The second and third rounds of arrow rain fell one after another. The dense arrows penetrated shields and armors and penetrated heads. The wounded and injured soldiers rolled and wailed in the crowd. No one paid attention to them. Many soldiers were bleeding profusely and struggling.
Climbing down the mountain, eventually climbing towards death.
The mountain road became chaotic. Soldiers were running in the chaos. Soldiers were dodging and pushing. Soldiers were constantly being shot by arrows and fell to the ground...
More than a thousand Khitan soldiers ran fast on the slopes, advancing very quickly. They ran through two slopes in a moment. On the third to last slope, the ground suddenly became slippery. This was caused by the Song army splashing water on the ground.
There is a lot of water, and after freezing at night, the ground is extremely smooth, which is better for cloth shoes, but it is a fatal challenge for leather boots.
The soldiers slipped one after another, and the shields in their hands lost their function. On the hillside, the Song army's crossbow arrows were fired at random, and huge rolling logs fell from their heads. The rolling logs smashed the bones of the golden soldiers, breaking their bones and tendons, and there were hits everywhere.
The wail of arrows and the scream of falling off the cliff.
A strong sense of fear occupied the hearts of every Jin soldier, the team was in chaos, the will to attack instantly collapsed, and the soldiers scrambled to flee down the mountain.
Xiao Yantuo kept shouting. Although he was a Khitan noble, these Khitan soldiers had nothing to do with him and ignored him at all.
With no choice, Xiao Yantuo had no choice but to follow the soldiers and retreat down the mountain.
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In the first round of attack, two thousand Khitan soldiers suffered more than 600 casualties and ended in failure.
Although this was expected by Wanyan Huonv, it was still a bit hard for him to accept. There were more than 600 casualties, but the Song army was not even touched. He stared at Xiao Yantuo with a ferocious face and said: "I
Give you another chance, if you lose again, I will engage in military law!"
Xiao Yantuo also took the risk and contradicted him bravely: "The Captain must give me resources. Without resources, I can't win even if I am given ten chances."
Wanyan Huonu stared at him for a long time and asked coldly: "What resources do you want?"
"First, give me my five hundred Jurchen soldiers, I need to use them to guard the battle; second, the mountain road is too slippery, I need to spread a lot of hay on the mountain road; third, the Khitan soldiers' armor is too thin and cannot stop them
Soldiers and arrows, I want the armor of Jurchen soldiers."
"I can give you the first two conditions, but not the third. I can't ask the soldiers to take off their armor. The most I can do is give each Khitan soldier a sheepskin."
Wanyan Huonv knew well that an arrow shot from such a high mountain could easily penetrate an ox, and its power was countless times more powerful than the arrows on the city. Even if it was covered with sheepskin, it would be useless, and even ordinary iron leaves would be useless.
Even armor can't stop it, unless it's the black iron armor of the Ranger Cavalry.
Back then, they used tens of thousands of Liao soldiers to surrender and used up all the soldiers and arrows in Shangjing City. This time, he planned to do the same. He bet that the number of soldiers and arrows of the Song army would not be too many. According to a city defense bow, ten soldiers and arrows would be used.
, the Song army had more than 2,000 arrows at most, and they used 3,000 Khitan soldiers to consume them all.
He immediately ordered two thousand cavalrymen to forcibly collect wheat straw from the surrounding villages. Within half an hour, the cavalrymen collected tens of thousands of tons of wheat straw by force.
After getting a short rest, Xiao Yantuo learned from the experience of the first failure and formulated a new attack plan.
In the second attack, Xiao Yantuo ordered 500 Jurchen soldiers to hold down the formation behind, and 2,400 Khitan soldiers in front. He also ordered more than 100 soldiers to lay wheat straw in front. The soldiers carried burdens of wheat straw and moved forward carefully against the mountain wall.
OK, lay the wheat straw section by section onto the frozen ground.
The Khitan soldiers still marched in formation with their shields held high, but Xiao Yantuo made two important decisions. The first was that the soldiers walked as close to the mountain wall as possible. In this way, the killing effect of arrows or rolling logs would be reduced by half.
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Secondly, twenty sentries were set up. As soon as the opponent's soldiers shot arrows, the sentries would immediately shout and the soldiers would quickly shrink towards the mountain wall or lie down directly on the ground.
"The soldiers and arrows are coming!" the sentries shouted in unison.
The soldiers were so frightened that they rushed towards the mountain wall and huddled together. The soldiers' arrows fell down with "Whoosh! Whoosh!" and were deeply embedded in the soil. They should have landed on their shields, but now most of them have been dodged.
, only a handful of soldiers could not escape, and were shot by arrows. Their shields and armor were shot through one after another, and dozens of them fell to the ground screaming.
Although the casualties were much lower than in the first round of attack, under the heavy rain of arrows from the Song army, the casualties of the Khitan soldiers gradually increased. Xiao Yantuo finally couldn't bear it anymore, and there were fewer than 2,000 soldiers.
At this moment, the number of Song army's arrows decreased rapidly, and Xiao Yantuo immediately realized that the Song army's arrows were almost exhausted.
"Come on!"
Xiao Yantuo shouted and led the soldiers to run upwards. The soldiers who were laying grass had already reached the penultimate slope. This was the real test. Even if they were leaning against the mountain wall, the soldiers of the Song Army were right above their heads.
The Song army's arrows had been exhausted, and Chen Qing coldly ordered: "Use the crossbow to shoot, and prepare to roll the wood!"
On the mud bag bunker above, fifty Song soldiers fired crossbow arrows together. A dozen soldiers laying on the grass were hit by the arrows and fell to the ground screaming.
When the moment of decisive battle arrived, Xiao Yantuo waved his sword and shouted, "The last eighty steps, brothers, kill!"
"Kill!"
The fierce Khitan soldiers rushed towards the hillside with shields and spears in hand, crossbow bolts flying like rain above their heads, and then rolling logs fell down one after another. The rolling logs smashed the heads of the enemy soldiers to pieces, and rolled toward the dense crowd.
When it was thrown, the Khitan soldiers raised their shields to resist, but they still could not withstand the powerful impact of the rolling log, and soldiers were knocked over one by one.
At this time, the straw for paving the road was no longer needed, and the corpses of the soldiers became stepping stones. The Khitan soldiers were furious, trampling on the corpses and charging upward. Many soldiers who were injured and could not get up in time were trampled to death.
Eighty steps...Sixty steps...Forty steps...
The Khitan soldiers attacked wildly and suffered heavy casualties, but they were getting closer and closer to the first mud bag wall.
Chen Qing held the divine arm crossbow and aimed at the enemy general in the middle of the team. Xiao Yantuo was very cunning. He wore the same armor as a soldier and dodged towards the mountain wall from time to time.
But the sword in Xiao Yantuo's hand still exposed him. Among all the soldiers, he was the only one holding the sword and commanding the soldiers to attack upward.
Chen Qing's crossbow arrow finally locked the enemy general, and he decisively pulled the hanging knife, 'click!' the crossbow machine sounded, and a crossbow arrow shot towards the opponent's head like a bolt of lightning at a very fast speed.
Xiao Yantuo seemed to have been tapped on the shoulder by the God of Death from behind. He turned around and said, 'Poof!' The arrow hit him between the eyebrows. The powerful crossbow bolt penetrated his head, and the brain from the tip of the arrow came out from the back of his head.
Xiao Yantuo fell to the ground and died immediately!
The general died, and the surrounding soldiers were in chaos. They were like deflated rubber balls, their morale and confidence quickly diminished. Countless soldiers turned around and fled. The soldiers in front and behind were also affected and ran downwards.
The Song army took the opportunity to fire random arrows, and hundreds of huge rolling logs fell down. For a moment, the Khitan soldiers howled like ghosts and wolves, and suffered heavy casualties...
But the retreating Khitan soldiers could not retreat. They only turned a corner. Five hundred Jurchen soldiers who were hiding on the mountain wall supervising the battle rushed up with sharp axes in their hands and chopped to death on the spot the dozens of Khitan soldiers who were fleeing at the front.
They continue to attack.
The Khitan soldiers were angered by the brutal Jurchen soldiers, and a Khitan general shouted: "We are not scapegoats, brothers, charge down!"
The Khitan soldiers charged at the Jurchen soldiers with spears, trying to open a bloody path, but the Jurchen soldiers were extremely tough. They stabbed with spears and chopped with sharp axes, killing hundreds of people in the blink of an eye. The Khitan general who led them was also beheaded.
brain.
The remaining thousand or so Khitan soldiers were finally afraid of being killed, so they had to turn around again and charged forward again, trampling on the fallen soldiers.
Huge trees flew across the sky, arrows rained like rain, the mountain road was covered with blood and flesh, and dead bodies piled up. The Khitan soldiers had no way out. They screamed to death, kept charging with shields and spears, and kept falling. Step by step, they approached the turn of the last slope.
, which is blocked by a wall of mud bags.
Hundreds of soldiers of the Song Army stood ready with shields and spears in hand. In an instant, countless spears collided, and the two armies finally faced each other face to face.
Wanyan Huonv looked at the top of the mountain coldly. Everything was as he expected. He had paved a bloody road up the mountain with the lives of nearly three thousand Khitan people. He had already seen the hope of conquering the top of the mountain.
Wan Yan Huo Nu waved her sword and said, "Go to battle!"
‘Woo——’
The deep horns of the Jurchen soldiers sounded, and Wanyan Huonv personally led three thousand Jurchen soldiers to kill towards the mountain.
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At the same time, another group of 300 Jin soldiers, led by hunters, went up the mountain from the trail in the northeast corner. The terrain here was very dangerous, and a group of soldiers could not rush up. They could only go up one by one.
Especially on the cliff halfway up the mountain, there is a sense that one man is in charge and no one can stop it. Because of the dangerous terrain, the Song army only deployed 20 people and five divine arm crossbows here.
There were more than thirty corpses of Jin soldiers piled under the high dirt piles. A fierce battle broke out here. All the Jin soldiers who tried to climb up were assassinated by the Song army. However, seven of the twenty Song soldiers were also killed.
Almost all of them were shot by Jin soldiers with arrows and short spears.
The Jin soldiers were driven back, and soon they began to reorganize their attack.
A Song Army soldier aimed at the Jin soldiers who were slowly climbing up, and pulled the hanging knife of the divine arm crossbow. "Click!" The crossbow machine sounded, and a powerful crossbow arrow shot at the Jurchen soldier thirty steps away.
The Jurchen soldiers climbed up hard with shields in hand. 'Crack!' The shield was pierced by a crossbow arrow. 'Pfft!' The crossbow arrow penetrated the throat. The Jurchen soldiers screamed and rolled down the mountain.
The soldiers behind were too frightened to move. Every one who came up was shot dead. In just half a day, nearly forty people had been shot. In addition to the thirty-five people killed in two rounds of fierce fighting, seven Jurchen soldiers had been killed.
More than ten people.
At this time, a cavalryman rushed over, held up an arrow and said: "The Commander of Ten Thousands has an order, give up the trail and go up the mountain, and move everyone to the front!"
The more than 200 Jurchen soldiers on the mountain were relieved and descended one after another towards the winding mountain road in front.
The fierce battle on the front battlefield has entered the final fight, and there is no need to go up the mountain from the back.
