Destroy Jin and conquer Song, and carry the Northern Expedition through to the end

Chapter 478: Thousands of Miles to Join a Wise Leader

In the early morning of December 22, just when the Song State had begun to clean up the battlefield in Chao County.

Hundreds of miles away in Linhuang Prefecture of the Jin Dynasty, the exhausted Wanyan Fushou and others finally arrived outside Wanyan Yong’s military camp.

Of course, it is not quite accurate to say that it was Wanyan Yong's military camp, because the commander of the army was Shangshu Zuo Cheng Hesheli Liangbi, and among them were the Northern Commander Bai Yanjing, Deputy Commander Hesheli Zhining, Posu Road Army General Wanyan Mouyan and others. It would be better to say that Wanyan Yong was a prisoner rather than a commander.

But Wanyan Fushou no longer wanted to think about these trivial matters.

The process of this guy leading 500 cavalry to surrender to Wanyan Yong was so bizarre and tortuous.

He first set out from Jin's Tokyo, Liaoyang Prefecture, and went along the Hun River to Yizhou. After finding out the location, he headed north all the way to Taizhou, where the Northeast Recruiting Office was located.

When they crossed the Huang River - Tongliao, the center of the universe in later generations, they encountered a group of Mongol cavalry numbering as many as a thousand.

These Mongols were really barbaric. They started fighting without saying a word.

Fortunately, the 500 cavalrymen selected by Wanyan Fushou were all elite soldiers. Gao Zhongjian and Lu Wanjianu were also fierce generals. The three of them fought back.

After such a confused battle, the Mongols were defeated, and Wanyan Fushou also lost more than a dozen people. He did not dare to continue chasing, and after a little preparation, he continued to head north.

But as soon as the Mongols left, the Khitans came fucking back.

Although the Khitans were smaller in number this time, with only about 400 combat soldiers, and they were all just armed herdsmen, unlike the previous Mongols, the Khitans were a complete tribe.

This group of Khitans had to migrate even in the middle of winter, most likely to avoid the war. They were already frightened birds, and when they saw such an elite Jin cavalry, how could they dare to neglect them? They pounced directly and started the fight first.

After Wanyan Fushou led his troops to slightly repel the Khitan cavalry, he directly ordered the withdrawal from the battle.

His original purpose was to find Wanyan Yong and gain greater wealth. Was he bored enough to risk his life with the savages on the grassland?
But when Wanyan Fushou finally arrived at Taizhou, the headquarters of the Northeast Road Recruiting Office after many hardships, he was dumbfounded.

Because the defenders told him that all the important figures had led their troops to Linhuang, preparing for a decisive battle with the Khitan rebels.

What the hell is going on?

Wanyan Fushou used his connections and spent money, and finally exchanged his war horses for weapons and bought food and supplies. He then left the injured along the way in Taizhou for care, found a guide, and headed straight for Linhuang with 400 cavalrymen.

They hadn't done anything yet, but their troops had been reduced by one-fifth. Every time Wanyan Fushou thought about it along the way, he couldn't help but want to curse out loud.

Just like that, when Wanyan Fushou's butt was almost smashed to pieces by the warhorse, the group finally arrived at Linhuang and finally saw the huge military camp.

Then, Wanyan Fushou was almost killed.

"Are you blind or are you blind?! I'm Wanyan Fushou, the hereditary Meng'an of Hesuguan Road!" Wanyan Fushou raised his banner and just as he approached the camp, he was shot by a volley of arrows and fled in panic. After stopping, he turned back and cursed at the camp's watchtower: "I just sent a military envoy to inform you, do you think you can rebel?!"

"I know you're from Hesuguan Road," an officer shouted from the camp wall, "but I only obey the orders of my lord, and nothing else! If you dare to be so presumptuous again, even if I want to spare your life, my bow in my hand will not let you go!"

Wanyan Fushou was furious: "I'm here to serve Duke Cao. Why should I care about Lord Hesheli? Is it that only the Left Prime Minister is a superior official, and Duke Cao is not?!"

The officer was about to retort, but he only heard scolding coming from inside the camp. The officer could only let go of Wanyan Fushou temporarily and turn back to deal with the people in the camp.

Two or more people talked at once, and after a few chaotic words, the officer walked down from the village tower. The village gate slowly opened, and a tall knight rode out slowly on a strong horse.

Wanyan Fushou looked closely and saw that the knight was wearing ordinary armor, a gourd helmet, and iron armor, which were similar to those of ordinary armored cavalry. The only difference was that he was wearing a white robe, a huge white tassel on his helmet, and a ghost mask tied to the side of the helmet.

The most eye-catching thing about this knight is the two huge golden maces on both sides of his warhorse. These two armor-piercing weapons, made of unknown material, are twice as long as ordinary iron maces and can almost be considered some kind of long weapons.

Although there is a saying these days that generals should not ride white horses, this is also because they are worried that the main general will be recognized and beheaded by a small-scale assault force. However, some generals who are proud of their bravery or are truly brave do not care about this. Some generals even dress in a particularly unique way just to let their subordinates see their heroic figures charging left and right on the battlefield and thus boost morale.

The most typical example is Xue Rengui in the early Tang Dynasty.

During the conquest of Goguryeo, this guy wore a white helmet, white armor, rode a white horse, and held a Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand. He shouted wildly and fought fiercely, and was invincible, which made the Tang army very excited.

The knight in front of Wanyan Fushou was dressed so extravagantly, but he was still alive after fighting several battles with the Khitan rebels. It can only be said that he was really talented.

"I've heard of you." The knight approached Wanyan Fushou, held up the golden mace, and looked him over before nodding. "You said you came to seek refuge with Duke Cao?"

Wanyan Fushou looked at the two massive golden maces and swallowed twice. He instinctively wanted to make a perfunctory response, but then he remembered what Shi Ju had said and gritted his teeth and said, "That's right. I heard that Duke Cao was leading his army in a great battle against the Khitan bandits. I don't want to sit around in Liaoyang Prefecture, so I've come here to join the army and serve on its front!"

This guy didn't even mention Hesheli Liangbi and Hesheli Zhining.

A smile crossed the knight's face. "How many men did you bring?" Wanyan Fushou breathed a sigh of relief and quickly replied, "We were supposed to have five hundred elite cavalry, but we've been traveling so long and have encountered Mongol and Khitan bandits along the way. Now we only have four hundred left."

The knight's smile widened, and he waved his hand: "Bring your men and follow me! I will take you to see Duke Cao!"

Wanyan Fushou was finally relieved and rode forward two steps. "May I know your name, General?"

The knight shook his head. "General Wanyan, there's no need to be so formal. We're all family from now on. My name is Wuyan Chala, you can just call me Chala."

Wanyan Fushou slapped his head and laughed, "I'm really confused. I can't even remember the general's identity when I see the weapons. Who doesn't know the title of Iron Mace Wanhu these days?"

Wuyan Chala immediately raised his head with some pride.

Although this fellow is also the son of a noble family, his father Wuyan Puchanu is the commander-in-chief of an army, and he is now following Tushan Hexi to fight to the death with Wu Lin in Guanzhong, but his reputation as the Iron Mace Wanhu was earned through real efforts.

A few months ago, the Khitan Kuoli rebelled and seemed invincible. The Jin army did not dare to challenge him. However, Wuyan Chala ignored all this and led two thousand soldiers to pursue him relentlessly. He directly defeated Kuoli and made a name for himself. The army called him the Iron Mace Wanhu.

As for Wuyanchala's political spectrum, it is even simpler.

Not to mention that he was originally the hereditary Meng'an of Helan Road, let me just say another thing: his direct superior was Wanyan Mouyan!

This also led to his natural closeness to Wanyan Yong.

In history, Wuyan Chala once served as the chief of Wanyan Yong's guards, which is the same position as Da Huaizhong to Wanyan Liang today.

Nowadays, although the camp is theoretically controlled by Hesheli Liangbi, when someone defected to Wanyan Yong, people from Wanyan Yong's faction could actually open the camp gate directly and let the person in.

It's really incredible.

This can only mean one thing.

In this camp, even though Hesheli Liangbi's power was dominant, he was not the only one who had the final say, and he definitely could not reach a position of overwhelming advantage.

After figuring out these identities, Wanyan Fushou was immediately filled with admiration for Shi Ju.

What is the talent of a prime minister?

What does it mean to have insight into the world?

What does it mean to plan and win the battle from thousands of miles away?
That’s it!

Shi Ju is still enjoying the snow in Liaoyang Prefecture, but he can grasp the situation hundreds of miles away so clearly. He is really an extremely smart man.

With such a sigh in his heart, Wanyan Fushou followed Wuyan Chala closely. The elite cavalry behind him also formed a marching formation, divided into two rows, and advanced slowly.

Along the way, Wuyan Chala chatted with Wanyan Fushou, constantly discussing the layout of the camp and occasionally greeting the various generals and marching officers. He seemed to want to take these four hundred elite soldiers and inspect the camp thoroughly in a single day.

At first, Wanyan Fushou thought that this guy was making fun of him. However, when he saw a general walking out of a small camp with the flag of Hesheli and looking at him with extremely complicated eyes, he suddenly realized it.

It turned out that Wuyan Chala used his four hundred cavalry as an example to win political resources for Wanyan Yong!
You all watched carefully. Wanyan Fushou of Hesuguan Road would rather disobey the imperial order and return from Shandong to join Wanyan Yong. After being threatened by Hesheli Liangbi, although the army did not dare to move, he still led the elite cavalry to obey Wanyan Yong's orders.

Duke Cao has such a bright future, why don't you hurry up and show your loyalty to him?

No matter how powerful the Left Prime Minister is, he is just a Hesheli. Can he become the emperor of the Great Jin?

After figuring this out, Wanyan Fushou's waist and legs instantly stopped hurting, and even his stomach, which hadn't eaten for most of the day, felt a little warm. He then quickly got into the state, holding his head high and chest out, like a general who had won a great victory.

It is better to provide timely assistance than to add icing on the cake. If we can produce some results at this time, won’t it please the emperor?
Of course, even if Wuyan Chala could make a detour, the camp was only so big, and he really didn't dare to offend Hesheli Liangbi, so after three quarters of an hour, this army was led to Wanyan Yong's tent.

After briefly allocating the camping positions, Wuyan Chala led Wanyan Fushou, Gao Zhongjian and Lu Wanjianu towards the big tent.

However, just as he arrived outside the tent, a cold voice rang out: "Wu Yancha La, did I give you face?"

Wuyan Chala narrowed his eyes, slowly turned around while holding the huge golden mace, and looked at Hesheli Zhining who was standing beside him.

The atmosphere solidified instantly.

(End of this chapter)