Chapter 110: Xia Bing's Night-Wild Silver Hu Hu (2)
The sound of the drums "Dongdong-Dongdong" is like listening to the water of the Yellow River from a distance at night, hitting the bank dams again and again.
Amidst the sound of drums, the Song troops holding various flags formed square formations and slowly came towards Lingzhou City from the south and east. They were far apart and densely packed with troops all over the mountains and plains, as if there was a constant flood. came and slowly surrounded Lingzhou City.
Brother Richard knows that this square formation is an infantry regiment of the Song Army, with a total of three thousand people. There are spearmen, swordsmen, crossbowmen... fully equipped, and fully deployed on the battlefield as a combat unit. .
Xia troops also continued to pour out from the south gate and east gate. They lined up in formations with their backs to Xiazhou City.
The Song Army has two powerful weapons: trebuchets and flame bombs. If they hide in the small city of Lingzhou, they can easily be burned to ashes. Therefore, before the Song Army approaches within the range, the main force should be attacked first. Release and fight in formation.
Brother Richard also carefully prepared a secret weapon as his trump card, planning to use it at a critical moment to reverse the situation in one fell swoop.
He looked at the Xia army forming a six-mile-long formation, with the majority of infantry in it, and only a small number of cavalry, either as messengers or as reserves, gathered alone in the corner.
Brother Richard felt miserable.
The Xia army, which used to have powerful cavalry, was now in such a state of embarrassment.
But he knew that there was no way around it.
First of all, they were fighting with their backs to the city as a defender, and they had no intention of escaping, so there was little point in deploying so many cavalry.
Secondly, in the past two or three years, Juyanhai, Liangzhou and other places have been lost, and the Xia Kingdom has lost its largest pasture.
The oases in Henan can still produce some war horses, but they are often harassed by Song troops in disguise. They can only protect themselves and provide for themselves, but there are no extra horses.
The land of Hehuang was also completely cut off, so even if you wanted to buy a horse, you couldn't.
What is unspeakable is that Xixia has been in a state of famine for the past two or three years. However, the noble leaders are still frantically selling grain, cattle, sheep and war horses. The hungry soldiers and civilians below have no choice but to quietly kill horses to satisfy their hunger... All kinds of factors combined, Xixia The number of cavalry is decreasing day by day.
The remaining main force of the cavalry needs to be deployed in the north to snipe the Zhuque Banner Army that is detouring. Therefore, there are not many cavalry in Lingzhou City.
Without enough cavalry, there is no mobile power.
Therefore, starting from April, after the Song and Xia wars resumed due to the tragedy at Qingyuan Pass, the Xia army was passive on the southern front and could only stick to the city, waiting to be mobilized and eliminated one by one by the Song army.
As the commander-in-chief of the Xia Army's southern front, Richard Brother also had a lot of skills.
Sometimes he thought that the Suzaku Army's departure from Yanhai and the detour to Beiliao on the way to Beijing was most likely a message deliberately released by the Song State in order to make the Xia Army, which was already at a disadvantage in terms of strength, divide its forces.
Regardless of whether this guess is right or wrong, their goal was indeed achieved.
No matter how urgent and defeated the southern front is, the Xia army on the northern front will be pinned there and dare not move a single soldier. Because the Suzaku army is coming from the north, if there is no obstruction, they can follow the Yellow River to Xingqing in one go. Under the city.
Brother Richard took a few deep breaths to calm down the anger in his heart.
He raised his eyes and looked into the distance and saw that the Song army had already set up its formation.
A red river seven or eight miles long flows three or four miles east of the south side of Lingzhou City. The flags fluttering in the wind are like sparkling waves rippling in the sun.
The formation is ready, it's time for them to attack.
Brother Richard had just thought of it when he heard hundreds of horns blowing, and then hundreds of drums were beaten. Like wind and thunder, it washed the land of Lingzhou.
"The saint is a magic weapon to ward off the world's misfortune. The scorching flames illuminate the mountains and the roaring rivers break out. The thunder boosts the spirit, and the sun and the moon become the spirit. Once you master the magic weapon, you will slay evil forces from all over the world!"
Tens of thousands of Song troops sang in unison. The songs were high-pitched and vigorous, with three sighs per song; they were passionate, heroic and heroic. Following this tide of singing, the Song troops moved forward slowly.
"It's as motionless as a mountain, but as slow as a forest!" Brother Richard thought silently in his heart.
"Your Highness, whose poem did Song Jun sing?" Weiming Anhui asked steadily, holding on to the city wall and resisting the momentum of the hurricane.
"Father Shang, what Song Jun sang was an excerpt from Fan Wenzhenggong's poem."
"Fan Gong?" Weiming Anhui murmured the name with awe in his tone, "Only he can write such a poem. The Song Dynasty...why is there so many talents!"
He slapped the wall hard and said angrily.
"Come! My helmet!" Weiming Anhui shouted.
The attendant quickly put the helmet up.
Weiming Anhui slowly put the helmet on his head with both hands and said resolutely: "When the country is about to survive, as an important member of the clan and sharing the fate of the country, we have no choice but to fight to the death. Your Highness, let me lead you later.
Attack with elite troops. If you win, you will turn the tide of the battle; if you lose, you will die and sacrifice your country."
Brother Richard looked at this old man who was older than his father. He was silent for a while, then bent down and bowed respectfully.
Weiming Anhui's cloudy eyes were filled with tears, "I know that in the past hundred years since the founding of the Gao Kingdom, if there are no loyal people who have been loyal to the country and sacrificed their lives for the country, how will future generations view it? Let me, old man, do my best to serve the country.
Go hard."
After that, he turned and left.
Brother Richard's eyes were blurred by tears and he couldn't see clearly the vicissitudes of his back, but he knew that he might never see it again in the future.
"Kill!" A huge shout woke up Brother Richard.
He wiped away his tears, rushed back behind the city wall, and looked at the battlefield outside the city again.
With three huge spear phalanxes as the core, the Song army launched an offensive against the Xia army.
Each square formation has 1,500 spearmen, forming two parallel square formations. Each horizontal formation has fifty columns and fifteen rows. Each soldier wears armor and holds a spear one foot to six feet long.
Spears, standing side by side.
The sharp spears are raised forward. At first glance, they are densely packed, as if countless sharp edges are overwhelmingly pressing towards you.
Behind the horizontal formation are the crossbowmen. They stand behind the spearmen, only two or three meters away from the front formation. Every six hundred people are divided into a horizontal formation of fifty columns and twelve rows. One thousand, two hundred
Famous archers and crossbowmen formed two horizontal formations.
Four horizontal formations on the front, rear, left and right formed a huge phalanx. There were also two hundred leaders wearing light armor and holding round shields and steel swords. They were all accompanying soldiers. They were the reserve team of the whole regiment and assisted the officers.
Command the soldiers.
The spearmen advance neatly to the rhythm of the drums. The crossbowmen follow closely behind. When they reach the shooting range, they will stop and use the projectile method to shoot three rounds of arrows at the enemy in front.
Conduct fire strikes.
After three rounds of shooting, he quickly followed up with the spearman in front.
The spearmen's steps were very steady and slow, and they walked very resolutely. The crossbowmen's steps were light, and they kept up after three rounds of shooting. The entire phalanx was not chaotic at all.
The three heavy infantry regiments of the Song Army formed three spear phalanxes and moved forward slowly. After suppressing the Xia Army, they stopped moving.
The remaining infantry regiments, with battalions as combat units, formed a mandarin duck formation, rushed out from the gaps between the three spear phalanxes, and started fighting with the Xia army.
The Xia officers and soldiers who have persisted until now are all loyal and brave men. They know that this battle is of great importance, so they do not hesitate to sacrifice their bravery, blood and lives.
Wearing various colors of armor and holding various weapons, they marched forward bravely without fear of death.
Song Jun's victory lies in his careful training and tacit cooperation.
Xia Jun is like a roaring tiger and leopard, and Song Jun is like a silent wolf pack.
Fighting is going on everywhere.
Here, four Song soldiers used their shields to resist the crazy Xia army. No matter how they chopped with axes and knives, they remained motionless. The spearmen held out their spears and stabbed out from the gaps in the shields desperately.
Every time the gun was poked out, it felt like it had penetrated flesh and blood. When it was pulled back, it was dripping with blood.
The Miao swordsmen stood on both sides, fighting to the death with the Xia army that was coming around. The crossbowmen in the innermost position looked for every visible enemy and shot him a hard arrow.
In their eyes, except for their companions, everything that moves is the enemy. They find the gap, stab it hard, and chop it with a knife. At this time, everyone on the battlefield, whether it is the Song army or the Xia army, is being killed and bloody
, the excitement turned into a beast.
They roared like wild beasts, stared at the opponent, and gritted their teeth to kill him. Even if the knife was missing, the gun was broken, they pinched with their hands, and bit with their teeth, they would still kill the enemy.
Tens of thousands of people fought in an earth-shattering battle, and tall yellow dust rose up like smoke from a curtain, covering the heads of the soldiers on both sides. But slowly, the curtain was soaked with blood and seemed to turn blood red. This chapter has been completed!