In Zhao Si's telescope, ten combat teams quietly appeared.
They bent slightly, took small steps, and raised their weapons, they walked out of their respective hiding places. One group of eleven people gathered around the North Pole Temple.
At the front of each group is a class leader who wears simple armor, carries a steel knife on his waist, and holds a small triangular flag and a red spear. He is responsible for commanding the entire class, and his position is uncertain. He can move forward or backward, left or right. He can go wherever needed.
There.
Next are two shield bearers. They hold a three-foot-high shield in their left hand and a straight sword in their right hand. This sword is three feet long and two inches wide. It can cut left and right, and can also stab straight.
Behind them are four spearmen, each holding a ten-foot-long hard pole spear, and each is also equipped with a bayonet sword.
Behind the spearmen are two crossbowmen, each holding a divine arm crossbow with a bow length of three feet and three feet and a string length of two feet and five feet.
The two at the end have steel knives at their waists and hold Miao knives with five-foot long handles.
They are non-commissioned officers with superb martial arts skills and rich experience. They not only assist the squad leader in commanding, but are also responsible for holding down the formation.
The position, like the leader of the class, also changes at any time according to the actual situation.
This is the new formation that the Xiaoqi camp is practicing, and everyone calls it the Yuanyang Formation. Although they don’t understand what it means, King Jian called it that, and everyone followed suit.
The 3,000 officers and soldiers of the Xiaoqi Battalion were selected from 100,000 young men. They are not only good at riding and shooting, but also have experienced fighting skills on the battlefield.
Let them temporarily dismount and practice infantry formations, and they quickly adapted to it.
They have compiled and trained the Yuanyang Formation, and then see the effect in drills and actual combat, and make improvements, and then they can promote it to the infantry in the subsequent formation and training of the Forbidden Army.
Ming Zhaoxia also took a monocular telescope and started looking at it.
Two teams are in front, two teams are on the left, two teams are on the right, and four teams go around to the back.
Behind the North Pole Temple is the main attack direction.
Wang reported that Gao Shixuan followed up quietly with fifty royal guards and spread out as a reserve team not far away. Hu Luxiong led thirty royal guards to guard the perimeter to contain any fish that might slip through the net.
The former enemy commander Liu Fa looked left and right, received responses from the team leaders on all sides, and then made a gesture to the front.
Yang Keshi led the front team, bent down, and ran to the temple gate holding the ladder. He quietly set up the ladders on both sides of the temple gate. Yang Keshi took the lead and climbed up with the people.
The two teams on the left and right led by Zhe Yanzhi and Yang Zongmin did the same. They quietly set up ladders and climbed in silently.
Seeing this, Ming Zhaoxia clenched her fists excitedly, but did not scream.
Although they were two miles apart, the tense atmosphere ahead affected this place. Everyone, including Cen Meng and the escort led by Xue Fanzi, did not dare to make any movement.
The vigilance in the North Pole Temple was still very high. Not long after the six teams on the left and right in front entered, they saw loud arrows being fired respectively, indicating that the enemies inside were aware of it, and the two sides fought face to face.
"Your Highness, according to the plan, Commander Liu and Commander Yang should lead the rear team and climb over the wall from behind the temple to take advantage of the chaos."
Ming Zhaoxia asked in a low voice.
"Yes."
"The walls of the North Beiji Temple are really in the way." Ming Zhaoxia looked at it with a telescope for a long time and said discouragedly.
Yes, the walls of the North Pole Temple were too high, blocking the fierce fighting inside. All the people could only wait anxiously outside.
A quarter of an hour later, the temple door was opened, and Yang Keshi, covered in blood, came out and waved toward the outside.
Wang Zhen and Gao Shixuan immediately rushed in with the reserve team. Hu Luxiong followed closely with the second reserve team, guarding the gate with four of his own men, while the rest were scattered around the walls to patrol and guard.
"Let's go!" Zhao Si said to Cen Meng and Xue Fanzi.
"I want to go too." Ming Zhaoxia said, blocking the way.
"Now the temple is full of corpses. It's so horrific that you won't be able to sleep at night after seeing it."
"With you by my side, I can naturally sleep well." Ming Zhaoxia said without hesitation.
Okay, I admit what you said makes sense.
"Let's go and practice together. Let's make a bet. Whoever vomits first will lose."
Zhao said with a smile.
"Okay! Let's see who vomits first!" Ming Zhaoxia said proudly.
Before entering the temple gate, I smelled a strong smell of blood.
When you walk in, you can see traces of fighting. Traces of gunshots and arrows can be seen everywhere on the pillars, walls, and window frames.
There were soldiers struggling to pull arrows one by one from the walls and wooden pillars.
The God's Arm Crossbow is fixed with a foot pedal, and the whole body is used to wind it. It is very powerful. The longest range can reach 240 steps. At such a short distance, an arrow shot into a brick wall can penetrate half a foot deep.
Blood stains can be seen everywhere, as well as signs of dragging bodies.
Yang Keshi carried a long iron mace on his shoulder and directed the soldiers to inflict a few stabs on the vital parts of each fake monk's body.
This is the requirement in the Xiaoqi Battalion's "Infantry Combat Manual".
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Yang Keshi turned his head.
His face was covered in blood, and his body was covered in blood, mixed with white and yellow, which may have been brains smashed out with a mace.
Seeing that it was Zhao Si, he grinned, which was even more creepy than the dead body at his feet.
In the open space in the vestibule, Zhe Yanzhi and Yang Zongmin directed the soldiers to carry the "inspected" corpses and stack them together.
The corpses of these fake monks were covered in blood. There were obvious wounds from spears, straight swords and arrows, but there were very few traces of knife wounds.
From all indications, it was clear that the sneak attack of the Xiaoqi Battalion was very sudden, catching some Khitans off guard and unable to retrieve the weapons hidden in the dark. They could only fight against the Yuanyang Formation of the Xiaoqi Battalion with their bare hands.
"How many casualties are ours?" Zhao Si asked Liu Fa and Yang Weizhong who came forward.
"Back to Your Highness, we have six wounded, one of them seriously, and two killed. They were all killed when their dead soldiers counterattacked while besieging the enemy leader."
Yang Weizhong explained that most of the casualties were concentrated in the rear troops under his command.
"Their leader is hiding in the abbot's hall. There are six guards in the outer room, and they have weapons hidden with them. When they hear the movement in front, they immediately surround the abbot's hall with weapons to protect their leader. We can only attack by force."
Yang Weizhong took a breath and continued, "The hall is small, so our spears can't take advantage of it, so we suffered some losses. I concentrated all the crossbowmen and asked the spearmen to force the enemy, and then under the cover of the shieldmen
We went down, fired a volley at close range, and finally captured them all. Their leader was captured alive, as well as four wounded."
"Your Highness, they should be the elite from the Khitan Pishi Army." Zheyanzhi added from the side.
The prefecture where the Zhe family was located also had many battles with the Khitan army.
"Hurry up and clean the battlefield. Treat the wounded and bury the dead." Zhao Si ordered.
"As commanded."
"Also, this is the first actual combat of the Yuanyang Formation. You should make a summary after returning to camp. You can talk about the advantages, disadvantages, and how to improve it. As long as you have participated in this battle, ordinary soldiers will also have to say, what are the advantages and disadvantages?
Whatever you say, say it thoroughly! I will return to the camp after I have dealt with the matter here and discuss it face to face with everyone."
"yes!"
After explaining what happened here, Zhao Si found Wang Zhen.
"Master Wang, where is the captured leader?"
The two of them talked while walking.
"Your Highness, we are in the abbot's hall. According to the information given by the Cao Army Envoy, this monk named Cishan should be Yelu Guimi, the manager of the Liao Guanyin Hall in our Kaifeng Mansion."
Walking into the abbot's hall, the smell of blood still lingers here.
On the wall in the center hangs a statue of the Great Sun Tathagata, showing compassion for the world and transforming all things with virtue.
In front of the Buddha statue, Yelu Guimi was tied tightly and still sitting on his futon.
He has a broad forehead and round face, kind eyes and pendulous ears, and is wearing a cassock. He really has the temperament of a virtuous and eminent monk. This chapter has been completed!
