The night is as dark as ink.
At the first hour of the first day of the new year, the Moon Bud was originally indifferent, and it was also a thunderstorm approaching, and the sky was covered with dark clouds, and it was almost difficult to see the opposite.
There are shadows in the darkness, but they are endless war horses, moving quickly and quietly in the darkness, just like the elves that have long been dissolved in the deep night.
Xin Qiji looked at Shunchang City, which had disappeared into the deep darkness, as well as the layers of trenches underneath, and sighed softly, complicatedly.
Jin Wushu's 300,000 troops finally mobilized all the horse troops on this gloomy night, moved their divisions and fought, and approached Shuzhou City.
Jin Wushu is worthy of being an expert in the marching formation. Although he has decided to transfer the main force of the entire army to Shuzhou City, he still has not let go of the blockade and encirclement of the Song army in Shunchang.
In the past few days, the Jinren had already taken advantage of the absolute superiority of the troops to dig down layers of trenches around Shunchang City to besiege the city, putting on a posture of fighting a protracted battle.
While the Jinren came here, although they are known as 300,000 cavalry, but in fact, in the army, it is inevitable that nearly one-third of the infantry will be accompanied. Jin Wushu has tried his best to help Shuzhou with horses, but left these infantrymen. Every day, he still guards the camp and drills the siege. Haogou can be hidden. It is difficult for the Song army at the head of Shunchang to find out that he has secretly transferred the main force and went straight to Shuzhou. What's more, the number of infantry remaining, especially the number of defenders in Shunchang City, is several times as large as the number of defenders in Shunchang City, and according to the benefits of the encirclement of Haogou outside the city, when the Song Army discovered that the main force of the Jurchen had already been quietly transferred, I am afraid that it will be a short while , It is difficult to rush out.
However, if Jin Wushu’s hundreds of thousands of horse troops are here, if they gather all the elites of the Song Dynasty and encircle the small city of Shuzhou, it is bound to be the momentum of the thunder, intending to win in one battle, and wait for the direction of Shunchang City. The defenders understood the situation, and even if they could rush to relax Shuzhou, they were afraid that the time would be too late and it would not help.
The city of Shuzhou is small and weak, with a mere 20,000 defenders. If the ability to reject Han Chang’s 300,000 troops, it would have been a big miracle.
Now that Jin Wushu is using his best team, the pressure that Shuzhou City has to endure may be more than doubled.
Just look at hundreds of thousands of war horse sergeants in heavy armor, marching in file in this dark night, and you can be silent and undistracted, and it is difficult to even see how they communicate and command. Know what a terrible army this is.
In the battle under Shunchang City, I am afraid that they had never thought of accomplishing their achievements in one battle. Although they were forced to do their best by the tremendous pressure of the Song Army in Shunchang City, they were never desperate enough.
However, the Song Dynasty emperor in Shuzhou City gave them a reason to desperately.
As a soldier, there is nothing better for them to show off for a lifetime than to capture enemy kings with their own hands.
As ordinary soldiers in the army, everyone knows that as long as the emperor of the Song Kingdom is captured, the reward will be enough to make them worry-free for the rest of their lives.
As a soldier in war, expedition to the south of the Yangtze River, the knife head licks blood, isn't that what the picture is
Can the small city of Shuzhou really resist Han Chang's 300,000 cavalry, and then stop such a red-eyed army
It's just that Xin Qiji didn't see the slightest worry on his face.
He didn't know why. In these days, he had never surrendered to Jin Wushu. Jin Wushu kept him by his side, and he was able to get in touch with the battle reports sent by Han Chang.
Seeing the scenes of the three Song soldiers lining up in Shunchang city and killing the golden man regardless of life and death, he couldn't stop thinking of the heroic spirit of the emperor's commander who was a thousand steps away and broke the enemy's courage. Blood is boiling everywhere.
He is still young, and he still has a young maniac.
Maybe he still doesn't know how to strategize, maybe he hasn't learned how to worry and think about every step. But he almost intuitively believed that there was such an emperor in the Great Song Dynasty, and there were such men and soldiers in the Great Song Dynasty. What enemies could not be defeated? ! Is there any war that cannot be won? !
Jin Wushu turned his face and saw Xin Qiji's shiny eyes in the dark, and suddenly said softly: "Do you know why I didn't kill you? Why keep you by my side?"
Xin Qiji looked at him calmly.
Jin Wushu said indifferently: "I know you must bring some things that your Great Song Supervisor wants to say to me, and he wants you to tell me when you win this battle."
He raised his eyes and looked into the distance.
silence.
Endless black.
A smile suddenly appeared at the corner of Jin Wushu's mouth: "I also want to see if you have a chance to say these words."
"boom!"
The wood like an angry dragon hit the city gate with a deafening noise.
After the enemy paused briefly, he suddenly launched another frantic attack.
Sitting on the corner of the wall, Wang Gui, who was resting for a while, but almost fell asleep due to fatigue, almost subconsciously turned over and jumped up.
Before going to bed, there was a cavernous gap on the wall. The mountains and plains outside the city were filled with torch light. The ears were filled with the sound of killing, the sound of the trebuchet, the squeal of the friction between the wheels and the ground, the stone hitting the ground or There was a rumbling sound on the wall.
With the 20,000 Song army’s 300,000 riders against the Jurchens under Shuzhou City, even if no amount of preparation was originally made from the psychological to the realistic environment, it will eventually be a cruel and arduous battle.
"Wow!"
Wang Gui didn't need to look at it to know that this sound was the sound of hot oil pouring under the city wall.
He stood up, waved his left hand, grabbed a cold arrow shot from nowhere, and ran along the wall toward the main city gate.
At the corpse on the wall, the red blood couldn't help being added to the scorched blood, but no one paid attention to it.
There are dense clouds in the sky, and the stars and the moon are dark.
The torches on the wall are burning high, and the light is bright red, I don't know if it is blood or light.
If I remember correctly, it should be the eighth day after the Jurchen attacked the city.
The enemy's daily attacks continue to increase, and they feigned attacks on other city gates to disperse their forces.
He was guarding Simon, staying asleep and fighting through the days. He just leaned on the corner to rest for a while, but he almost fell asleep.
The drums of war sounded abruptly, and he was a little unclear where he came from.
"boom!"
It was the wood that hit the city wall again, and there was a loud noise, and the entire Shuzhou city seemed to sway.
He finally saw Zhao Kuangyin's tall figure looking down outside the city.
Several messengers took orders from him, rushed to various places, and commanded battles.
He knew better than anyone that this Emperor Marshal was probably the one who had the least rest in Shuzhou these days.
When everyone else took turns on duty, only this Emperor Marshal didn't.
However, he has always been so energetic, and Jurchen's most tragic offensive, it seems that he can't stop the smile that hangs at the corner of his mouth.
The soldiers and civilians defending the city are running back and forth against the enemy, shuttled between the rain of arrows and falling rocks like a forest, but they are all so orderly and calmly.
Although the current situation seems to be one-sided, almost no one will feel trapped in an isolated city.
On the one hand, it was because, on the first day after the siege, they knew that the tunnel leading to the outskirts of the city had already been repaired under Shuzhou City. When the right time was right, they would withdraw in batches and lead the emperor into the urn.
But more importantly, anyone can feel the powerful fighting spirit and confidence exuding from the supervising general who stands on the top of the city.
They didn't just want to defend this city, but also let these Jurchens who dare to step on the land of the Song Dynasty to learn bloody lessons.
What they are thinking about now is that under the leadership of this supervising army general, the invading enemies are blocked and killed by various means.
"Ho! Ho!"
"Be careful!"
"Look!"
In the different shouts, a tall cloud ladder, with the blind spot of the torch, quietly approached the Shuzhou city wall in the dark.
Several sergeants who were nearby defending the city rushed over, picked up hooks and putts, trying to overthrow him, but they were already too close to the city to exert force.
Seeing that more than a hundred sergeants on the cloud ladder and Hongqiao had already clenched their swords and guns, they were about to jump onto the head of Shuzhou City.
Wang Gui screamed and rushed over, but he was too late to see.
Suddenly, there was a deep roar in the dark night, starting from the head of Shuzhou city.
In the dark night, only a thick red shadow was seen, engulfing the wind and carrying the fire, as fast as it could be discerned by the naked eye, and hurriedly blasted on the tall rainbow bridge.
"Bang" then there was a loud noise, mixed with the exclamation and wailing of countless people.
The Hongqiao was broken, and more than a hundred Jurchen sergeants standing on it fell to the ground. The tall ladder overturned obliquely and crashed down. It was precisely the sergeants who were everywhere and the surrounding sergeants who were rushing to kill the city.
Zhao Kuangyin's dragon stick pointed diagonally at the sky, and laughed a long way. Even the shouting and killing of hundreds of thousands of people in and outside the city could not be covered.
The generals of the Song army shouted in vain, and for a while, it seemed that even the boiling oil and rubbings spilled on the city of Shuzhou were a bit dense.
Han Chang looked at the mighty figure on the city of Shuzhou, and his heart contracted suddenly.
Even in the time when the time, the right place, and the harmony of people were occupied, he actually found that he was not at all sure to win the small town of Shuzhou guarded by the general of the Song State Supervision Army.
He has fought the world for decades, and the enemies under his hand are more than tens of millions. There has never been an opponent that can compare with the person in front of him.
Even if it was Yue Fei, who he and the fourth prince Jin Wushu were least willing to mention, he was a bit less aggressive than the person in front of him.
The fourth prince was right. Although Song Kingdom had been from a remote location in the south of the Yangtze River, he still hid the dragon and crouching tiger. If it weren't for the cowardice and incompetence of the country's lord, I am afraid that Daikin might not be able to have today's situation.
It's just that everything should be over after all.
Today's Shuzhou City is nothing but a glimpse.
When the army of the four princes arrives, this small town of Shuzhou can naturally be destroyed.
Han Chang raised his head and looked into the boundless darkness.
The army of the Fourth Prince should already be on the way to Shuzhou City.
almost!
Shuzhou City!
tomorrow!