Blood was scattered on the land where the two armies clashed.
On the right wing of the Mongolian army, a Mongolian and Han army general named "Meng Boyang" sat astride a war horse, holding a scimitar, looking at the banner of the Song army approaching in front, with a heavy face.
Meng Boyang was from Fanyang County, Zhuozhou.
Zhuozhou became the border between the two countries as early as the Song-Liao Chanyuan Alliance, and Fanyang County belonged to the Liao Dynasty.
When the Song and Jin Dynasties destroyed the Liao Dynasty, Zhuozhou was briefly recovered by the Song Dynasty. Guo Yaoshi, the defender of Zhuozhou in the Liao Dynasty, surrendered the city to the Song Dynasty.
But not long after, the war between the Song and Jin Dynasties broke out, Guo Yaoshi surrendered gold, and Zhuozhou belonged to gold again.
Meng Boyang read several books when he was young and believed that after the Tang Dynasty, the Central Plains dynasty went through two orthodox dynasties, the Liao and Jin dynasties. The one in the south was called "
The small separatist forces of Song Dynasty still refused to surrender to Zhongzhou.
In his eyes, the Song people and other southern barbarians had divided the world and deserved to be killed.
During this expedition, Meng Boyang thought the battle would be easy.
I didn't expect that the fight would reach such an extent...
He was already very tired. He had only eaten two handfuls of dry food since last night's fight.
It was promised that an army of more than 100,000 people would defeat a mere 10,000 Song troops in the field. After the promised victory, the Great Khan personally summoned him and gave him wine and meat to celebrate his victory...
But looking around, the Song troops were all in front, and the Mongolian troops behind them never came to support them.
I heard that the Khan's watchtower collapsed and he was about to withdraw across the Jialing River.
Meng Boyang couldn't help but think of many things... For example, his family had a large business, with a large number of farms and shops. When the King of Monan visited the Central Plains, he earned a lot of money every year.
Although he was not implicated in the Goukao test last year, all the tenants in his family were expropriated and various industries were in decline.
If the Great Khan had conquered the south of the Yangtze River and only captured a small area, he would certainly have received rewards. But when there are no rewards for military achievements in the future, where will the livelihood of his descendants come from?
The fields are barren, and then cattle are herded in the south of the Yangtze River?
In short, in the eyes of these middle and lower-level generals of the Han army, King Monan, who practiced Han law and governed the Han region, had subtly gained great prestige.
Meng Boyang didn't dare to think about this before, but today, as soon as the Khan's watchtower collapsed, his thoughts inevitably became more active.
"Zhao Yi, tell me, is Dahan okay?" he asked the deputy general beside him.
"General, there's a war." Zhao Yicai just opened his mouth, and his stomach rumbled.
"I was thinking..." Meng Boyang shook his head mid-sentence and said, "Forget it."
Zhao Yi looked around and whispered: "I know what the general is thinking... I'm afraid the Great Khan has escaped and left us here to break up the rear."
Meng Boyang said nothing.
"General, I'm very hungry and I really have no strength." Zhao Yi said again, "If the Mongols don't come to support us, we will really die in a foreign land, which is far away from Zhuozhou."
"Don't worry, the commander has a sense of proportion."
Meng Boyang's eyes became more worried, and he raised his eyes and looked ahead again.
On the front line, the Song army was still slowly approaching, and it wouldn't be long before they would be in front of him.
He held the scimitar in his hand and looked at Shi Tianze's banner, his eyes flashing.
"Commander, if the Great Khan escapes, don't let your brothers die..."
"Prince Zong! We can't retreat any longer!"
On Shizi Mountain, Abachi came and kept trying to persuade Brother Mo.
"If we don't support Shi Tianze, these Han troops will be defeated soon."
Brother Mo's face was as golden as paper, and he was still half leaning on his body, saying: "Didn't you... didn't you ask Wang Zhongchen... to support you?"
"But the Song army will not attack Wang Zhongchen."
"Then... let him take the lead!" Brother Mo couldn't stand up at all to see the distribution of troops on the battlefield.
Lai Abachi was so anxious that he raised his hands and said: "If Wang Zhongchen gives up the defense line, the Song army can go around from the west to the south of the mountain and directly attack the pontoon bridge. How can the Great Khan go?!"
"Ahem...what do you want me to do?"
Laibachi almost shouted, "Prince Zong, get up and take a look!" But he knew that Brother Mo couldn't act arbitrarily in the current situation.
"Please give an order from King Zong to stop the migration and defeat the Song army first."
Brother Mo's face looked even more ugly, and his bloodless face was uncertain...
It is true that the Mongolian army has more than 100,000 troops, but the troops have not yet been mobilized in time. Some of them are scattered along the main roads of Quzhou, Fujiang, Jialing River, and around Diaoyu City.
Shi Tianze led more than 20,000 troops to guard in front of the Shizishan camp, and Wang Zhongchen led 20,000 troops to guard the left and right sides.
Qie Xue's army is guarding the camp, while other troops are building a pontoon bridge in preparation for moving the camp.
I thought that with only 30,000 to 40,000 Han troops, the Song army could be completely defeated. Unexpectedly, the war dragged on and on, and Shi Tianze was on the verge of retreat.
In the final analysis, the morale of the military is still uncertain.
Now, we can only give up moving the camp and concentrate our forces to defeat the Song army.
But Brother Mo is really worried about what will happen if he continues to let Brother Meng stay in Shizishan.
While he was hesitating, he suddenly heard a voice coming from behind him.
"Help me start sweating..."
"Brother Meng is at least seriously injured."
Under the banner of the Song Army, Li Xia directed the war and made judgments for Wang Jian.
"So far, the morale of the Mongolian army is still in chaos. Shi Tianze cannot hold on for long and will be defeated soon."
Wang Jian was still lying on the stretcher. He had dozens of wounds on his body, and new injuries were taking over the old ones. He couldn't even get up, let alone give command.
Li Xia and Zhang Jue's original intention was to send someone to take him back to Diaoyu City first, but Wang Jian refused.
Even on a stretcher, he was determined to go to the battlefield.
Not only was it difficult for Li Xia to command smoothly without him, but it was also because he simply couldn't bear the risk of losing the battle.
This battle was a desperate one, and it was indeed a greedy move.
"Feiyu...don't be careless..."
"good."
Li Xia kept staring at the front of the battlefield. Seeing that Shi Tianze's front army could not hold on, but still refused to send the Chinese army to support, he signaled that Shi Tianze had the intention to preserve his strength.
The Great Khan's life and death are unknown, so it would be strange for him not to preserve his strength.
Know yourself and your enemy.
"Send the order! Order Zhang Jue to attack the right wing of the Mongolian army!"
Wang Jian's flag was waved, the trumpet sounded, and the ordering soldiers raised a yellow order flag, pointing at the right wing of the Mongolian army.
Soon, Zhang Jue also ordered someone to blow the trumpet in response.
The Chinese army's war drums were beating loudly.
In the previous battles, the Song Army had always used the fresh troops brought by Zhao An and Aji to attack the front of the Mongolian army. Zhang Jue's most elite unit also got a rest.
At this time, Li Xia had already seen that the Mongolian army's right wing array was loose, and it was time to tear apart the Mongolian army's defense line in one fell swoop.
Zhang Jue took the lead and charged forward with his axe.
He was willing to let Li Xia "assist" Wang Jian in commanding the Chinese army, while he served as the vanguard.
Because of the night attack on Meng Ge, he could already see Li Xia's ability on the battlefield.
In a war, it doesn't matter who is the leader and who is the deputy. Killing the enemy is the right thing to do...
"Kill!"
The right wing of the Mongolian army is exactly where Meng Boyang is located.
He knew that his array was loose, but it would be easier to retreat this way.
Meng Boyang saw clearly that the Great Khan was about to move his camp, and there was no reason to let his brothers die.
Seeing the Song army approaching, he had decided to shrink towards Shi Tianze's middle army.
I just hope that the Song generals will understand that the Great Khan will not wait on the mountain, but will cross the Jialing River.
Just get out of the way and let the Song army attack Wang Zhongchen's troops. That is the direction to the floating bridge.
Sure enough, Shi Tianze's command flag was raised, telling him to shrink his defense...
suddenly,
"Boom! Boom! Boom..."
War drums were beating loudly on Shizi Mountain.
Then, the war song started again.
"Under the blue sky, all the land belongs to the Great Khan! Under the blue sky, all victory belongs to the Great Khan!"
"Sweat! Sweat!"
There was an overwhelming cheer.
A man stood on the top of the stone mountain again.
He is tall and burly, casting a long figure in the sunset.
In the Shizishan camp, the Mongolian troops cheered heartily.
"Sweat! Sweat!"
In the world, at least now, no one else has such prestige except Meng Ge. Zhao Yun, an official in Lin'an City, would not stand in front of his army and let them cheer like this.
"Sweat!"
The Mongolian troops cheered and joined in the singing of war songs.
"In front of the iron hooves of the Great Khan, there is no way but to surrender or die! Only the land watered by blood will grow greener grass! It also belongs to the Great Khan!"
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The flag waved.
Meng Ge ordered to stop moving camps, and all the Mongolian troops mounted their horses to attack the Song army;
Order the cowardly Xue army not to stay in the guard and attack the Song army;
Wang Zhongchen was ordered not to guard the road at the foot of the mountain, but to attack the Song army.
Brother Meng is the Great Khan and the hero, and his command of the battle is far more domineering than Brother Mo.
At the same time, Shi Tianze changed his flag and ordered the entire army to face the Song army.
The morale of the Mongolian army is completely different...
"General Zhao, retreat!"
A young general of the Song Army named "Han Zhongxian" suddenly grabbed Zhao An.
"Back off!"
Zhao An was stunned and was pulled back from the front line.
He looked up and felt the change in the morale of the Mongolian army.
"The Tatar Lord is okay, it's okay! It will be too late when the Mongolian army surrounds us!" Han Zhongxian shouted: "It will be night soon. If we retreat now, we may be able to return to Diaoyu City."
Zhao An did not receive the order and hesitated.
"General!" Han Zhongxian shouted again: "Don't you know, General? General Wang is not commanding at all! Li Xia is using the general to test whether the Tatar Lord is dead to confirm his credit... Retreat!"
Under the banner of the Song Army, Li Xia did not order the troops to retreat, but instead ordered: "Send the order to the entire army to charge!"
"Tell the whole army! The Mongolian army just wants to scare us away. Hold on, a great victory is just around the corner!"
He looked around and saw that Zhao An's battle line was in chaos in the sunset.
Li Xia frowned, immediately drew his sword in his hand, and strode forward in person.
"Follow the banner and follow me to defeat the enemy!"
Whether they were determined to win or whether they were desperate, the banner of the Song army actually faced the Mongol army with high morale.