The newly cut branches made a crackling sound in the fire, and the blue smoke filled the sky.
On the night of September 16, 45,000 Wufeng Battalion soldiers were stationed in a mountain called Liudaoliang, more than a hundred miles west of Pingjiang.
At the end of autumn, the nearby mountains and fields still seemed peaceful, and the barracks was filled with a sluggish atmosphere. Wufeng Battalion was a weaker arm of the military of the Wu Dynasty. Originally stationed in Jiangxi and other places, the basic task was to settle the fields and suppress bandits. Many of the soldiers were farmers. After the restructuring in Jianshuo, the status of the army has been improved, and Wufeng Camp has strengthened formal training, and the elite troops gradually began to have the capital to bully the villagers.
The increase in the strength of the army and several frictions with the squires and civil servants around the station laid the foundation for Yu Gucheng to become a local tyrant. In all fairness, during the more than two hundred years of the Wu Dynasty, the status of generals continued to decline. The past few years have also become the most nourishing period for Yu Gusheng.
When the Wu Dynasty collapsed, and he understood that the situation was stronger than others, he pulled the army and rushed over to Jingnan Road. Of course, he had the idea of finding a way out in such a big change in the world, but the mood of the soldiers in the army , but not necessarily so high-spirited.
Some soldiers are unbelievable about the fact that the Wu Dynasty lost power and the Jin people commanded the army. After the autumn harvest, a lot of money and grain went to Jurchen, and their group was driven over to fight the black flag. Some of the soldiers were apprehensive and some were afraid. Although during this period of time, the army was strictly cleaned up, many people were beheaded, and many middle-level officers were replaced to stabilize the situation, but as the road moved forward, the daily discussions and confusion were inevitable after all.
September 16 was also such a simple night. It was still more than a hundred miles away from Pingjiang, and there were still several days before the battle. The soldiers in the battalion gathered in groups, discussing, bewildered, and sighing... Some talked about the ferocity of the black flag, and some talked about the prince's sage in the legend...
"I can't tell... Where will the emperor come back from..."
"In a few days, the black flag will be surrounded. Those are people who don't want to die. They will tear their opponents down. I really meet... Let's save our lives..."
Shortly after the discussion, when the camp entered the curfew rest time, even though they were all anxious and uneasy, they were making their own plans, but after all, there was still a period of war, and it was still possible to sleep after a few days of peace.
September 17th, in the early morning, at three quarters of ugly time, the night sky is full of moon and stars. The camp had completely quieted down. Only the watchtower on the edge of the camp and the soldiers' torches were cruising. They were located on the southeastern hillside of Liudaoliang, under the rough-built watchtower, and two figures sneaked silently from the inside of the camp.
Soon, the two guards on the sentry tower fell one after another.
At the same time, the thousand-person team led by Chen Fan arrived in the woods east of Liudaoliang. He hid in the trees and observed the outline of the barracks ahead.
Yuwen Feidu, who was carrying a spear, also crawled in the grass and put away his binoculars: "The people on the sentry tower have changed."
Chen Fan nodded, then looked up at the moon in the sky, crossed the mountain ridge, and in the mountains on the other side of the barracks, there was also a team staring at the moonlight in the dark, this team of more than 6,000 people, Ji Qian, who was standing in the line. Er and Zhuo Xiaofeng and other generals are calculating the passage of time.
At the foothills on the southeast side, Chen Fan led the first group of people quietly out of the woods, and turned along the hidden mountain ridge to the sentry tower that had been replaced. The front is only a temporary camp. Although the placement of watchpoints in various towers is still organized, only here on the southeast side, with the replacement of guards on a tower, the road behind becomes an observation point. blind spot.
When Yin Shi was approaching, Yuwen Feidu climbed up the sentry tower and occupied the commanding heights. To the west, the 6,000 Black Flag Army began to push forward cautiously according to the predetermined plan.
The night was reaching its deepest moment, and although the sudden panic sounded, it was unknown who was shouting in the night. Afterwards, a loud bang shook the mountain, a bank of gunpowder at the back of the barracks was ignited, black smoke rose into the sky, and the air wave lifted the tent. Someone shouted: "Night attack"
"The Black Flag is Coming"
The guards on the sentry tower raised their binoculars. In the night on the east and west sides, silhouettes were rolling in, and in the camp on the east side, I don't know how many people entered the military camp, and the tent was set on fire. The soldiers who were awakened from their deep sleep rushed out of the camp in panic, and saw the flames flying in the sky.
The bombing could no longer be contained.
The Battle of Jinghu started.
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On the morning of September 17th, Zhuo Yongqing and Qu Qing led the team towards Liudaoliang. On the way, they saw several figures of fleeing soldiers. After grabbing the question, they understood that the battle with Wufengying had come to an end.
In the morning sunlight, the smoke of the six beams had leveled off, and only the bloody smell remained. The baggage and materials in the barracks were still intact. This prisoner of war, more than 6,000 people, was guarded in the mountain col on the west side of the barracks.
After Zhuo Yongqing and Qu Qing arrived, several more teams arrived one after another. The team of more than 7,000 people led by Chen Fan suffered less than 100 casualties in the battle last night. The scouts who asked Zhu Jing from Juling County to send troops to take prisoners and transport supplies have been dispatched.
A group of Chinese soldiers gathered on the side of the battlefield. Although they all seemed happy, their discipline was still serious, and their nerves were still tense. This was a sign that they were preparing to continue fighting.
Zhuo Yongqing and Qu Qing participated in the subsequent combat meeting. In addition to Chen Fan, Ji Qianer, Zhuo Xiaofeng and other generals who belonged to the 29th Army, there were also several leaders who had come from the southwest earlier. Except for the "honest monk" Feng Zhen who was still active outside, half of the teams that were released years ago had already moved towards Chen Fan at this time.
Now he takes the title of deputy commander of the 29th Army of Huaxia, but in fact Chen Fan, who is in charge of military affairs in Miaojiang, is a middle-aged man in his forties. He does not see much aging in his appearance, and he is usually calm Even with some laziness and sunshine, but at this moment after the war, the blood on his armor has not faded, and there is also a lingering breath in his face. If there are old people who have participated in the Yongle Uprising, they may find that Chen Fan and Fang Qifo's temperament on the battlefield are somewhat similar.
Probably simply washed his hands and face, Chen Fan got rid of the water stains on his hands, rubbed his palms, and let people put the map on the confiscated table.
"...Last night when the camp was bombed, most people fled to the east. Yu Gusheng and his son took thousands of people with them. We are sure to go to the northeast. Guo Baohuai was just a hundred miles away, and he had 50,000 men. It may be slightly stronger than Yu Gusheng. Then there is Li Tohe, who is further southeast, with a total of 100,000 people in both groups."
He tapped his finger on the map a few times.
"... Before the silver art can arrive, defeat them first."
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Feng Zhen rode his horse all the way eastward. In the afternoon, he arrived at an abandoned village in the mountains east of Pingxiang. There were already people and horses gathering in the village.
He was fat and covered in flesh, and he ran all the way on a horse, and both people and horses were exhausted. When he arrived near the abandoned village, he didn't rush in. He went up to the back mountain of the village out of breath. A middle-aged man who looked like a hard-working old farmer was already waiting here.
"Comrade Feng, you've worked hard." The other party looked sad, and his voice was not high, but the address after speaking was quite formal. Feng Zhen bowed to him, but he didn't dare to be scornful. There are many outstanding people in the Huaxia Army, but some are out-and-out lunatics, and this person is one of them.
This person's name is Tian Song. He was originally a blacksmith in Bianliang. He was diligent and simple. Later, Jingping's shame was taken to the north, and he was rescued from the north by the Huaxia Army. At this time, although his appearance looked miserable and simple, and he really wanted to kill the enemy, Feng Zhen knew how ruthless this man was.
After chatting a few words with each other, the two walked down the mountain and came to a hidden mountain ridge halfway up the mountain. Tian Song sent away the guards who were arranged here, took out the binoculars and handed them over to Feng Zhen, who moved towards the village below. Looking around, I saw that many people in the village were wearing Jurchen clothes.
Tian Song took out a small picture album from his arms: "There is no problem with the clothes and armor, and the 'little prince' has been arranged properly. This plan has been in preparation for several years. When Wanyan Qingjue was mining in the mountains, Xiao He I've been imitating it all the time, and it doesn't seem to be a big problem this time. Comrade Feng, if the plan for the 29th Army has been made..."
His words were low and even a little weak, but only from the deepest part of the tone could Feng Zhen hear the enthusiasm in the other's voice. He saw the "Little Prince" who was giving orders in the crowd below and watched for a while. Only then did he speak.
"Guo Baohuai has already made arrangements. In theory, we will fight Guo Baohuai first and then Li Touhe. Chen Shuai hopes that you will act according to the opportunity and do it when you are sure. What needs to be considered at the moment is that although the little prince starts from Jiangzhou It has already been targeted by Senior Fu Lu and the others, but for the time being, I don’t know how long I can hold them. If you arrive at Li Tohe’s side first, and the little prince is alert and sends someone here, you still have a great risk. ."
"Well, that's it." Tian Song nodded beside him.
Feng Zhen sighed in his heart. He has walked among the rivers and lakes all his life and has seen countless desperadoes. Most of the more normal ones would say the truth of "seeking wealth and wealth at risk", and the more crazy ones would say "it's worth it", only Tian Tian. Songs like Song, who seem sincere and sincere, probably haven't considered the risks he mentioned at all. He said: "Everything is still based on your own judgment and act according to the opportunity, but you must pay attention to safety and try your best to take care of yourself."
"Of course." Tian Song nodded, with a calm smile on his wrinkled face, and said, "We will bring Li Tohe's head."
After explaining the matter, it was almost evening. The leader of the team, who looked like an old farmer, walked towards the abandoned village. Soon after, this team of "little princes" and martial arts masters was going to the southwest of Li Tohe. proceed in the direction.
Feng Zhen rode on his horse and continued to rush towards the northeast. Fu Lu led a group of people from the green forest and the entanglement with Wanyan Qingjue continued. Before Wanyan Qingjue realized that the situation was wrong, he was also responsible for stirring the water. more cloudy.
At the same time, the troop of Yu Gusheng and Yu Mingzhou, who had fled all the way, had already caught up with the scouts sent by Guo Baohuai.
Over the years, the various plans and trump cards that the Huaxia Army has been weaving one after another are gradually being revealed.
In the eleventh year of Jianshuo, in the middle and late September, with the gradual collapse of the Zhou Dynasty. At a time when many people had not yet reacted, the 29th Huaxia Army, with a total of only more than 10,000 people, under the leadership of Chen Fan, rushed out of Changsha with only half of its troops and advanced eastward, spreading the entire Jinghu Lake. The prelude to the battle.
At the end of September, more than 100,000 troops were on the verge of collapse in front of Chen Fan's 7,000 Huaxia troops.