Chapter 929 Chapter 870: Purgatory on Earth Ten Thousand Degrees of Knife Temperature (Part 2)
The newly cut branches made a crackling sound in the fire, and green smoke filled the sky. In the night, the mountains There are tents on top, dotted with the light of campfires.
On the night of September 16th, 45,000 Wufeng Battalion soldiers were stationed in a mountain called Liudaoliang, more than a hundred miles west of Pingjiang.
It was late autumn, the nearby mountains and fields still seemed peaceful, and the military camp was filled with a depressed atmosphere. The Wufeng Battalion was a slightly weaker branch of the Wu Dynasty army. It was originally stationed in Jiangxi and other places with the basic task of stationing in the fields and suppressing bandits. A large number of its soldiers were farmers. After the restructuring in the Jianshuo year, the status of the army was improved. The Wufeng Battalion strengthened its formal training, and its elite troops gradually began to have the ability to bully the villagers. This was also inevitable in the struggle for power between the army and civil servants.
The increase in military strength and several frictions with the gentry and civil servants around the station laid the foundation for Yu Gusheng to become a local hegemon. To be fair, during the more than two hundred years of the Wu Dynasty, the status of generals continued to decline. The past few years had also become the most nourishing period for Yu Gusheng.
When the Wu Dynasty collapsed, he understood that the situation was stronger than the people, and he led the army towards Jinghu South Road. Of course, he had the idea of finding a way out in this great change that would overturn the world, but the mood of the soldiers in the army , but may not be so high-spirited.
Some soldiers still couldn't believe the current situation of the Wu Dynasty losing power and the Jin people commanding the army. Some of the soldiers were worried and some were afraid that a large amount of money and grain had gone to the Jurchens after the autumn harvest, and that their own group was being driven over to raise black flags. Although the military was strictly purged during this period, many people were even killed and many mid-level officers were replaced to stabilize the situation, but as we moved forward, daily discussions and confusion were inevitable after all.
September 16th was also such a simple night. It was still more than a hundred miles away from Pingjiang, so there were still several days before the battle. The soldiers in the camp gathered in groups, talking, confused, and sighing... Some talked about the ferocity of the black flag, and some talked about the legendary wiseness of the prince...
"I can't say... the emperor Where will the master come back from..."
"In a few days, we will surround the black flag. He is a man who doesn't care about his life. He will tear off a piece of his opponent's flesh even if he dies... If we meet each other... Save your life..."
Soon after the discussion, the camp entered the curfew time. Even though they were all anxious and making their own plans, after all, the war would still last for a while, and they could still sleep peacefully for a few days.
On September 17th, in the early morning, at three o'clock in the morning, the night sky was bright with bright moon and few stars. The camp has completely quieted down, with only the watchtower on the edge of the camp and the torches of soldiers patrolling. Under the rough watchtower located on the mountainside southeast of Liudaoliang, two figures sneaked over silently from inside the camp.
Soon, the two guards on the sentry tower fell one after another.
At the same time, the thousand-man team led by Chen Fan arrived in the woods east of Liudaoliang. He hid in the trees and observed the outline of the military camp ahead.
Yuwen Feidu, who was carrying a long gun, also crawled in the grass and put away his telescope: "The people on the sentry tower have been changed."
Chen Fan nodded, then looked up at the moon in the sky. Across the mountain ridge, in the mountains on the other side of the military camp, there was also a team staring at the moonlight in the darkness. This team had more than 6,000 people. Ji Qian was leading the formation. Generals such as Er, Zhuo Xiaofeng and others are counting the passage of time.
At the foot of the mountain on the southeast side, Chen Fan led the first team out of the woods quietly and walked along the hidden mountain ridge to the sentry tower where the people had been changed. The front is just a temporary camp. Although the placement of watchtower observation points is quite organized, only here on the southeast side, with the replacement of guards on a watchtower, the road behind has become an observation point. blind spots.
As Yin hour approached, Yuwen Feidu climbed up the sentry tower and occupied the commanding heights. To the west, six thousand Black Flag troops began to advance cautiously according to the predetermined plan.
The night was reaching its deepest moment, and although there was a sudden panic - no one knew who was shouting in the night. Then, a loud bang shook the mountain. A warehouse of gunpowder at the rear of the military camp was ignited. Black smoke rose into the sky, and the air wave blew away the tent. Someone shouted: "Night attack——"
"The black flag is coming——"
The guards on the guard tower raised their binoculars. In the night on the east and west sides, figures were rolling in. In the camp on the east side, an unknown number of people entered the military camp, and the fire ignited the tents. The soldiers who woke up from their slumber rushed out of the camp in panic and saw flames flying in the sky. A rocket flew up to the flagpole in the center of the military camp and lit the flag.
Bombing the camp can no longer be stopped.
The Battle of Jinghu has begun.
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On the morning of September 17, Zhuo Yongqing and Qu Qing led the team towards Liudaoliang. On the way, they saw several After catching and questioning the fleeing soldiers, they understood that the battle with Wu Fengying had come to an end.
In the morning sunshine, the smoke in Liudaoliang has subsided, and only the smell of blood still remains. The supplies in the military camp are still intact. More than 6,000 people were captured in this battle and are being guarded in the mountain col on the west side of the military camp.
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 no more than a hundred casualties in the battle last night. Scouts requesting Zhu Jing of Juling County to send troops to collect prisoners and transport supplies have already been dispatched.
A group of Chinese soldiers gathered on one side of the battlefield. Although they all seemed happy, the discipline was still serious and the nerves of each department 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 Qian'er, Zhuo Xiaofeng and other generals who originally belonged to the 29th Army, there were also several people who had previously arrived from the southwest. The leader who came out. Except for intelligence dealers like "Honest Monk" Feng Zhen who were still operating outside, half of the teams released a year ago had already moved closer to Chen Fan.
Chen Fan, who is now officially the deputy commander of the 29th Chinese Army, but is actually in charge of the military affairs of the Miao Territory, is already a middle-aged man in his late forties. There is not much aging in his appearance. , usually calm and even with a bit of laziness and sunshine, but at this moment after the war, the blood stains on his armor have not faded, and there is a sharp aura in his face. If there are old people here who have participated in the Yongle Uprising, they may find that Chen Fan and Fang Qifu's temperament on the battlefield are somewhat similar.
Probably after simply washing his hands and face, Chen Fan shook off the water stains on his hands, rubbed his palms, and placed the map on the table that was collected.
"...Last night when the camp was bombed, most of the people fled to the east. Yu Gusheng and his son took thousands of people with them. We must have gone to the northeast. Guo Baohuai was a hundred miles away. He has 50,000 men, which may be slightly stronger than Yu Gusheng. Then there is Li Touhe, who is further to the southeast. The two groups have a total of 100,000 people."
He clicked his finger on the map. Down.
"...Destroy them before the silver skills arrive."
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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. People and horses were already gathering in the village.
He was fat and covered in flesh. He was riding a horse all the way. Both the man and the horse were very tired. When he arrived near Dewasan Village, he did not go in rashly. He walked up the hill behind the village out of breath. A middle-aged man with a gloomy look on his face, like a hard-working old farmer, was already waiting here.
"Comrade Feng, thank you for your hard work." The other party looked miserable, his voice was low, but his address after he spoke was quite formal. Feng Zhen saluted him, but he did not dare to be disrespectful. For every outstanding person in the Chinese army, there were also some who were out-and-out lunatics, and this man in front of him was one of them.
This man's name is Tian Song. He was originally a blacksmith from Bianliang. He was hardworking and simple. Later, he was captured and sent to the north in the disgrace of Jingping, and was rescued from the north by the Chinese army. Although he looked miserable and simple at this time, Feng Zhen knew how ruthless this man was when he actually killed his enemies.
After the two chatted with each other for a few words, they walked down the mountain. When they reached a hidden ridge halfway up the mountain, Tian Song sent away the guards arranged here and took out the binoculars and handed them to Feng Feng Zhen looked at the village below and saw that many people in the village were wearing Jurchen armor.
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. This plan has been prepared for several years. When Wanyan Qingjue was mining in the mountains, Xiao He was I have been imitating it, and it seems that there will be no serious problems this time. Comrade Feng, if the plan of the 29th Army has been completed. It has been decided..."
His words were low and even a little weak, but only from the deepest part of the tone, Feng Zhen could hear the enthusiasm in the other person's voice. He saw it in the crowd below. He looked at the "little prince" who was giving orders. After watching for a while, he spoke.
"Guo Baohuai has already made arrangements. Theoretically speaking, we should attack Guo Baohuai first and then Li Touhe. Chen Shuai hopes that you will act according to the situation and take action when you are sure. What needs to be considered at the moment is, although The young prince had already been captured by Fulu Qian when he set out from Jiangzhou. They are keeping an eye on them, but for the time being, I don’t know how long they can be pestered. If you get to Li Touhe first, and the young prince is alert and sends someone here, you will still be in great risk."
"Well, that's right." Tian Song beside him nodded.
Feng Zhen sighed in his heart. He has been walking in the rivers and lakes all his life and has seen countless desperadoes. Most of the more normal ones would say "wealth is gained through danger", and the crazier ones would say "It's a good deal", only people like Tian Song seem to be sincere, but I'm afraid they haven't considered the risks he mentioned at all. He said: "Everything is still based on your own judgment and act according to the situation. However, be sure to pay attention to safety and take care of yourself as much as possible."
"Of course." Tian Song nodded, with a calm smile on his wrinkled face, and said, "We will bring Li Touhe'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, this team composed of the "little prince" and martial arts masters would head towards the southwest in the direction of Li Touhe.
Feng Zhen mounted his horse and continued to rush towards the northeast. Fulu led a group of green forest people and the entanglement with Wanyan Qingjue continued. Before Wanyan Qingjue realized that something was wrong, he Also responsible for muddying the water even more.
At the same moment, the defeated troops of Yu Gusheng and Yu Mingzhou, who were fleeing all the way, had already caught up with the scouts sent by Guo Baohuai.
A few years have passed, and the various plans and trump cards that the Chinese army has weaved are gradually being revealed.
In the eleventh year of Jian Shuo, in mid-to-late September, the Zhou Dynasty gradually collapsed. At a time when many people had not yet reacted, the 29th Chinese Army, with a total of only more than 10,000 people, under the leadership of Chen Fan, rushed out of Changsha with only half its strength and marched eastward, launching an offensive across Jinghu. The beginning of the battle.
At the end of September, more than 100,000 troops collapsed in front of Chen Fan's 7,000 Chinese troops. The battle line was cut directly into the hinterland of Jiangnan West Road by Chen Fan with a fierce attitude. (End of this chapter)