A horse galloped, leaping over the fire scattered on the battlefield, and ran straight to the falling rocks.
The mountain road ahead has been blocked.
It raised its front hooves and let out a mournful cry.
"Eh??!"
Fortunately, the wood and rocks thrown from the cliff did not hit it.
Its owner has been buried in the mountain road...
Several Mongolian and Han soldiers struggled to lift Wang Zuochen's body and wanted to retreat eastward.
Wood and rocks fell on them again.
"Peng!"
…
Ma Dexi closed his eyes and stopped looking at Wang Zuochen's smashed body.
He turned around and ran away again, his steps staggering.
After running a few dozen steps eastward, I heard a colleague crying loudly in front of me.
"Surrender! Stop fighting! Stop fighting..."
Ma Dexi was stunned.
Fight? No one from the Song Army was seen.
He fell to the ground and was too lazy to get up again. He was too tired after struggling all day and night.
"Just die."
Gradually, more and more comrades came, crying towards the top of the mountain.
By noon, they had gathered into a crowd of three hundred.
Some of them came from further east. They said that there were trees and rocks falling down from a few miles away, and they didn't dare to go there. They had no idea what was happening to the army in front of them.
The only thing that can be confirmed is that they are the only ones left in these ten miles of mountain road.
Ma Dexi felt even more desperate and shouted loudly along with her colleagues, hoping to end this as soon as possible.
"Surrender! Stop fighting..."
~~
"Surrender!"
The mountain road stretches for more than three hundred miles to the east, and sounds like this can be heard from time to time.
At the foot of Pandao Mountain, more than 600 people were also shouting in unison.
Where they gathered, four or five miles in front and behind, there were still fireballs falling.
The Song army's offensive has lasted for a day and a night. Anyone who dared to attack the mountain or poke their heads out was dead, including their general.
Forty thousand people were cut into more than forty sections. The soldiers kept running for their lives, and finally hid in one place, completely unaware of the battle situation.
How many enemies are there? How many friendly forces are left?
No one dared to explore.
Looking up, I saw towering mountains.
It seemed like they were the only ones left in the world, and the condescending Song army.
Helpless, desperate.
Some soldiers raised their heads and picked up water bags, but not a drop of water fell.
The West Han River is a few miles to the west, but I dare not cross it.
He had no choice but to put down his water bag and continue shouting.
"Everyone surrendered!"
"..."
Until dusk.
A horn sounded in the mountains, which was particularly long.
The soldiers were horrified, quickly held their heads and shrank to the edge of the cliff.
After a long time, the long horn finally stopped.
However, the Song army's offensive was not seen, and the offensive that lasted for two days and one night stopped.
Then, another horn sounded in the distance, still long...
~~
Throughout the ambush battle, Li Xia did not have much overall command, because the terrain of Qishan Road was long and dangerous, and they did not fight in a square formation.
Therefore, before the war, he had clearly surveyed all the terrain and made plans, so that during the war, he could independently command each ambush point.
Having said that, Li Xia is still fully prepared.
He ordered two hundred militiamen to disperse among the mountains and forests of the six hundred miles of Shu Road. They did not need to do anything else but blow the horns.
For two days and one night, the trumpet was blown only three times.
Once at the beginning of the ambush, with the roar of cannons and the sound of trumpets, the signal to start the war was passed.
Then, when night falls, all ambush points are reminded to throw stone-fat fireballs to illuminate the mountain roads to prevent the Mongolian army from attacking the mountains at night, and to allow the soldiers to start taking turns to rest.
The last time was at this time, the evening after the ambush began.
A long rhythm means beginning to accept surrender.
But if there are still enemies trying to resist, the corresponding ambush point will respond with a short horn, requesting support and encirclement and suppression.
not at all.
The long horn spread far away, and then came back again...
To Lu Xiufu, this voice was like the sound of nature.
He asked for orders to surrender together with Gao Nianfeng, tied a rope around his waist and climbed down.
Halfway up the mountain, Gao Nianfeng started shouting, ordering the Mongolian and Han troops at the foot of the mountain to take off their armor, put down their weapons, and asked them to tie their horses to the mountain road...
"Remember! If one of you dares to hide a weapon, everyone will die!"
Amidst the clanging sounds, the weapons on the mountain road gradually piled higher.
Gao Nianfeng then shouted: "Okay! Everyone retreat two miles away, hold your heads, and squat down! Wait until tomorrow morning! By the way, you have rations to share! No looting, I will give it to you tomorrow after being escorted.
food!"
They were in no hurry to escort the prisoners.
As long as you occupy the commanding heights, the prisoners cannot escape in this terrain.
What they need to do that night is for the soldiers under their command to collect their weapons and armor, eat well, rest well, treat their injuries, and wait until dawn before escorting the prisoners who are even more hungry and weak.
Lu Xiufu counted the weapons all night, and when the sky was bright, he reported the number of weapons to Li Xia.
At the end, he sighed: "There are only 300 prisoners left out of 1,500 people. Is this too much?"
"That's not how it was calculated."
Li Xia took a nap, got up, rubbed his eyes, and said: "We are at the tail end here. The enemy always wants to rush out, such as Wang Zuochen. Therefore, there are more casualties, and the other ambush points will not be as bad as this."
Lu Xiufu counted with his fingers and murmured: "Jie Shuai... He killed nearly 20,000 lives in two days, how can he bear it?"
He was not questioning, but asking for advice.
"How can I bear it?" Li Xia rubbed his face, as if he had just woken up and looked a little dull, and said, "I can't bear it either. I have no choice."
After that, he summoned Gao Nianfeng and Louhu and ordered them to escort the prisoners.
Lu Xiufu asked again to go with him.
Li Xia said: "That's fine, you go ahead and save those who can be saved."
Lu Xiufu was puzzled and asked again: "Two hundred soldiers have gone down the mountain, doesn't Marshal Jie go in person?"
Li Xia was silent for a moment and said: "I won't go..."
~~
It is not difficult to escort the prisoners, just tie them in a string with ropes.
Lu Xiufu was recording the names and place of origin of the prisoners when he suddenly heard painful groans.
"help me……"
He turned around and saw a Mongolian and Han soldier pressed under a large rock not far away.
Lu Xiufu stood up and was about to walk over there.
"puff!"
A soldier had already stepped forward and killed the opponent with a single blow.
Lu Xiufu opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Gao Nianfeng held his shoulders.
"Magistrate Lu, please continue to register names."
"That person..."
"The injury is too serious and it's not worth saving him."
"Even if we can no longer go to the battlefield, Sichuan and Shu are still short of population and labor."
Gao Nianfeng said: "The commander-in-chief said, those who can be saved can be saved, but those who are destined to be unable to be saved, let's end it."
"But that man just now, I haven't seen his injury yet..."
"Does that person still need to be watched? We have to guard two to three times as many prisoners as we do, so we ask Magistrate Lu to act quickly."
Gao Nian Fengdan said something indifferently, as if he thought Lu Xiufu was too troublesome as a civil servant, so he turned around and left.
"There is no need to move those who are trapped under the rocks. They will not survive."
"Puff puff……"
Lu Xiufu closed his eyes helplessly as he heard the sound of weapons piercing flesh from time to time.
Only then did he know what Li Xia meant by "save those who can be saved", and then he understood why Li Xia didn't come in person.
Even if he has some medical skills, there are too many people here that he simply cannot save.
…
Not far away, Ma Dexi honestly stretched out his hand and let the soldiers of Song Dynasty tie it up.
He and more than twenty of his colleagues were tied in a row and dragged to clean up the battlefield without any resistance.
When he passed by Lu Xiufu, he also heard the conversation.
Ma Dexi was not moved by Lu Xiufu's attitude. It was an old rule on the battlefield to hit injured enemy soldiers with last hits.
Who would want wounded soldiers when surrendering?
Therefore, when you know you are going to lose, if you want to survive, it is best not to get hurt...
~~
It's evening again.
The third day of an ambush has passed.
Li Xia moved his station down from the top of the mountain to facilitate the delivery of orders.
Soldiers from two ambush points have gathered at his camp.
The Song army also suffered casualties, but they were at such a high altitude that their losses were not many. Occasionally, some of the defenders on the mountain were accidentally shot by arrows from individual warriors who sneaked up.
Six hundred troops escorted more than 1,300 prisoners to clear the battlefield and swallow the elephant like a snake. It seemed very difficult for a while.
Seeing this situation, Lu Xiufu also understood that he was currently unable to treat the seriously injured prisoners.
But after reporting the matter, he finally sighed.
"There is an injured prisoner today. He is covering up his injuries and is not afraid of tetanus. He has clearly told them that we will treat minor injuries."
"Because he wants to live."
Li Xia said casually, lowered his head, and marked the map again.
He did not feel the joy after a great victory and had already begun to think about his next plan.
Lu Xiufu sighed and said: "The battlefield is too cruel. The poor bones by the Wuding River are like those in a spring boudoir's dream."
The pen in Li Xia's hand hovered over Gong Chang's position for a long time and asked: "What are the first two sentences?"
"I swear to sweep away the Xiongnu regardless of my own safety, and five thousand mink brocades will mourn Hu Chen."
"That's it." Li Xia said: "Send someone to recruit the transport team and the people to take care of the prisoners. There is no rush. We can wait until tomorrow to make arrangements. I'm afraid the Qishan Road is not open yet."
"yes."
"Go and rest, you haven't slept for two nights."
Lu Xiufu stood up and opened the curtain, but stopped again.
"Hmm? Is something wrong?"
Lu Xiufu turned around and asked: "Jie Shuai doesn't plan to take me to Longxi?"
"Did you guess that I was going to Longxi?"
"It's not hard to guess. I interrogated several prisoners, and all Wang Liangchen came out, leaving Longxi with no troops."
"When he sent out troops, he probably thought the same way as I did now... Oh, I don't plan to take you there." Li Xia said: "After that, there are still many things that you need to do here."
"Then...can I ask Commander Ji for advice on the art of war?" Lu Xiufu asked, bowing.
He knew that the war was about to end now, but the news from Qishan Road could not be transmitted. In fact, this was the time when Li Xia had the most free time.
After saying this, he laughed at himself again and said: "I am too annoying..."
"I don't think you're bothering me."
Li Xia said: "On the contrary, I admire you very much, sit down... All the generals in the army just want to win, and what they seek is the result. Only you are always asking about the reasons for victory, how to win, why to win, and what will happen after the victory.
Therefore, I said that only you can help me in the future."
"Ashamed, thank you Jieshuai for your understanding."
"As for the art of war, I don't know it. I had a very wrong understanding before." Li Xia laughed at himself: "When we first started fighting, I mentally ranked the soldiers' combat power according to numerical values."
"Numerical value?" Lu Xiufu was puzzled.
"For example, the Mongolian army's combat strength was eight points, and the Song army's combat strength was five points. It was roughly arranged like this at the time. Later, I found that it could not be like this, and added attributes. For example, the Mongolian army is good at fighting in the plains, and the Song army is good at defending cities in the mountains."
Lu Xiufu became increasingly puzzled, frowned in thought, and murmured: "Numerical value? Attribute? Quite intuitive. But what's wrong with it?"
Li Xiandao: "Recently I have discovered that numerical values, attributes, and the number of people are important, but they cannot summarize the combat power... Soldiers are human beings first, they have to eat, drink, and urinate, and they have seven emotions and six desires. During a battle, it is possible to hold back a pee without peeing. It affects the combat effectiveness. Whether you want to fight to the death or surrender, you can't tell. It changes all the time. The general is in charge of the mentality of thousands of people. The so-called "the army is impermanent", I didn't understand this sentence until recently, no Constantly strong or weak, only strong or weak at a certain moment."
"So, we set up an ambush on Qishan Road just to be far stronger than the enemy at this moment?"
"The outcome of this battle was determined not after the ambush started, but before. Our soldiers carried heavy weapons up the mountain, enduring the prying eyes of wild beasts, the bites of mosquitoes, eating in the wind and drinking dew, and playing in the mountains and forests. Cannons, digging holes, cutting down trees... it’s too hard.”
Lu Xiufu understood deeply, scratched his neck and said: "More than two months, it is really... too painful."
The places where his fingernails scratched were covered with red spots from insect bites.
Not only was he like this, but all the more than 8,000 soldiers were like this. Thirteen people died from tick poison.
As for the five people who died after falling off the cliff...
"This is not the art of war." Li Xia said: "This is what they gain for their efforts. They sweat more in peacetime and bleed less in war. Isn't it natural that we win?"
Lu Xiufu said: "But it was Commander-in-Chief who lured Wang Liangchen here with a cunning plan. This was a cunning plan."
"It's not a conspiracy."
Li Xia said: "I decided to fight in the mountains. I first set this small goal and started thinking about how to achieve it? To lure the enemy to come. Then I thought about why the enemy came? Because there is a chance. Then let them believe that there is a chance. It's that simple. "
He looked more serious.
"I don't have the strength yet, and wanting to crush the enemy without strength is laziness and fantasy. Don't do that. Spend your energy honestly, calculate, and prepare, and finally achieve the goal of using the long to attack the short. Every time I This is the same idea every time we fight, every time. This is not a conspiracy, don't talk about a conspiracy anymore, it should be the word 'duty'. It is a general's duty to make plans before fighting, and he is responsible for the soldiers."
Lu Xiufu looked at Li Xia's rare solemn look and nodded heavily.
"Thank you Jie Shuai for your guidance."
"Don't thank me. What you want to thank are some very simple sayings. 'The one who has more temples before fighting will be the winner. The one who has more temples will be the winner.' 'Use your own strengths to attack the other's weaknesses.' 'The more you sweat in peacetime, the more you fight.' "Little blood bleeds," and "Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared."
Li Xia said a few words, and finally said: "I have always followed these simple principles. They have always been there, telling us how to win. However, people always ignore them too easily."
Lu Xiufu stood up, saluted, and said: "I understand. It is easy to know, but difficult to believe. It is easy to believe, but difficult to practice. It is easy to practice, but difficult to obtain. It is easy to obtain, but difficult to keep."
Li Xia said: "I can practice the Tao, and I heard that Yun Sun can keep the Tao, so I admire him. What about you?"
"Jie Shuai is so humble." Lu Xiufu didn't answer, but smiled.
Li Xia also smiled.
He knew that Lu Xiufu had listened.
And the reason for saying this is that Li Xia is actually willing to share his experience and help each other achieve success. But not many people are willing to listen. People prefer "getting" rather than "getting the way".
Of course, he thinks there's nothing wrong with this.
Lu Xiufu is rare, and ordinary people don't need to imitate him. It's enough to be able to compare with his achievements and bask in the joy of victory together.
No matter how much you want to learn and stand out, it's still too hard.
Simple happiness is also good, simplicity is also simple cuteness.
Occasionally, I meet a few close friends, have a heart-to-heart chat, and smile with each other, which relieves the loneliness in my heart.
~~
Lu Xiufu came out of the tent and stood with his hands behind his back for a long time. He seemed much tougher than before.
In the distance, the sound of horse hooves could be heard, and a loud shout could be heard.
"The Chinese army led Xiong Shan, led two hundred soldiers, and escorted eight hundred prisoners back to camp!"
The soldiers in the valley cheered again.
"Wan Sheng!"
"Wan Sheng!"
"..."
Lu Xiufu raised his eyes to look at the fire in the distance, and suddenly realized that he had been too narrow-minded before. Before the war, he was afraid that the world would say "what a good luck" when talking about this battle.
His dissatisfaction at that time was that he was afraid that the world would underestimate the hard work of the eight thousand soldiers and underestimate the power of diligence. Just like when he studied hard in a cold window and won the exam at a young age.
But at this time, Lu Xiufu felt relieved, and there was more tenderness towards the world in his eyes.
A little contempt is never a big deal. The power of diligence can always be seen, more or less, but never ignored.
Just like this, eight thousand soldiers were willing to endure hardships and finally defeated an army of 40,000.
How could Li Jieshuai not be angry about something?
Only by remaining as determined as ever and continuing to do your best can you be said to be mentally tough.
"Which famous saying does this ambition come from?" Lu Xiufu couldn't help but think to himself.
He looked back and saw Li Xia's figure reflected in the candlelight in the tent, sitting upright among the eucalyptus tablets, his body upright.
As a result, many words passed through Lu Xiufu's mind.
At the end, he murmured slowly.
"Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement..."
~~
The curtain was suddenly opened, and Li Xia came out.
"Jie Shuai." Lu Xiufu handed over his hand, because he had something to say because of what he had just thought.
"What are you doing standing here? It's rare for soldiers to be happy, just celebrate their victory."
But Li Xia only patted him, strode forward, and shouted with a smile: "Xiong Shan! Report again, how many people have been captured?!"
"Commander!"
Xiong Shan turned over and dismounted, almost roaring.
"At the end of the day, 200 people were captured and 800 people were captured!"
Li Xia asked: "Do you still feel it's hard?"
"A great victory! It's not hard work!"
There was joy again in the valley.
"Wan Sheng!"
Seeing this situation, Lu Xiufu's sentiments about the cruelty of the battlefield, worries about the future situation, and thoughts about how to deal with others... were all put aside.
Victory is the most inspiring thing.
Why think so much?
It should be "The general rises up and dances with his sword, and the strong man moves the nine hills with his cry!"
Then he strode forward and cheered together with the soldiers.
"Wan Sheng!"
The shouts echoed far and wide. To the east, the soldiers of the Song Army who were driving their horses raised their heads and couldn't help but speed up their march and cheered at the same time.
"Wan Sheng!"
…
On this night, if anyone could overlook the valley of more than 400 miles from the sky, he would be able to see the scene of 8,000 people swallowing more than 20,000 prisoners of war.
Snakes can swallow elephants. If they are brave enough, they can also swallow mountains and rivers...
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