vain. In the third year of Jingkang, he crossed from Shaanxi to Taiyuan and fought with Wanyan Salihe in Taiyuan Mansion for several months. Wanyan Salihe was once defeated by him." Wang

Zheng said.

"I know it!" Zhe Keqiu was a little annoyed.

Zhe Keqiu was indeed a famous general in the northwest at that time, but his performance in supporting Taiyuan Prefecture in the first year of Jingkang was really poor, and he was defeated by the Jin army many times.
Chapter completed!