The wind was mixed with rain, blowing against your face, making it difficult to keep your eyes open, but amid the rumbling drums, the soldiers still lined up in neat lines and slowly pushed forward.

At the front of the team, a tall and round soldier held a shield taller than himself, and the entire team's spears stretched out above their heads, like a moving forest of blades.

Three square formations moved towards Xinye City.

Behind these phalanxes, there were countless civilians, shouting and pushing huge siege vehicles, crossbows, and stone artillery carts following closely behind the soldiers.

Opposite them, the army guarding Xinye was not completely huddled in the city. Relying on the city wall, about two to three thousand soldiers formed a square formation. At the front were rows of horses and antlers, above the ground.

Strewn with iron mulberry pears, countless spears with a length of ten feet were placed on the horses, so that the enemy from opposite them could only see the densely packed spear blades, but could not see the soldiers behind them at all.

On the city, countless archers and crossbowmen were waiting for the enemy to come within shooting range.

The attacking side was the Song Army from Xiangyang, led by Commander Fan Yifei himself.

On the defensive side was Qu Zhen, the general of the Puppet Zhao Kingdom.

Since Xiao Cheng led the pacification envoys, transshipment envoys, establishment envoys and other local powerful forces in the south to support Zhao An, the son of King Jing, as the emperor in Jiangling City, Jinghu, they set up a middle march camp, with Yang Wanfu as the middle envoy.

The marching commander, below, gathered the Tianwu Army Fan Yifei, the Tianlang Army Wang Zhu, the former Fancheng guard Fan Tianshun, the Navy Jiang Xiong and other troops. So far, the central marching camp has gathered 30,000 soldiers, of which 5,000 are marines.

This shows that the New Song Dynasty court attached great importance to the central marching camp. It is conceivable that as time goes by, more and more troops will gather here.

Xinye is located at the strategic point. After Yang Wanfu took office, he immediately began to prepare to seize Xinye after a brief reorganization. By taking Xinye, the Song army in Xiangfan had a forward thrust, which could penetrate into the hinterland of Nanyang like a spear. At the same time,

You can also attack Deng County on the left and Biyang on the right. No matter which one you attack, it will make the puppet Zhao extremely uncomfortable.

Therefore, for the puppet Zhao, Xinye is also a must-defend place.

The Song army currently stationed in Xiangyang covets the Nanyang Basin and will inevitably launch attacks on the Xinye lands.

And this time is just the beginning of countless battles in the future.

For Yang Wanfu, if he can take advantage of the current situation when the pseudo-Zhao was first established and the people's hearts and minds in Nanyang Basin are still longing for the Song Dynasty, he can launch attacks again and again. Even if he can't swallow it in one bite, he can slowly eat away at it.

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Otherwise, over time, the people in Nanyang Basin will get used to the rule of the puppet Zhao, and if they attack again, the trouble will be even bigger.

Fan Yifei, who was under the banner of the Chinese Army, raised his head and took a look at the sky. The rain was heavier than before. Such rain would be more troublesome for the crossbowmen, especially those on the attacking side. Rain is a big problem for the crossbowmen.

The bowstring is also a formidable enemy. It won't take long before it becomes too soft to be used.

This is already the third attack on Xinye, and it will most likely be the last attack of this season. The rainy season is coming soon.

Moreover, the suddenness of this attack has been lost. Enemy reinforcements from Deng County and Biyang must be arriving soon.

If the last attempt doesn't work, we will have no choice but to return to Xiangyang and look for another fighter plane.

With a buzzing sound, Fan Yifei lowered his head and saw that the sky in front of him had darkened. On Xinye City, the arrows shot down seemed to cover the sky, and even the rain was blocked.

The advancing Song army stopped, and countless spears stretched into the air, stirring desperately. The feather arrows fell among these densely packed spears dancing in the air. More than 90% of them were knocked away, but there were still a few who were able to get through.

Entered the gap.

As for those powerful crossbows with their shrill roars, the infantry had no way to stop them and could only pray for their own luck.

The powerful crossbow pierced the air and dug out a bloody alley.

As the arrows paused, the Song army that had paused reorganized their formation and continued to move forward.

On the road they walked, some blood and the remains of fallen comrades were left behind.

The civilians who followed closely carried away the bodies.

Where these people fell, a powerful crossbow was quickly placed.

Then, screams sounded, and the counterattack under the city wall began.

Holding the arrows from the city, the infantry below the city began to move forward, and then moved closer.

Finally, they came into close combat with the enemy below the city.

The thick shield was in front, on top of the long protruding spears. The spears retracted, and they stabbed again and again, trying to knock down these long shield hands, but the long shields were tight.

The ground came together, pushing down the horse, pushing the deer's antlers, and kept compressing forward.

Then, one by one, strong men armed with small shields and short knives suddenly emerged from under the large shield and threw themselves into the forest of the opponent's spears.

The infantry of both sides met in close combat under the city and became entangled.

The Song Army's siege vehicles pushed up quickly, and with a clanging sound, the siege vehicles leaned against the city wall.

Along the siege vehicle, the Song army began to climb up quickly.

Qu Zhen was slightly nervous.

In the distance, another Song Army battle camp began to move forward.

A whole army of three thousand people was commanded.

And he has already tried his best.

"Hasn't there been any news about the reinforcements from Deng County and Biyang? I have been here for ten days. In ten days, they will have to crawl here even if they crawl!" Looking back, Qu Zhen roared.

He looked at his lieutenant filially.

"According to the distance, they should be here!" Lieutenant General Jie Bao had a cloth wrapped around his head, stained with blood. This was the mark left on him by the Song army in the last battle. "General Qu, I will

I'm afraid they are deliberately not coming or delaying."

Qu Zhen fell silent, they would not dare to come.

Yelumin is in Nanyang now!

If they dare to come, Yelumin can kill them openly.

But they have to linger on the road and find various excuses, so there is nothing anyone can do, not to mention it is still the rainy season.

The internal fighting between the Zhao countries has entered a fierce stage.

Qu Zhen can't even go back to Tokyo now.

He could only stay in Xinye, but in Deng County, the defenders of Biyang happened to be direct descendants of Cui Ang.

In fact, Zhao's internal strife is closely linked to the current internal political situation in Liao.

Yelumin was forced to stay in Nanyang and could not go back, which is a clear proof.

The reason why Cui Ang dares to deal with Qu Zhen so blatantly is because the news coming from all sides is that the Queen of Liao, Xiao Chuo, is at a disadvantage.

Once Xiao Chuo fails in the political struggle, Yelumin will definitely not be able to go back, and Qu Zhen will only collapse faster.

Now it is obvious that Qu Zhen has taken refuge with Yelumin, and Cui Ang wants to take advantage of this opportunity to kill him first. Once the situation in the Liao Kingdom becomes clear and Lin Ping wins, Yelumin will definitely be the one to be eliminated.

"Cui Ang doesn't even think about it. If Xinye is lost, will the entire Nanyang Basin be in danger?" Qu Zhen sighed: "Cui Ang, in this life, he has always put political disputes before military affairs. Why doesn't he understand that military affairs

He failed in the battle, so what if he won this round? In the end, wasn't he still a loser? The Song Dynasty learned from the past, didn't he learn a lesson? He defeated all his political opponents, what was the result? "

"As a result, he became the King of Zhao!" Xie Bao sighed.

Qu Zhen was stunned, with an expression on her face as if she had eaten a piece of shit.

"Jie Bao, we can only rely on ourselves. At least, Commander Yelu of Nanyang will never see us swallowed up by the Song army." Qu Zhen waved her fist: "The Shan army has many cavalry, and we can't.

We have sent messengers to Nanyang from the beginning, and reinforcements will definitely arrive within two or three days at most."

"clear!"

"Open the treasury, take out all the gold, silver and cloth, and distribute them to the soldiers to guard the new field. Only then can they keep these things! If they can't guard it, it will be an advantage to the Song army!"

In Nanyang City, Yelumin yawned, stretched, climbed up from the bed, and walked out of the room with his upper body naked.

The drizzle of rain kept falling. It didn't look heavy, but it had already formed a stream of water in the yard.

Walking directly into the rain, Yelumin raised his head and let the rain pour on his body. The scars on his body became more eye-catching under the wash of the rain.

Beside the door and in the corridor, the soldiers guarding had expressions of awe on their faces.

Yelumin was not worried at all about the struggle to go to Beijing.

As Xiao Chuo's most trusted and relied upon confidant, he knew everything clearly.

The reason why Xiao Chuo asked him to come to Nanyang in the first place was to reassure Yelujun to implement his plan, and secondly, it was also to allow Yelumin to avenge his father's murder.

Xiao Chuo knew exactly what Yelumin was thinking.

Now, the battle over in Shangjing must have come to an end, and counting the time, the good news should almost be delivered.

Next, it was his turn to implement his plan. After finishing all this, it was time for him to return to the Liao Kingdom.

The queen needs a team that is absolutely loyal to him and can be absolutely assured to guard her heartland. For this task, there will never be anyone else except herself.

And Yelumin is also willing to return to China.

He doesn't want to stay in the South anymore.

He touched the bridge of his nose with his hand. The injury had long since healed, but this place still seemed to be aching.

Yelumin knew that it was not the wound that was hurting, but his heart that was aching.

Wang Zhu's questioning voice would still echo in his mind late at night.

Why?
To be continued...