Lin'an Never Night

Chapter 634: The Generals’ Platform

The autumn season has deepened, and the hillsides covered with dead grass are now ablaze.

The wildfires on the hillside and the burning tents in the wilderness below the mountain add a touch of romance to this dark earth.

Night battles have very high requirements for the army. The army must be familiar with the terrain and road conditions of the area, have appropriate light sources such as moonlight, and the soldiers must have good discipline, strong execution, and good organization...

All of this was absent to both armies.

For the mixed Song army, no.

Neither did the mixed Jin army.

This night battle was a complete let-off. There was no organization, no discipline, no orders, no familiarity with the terrain, and no familiarity with the comrades...

Anyway, as long as you see the military uniform belongs to the enemy, just chop it off.

No one dared to pretend to be dead, and no one dared to change into the enemy's uniform, because there were people everywhere, both their own people and the enemy.

At least it wouldn't be a shame to die in battle, but if you were stabbed to death by your own people, you would die with regret.

Everyone was thinking that if they killed one, they would break even, and if they killed two, they would make a profit, so they frantically looked for and hacked at their opponents.

Zhuolu Baohuoli was a Jin Dynasty mouke who had a thousand elite cavalry under his command.

He was originally following the order of General Yelu and leading his troops forward for wartime rotation.

As a result, when he and his men had just arrived at the place where the two armies were fighting and the exhausted front army was about to withdraw, the Song army suddenly pressed forward on all fronts and rushed over.

The Song army's offensive was so fierce that they reached them in just a moment.

Zhuolu Baohuoli is an old soldier, forty-seven years old this year.

He knew that after more than twenty years of peace, the current Jin army was not as brave and capable as the Jin army when he was young.

But he always believed that the decline in the Song army's combat effectiveness was even more serious than theirs.

But the fight with the Song army in the past few days completely changed his view.

The Jin people who had grown up over the past twenty years enjoyed peace as victors.

But the people of Song Dynasty were not like that.

Even Zhao Gou, the most cowardly and timid official of the Song Dynasty, although he was afraid of the Jin Dynasty and tolerated the Jin Dynasty and did not dare to offend the Jin Dynasty, had a very strong sense of crisis because of his fear of the Jin Dynasty, so he always paid great attention to the construction of the army and armaments.

After more than 20 years of peace, the fighting capacity of the Jin people had deteriorated much more than that of the Song people.

There really is no strategy or tactics in today's melee, but...

All along, the problems among the Song people were precisely those who held the power to formulate strategies and tactics.

The Song army now is a bit like a group of insects when together they are a group of insects, and a dragon when apart. However, because they are free to play their roles, each of them is extremely brave.

The thousand elite cavalrymen in Zhuolu Baohuo were cut into three parts after just the first brief confrontation. There was no question of any coordination or cooperation between the beginning and the end.

Zhuolu Baohuoli led more than 300 cavalrymen to fight and move at the same time, because he had to move. If the cavalry did not move, they would be worse than the infantry.

Therefore, he led more than 300 cavalrymen to fight and march, sometimes to the east, sometimes to the south, sometimes to the west, sometimes to the north, sometimes charging head-on, sometimes charging from the flank, and he fought quite well.

When he was young, he used a mace, but in the past twenty years, he has been using a gun, the pear blossom gun.

This is a fragment of a Central Plains spear technique obtained by the Jin Kingdom after it moved south and occupied the Central Plains.

It is said that there are a total of thirty-six methods and seventy-two styles of the pear blossom spear, but only seventeen methods and twenty-four styles are left in the incomplete version. After being collected and organized by the Jin army, they were widely taught in the army.

He has mastered the twenty-four styles of the pear blossom spear to perfection.

However, he met a young man tonight, and beside the burning tent, he could clearly see the face of the young general of the Song State.

The man raised his spear and stabbed down two of his personal soldiers. Zhuolu Baohuoli immediately recognized that this Song army general was also using the Pear Blossom Spear.

So he rode his horse to meet them.

Then he turned his horse and fled back.

As soon as they met, he was shot in the left rib.

If three of his subordinates had not rushed over, General Song would have stabbed his subordinates with his gun and he would have no chance to escape.

The young man looked to be in his twenties. How long had he been immersed in the art of shooting?
However, he was no match for the young man with just one shot!
Zhuolu Baohuoli fled with his more than one hundred cavalrymen, and continued to charge left and right, rushing around aimlessly and without direction in the chaotic battlefield, just fighting whenever he saw his opponents.

He was exhausted from the long battle and the wound under his ribs was not bandaged in time. Although it was not fatal, the bleeding would not stop and he would become even weaker. So Zhuolu Baohuoli began to consciously escape to a place with fewer people.

As a result, he encountered a group of Song army infantry head-on. When he broke out of the forest of spears, only seven or eight riders were left by his side.

A dignified Mouke is now in such a panic that he is not as powerful as a sergeant.

He found that the battlefield was expanding infinitely. As it darkened, he didn't know where he was fleeing to, nor how many enemy troops were ahead.

Anyway, after a chaotic fight in which everyone was chasing each other, only one person was left among the Zhuolu Bao who was already wounded in so many places.

He lay on the horse's back, no longer pulling the reins, and let the horse carry him away until he lost consciousness.

When Zhuolu Baohuoli woke up again, he found that the sky was already turning light.

There is a faint sound of water in my ears.

Zhuolu Baohuo struggled to get up and found that his horse was gone and he had fallen on the river bank.

Zhuo Lu Baohuoli felt so dry in the mouth that his throat was about to smoke.

He staggered to the river, scooped up a handful of water, and began to drink it in big gulps.

The water is a bit salty.

Zhuo Lu Baohuoli only realized this when he was half full.

Only then did he notice a floating corpse floating past his eyes.

Zhuo Lu looked around in horror and saw corpses everywhere. There were also corpses floating in the river, and they were surging towards the shore with the waves.

Some bodies were carried away by the river following the direction of the water flow. …

Wang Xiaoman is a strong soldier in the Palace Front Division.

As horns blew and drums roared, the military inspector Yang Yuan and his commander Liu Molin shouted and led the charge towards the golden dog. Wang Xiaoman raised his knife and followed them involuntarily.

He vaguely felt that this might be the last day of his life, and perhaps he would not have the chance to see tomorrow's sun.

However, there was no time to think about being afraid, and running away was even more impossible.

He was charging, and his comrades on his left, right, front and back were also charging, and no one could stop.

The Jin soldiers on the opposite side were also charging, and everyone seemed to have gone crazy. Giving up the fight, running away, and pretending to be dead would only make them die faster than others.

As a member of the Palace Front Department, a carefully selected imperial guard, he was tall and strong.

The State of Song was weak, but its people were martial and the tradition of practicing martial arts was very popular among the people.

Wang Xiaoman has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. He not only has the advantage of a good physique, but also has strong skills.

In the repeated melee, Wang Xiaoman was also injured, and his armor was torn beyond recognition.

When he finally killed all the enemies in front of him, leaned on the ground with the bent steel knife, and gasped for breath, he was shocked to find that he was clearly rushing towards the Jin army's camp, but now he inexplicably appeared on the hillside.

In the valley, a team suddenly rushed out.

Wang Xiaoman's heart tightened and he immediately grasped the long knife with the bent blade in his hand.

Then he saw that the group of people carrying torches and rushing out of the valley were actually his own people.

They seemed to have just experienced a great battle, and many of their uniforms were covered in blood.

"Eh? It's Li Dutong, it's... Li Dutong, right?"

Wang Xiaoman suddenly saw a general on horseback, who looked like Li Xianzhong, the commander-in-chief of the Palace Front Department.

However, he, a soldier of the imperial guards, was obviously not very familiar with General Li. Before he could see clearly, the general on horseback had already rushed forward, leaving only his back to him.

The torches in the hands of the emerging Song army illuminated more areas.

Human corpses and horse remains were scattered all over the place.

The severed heads and limbs were a horrific sight.

The blood was splattered on the ground, mixed with mud and turned into a dark color.

Wang Xiaoman took a few steps forward in the firelight, threw away his bent sword, snatched a spear from a dead soldier in imperial uniform, and then chased after his comrades from the Palace Guard who were rushing forward like a tide.

Seeing him staggering towards them in a blood-soaked Song army robe, the Song soldiers who were dispersing to seek a fight with the enemy naturally avoided him.

They didn't ask about his origins or say hello to him. Who knew who would live and die next? At this time, the only person they wanted to find was the Jin soldiers.

……

It was the first time that Yang Yuan used a spear to kill the enemy on the battlefield.

His eldest brother taught him the family's traditional spear skills and many fighting experiences in battle, but he did not teach him how to conserve his energy.

Therefore, Yang Yuan likes to kill enemies explosively and likes to knock people off their horses.

He rode forward, his spear like a dragon, and everywhere the spear went, the Jin soldiers were knocked flying one by one.

Every time after killing a dozen Jin soldiers, he would pause his attack because he was a little exhausted.

Fortunately, Belle, who was good at playing supporting roles, brought his personal soldiers and kept chasing him. Every time this happened, he would rush in front of him, giving him a chance to catch his breath.

Fortunately, Yang Yuan was skilled in the Zhelong technique. Although he was exhausted due to exerting too much energy, he recovered many times faster than an ordinary person.

As the correct breathing method circulated throughout the body, the tired arms soon regained strength.

When Yang Yuan finally understood why some warriors were so excited about fighting, he tore off his armor and went into battle shirtless.

When fighting gets exciting, just kill the enemy. Why bother taking off your armor?
Because although this armor enhances a person's defense, it also really increases the burden.

His set of Shanwen armor was of the best quality, weighing 60 kilograms. He kept swinging his spear, which consumed much more energy than when he was wearing only cloth.

Gradually, Yang Yuan began to learn to conserve his strength. After shooting a bullet through the enemy's chest, causing a fatal wound, he would no longer knock the corpse of a Jin man off his horse just to show off.

The battle became more and more chaotic. Yang Yuan fought and retreated, and had already been separated from Liu Molin and others.

Fortunately, Belle and his personal soldiers always made protecting him their top priority, so they kept a close eye on him, otherwise they would have been separated.

It was a chaotic and bloody night. Fires flickered in the distance and near, and the sounds of fighting could be heard from different directions.

Choose a direction and approach, and you will encounter more or less Song and Jin troops.
Yang Yuan would rush over with Emmanuelle Belle and a group of personal soldiers, quickly help the Song army eliminate the opponents, and then continue to search for the enemy.

At this time, the Song troops who were fighting in all directions were no longer as chaotic as they were in the first battle, and began to consciously follow him.

So, when the daylight gradually brightened, more than two thousand men gathered around Yang Yuan.

Yang Yuan stood on a hill and looked into the distance.

However, he didn't know where he was at the moment, nor did he know the situation of the war nearby.

"Does anyone know where this is?"

Yang Yuan asked, and found that around the hill, more than 2,000 soldiers were lying down and resting.

These soldiers included imperial guards and garrison troops, among whom were soldiers from Suzhou. Naturally, everyone was familiar with Lingbi, which belonged to Suzhou.

The guards interrogated him and soon brought a soldier with a wounded arm in a sling to him. "To answer the military supervisor, this place is called Jinshan."

The soldier pointed to the distance, where a similar earthen hill could be vaguely seen in the mist.

The soldier said, "That place is called Silver Mountain. This gold and silver mountain is the ancient Han Xin's command platform!"

PS: Well, the next chapter will still be coded during the day~
(End of this chapter)