In the Beiting Valley, there was thick smoke and poisonous gas. More than a hundred puppet soldiers were threatened by the Jurchen soldiers behind with crossbows and arrows and walked step by step towards the entrance of the valley. The thick smoke filled the air and choked them so much that they could not open their eyes, so they had to remove their clothes from their underwear.
Tear off a piece of cloth and cover your mouth and nose.
But not long after walking, one soldier fell to the ground with a thump, and the other soldiers were shocked.
Soon, four more soldiers fell down and twitched all over. The leading general suddenly realized that the smoke was poisonous.
He turned around and waved his hand, telling the soldiers to walk back, but before they had gone far, more than a dozen arrows roared towards them, and several soldiers in front fell down screaming.
The Jurchen soldiers were ruthless, and if the puppet soldiers dared to retreat, they would kill them without hesitation.
"You idiot, if you don't treat us as human beings, you'd better smash them to pieces with a pile of rocks!"
The puppet soldiers cursed in a low voice and had to turn around and run towards the mouth of the valley.
"ah--"
Several soldiers stepped on poisonous caltrops and jumped in pain. They pulled out a caltrop with sharp spikes, but after a while the soldiers fell softly. It was not known whether it was the smoke or the caltrops.
It was poisoned, and no one bothered to find out the cause.
At this time, dozens of puppet soldiers came from behind, and the Jurchens simply rushed all the puppet soldiers to fight the enemy.
Hundreds of puppet soldiers were forced to run fast, with violent coughs one after another. The crossbow arrows in front of them were shot with "Whoosh! Whoosh!". Even if they were holding shields, they could not stop them. Some people kept falling down, whether they were hit by arrows or stepped on.
Poisoned by tribulus.
The puppet soldiers finally rushed to the entrance of the valley. There were burning pine branches in front of them. They kicked open the pine branches at all costs and rushed out. Several spears stabbed at them like lightning. The leader screamed and fell to the ground. The soldiers behind him rushed up and stabbed him.
In just one cup of tea, more than thirty puppet soldiers were all killed, and their bodies were piled up at the mouth of the valley.
Zheng Ping was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed and said: "Damn it, I didn't even think that we could seal the valley entrance! How can they get out?"
"General, beware!"
A soldier knocked Zheng Ping down, and several arrows passed over their heads.
Zheng Ping was furious, got up and shouted: "You idiots, shoot them to death with random arrows!"
The soldiers of the Song Army rushed forward and shot arrows into the valley together, but there was no sound. Zheng Ping suddenly reacted, "Not good!"
I saw dozens of people rushing out in the darkness with large shields in hand, catching the Song army by surprise. The soldiers with crossbows made a mistake in placing them in front of the cave entrance. The spearmen should have been in front, but the enemy army seized the opportunity and rushed out.
More than twenty Song soldiers holding spears rushed forward and fought with the enemy, but the enemy had already seized the entrance of the valley. More and more Jurchen soldiers came out of the valley, about fifty or sixty of them.
One of them was holding a short spear and a big shield, fighting with the soldiers of the Song army.
More than 100 puppet soldiers followed immediately. The total number of Jin soldiers was nearly 200, while the Song army only had 50 soldiers. There was a huge disparity in strength.
Zheng Ping felt regretful and shouted: "Straight bitch, fight with them!"
He raised his sword and rushed forward, slashing up and down, left and right like crazy, and actually killed more than a dozen puppet soldiers until they were retreating. The crossbowmen also changed their spears and rushed forward. Both sides had no way out and fought desperately.
The casualties were heavy.
In just a quarter of an hour, the Song army suffered more than half of its casualties, and the Jin soldiers also suffered nearly fifty casualties. However, the gap in strength between the two sides became even greater. Zheng Ping was also injured and was bleeding profusely.
Song Jun was about to lose his support. At this moment, a shout suddenly came from the south, "Brothers, kill the Tatars!"
Countless soldiers of the Song Army came from the south, and the darkness was overwhelming. I don’t know how many there were. Countless spears and swords came towards the Jin soldiers with murderous intent. The leader was a general riding on a war horse, holding a golden sword in his hand.
The sharp sword is Yang Zheng.
The battle in Wujiazhen was also over. Both the Song and Jin sides were defeated. The Jin soldiers withdrew south, and there were only more than 500 Song troops left. Yang Zheng did not dare to stay for a long time, and led the remaining army to retreat to Jianxiao Pass, but
Unexpectedly, by a strange combination of circumstances, they actually saved Zheng Ping's army at a critical moment.
Hundreds of fresh troops entered the battle and instantly separated and surrounded dozens of Jurchen soldiers and puppet soldiers in the south. The situation quickly reversed.
The Jin soldiers were killed and retreated steadily, suffering heavy casualties. Seeing that the situation was not good, the leading Jurchen centurion shouted a few times, and the remaining Jin soldiers quickly withdrew into the canyon.
Zheng Ping was extremely surprised. Where did these hundreds of Song troops come from? Could it be another plan of the other side to send a fake army to deceive the city?
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It was getting dark, and the fierce battle at Jianxiao Pass was gradually coming to an end. On the pass, three hundred Song soldiers were still fighting back tenaciously against the enemy's attack. There were piles of corpses above and below the city, and the top of the city was stained with blood.
Soldiers' limbs were everywhere, as well as bodies without heads. The blood from the necks was still flowing out. There were also many bodies that had been chopped into two parts. Various organs fell to the ground. The stench was nauseating.
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Twenty-five of the thirty siege ladders had been destroyed by the Song army, and nearly two thousand soldiers gathered under the remaining five ladders. They climbed the ladders and attacked desperately, trying to seize the city head before dark, but
What greeted them was only rolling wood and rocks stained with blood and brains.
Under Ma Mian City, a huge battering ram rolled down to the side. The flames on it had not yet extinguished. Thirty Jin soldiers were huddled in a ball on the ground, burned to black charcoal, and several others were killed by arrows.
Ten corpses lay scattered near the city gate.
The battering ram failed completely, not even half of the suspension bridge was broken. Before the two hundred soldiers could attack, more than a dozen barrels of fire were thrown from it, and the raging fire engulfed the two hundred people in an instant.
At this time, there was an extremely brutal siege battle. From early morning to dark, the siege and puppet troops suffered nearly 5,000 casualties, while the defending Song army also suffered more than 300 casualties.
General Han Chang's eyes were full of despair. He dropped 8,000 people, but he still hadn't captured the city. Is the opponent really the Song army? There were really less than 1,000 people?
At this time, a Jurchen cavalry rushed over quickly, clasped his fists and shouted loudly: "The marshal has an order, the general has tried his best, please withdraw as soon as possible!"
Han Chang felt relieved, as if Wanyan Wulu had forgiven him.
This battle really couldn't be fought anymore. In the end, the energy and spirit of the two thousand soldiers were gone, and their morale was low. They were just attacking upward like zombies, and they could only die in vain.
"Send the order to withdraw the troops!"
'Dang! Dang! Dang!' The bell to withdraw troops rang, and the attacking soldiers seemed to have heard the amnesty order. Regardless of whether their backs were facing forward or backward, they ran back wildly, faster than the ebbing tide, and they were not seriously injured.
No one cared about the soldiers who had expired, leaving them on the battlefield to die.
Han Chang led thousands of soldiers to retreat to the camp outside the valley in great melancholy. There was cheering and drums beating loudly on the city top, which were the drums of victory.
In one day's fierce battle, the Song army killed more than 280 people, injured 110 people, and suffered nearly 400 casualties, which did not include the casualties of Zheng Ping guarding Beiting Valley.
There are only 400 soldiers left who can immediately join the battlefield. The situation is very serious. If the Jin soldiers are determined to attack the city continuously like today, Jianxiao Pass will definitely not be able to hold it.
Outside the city, hundreds of Song soldiers were cleaning up the battlefield. The corpses were dragged away and buried. The seriously injured puppet soldiers were killed together. They all lost too much blood and could not be saved even if they were carried into the city. It was better to give them a happy life.
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Weapons, armor, and belongings were all collected, and the logs and stones were also transported back to the city for reuse. The workload was quite large, and even if the work lasted until midnight, it might not be completed.
"Commander, will the Jin soldiers attack again tomorrow?" Yang Yuanqing asked worriedly.
Chen Qing shook his head, "I don't know either, but the Jin soldiers still have a lot of treasures that they haven't taken out, such as carts, trebuchets, firearms, etc., and the Jurchen soldiers have not participated in the attack. Our severe test is still there.
later."
Yang Yuanqing's heart was heavy. Even if some wounded soldiers went into battle, they would only have half of their strength. How would they deal with the more powerful offensive later?
At this moment, a soldier rushed to report, "To inform the commander, Zheng Dutou has brought a Song army, about several hundred people, saying they came from Monk Yuan."
Chen Qing was overjoyed, there were hundreds of people! It was a timely help.
He and Yang Yuanqing walked quickly towards the city, "What is the name of the general?"
"It seems to be called Yang Zheng!"
"Yang Zheng?"
Yang Yuanqing's footsteps suddenly stopped.
Chen Qing looked back at him and said, "Do you know this person?"
Yang Yuanqing smiled bitterly, "How could I not recognize him? He is my brother, he is the legitimate son of the Yang family, and I am a concubine. Five years ago, we had a fight over where to join the army. I went to Qingzhou to join the Huanxi Army in anger.
Qing army, he joined the Jingyuan army."
"Which Yang family are you from?"
"The Yang family in Taiyuan, the ancestor Yang Gong inherited the industry."
