The morning sun was not yet blazing. The fireworks of the communication flew into the sky one by one, creating a huge encirclement around the advancing army. Wanyan Zonghan rode on the warhorse, his eyes shifted as the fireworks rose, and the wind blew his white hair. . He has his sword drawn.
The array of 30,000 troops marching forward is mighty and huge. In terms of number, all the Huaxia Seventh Army participating in this war will not exceed this size, not to mention the "ten encirclement" in the art of war.
But with the rise of these fireworks, the momentum of the attack is already brewing, and the main force of the Huaxia Army scattered around has no signs of cheating or feigning. They are serious - what is even more strange is that even Wanyan Zonghan himself or the generals and soldiers in the army can more or less understand that the other side is serious.
While the fireworks were still rising to the north, the attack began.
The first sound came from the forest in the east. The figure rushed out from there. There were not many figures, nor did they form any formation. There were still fireworks rising from the mountains to the north, and the team seemed to be rushing forward impatiently.
Twenty or thirty people rushed to the army of 30,000 people. This behavior seemed strange, but it also tightened the string in everyone's heart. On the front line of Jurchen, the archers had already drawn their arrows and drawn their bows. At this moment, the huge battlefield even seemed a little silent because of the shouts of the dozens of people rushing out of the woods.
A low trumpet sounded from this "silent" battlefield. The trumpet sound was low because the trumpeter was full of energy, but then it swept across the sky, hovered, and rushed into the high-pitched air. A black flag juts out from the mountainside to the southeast.
Then came the hills to the north that were separated by a few miles, and then a figure rushed out from the south. Then came the fifth, sixth, seventh...
The attacks that have emerged one after another are like a tide, coming from all directions, but compared to the huge army of 30,000 people, the appearance of each group of enemies is a bit ridiculous. Most of their numbers are a group of dozens of people, but here For a moment, they appeared in different positions within a radius of several miles, but they all showed the spirit of breaking the boat. Wanyan Zonghan looked at everything that appeared in the distance. The long sword seemed to be making a sound of iron and blood in the wind. A sigh came out of his throat: "It's like a fight in the market..."
Yeah, if it had been decades—even ten years ago—he would have laughed when he saw this scene. The battlefield at that time was a dignified battlefield, with tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people fighting in formation. The determination to die, then began to impact with a huge array. Such a small group of warriors, on the battlefield, would not even have the courage to charge, and they would never even be able to find them if they left the field of vision of the generals or the supervising team.
But at the moment in front of him, a queue of dozens and hundreds of people is appearing from all directions in the field of vision. Black flags all over the mountains and plains. He wanted to smile to boost his morale, but there seemed to be ants crawling on the back of his head, which made him unable to laugh, because he knew that there was no joke on the other side.
Every one of the soldiers of the Huaxia Army who rushed over the mountains and plains was serious!
To the east, on the front line of the front line of the Jurchen, the generals leading the troops have ordered the shooting of arrows. A rain of arrows rose to the sky.
The first team to attack from the woods here was a platoon under the 1st Company of the 2nd Battalion, 2nd Brigade, 2nd Brigade, 1st Division, Huaxia 7th Army. Company commander Niu Chengshu and platoon commander Zhao Xingwang. A tall and thin, thirty-two-year-old veteran with a scar on the corner of his eyes, after days of hard work, there were a total of twenty-three people in his platoon. Becoming the first army to rush to the Jurchen is a near-death, but at the same time, a huge honor.
Such a charge is built on great courage, but also on confidence in countless comrades. They were the first to rush to the Jurchen army, and as they rushed out of the woods, the field of vision opened, and the rising fireworks were still appearing. On the mountainside not far from the southeast, the second black flag immediately launched an attack, and then, from The low-pitched and high-pitched charging horn sounded, and the teams from the north, the south, the northeast... all rushed out like them. This picture and echo are enough to make people blood boil and die.
The opposite is certainly an astonishingly large Jurchen army, but if they deal with such an enemy, they already know it, and they also know that their companions will definitely give them the greatest support.
The 23 of them rushed to the Jurchen front line with a scale of a thousand people, and the Jurchen generals among them were also very experienced. He let the archers lead but waited for the rushing Huaxia soldiers to enter the range of maximum damage, but faced with A skirmish formation of 20 or 30 people, no matter how the opposing archer chooses, is embarrassing.
"Attention!"
The twenty-three people were not running fast. They all maintained a similar speed. When they entered the first spot with large and small rocks, Zhao Xingwang shouted in a short but firm manner. He raised his shield slightly, and the surrounding soldiers also slightly. Raising the shield, the surrounding screams have become noisy as dozens of teams charge, and they enter the best range of archers.
The black arrows flew like locusts.
"hide-"
Zhao Xingwang pounced on a big rock, raised his shield, and the soldiers under his command each chose a place to bend to avoid it, and then arrows fell one after another, and the sound of swoosh bang bang bang rang. The screams of killing were still spreading around. Zhao Xingwang saw that there were also soldiers from the Huaxia Army on the ridge to the northeast. At the rear, the company commander Niu Chengshu led the other two platoons of soldiers. They were a little slower and waited for the response. . He knew that at this moment, there must be countless companions around the huge battlefield, rushing towards the Jurchen army.
The time when an attack was launched without contact has always been particularly peculiar throughout the course of the war. It is quiet and noisy, rolling but silent, as if the hot water in the pot is waiting to boil, and the huge waves in front of the stall are about to hit the shore and burst.
The rain of arrows had already fallen, and Zhao Xingwang didn't have time to ask if anyone was injured. He raised his head and glanced forward from behind the big rock. At this moment, they were less than fifty feet away from the Jurchen Front Array of Thousands, and the Jurchen Front Array One of the columns has begun to deform, and it is a team of about a hundred people, just about to rush out here.
Zhao Xingwang let out a sigh of relief. At this moment, he already knew that the commander opposite was an experienced Jurchen general. After explosives such as grenades are put into use by the Huaxia Army, unless you rely on camps, city walls, and fortifications for defense, you should not fight in formation. , will also be taken away from the momentum, when the second row and the third row rush over, the follow-up battle basically does not need to be fought again.
With a superior force of about 100 people, it is a relatively suitable choice to ignite a fire and thunder hedge.
Zhao Xingwang made a gesture: "Listen to my order—go—"
The comrades held up their shields, bent their bodies slightly, and began to rush out from behind the bunkers they were looking for. Their pace began to speed up. Then, the centurion of the opposite Jin Army also rushed out, and the distance between the two sides narrowed to thirty-five feet. Zhao Xingwang, who was not far away, stopped, and the soldiers stopped immediately: "Grenade preparation-"
"three!"
"two!"
The eyes of the soldiers lit up: "Crush—"
More than 20 people rushed out with all their strength and merged into the tide of the entire battlefield.
Soldiers' small-scale hedging operations, and the tactics of opening the situation with grenades, fire and thunder, etc. have only gradually appeared in the past few years. Methods also began to increase. In the face of the small Jurchen troops approaching from the opposite side, this "stop-and-go" rhythm is a countermeasure that has only been brewed in the company and platoon battles in recent days. The three-second pause at the distance of the upcoming battle was an agreed-upon step for one's own side, but for the Jurchen troop who were rushing forward with all their strength, it was as uncomfortable as they were out of breath.
The charge of the Jurchen Centurion originally tried to maintain the formation as usual, but after this, the soldiers' pace suddenly became chaotic, and the front began to deform rapidly during the charge - the battle of the skirmishers had to be deformed originally, but the ego's Choice is certainly not the same as forced distraction. But there is no room for more strain.
The distance between the two sides narrowed in the whistling. At fifteen feet, Zhao Xingwang and others threw grenades at the crowd in front. Several grenades swept across the sky and fell, and the fire thunders on the opposite side also flew one after another. Compared with the wooden handle grenade of the Huaxia Army, the throwing distance of the circular fire mine on the opposite side is relatively short and the accuracy is also poor.
There was an explosion in the crowd on the opposite side, some people flew out, and some people rolled to the ground. Facing the explosion, the Huaxia Army soldiers on this side also fell during the charge, choosing a defensive stance. In fact, the fire thunder on the opposite side fell in a very wide range. The Huaxia Army paused for three seconds before charging, disrupting the time when the Jurchen soldiers lit the fire thunder.
Black smoke lingered on the battlefield, and blood filled the air. In the black smoke, there was the hysterical roar of the Jurchen generals, as well as the rolling and howling of the wounded. Zhao Xingwang got up the moment the explosion stopped and glanced to the side. The figures of his comrades in arms were also struggling. They held steel knives and shook off the dust on their bodies.
"-sink-array!"
Soldiers slammed into the smoke and flew out the other side.
Expand the collision.
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Throughout the battlefield, arrows rose in a burst, and the sound of artillery also sounded. Amidst the rain of arrows and the sound of artillery fire, the Huaxia Army teams chose to defend or retreat, but more teams rushed down. The blasting started to get fiery.
At this time, the encirclement operation that spread for several miles in three directions has been in full swing. The offensive units of the Huaxia Army are almost divided into platoons. When the general direction is determined, each combat unit has its own response. Of course, there are also some Huaxia army officers who can only distinguish the timing of advance and retreat, but such changes are not adaptable to the Jurchen command system.
The bombardment of artillery positions was like cannons hitting mosquitoes to the surrounding skirmishers, and the Jurchens did not dare to take passive defenses. As the Huaxia Army's charge unfolded, the Jurchens launched a hedging with a hundred troops on the periphery, and some of them fought in the previous battle. The troops that had a history of defeat almost collapsed at the touch of a button, and a few teams blocked the first round of the Huaxia Army's attack.
The chaos began to spread, and at the second moment, the Huaxia Army's attack was like a series of thorns, and began to pierce the periphery of Zonghan's army, extending towards the inside. At this time, Gao Qingyi had also gathered a large number of cavalry and launched a prelude to counterattack.
The sun was already hanging high in the sky. It was ten o'clock in the morning on April 24, the sixth and last day of the entire Hanzhong Battle. Since the battle started on the 19th day, the Huaxia Seventh Army has never avoided any battles. This is the strongest knife that the Huaxia Army has polished for several years. At the moment when the entire Southwest Battle is coming to an end, they are just about to finish their task.
Wanyan Zonghan originally wanted to start the decisive battle as soon as possible, but his decades of combat experience made him choose to delay for several days. Such struggle is not without reason, but everyone understands that the decisive battle will inevitably happen at some point. , So on the twenty-fourth day, as the Jurchen finally corrected its attitude, the Huaxia Army also corrected its posture, and put all its strength into the frontal battlefield, Stud.
In the ensuing battlefield, the Jurchen fought stubbornly...