More than two hundred people can lurk here, which is enough. The nearest Mongolian camp is only seventy or eighty steps away. This distance is barely enough to launch a surprise attack.
Several soldiers looked at him with nervous and expectant eyes, and he was silent for a while.
In front of the soldiers, Han Xuan tried his best to remain calm, but in fact, he knew better than anyone else that there was no way around this raid. If the Mongols were allowed to sweep through the wilderness and trap the city, they would definitely lose.
But at this moment, if the army launches a night attack and is not careful, the entire army will be wiped out.
Han Xuan has faced such danger many times, but he has never had to shoulder such a responsibility before.
In the darkness of the night, the wind direction suddenly changed. The wind blowing from the southeast sea violently shook the Mongolian tents, and the torches erected at random in the camp also shook violently.
When the wind direction changed, the noisy shouts of the Mongolians seemed to suddenly become louder, and the footsteps of the navy officers marching could not be heard in the direction of the Mongols. Han Xuan turned over, leaned his back against the slope, and slid down,
He said to the soldiers on the left and right: "You're lucky...come with me, and let's get closer."
A surprise attack by a small number of soldiers and horses has been the most common battle mode between the Jin army and the Mongolian army along the northern border trench in the past ten years.
The Mongols had a vast territory and scattered tribes. They could not gather a large army to fight at any time. Those who had been entangled with the Jin army for a long time were always a few tribes on the border.
On the Jin Army's side, as the Jiehao garrison gradually declined, more and more officers were left without pay, and there were more and more old and weak soldiers who could not fight. Therefore, there were a few brave generals who were happy to use this kind of small-scale battle to gain military exploits.
Although they are no match for the main force of the Mongolian army, it is still good to kill a group of old, weak, women and children on the grassland to take credit.
Han Xuan is a descendant of the troops of the Wuyue Camp in Changzhou, who was a slave of the Liao people. According to convention, the troops must be driven as the vanguard in every battle. Therefore, he has participated in many such raids. Based on his experience in this area,
He is comparable to Monk Luo.
Generally speaking, night attacks are not a good way to deal with the Mongols.
Perhaps because of the grassland water and soil, or other reasons, Mongolians generally have better vision at night than the Central Plains people. There are many flat terrains behind the Monan Mountains. If soldiers approach on horseback, they will easily be discovered by the Mongols in advance.
On foot, it cannot match the speed of the Mongols riding far away.
However, for a key military fortress like Wuyue Camp, there are many soldiers who have guarded the local area for generations. They are familiar with the surrounding terrain, so they can find flaws and opportunities to sneak in ambush. Han Xuan was in Changzhou and was a veteran in this way.
State, still the same.
Before Han Xuan was promoted by Guo Ning, he had been a top soldier for twenty years and had been in the military camp for half his life. Only this year was he suddenly promoted to Liaohai Defense Envoy, taking charge of military affairs. Guo Ning's position was naturally weighed by many parties.
I feel that Han Xuan's ability and loyalty are reassuring.
But in Han Xuan's own view, he was still the pawn of Northern Xinjiang back then. He really didn't think he had the ability to take charge of one side. Therefore, since he was stationed in Gaizhou, he had been diligent at all times. Not to mention other official duties, he still followed his own family.
I followed the habit of being a pawn and surveyed the nearby terrain of Gaizhou in a down-to-earth manner.
This task was not easy. In the past few months, he ran around whenever he had free time. He got lost in the mountains several times and fell into swamps several times, which made him miserable. By the time it finally came to an end, he was completely black and thin.
One circle.
Up to now, when it comes to understanding every hilltop and every ravine, even people who have lived here for a long time cannot surpass him. There are only twenty-four large and small settlements around Jian'an County in Gaizhou, from A to D.
, he could still walk around calmly for several times even with his eyes closed.
Such hard work pays off.
When he became familiar with the terrain, he would have a clear understanding of how his troops would move, and even how the Mongolian army would set up their camps when they came from afar.
Two hundred warriors, all holding bows and arrows, carrying knives and swords. In order to make it easier to lurk, no one wore armor, and their weapons were wrapped in coarse cloth to avoid making noise or reflecting light and attracting attention. They were half-bent and filing in.
Following Han Xuan, he was like a giant snake with its armor spread out, winding its way through the grass and fields.
On both sides of the ravine, there were occasional sparse forests and shrubs, but most of them were open. As the people moved forward, rustling sounds could be heard from time to time, indicating that small nocturnal beasts were disturbed.
The marching route was not straight, but a diagonal curve. When everyone stopped again, Han Xuan smelled the stench of a large number of livestock gathering in the air, as well as the rhythmic sound of horses chewing fodder.
Under the iron-gray sky, snow particles were still falling, and it was unclear what was on the flat ground. However, Han Xuan nodded to the left and right with satisfaction.
This is it, that's right.
This was a meadow set aside for raising horses during the construction of the fifth village of Bing. At this moment, the meadow was naturally surrounded by wooden poles and ropes, and a fence for the horses was set up by a Mongolian household.
According to the system of the Mongolian army, each cavalryman has his own horse, but when the army is in action, every thousand households have a so-called "Wulachi", which is a herdsman, who is responsible for taking care of the horses. Whenever they are stationed in camp,
The horses of each thousand households were divided into teams of four to five hundred and were put under the care of two Wu Lachi and their subordinates.
Most of Wu Lachi held iron laos with chicken hearts to use as whips and hammers, while the herdsmen under them all held leather whips, and the horses looked at them in fear.
Every night when he was stationed at the camp, Wu Lachi collected the horses from the centurions and tenth commanders, and stood in front of the centurions' tents to count them. After the counting was correct, they would be introduced to the special livestock pens.
At this moment, everyone is at the back of the livestock pen, far away from the camp where the Mongols gather and laugh. But this is just right. The Mongols are more terrifying because of their horses. We start with horses, which is perfect for victory.
The key.
Han Xuan tied an iron shield firmly to his left arm, held the long knife from left to right and shook it, swinging away the loosely wrapped cloth. Then he held the knife and pointed it to several trusted generals:
"Xiao Zhuangwei, you lead twenty people into the forest on the left slope and spread out as much as possible. When I enter the camp, you light all the prepared torches and then throw them and set them on fire to build momentum."
"As commanded."
"Wang Qingshan, you also take twenty people with you. Taking advantage of the disturbance here, sneak to the south of the stronghold and spread out the queue as much as possible. The people in the stronghold are the troops of the Mongolian army general Zhebie. They don't move, not even you.
If they move, you should immediately light pine torches and throw them on fire to contain the enemy."
"yes."
"The rest of the people will follow me to camp. In addition to fighting, they will also rush their horses and light fires to burn them. I have learned the two Khitan phrases in advance and memorized them firmly. When the time comes, everyone will shout, don't stop."
"As you command!"
"In this killing, we only need to disturb the Mongolian army and let the Khitan people they are holding disperse in one fell swoop without any entanglement. After the fighting starts, everyone will retreat immediately. Wang Bao'er, take ten people and go to the outside first to take charge.
Gather the horses to respond, and within two watch points, regardless of whether all the troops have gathered together, they will return to Gaizhou to resume their orders."
"As you command!"
Several generals were ordered to go their separate ways.
After waiting for them to take their respective positions, the rest of the soldiers gathered in the shelter, lit torches, and distributed them one by one.
When he was ready, Han Xuan shouted: "Follow me."
He turned over and exerted his strength, stepping on the uneven earth and rocks on the edge of the ravine, and rushed upward.
Since they were about to fight, the soldiers were all in high spirits. The voices of the final promises became louder and louder, and the light of the distributed torches flashed, making it impossible to conceal them.
When Han Xuan was about to land on the ground, a Mongolian Wu Lachi noticed something strange. He was holding Tielao in one hand and pressing the fence of the horse pen with the other, standing by the ravine to take a look.
The moment the two people's eyes met, Han Xuan let out a breath, swung the iron shield in his left hand, and smashed it into the ragged face.
There was a muffled sound, the Mongolian man's teeth flew out, and half of his face was sunken.
The Mongolian was suddenly in severe pain, and he opened his mouth to shout, but because the bones in his lower jaw were broken, he could only make a roaring sound. Han Xuan stepped up to the ground, swung his knife across the floor, and cut off his neck.
More soldiers rushed out from behind Han Xuan. Some people worked together to push down the fence; some people threw felt blankets dipped in kerosene on the horses and immediately lit them on fire; more people followed Han Xuan.
Xuan is behind him, strides forward, and kills anyone he sees.
More than a hundred people slashed and killed wildly, and broke into the military camp in the blink of an eye. Blood rained everywhere they went.
During the break in the fighting, everyone yelled in half-baked Khitan: "The Khitans will not kill the Khitans! Only the black Tatars will be killed, not the Khitans!"
To be honest, when it comes to the broken jaw, I mainly think of the goalkeeper of the Saudi team... Also, I kind of want to watch the Brazilian team's game, what should I do? Should I turn on the alarm clock?
