This time, they reached the bottom of the platform and launched a vigorous attack on the gentle slope in front. At the same time, they cut down trees, built extremely crude and huge ladders, and secretly climbed up the cliffs on the left and right sides.
This move was completely beyond the expectations of the defenders. The Jurchen army on the platform was in panic. A few Muke thought they were in a safe area, but the Khitan people came up to attack and kill them indiscriminately. As a result, the injured soldiers screamed and fled in all directions.
It was not until the officers stepped forward to suppress the enemy that Pu Xianwannu's soldiers moved forward to resist the enemy, and then the ladder was pushed down.
Amid the roars of dozens or hundreds of people, the ladder collapsed and dust filled the sky.
"How many hours has it been?" Pu Xianwannu, who was sitting on the huge rock, asked.
He hadn't drank water for a long time, and his voice was a little hoarse. The rumble of the Khitan army's drums at the foot of the mountain came to mind at this moment, but no one around him heard his question clearly.
He raised his voice and asked again.
That day in Xianping Mansion, most of the eleven adopted sons whom he relied on as his arms had lost their lives. At this moment, only Pu Xiandu Mahun, the oldest of the eleven adopted sons, was following him.
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Pu Xiandu was in his forties and his face was full of flesh. His eyes were blood red because he had been fighting without sleep for the past three days, and it was very scary to look at him.
Du Mahun knelt down and reported: "It's been two hours, foster father, the Khitan people have also suffered heavy losses. This group of people who came to attack are..."
Pu Xianwannu shouted: "I'm not asking the Khitans, I'm asking Pu Su Lie Meng! Why hasn't he come back yet?"
Du Mahun was stunned for a moment. He was so exhausted from fighting that he really didn't think about anything else. He had no memory of when Pu Suliemeng set out to ask for help.
There was a moment of silence between the two of them.
Several arrows thrown from strong bows landed on the mountain. One arrow passed through the treetops and landed next to Dumahun. It splashed a few stone particles and collided with his armor, making a crackling sound.
A soldier took this opportunity to speak a few words in Du Mahun's ear. Du Mahun said quickly: "Father, Pu Suliemeng set out from Chouchu this morning. It was difficult to travel at night. He arrived at Xianping Mansion at about Mao...
...If I come back, probably, ahem, I should be back by now."
"What about others?" Pu Xianwannu asked numbly.
"This...maybe he's still on the way? Foster father, the Khitan people's siege is getting tighter. It's possible that he can't find a chance to cross the enemy's lines."
"He is the most familiar with the nearby roads! Why can't he find the opportunity when others can't!" Pu Xianwannu shouted: "Didn't you say three days? If the reinforcements don't come, won't Pu Sulie come back?"
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"this……"
Du Mahun couldn't answer for a moment. He heard the footsteps of hundreds or thousands of people at the end of the slope. He quickly said: "Father, I will go and command the enemy!"
Du Mahun hurried away as if fleeing. Pu Xianwannu raised his hand, wanting to find someone to question, but all the men around him had bitter expressions on their faces.
He stood up vigorously, pressed the handle of the knife at his waist, and turned twice on the huge rock.
The servants were worried that he would be shot by a stray arrow and wanted him to come down quickly, but no one dared to persuade him.
Since ancient times, the most important thing in deploying troops is to take the first move. Pu Xianwannu thought that he was the first to understand the weakness of the imperial court and the disunity of the generals in the Northeast, so he took the first move. But now he thought of more.
"I understand." He murmured.
It is one thing to seize the initiative, but it is not a bad idea to strike later. There are many smart people in the northeastern hinterland. They have known for a long time that the Mongols will not tolerate my ambitions. More than one family is waiting for me, Pu Xianwannu, to capsize, and for me and the Khitan
Both sides suffer!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh.
Come to think of it, brother Yeluliu is also riding a tiger and is unable to get off, right? I, Pu Xianwannu, have been defeated in several battles, so he really thinks that I am easy to bully?
How many of his Khitan people are really capable of fighting? In the past few days, haven't I broken a few of his white teeth alive? By then, won't he, Brother Yeluliu, also have a lot of fat?
Unless the Mongols intervene... But I completely understand what the Mongols want. Then Mu Huali came here purely to deceive us. His goal is...
Hahaha! Interesting! Interesting! I really get it!
The man under the giant rock looked up and saw his own coach with disheveled hair, running back and forth, sometimes muttering to himself, sometimes laughing. Everyone looked back and looked at each other, wondering if Pu Xianwannu was crazy.
It's a pity that the people besieging the people at the foot of the mountain are Khitans. They don't want to take prisoners at all. They will kill every Jurchen they catch. Otherwise, would it be better to surrender immediately?
With this thought in mind, I heard Pu Xianwannu shouting repeatedly: "Don't worry! We can win! If we win this time, everyone will be rewarded with hundreds of coins and promoted to one rank!"
It would be best to win.
The servants all clenched the swords and guns in their hands. No one knows when, everyone will have to come forward to fight. The situation has become so bad that no one can take any chances.
In the ravine at the foot of the mountain, Brother Yeluliu moved his arms, which were so sore from beating the drum.
He picked up the armor placed next to him and said to the guards: "Put on the armor for me. I will personally go forward to supervise the battle!"
As the guards gathered around him, Brother Yeluliu drew his sword and waved it twice.
This is a Khitan-style scimitar forged from iron. The blade is engraved with phoenix patterns. The blade is extremely sharp. When it is swung, waves of chills are emitted.
Surrounded by the heat, Brother Yeluliu rushed over and was sweating profusely. Now he was shuddered by the cold air.
Misstep.
he said to himself.
Pu Xianwannu was a man whose ability in leading troops was extremely mediocre. He commanded 50,000 people and fought with 100,000 people. His formation was like tofu and was broken by one poke. But he did have some die-hard direct descendants, and these direct descendants were like tofu.
There are only three to five thousand or even less, but if they are in a dangerous position, it is extremely difficult to annihilate them all at once.
This battle lasted for three days. On the first day, our side was devastated, but from the second day on, it became a war of attrition, a tough battle that Brother Yeluliu least wanted to see.
The base where Brother Yeluliu gathered the strong men to raise an army was in Hanzhou. He is very familiar with the mountainous area where Pu Xianwannu is currently guarding, so he also knows that the best way is to besiege rather than attack.
Sit and wait for the soldiers on the mountain to die of hunger or thirst.
But there's not enough time.
On that day, General Muhuali promised that the Khitans could win a great victory, and there would be no casualties. Brother Yeluliu did not want to become a ignored hunting dog, so he refused. So, the new mission was so dangerous, so
difficult.
Pu Xianwannu is more tenacious than he expected, and this battle is not just as simple as annihilating Pu Xianwannu. Brother Yeluliu knows that when he cannot swallow the bait of Pu Xianwannu in one breath, he will
He himself became the bait.
Who is General Mu Huali trying to seduce? Where is the new enemy lurking in the dark?
Brother Yeluliu hasn't thought clearly yet.
But one thing is certain. That is, if the current war can be ended as soon as possible and the troops are withdrawn back to Guangning, the Khitan people will gain the most and the losses will at least be minimized.
Be quick! Be quick!
Holding the knife in his hand, Brother Yeluliu made a decisive decision.
"Send the order, let Posha, the slaves of the monk family, Yelu's slaves, the slaves of the Li family, and my son Yelu Xuejun all come forward as a team and attack in turn! Tell Yelu, no matter what the cost, we will kill Pu Xian Wannu's slaves today.
Annihilate them all! I will give him another 5,000 troops and give him an hour. If he cannot kill Pu Xian Wannu, I will go into battle myself! Before going into battle, I will behead him first!"
The knights were ordered to ride forward, and in the blink of an eye, the fierce fighting around the mountaintop was like adding fuel to the fire, becoming several times more intense. The shouts of killing were shaking the sky and the earth. The sound of drums and trumpets urging the battle everywhere was even more deafening.
After a while, in the northernmost part of the mountain, in an area under the responsibility of the monks and slaves, hundreds of people started making noises in unison.
The two sides were too far apart to hear what they were shouting. Brother Yeluliu looked around and asked tentatively: "Could it be that the monk's slaves won?"
Everyone said: "The terrain in the north is rugged, maybe the monk's slaves can succeed in a surprise attack!"
Someone praised in advance: "I knew the monk's slave could fight a bad fight! This old boy is so ruthless!"
At this moment, a horse galloped close to the camp in the north, its figure appearing and disappearing among the undulating mountains.
The generals around Brother Yeluliu were all smiling. They came here to fight a happy and victorious battle, but after three days, although the advantages became more and more obvious, their own side was also exhausted and suffered heavy casualties. Everyone was exhausted.
Hope to win quickly.
Everyone looked at the cavalry running from the north with smiles on their faces, waiting for him to bring good news.
The cavalryman rushed to the Khitan army's main formation and rode straight to the front of the Chinese army's tent. Without waiting for the horse to stop, he rolled off his saddle and dismounted. He knelt down and reported: "Report to the King of Liao, to the north in the direction of Hanzhou, the Jin army is approaching! All troops are here.
Under the banner of General Wanyan Chengchong, the marshal left behind in Beijing, and General He Shiliede, the defense envoy of Zhaozhou, we have more than 10,000 troops!"
All the generals lost their countenance. Brother Yeluliu suppressed his shock, but fell back to his seat.