Jialu Huabo was the supreme commander of hundreds of Jurchen elites who penetrated deeply into the hinterland of the Song Dynasty. He was also a highly trusted general around the current Emperor Wanyan Aguda.
He has a body of copper-clad iron and extraordinary strength that makes the Jurchens fearful. He once fought alone against a pack of wolves in the mountains and forests, and hunted tigers with only minor injuries. He can be called the number one warrior in the white mountains and black waters.
In fact, he was somewhat reluctant to the emperor sending him to sneak into the Song Dynasty to rob food wealth, because in his opinion, he should stay in the north, fight side by side with the emperor, and fight against the more difficult Khitan people. Killing more Khitan enemies will make his martial arts worthwhile. This kind of sneaking into the enemy's territory to do some sneaky things only requires his younger brother Hua Mo to take charge of the overall situation.
But Hua Bo was a loyal minister after all. Since it was the emperor's order, he had no choice but to obey it. For this reason, he hid in this small village only ten miles away from Lingzhou and waited for more than half a month. , and finally confirmed that the opportunity was ripe to launch an attack on Lingzhou.
But things still went wrong. There was sudden chaos in Lingzhou tonight, and the fire turned half of the sky red. Although they were outside the city and did not know the details, after discussing with their wise brother Hua Mo, they decided to decisively send troops to take advantage of the situation and invade Lingzhou City.
But just when he gathered about 500 warriors from the clan and walked out of the village, he happened to collide head-on with a hurried Song Dynasty official army. After knowing that this Song army came to rescue and guard Lingzhou, Jialu Huabo immediately issued an order to attack with all his strength.
He thought that the Song Dynasty official army should not be weak. After all, the opponent's strength was nearly ten times his own. He was ready to retreat quickly when the opportunity came, but the result was completely unexpected again. The seemingly strong Song army was defeated after a brief encounter with its own elite, and it was completely unable to fight back.
This naturally made Hua Bo very excited. At that time, he had the intention to completely annihilate the Song army in front of him. He took the lead and rushed to the front, leading the entire army to move forward at a speed as fast as breaking bamboo, and all those who were in front of him were killed. All the Song troops were killed, and when they reached the rear, those Song troops who were supposed to be in front of them were scurrying away like mice after seeing a cat. Seeing that the enemy's Chinese commander's flag was already in front of them.
It was only then that he suddenly thought of something: "It turns out that the Song people are so weak and vulnerable! Then is it necessary for us to form an alliance with them to conquer the Liao Kingdom? Now we can defeat them with the power of the Jin Kingdom alone. The Liao Kingdom is hard to resist, so why should we bring the Song people with us to let them benefit from it and take away so many cities?" He had already made a decision. When he returned, he would report the matter to the emperor. It was time to tear it up. It’s time for a covenant.
This idea made Garou Huabo even more excited. He rushed forward faster and slashed out with the knife in his hand, directly cutting a Song soldier who had no time to dodge into two pieces. At this time, he could clearly see three or four soldiers. There were hundreds of Song troops standing ten steps away, as well as the young general with an ashen face behind the soldiers.
"He should be the leader of the Song army. As long as we capture him, they will collapse completely. Maybe we can use him to open the Lingzhou city gate later!" Thinking of this, Hua Bo speeded up again, as if Like a whirlwind, he rushed towards the front of the Song Dynasty army, and no one could stop him along the way.
A moment later, he had reached this point
In front of the Song army who stood solemnly, and behind them, the hundreds of Jurchen elites were howling and rushing forward like evil ghost Shura killed from hell, as if they were about to kill all the three hundred Song soldiers in front of them in one breath. It looked like it had been swallowed.
This momentum was indeed as strong as the sky, and it had frightened the other Song troops around them into screaming and peeing. They just ran for their lives and had no intention of saving the general Pao Ze behind them. This made Hua Bo even more excited, especially after discovering that he had already entered the range of the Song army's crossbows, but the enemy still had not fired an arrow, he became more and more certain that this army was completely vulnerable and was just a lamb to be slaughtered. .
At this time, the hundreds of people in the Chinese army were standing still. To him, it was clearly a sign that they were too frightened to move. As long as he led his men to rush over, he could kill all these hundreds of Song soldiers like chopping melons and vegetables. Got it!
In the blink of an eye, they had rushed past thirty or forty steps away, and the people were already in front of them. Their ferocious faces were right in front of them, and the smelly air spewing from these guys' mouths had already rushed to their faces. Until then, , Sun Tucai shouted: "Lance array, stab!"
"Boom!" What responded to him was not the sound of obeying the order, but the sound of marching forward in unison, and the sound of two hundred spears suddenly thrusting forward to break through the air. In just the blink of an eye, the team that had looked completely defenseless before suddenly saw a forest of gunshots shooting out from the front. This is just like when you pounce on a little white rabbit that is harmless to humans and animals, but when you slap it with a paw, you find that it is a porcupine covered in thorns. This is really too harmful to the predators. Kill them violently. Caught off guard.
When the spears were stabbed intensively, Garukabo's reaction was very fast. He stopped his forward movement in an instant. At the same time, his body quickly leaned back, and he swung the long knife in his hand quickly, finally dodging. He blocked several spears that were stabbed in front of him.
But the situation of the Jurchen warriors who followed him to kill was not so good. They did not have the ability of their leader to hold back and defend themselves while rushing forward quickly, so they could only watch the spears and spears. They collided head-on, like a wild beast that had fallen into a trap, screaming and being nailed to the rows of spear formations.
But the more terrifying thing for these Jurchens is yet to come. As Sun Tu shouted in a cold voice: "Draw out the sword and move forward!", dozens of swordsmen hiding behind the spears also quickly slashed forward. With a sharp knife, the Jurchens who were only injured but not dead were harvested one by one, without any intention of leaving any survivors.
While they killed the enemies in front of them, the team slowly moved forward following Sun Tu's orders, stepping over the blood and corpses of the assassinated enemies in front of them, and stopped like a moving castle. Footsteps, the Jurchen who was still retreating slightly launched a counterattack.
"How is this possible..." Jia Luhuabo looked at all this with some disbelief. It was clear that the thousands of Song soldiers just now were so vulnerable, but how come these few hundred people in the end were so powerful, actually facing each other? Killed hundreds of warriors in one fell swoop
But even if he was no longer willing to accept it, the facts were already in front of him. Moreover, this Song army looked like a complete unit. Their steps forward were very neat, and their swords and guns cooperated exquisitely, giving them no chance of impact at all. This left him with no choice but to retreat, the first time since the war started today.
But in this way, the morale of the Song army on the opposite side was greatly increased, making their progress more determined, and the spears were half-pierced.
Diju was there, ready to attack at any time, forcing the Jurchens to retreat continuously, unable to advance as easily as before.
The other Song troops who saw this scene were all dumbfounded. They thought they would definitely lose in today's battle, but they didn't expect that Sun Dujian could fight back with only 300 soldiers, killing those who were like devils in their eyes. The terrifying thieves retreated one after another. It was not until this moment that they clearly realized how big the gap was between themselves and the Qingzhou Army, and many people gradually understood how powerful the seemingly boring and useless battle formation drills can be when used on the battlefield. And with its terrifying lethality, even when facing a seemingly invincible enemy, it can turn the situation around in the blink of an eye!
"Split the troops on both sides and attack his left and right wings!" At this time, an extremely calm voice came from the rear of the Jurchen team. Without any hesitation, Hua Bo shouted loudly: "Do as you do!" Because he knew that this It was his brother Hua Mo who gave the strategy. Apparently he, who was at the rear, had already seen the weakness of the Song army.
Indeed, from the surface, the side of this Song army is definitely the most empty position. After all, it is not so easy for the spear formation in the front to turn, especially when there are still many defeated Song troops on the battlefield. Under such circumstances, it will be easier to affect all their subsequent actions.
The response of the Jurchen elite was indeed extremely fast. After giving the order, they quickly dispersed to both sides. They no longer had any entanglement with the Song army in front, and quickly walked around to the side of the battle formation to launch a surprise attack on their two wings. In the process, the defeated Song army that blocked their path once again faced the fate of being slaughtered. The screams rang out again and again. They had just gained some courage and ran away again, not daring to stay anymore.
But after seeing that these Jurchens actually chose to attack his formation from the side, Sun Tu curled up the corner of his mouth and showed a cold smile. When the enemy thought that this was his weakness, it was them. Time to fall into the real trap.
Just as the Jurchens on both sides quickly outflanked and killed them, and when they were still more than ten steps away from the Qingzhou Army, Sun Tu shouted loudly: "Throw the bombs!"
The soldiers on both sides immediately took out the dark, fist-sized porcelain bottles from their waists, turned around and threw them at the incoming enemies. At the same time, there were soldiers behind them who quickly stepped forward and erected a bottle in front of the team. Shields blocked the entire army at the rear.
Just when the Jurchens were looking at this strange scene with some confusion, and subconsciously wanted to use knives and guns to knock out the bottles that were thrown at them, several bottles had already fallen to the ground first, and then the fire suddenly burst out, and there were continuous explosions -
"Boom, boom, boom..." When the bottle shattered, countless tiny iron fragments exploded out, shooting out like rain hitting banana trees, covering everything in front of it under its own explosion. In an instant, the Jurchen warriors who had never cried out in pain before being stabbed to death by spears and steel knives were screaming in agony. Countless people fell to the ground, rolling in pain. Their bodies and faces were bloody and covered with many broken nails. Damn, the horror is simply shocking!
The Garouhuabo brothers in front were completely dumbfounded at this moment. These weapons have completely exceeded their cognition...
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It's the first day of February, and it's still the New Year. Although I really can't feel any New Year flavor now, I still have the audacity to ask for a vote. . . . .