Chapter 40, Revenge of Prisoners of War
In the slave camp on the outskirts of Huining City, piles of bonfires were lit, and a plume of smoke rose.
——Looking at the Song Dynasty prisoners of war who were kidnapped by the Jin soldiers and made into slaves, each and every one of them was cold, hungry, and miserable. Han Shizhong and other Song Imperial Guards who came from afar could not help but feel deep pity for these colleagues and hurriedly lit the fire. The wood they had cut down before was used to keep the fire - these wood were prepared by the Jurchens to build the palace, so the slaves were naturally not allowed to burn them casually for heating - and they wanted to make some food to give them some strength.
As for the Khitans, Bohai people, Xi people and even the Koreans who were captured together, they naturally benefited from it.
It's just that Han Shizhong and others searched through the slave camp and couldn't find any decent food. And they themselves went out after having a good meal in Doraemon's underground hideout, and they didn't bring much dry food with them.
So, Han Shizhong had to make do with the rations originally prepared by the Jurchens for these slaves, cook several pots of coarse wheat porridge with a strange smell mixed with horse feed, and find some black bean cakes that looked like they were used to feed horses. Distribute it to them...
However, these pig food, which is absolutely difficult for normal people to swallow, are still eaten with gusto by the slaves who rarely have the opportunity to eat. Even those who are weak and sick have to move to the porridge bucket. I would rather die than miss this rare meal. Some people who are not afraid of hot porridge even raise their heads and pour a large bowl of hot porridge with a sour smell down their throats, just for the chance to drink a second bowl...
At the same time, Doraemon, the robotic cat, was running around carrying an [automatic medical kit] to treat prisoners of war who were seriously ill.
Of course, as an old acquaintance of the "Pohan Five", Liu Sheng enjoyed special treatment and was able to share with Han Shizhong the small amount of biscuits and candies he brought with him (emergency rations that Wang Qiu temporarily purchased from the small supermarket diagonally opposite his home). Listen to Han Shizhong talk about his adventures on this trip north.
Unfortunately, according to the simple world view of a Song Dynasty person, Liu Sheng did not believe a word of Han Shizhong's rhetoric.
"...Good boy! You said that the 200,000 golden soldiers who went south have been destroyed outside Bianliang City, and you actually flew here from the sky?!"
While Liu Sheng was wolfing down the sweet milk biscuits, he muttered, "...Who in the world would believe such absurd nonsense? You just said that you pretended to join the Jin people, and then took advantage of these Jurchen Tatars Don't worry, raising flags and causing trouble near their capital is better than the lies just now! But your dessert fruit is quite delicious... I have never seen it in my life. Did you buy it from Bianjing? ”
"...Oh, why can't this make sense to you, an ignorant guy like you?" Han Shizhong sighed depressingly, "...Forget it, let's not argue with you, a loser like you! You can just eat here in peace. Eat your fill. When Master Hu Guo and Yue Pengju capture the Emperor of Jin and sacrifice him to the palace that day, you won’t believe it..."
As he said this, he looked up at Huining City, and then saw billowing black smoke rising from the city, and heard various shouts shaking the sky.
"...Eh? Yue Pengju's side doesn't seem to be playing well?"
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The hot air was sucked into the lungs, causing bursts of pain; smoke and fog blocked most of the vision, making people dizzy.
In the Jin Kingdom's palace shrouded in fire and smoke, the Song army determined to revenge and the Jurchens defending their homeland started a deadly struggle.
——In fact, if it were summer or the south, after being covered with anesthetic gas for several consecutive hours, the unsuspecting capital of the Jin Kingdom, Ningcheng, would have turned into a silent city with no humans and animals. .
But the problem is that this is the bitterly cold land of Saibei, and it is currently experiencing nine winters where dripping water turns into ice. In order to prevent the heat from dissipating, the residents in Huining City will close their doors and windows tightly when they go to sleep, and they also use hay, fur and other things. They plugged up the gaps between the window frames and the walls to prevent them from being woken up by the cold wind in the middle of the night... Thus, they invisibly acted as three defenses, preventing this carefully planned poison gas war from fully taking effect.
By the time Yue Fei and others rode into the city, at least a quarter of the 20,000 to 30,000 Jurchens in the city had not been penetrated by the anesthetic gas because they were in a tightly sealed space. Turn it over... Of course, it was also because the doors and windows were closed that they, who were huddled in the house and sleeping late, were unable to hear the noise outside in time and failed to intercept the surprise attack of the Song Army cavalry.
However, when Yue Fei and the others caused an uproar in the palace, and several guards and maids escaped from the back door, the whole Huining City was suddenly awakened. And the Jurchens of this era are worthy of being a fighting nation - when they suddenly learned that foreign enemies had invaded the capital and entered the palace, their first reaction was not to flee in all directions, nor to shrink into the cellar and tremble, but to pick up With knives and maces, fight these daring enemies!
As a result, more than a hundred Song soldiers who successfully raided the Jin Kingdom's palace were suddenly surrounded by thousands of Jurchens.
Fortunately, Yue Fei and the others are accompanied by Wang Qiu and Guo Jing, and they have powerful weapons beyond the times to help them.
"...ta da da...ta da da..."
Wang Qiu and Guo Jing worked together to operate a heavy machine gun that continuously spit out tongues of fire, firmly blocking the main entrance of the palace and the square in front of the palace. The Jurchens who had previously poured into the palace in a chaotic manner were instantly swept away by machine gun bullets. Corpses littered the fields like fallen wheat. The thick blood flowed slowly on the snowy streets and squares, dyeing the snow with a dazzling blood color.
Although such a tragic death temporarily deterred the Jurchens from counterattacking from the main entrance, it could not prevent them from harassing and sneak attacks from other directions - arrows and spears flying out from various tricky corners outside the palace wall continued to attack the defenses. The Song soldiers who failed to catch up shot him down on the snow.
At the same time, some brave and brave people climbed over the wall and entered the palace, while other skinny people chose to sneak in through dog holes or climb into sewers, and then fought with the Song army soldiers who were trapped in the palace. original The Song Army, which was at a disadvantage, was increasingly stretched. If it could block this side, it could not defend that side... With a loud bang, a side door was knocked open by the Jurchens outside, and a group of Jurchen warriors took the opportunity to swarm in!
"...Wow! That thief, come and die quickly!!!"
At the forefront of the Jin army's commando team was a tall, eight-foot-tall man. He raised his mace with a grin on a Song soldier who fell in fright, and was about to smash the opponent's Tianling Cap into red. But he raised the mace, but could not swing it anymore - because a sharp long arrow flew from nowhere, pierced into his ribs like lightning, and disappeared deeply, leaving only The feather tail swayed slightly outside.
The few Jurchens who were following behind couldn't help but pause, and turned to look in the direction where the long arrow flew. They saw an officer holding a huge bow and wearing iron armor, showing them a contemptuous sneer, and pulled his hands again. He opened his long bow, and a sharp arrow came out of the string, hitting a man in the throat again.
Then the third arrow came. The Jurchen warrior who was facing him saw only a cold star as fast as lightning. He immediately knew something was not right. He quickly used his spear and finally managed to deflect the arrow that had already flown in front of him. The long arrow in front of the door made his arm hurt slightly from the shock.
However, before they could react, the Song Army's sharpshooter on the opposite side continued to fire his bow, and the bowstrings sounded like a pipa song, playing the melody of death) Wherever the long arrow landed, there were drops of blood. Flower splash! Even though these Jurchen warriors raised their shields to block, or wielded their spears and sabers to fire arrows, several more were killed or injured. The Jurchens who shrank behind were also startled and broke into a cold sweat, but they were filled with rage in their hearts. They shouted "Kill him!" and at the same time swarmed forward menacingly, as if they were trying to win by relying on more.
"...Hmph! Good time!"
The Song Army's marksman saw this, but he was not afraid. He also shouted loudly, picked up the eight-foot-long spear and was about to fight... But before the fight between dragons and tigers started, a ray of orange fire came from the side and behind. It roared in, accompanied by blazing fire and deafening roars, blasting these Jurchen warriors to pieces, with their skin and bones shattered, and their flesh and blood flying everywhere. Then another RPG hit them head-on. The fiercest Jurchens at the front seemed to have been whipped out of thin air by invisible long whips, and they were knocked to the ground with blood spurting from their bodies. There were also countless tiny steel balls and sharp prefabricated fragments, flying ferociously in the air, and in an instant, at least a dozen Jurchen warriors were tied into a sieve.
Yue Fei, who was also on the edge of the explosion range, raised his arm covered with iron armor to protect his head and face, while looking back at Wang Qiu holding an RPG rocket launcher with a sense of disappointment - for someone who had practiced gun, stick and archery since he was a child and had to endure a lot of hardships to practice it. For him who is good at martial arts, these endless and easy-to-use "Xianjia firearms" have simply subverted his understanding of war, and also made him feel that the value of martial arts is shrinking rapidly...
Just when he was thinking wildly, Wang Qiu suddenly showed a surprised look and repeatedly gestured to him to warn him. But the brave Yue Fei, who was a master of arts, didn't even look back. He just pushed back the big gun in his hand, easily deflected the sword of the Jurchen who was sneaking up behind him, and took advantage of the situation to hit him directly in the face... In this flash of lightning, with the sound of weapons clashing, the Jurchen who raised a knife to attack Yue Fei from behind was shot into the neck, and a bloody mist suddenly burst out from the back of his neck. Goodbye, Yue Fei vibrated the gun barrel hard, causing the gun body to come out, and a head flew upwards!
"...Commander Yue is so good at martial arts that he is truly an enemy of ten thousand people!" Wang Qiu couldn't help shouting as he looked at the corpses everywhere.
Yue Fei smiled faintly, raised his big gun again and swept left and right, naming the Jurchen warriors who were seriously injured but not dead, and in the blink of an eye he gained five or six more victories. The remaining Jurchens who rushed into the palace were so frightened that they shouted, turned around and fled. However, Yue Fei chased after him with a big gun, like a rabbit rising and a falcon falling. In just a few breaths, he knocked them all down... Wang Qiu took the opportunity to pass through the side door and fired another RPG rocket, which penetrated into the outside. The explosion exploded in the crowd, and the Jurchens were immediately pissed. For a while, they no longer dared to rush in and die.
But this does not mean that the Song army has turned the corner - the next moment, the sound of bow strings is heard as tightly as rain, and a wave of bows and arrows fly out from outside the palace wall, killing two people who are trying to block the side door. Song Bing almost turned into a hedgehog. Immediately afterwards, a lot of lit firewood was thrown in through the palace wall, and puffs of choking smoke came out. It seemed that they would rather be burned together with the palace than to smoke out the Song army like rats. !
In this regard, the helpless Song Army had to fight fiercely while putting out the fire. They were so busy that they couldn't breathe for a moment. I wanted to break out several times, but looking at the huge crowds of people outside, I didn't dare to leave the protection of the palace wall, so I could only continue to struggle in the sea of enemies.
What's even more terrible is that as time goes by, more and more Jurchen soldiers and civilians get rid of the effects of anesthesia and regain consciousness. As soon as they heard the loud shouts of killing in the city, they took out their weapons from the house and staggered to join the battle, thus putting greater pressure on the weak Song army.
With a whooshing sound that ripped through the air, another wave of arrows rained down from the sky. Wang Qiu quickly rolled over to avoid it, but accidentally fell into a dry pond. When he wanted to get up, he was hit by his left arm again. The severe pain caused him to grin, and his mouth was filled with a disgusting smell of rust... He was weakly half-kneeling by the pond, panting, when he suddenly discovered that the heavy machine gun blocking the main entrance had stopped at some point. Shot.
"...Professor Guo! Why don't you shoot anymore? Are you out of bullets?"
"...There are still a lot of bullets, but the barrel is so hot that it can't be fired any more - do you have a spare barrel?"
Wang Qiu sighed, waved his hand, took out an AK47 assault rifle from the storage space, and then handed it to Guo Jing staggeringly, "...There is no spare barrel, use this one! Let me shoot a few first. hair Rockets to embolden you... Sigh, I was too confident this time. I didn't act with Doraemon, which puts me in a dilemma. I must take this as a lesson in the future..." He put the RPG on his shoulder and muttered. said.
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However, as the saying goes, there is no end to the road. Just when the more than a hundred Song soldiers trapped in the Jin Kingdom Palace were exhausted from the overwhelming siege of the Jurchens and were about to lose their strength, a sudden shock came from the distance. The sky screamed, and the Jurchens' offensive also weakened.
The confused Wang Qiu immediately ran to a two-story pavilion, took out his binoculars and climbed up to look down. He was shocked: he saw a large, dark crowd slowly pouring into Huining City from the suburbs! They looked like they were probably the rescued slaves in the suburbs.
Of course, it would be a bit of a stretch to say that this group of improvised slaves is an army, because there are men, women, and children in this group of guys. They are all in ragged clothes, with sallow faces and thin eyes, and they look like walking zombies. The weapons in their hands are also very crude. Only a few of them hold swords and spears obtained from unknown places, while most of them hold hoes, shovels, and wood-cutting axes. The worst ones only have wood. sticks and stones... What's even worse is that they only know that under the guidance of a few Song Army flag-bearers, they surge forward in a chaotic manner. There is no queue or organization at all, and they even trample and stumble on each other from time to time. No matter how you look at it, they are just a ragtag group of people.
However, no matter how unorganized, undisciplined, and unequipped these armed slaves are, the sheer number of them filling the field of view and filling the streets is enough to make people hold their breath - as the saying goes, " "There are over ten thousand soldiers and horses, boundless", and for Huining, a small city, these more than 30,000 rebel slaves are enough to completely submerge and bloodbath it!
Wang Qiu glanced from the attic in the palace, and his field of vision was full of all kinds of moving heads, but he could not see the end of the crowd!
Relying on their absolute numerical superiority and their deep-seated hatred, these rebel slaves who were incited to resentment stormed into Huining City aggressively, slashing wildly at every moving object they could see. They attacked the Song army inside and outside the palace and easily turned the tide of the battle.
The Jurchens who had gathered temporarily in the city were originally demoralized because they could not attack the palace for a long time. When encountering such changes, they became even more confused and ran away in fear... While shouting in fear, they turned around and ran away, and then Still slashing on the snow from behind.
As the palace was liberated, the Jurchens' desperate struggle finally failed, and the end of Huining City was about to begin.
In the midst of this noisy killing sound, Wang Qiu and the others vaguely heard Han Shizhong shouting energetically with a loudspeaker:
"...Master National Preceptor! Brother Pengju! Don't be impatient! I, Po Han Wu, am coming with reinforcements!" - The next step will naturally be a counterattack and a massive plunder...
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