Chapter 1: The Awakening of Shin Wang...

  "Ma Zheng and Jin Gou are having a fierce battle on the right wing, we can't just sit idle. Otherwise, the Jin army will see through our emptiness." Zhao Ke pointed at the Jin army's formation across from them, smiling slyly as he spoke to the surrendered Gao Bao Shan: "Your son is now being closely guarded by me, if you dare to betray me, I'll kill him first. Now, you must show your loyalty and fight against the Jin army. Send out a hundred infantrymen immediately and attack."

  Gao Bao Shan doted on his only son, Gao Yun Fei. In his heart, his son's life was more important than his own, so Zhao Chen didn't fear him betraying him in battle.

  "A hundred infantrymen? Attack immediately?" Gaobao Shan thought he had misheard, but didn't dare ask and hastily bowed his head. He said loudly: "Milord Qiansui, I will immediately lead a thousand infantrymen to attack." This was of course wrong, but asking directly would imply doubt and suspicion towards Qiansui, who had just surrendered and didn't dare offend Zhao Chen, so he could only pretend to have misheard. If the King of Xin wanted to scold him, let him scold; as long as he didn't give him an excuse to behead him on the spot.

  At this time, the smile on Zhao's face slowly disappeared and turned into a thunderous look. He stared at Gao Bao Shan, suddenly opened his mouth and shouted loudly: "Do I have to repeat every order? Are your ears stuffed with shit? Those who disobey military orders will be beheaded! You immediately bring me 100 people."

  Qiansui flew into a rage, and Gao Baoshan didn't even dare fart, turning around to run away. If he was any later, his own son would be in danger.

  At this time, Zhao Bangjie also looked at Zhao Chen with suspicion. In the recent victories, it was Xing Wang Qiansui who planned in the back, and everyone charged forward, but he had never seen Qiansui command an attack personally. Perhaps Qiansui had another trick up his sleeve, he wasn't using a hundred surrendered Bohai people and Khitan people to charge into battle, but rather using a hundred people as bait to lure the Jin army, and then surround and kill them.

  But Zhao Bangjie also felt that the troops, with only 3,000 personal soldiers and 3,000 captives on this side, would not be a match for the 5,000 Jin soldiers if they were to attack. What's the use of setting up an ambush then? Zhao Bangjie became even more perplexed.

  At this time, Gao Baozheng ordered the infantry composed of Bohai and Khitan people with the worst combat effectiveness to go into battle immediately. The hundred men were nervous and ran panting in front of Zhao Chen.

  Zhao Ju pointed to the thirty large carts behind him and roared, "Do you see?" Some people didn't understand Chinese, so Gao Baoshan acted as an interpreter on the spot. This group of Khitans and Bohai people had already seen them, and everyone was staring at the gold, silver, silk, and satin with greedy eyes, their eyes shining brightly.

  Zhao Kui pointed at the Jin army's formation in front of them and said, "You just need to attack the Jin army's vanguard, tear open their formation, and these things will be yours."

  When they heard Zhao Jun's words, the 100 Khitan and Bohai people were stunned. One hundred men charging into battle? Did we hear it wrong or has the Han general gone mad? Will we even survive if we charge forward? Don't mention giving us thirty carts of wealth, even if you give us a hundred carts, we won't have our lives to get them.

  Zhao Bangjie looked at Zhao Chen, pondered for a moment, and somewhat understood. The formation set up by the Golden Army seemed to be two fists hitting people, but its fatal blow was aimed at the left wing of the Righteous Army.

  Pu Jia Nu also didn't believe that the righteous army could train tens of thousands of troops, elite troops aren't formed by just having strong men, they need to go through bloody battles and training to become soldiers. Strong men can defend a city, but in field battles, they're like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

  To this end, Pu Jia Nu first had to sound out the enemy's strength, using a solid battle array to wear down the enemy forces, and not engaging in a decisive battle until he could unleash his main force in a massive onslaught.

  The Pu family's army was divided and surrounded, and the Han people's strong men either surrendered or fled. Now he only has 10,000 Jin soldiers in his hands, facing tens of thousands of righteous troops, he is on the defensive side, and must first withdraw his fist before striking, cannot pursue and strike, pursuing and striking will break the battle array, and it would be a free gift to the right wing of the righteous army.

  And the right-wing righteous army, however, needs to be slowly defeated and confused by the Jin army. Otherwise, if the left wing of the Jin army launches a surprise attack, the 100,000 well-trained young civilians on their side will likely flee in disarray, which would also lead to a decline in morale for the entire right-wing righteous army, or even collapse.

  Now neither side of the left wing dares to let go and fight, but the righteous army's left wing cannot remain stationary forever. If they do not make a move, the Pu family slaves will discover that the righteous army's left wing is a paper tiger that can be blown away with one puff.

  The Jin army has been pursuing the righteous army for many days and is very tired. Now they are fighting with their backs to the water, and after such a long battle, the officers and soldiers are exhausted, and the military heart will be chaotic. Therefore, as long as the righteous army gains time, the main force of the right-wing righteous army kills a large number of Jin soldiers, and the Jin army will naturally collapse.

  Standing here watching the excitement is definitely not going to work. The left wing's troops are sent to fight, but they can't win. You can't win, and you still want to fight, so how do you fight?

  Zhaodu's method was the best, using a small team to attack in shifts, both fighting and consuming time, but the Jin army still couldn't grasp the actual strength of the Yi army's left wing. Unable to gauge the situation, Pu Jia Nu didn't dare launch a fatal blow, thus falling into a dilemma. The longer they dragged on, the more unfavorable it was for the Jin army, while becoming increasingly advantageous for the Yi army.

  It's just that this method is very cruel, and the loss of the small team is extremely heavy, but Zhao Jun uses Bohai people and Khitan people, so the righteous army will not have much resistance in their hearts. In this way, it can prevent the Jin army from understanding its own bottom line, and it will not cause resistance in the heart of the righteous army, which is the best method.

  Facing Jin Bing, Zhao Xun's clever tactics of feigning weakness and then striking back to defeat the enemy clearly showed that he had a deep understanding of the battlefield, and also revealed another side of his character.

  This group of barbarian soldiers won't do it, I'd be sending myself to death for nothing, they naturally won't do it. But they don't dare disobey military orders, disobeying military orders means decapitation, isn't that equivalent to handing over their heads with both hands?

  Zhao Ju had patience this time and said it again. Several low-ranking officers of the barbarian soldiers lowered their heads, but still didn't speak. Zhao Ju shouted: "Are you listening to orders?" Still no sound.

  Zhao Yun rushed to the imperial guards behind him and waved his hand, saying: "Those who do not follow orders will be beheaded." Several imperial guards rushed up and pressed those low-ranking military officers to the ground, tying them up. Those low-ranking officers were extremely frightened and begged for mercy repeatedly.

  "Cut him down!" Zhao Xun roared in anger. Xiao Dao led the charge, pinning a Wu general to the ground with his foot, and brought his battle knife slashing down. The other bodyguards also raised their knives, each one taking down an enemy. In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, heads rolling on the ground.

  Zhao Zhu's face turned iron-green, gritting his teeth and saying: "Take the head, inform all the officers and soldiers of each camp, if there is anyone who disobeys military orders again, they will be executed together. I want to see if these barbarian soldiers dare to disobey orders." Then he turned his face to look at Gao Baoshan, who was both shocked and angry, and sternly asked: "Is this the kind of soldier you brought? A bunch of useless cowards?"

  A person under another's roof dare not raise his head high; the lives of both his son and himself are in someone else's hands, so Gao Baoshan can only kneel down and admit his mistake.

  Soon, several imperial guards held up bloody heads and ran back and forth in the formation, shouting loudly, "Kill!" The sound of killing was endless. Seeing that those who disobeyed orders were really beheaded, all the barbarian soldiers were shocked.

  Gao Bao Shan was no longer pretending to obey orders at this time. He selected a few tough soldiers from the hundred men and immediately promoted them to officers, continuing to carry out the suicidal order.

  In this way, one hundred soldiers carrying flags and holding the newly issued weapons moved cautiously towards the enemy lines. Shields in front, crossbowmen in the middle, and swordsmen on both sides.

  The Jin army opposite was somewhat bewildered, the rebel army had at least a million men, but they sent out only a hundred people, what did they come for? They hadn't encountered such a thing before, especially the main general of the Jin army, Pu Jiasou, who was even more perplexed. Had the Song rebel army gone mad? Were they coming to deliver themselves to death? Or was there another trick up their sleeve? Never mind, first take out bows and arrows to wait in ambush.

  "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" countless sounds pierced the air as thousands of arrows shot out, blocking out the sun and descending with a fierce whistle. "Run...!" someone suddenly bellowed, and then the great flag was thrown down, one hundred elite soldiers turned around and ran, sprinting wildly.

  "Deserters will be beheaded." Zhao Kuang's face turned red with rage, and he loudly commanded his personal soldiers: "Raise your bows, kill them for me!"

  Wang Jin was the most loyal to Zhao Chen, and with a single order, long arrows shot out like rain, covering the sky and earth. The barbarian soldiers didn't even dream that their own people would kill them, and one by one they fell down without warning, instantly falling in large numbers. The remaining dozens who hadn't died were wounded, their livers and gallbladders shattered, and with a "hula" sound they desperately fled along the front lines of the two armies.

  "Kill them, not a single one is left." Zhao Jun waved his hand, and the small knife led dozens of guards to chase up on horseback. The crossbow arrows whizzed, and the fleeing soldiers were no longer standing. In front of the two armies' formation, whether it was the Jin army or the righteous army, they all changed color in shock.

  Seeing the righteous army killing their own people, the golden army did not rejoice in their misfortune. On the contrary, they were very afraid, the righteous army's discipline was so strict, and the next wave of attacks would be even more terrifying.

  The soldiers of the righteous army, especially the foreign soldiers, were even more frightened. The usually gentle and refined General Wang Qian sheng was furious this time, not scolding people, but beheading them! And it's still in batches, if this unlucky thing happens to oneself, what should I do? After weighing the pros and cons, there is only one way to sacrifice one's life to kill, killing well, preserving one's life, and then getting rich. It's much better than being executed by your own people with the crime of fleeing in battle.

  Just then, Zhao Yun charged out of the battle array on horseback. At this time, Xiaodao followed closely behind with a group of personal guards. In addition, there was also a group of translators who acted as loudspeakers.

  Zhao Yun rode his horse at full gallop to the front of the formation, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Who is your enemy? Who destroyed your country? Who enslaved you? Slaughtered you and owed you a debt of blood?"

  "Jurchen people……!" The imperial guards shouted in unison, their angry roars echoing in the ears of the barbarian soldiers. "Who slaughtered your relatives, raped your wives and daughters? Who burned your houses, stole your cattle and sheep?"

  "Jurchen people……!" Under the translators' loud cries, the soldiers of the foreign army understood, their hatred in their hearts was ignited, and the anger stored in their bodies began to burn, shouting voices tore their hearts apart, and the blood and tears in their hearts suddenly poured out.

  "Who forced you to sacrifice your lives for them, who forced you to abandon your wives and children?" "The Jurchen people...!" The thousands of barbarian soldiers shouted in unison. The Liao Kingdom was destroyed, the country was broken, and families were torn apart. Attacking the Song Dynasty was just a way for them to vent their grievances on the people of the Great Song, but they still had hatred towards the Jin army. At this moment, under Zhao's and his loyal soldiers' shouting, the barbarian soldiers' pent-up anger finally erupted.

  Zhao Kuang suddenly tightened the reins, and his warhorse stood up on its hind legs, neighing loudly. Zhao Kuang's body hung in mid-air as he brandished his sword and shouted wildly: "Who is your enemy?"

  "Jurchen...! Jurchen...! Jurchen...!" One by one, the barbarians' hidden resentment in their hearts suddenly erupted. Suddenly, they yearned to kill the Jurchens, yearning to wash away the accumulated hatred with Jurchen blood.

  In the rear battlefield, the whistling arrow rose again. In an instant, a deafening roar burst into the sky, "Kill Jin Gou...!" The roar of one million young men was like thunder in spring, shaking the heavens.

  Zhao Yun flew back to his own camp on horseback, pointing at Gao Biao Shan and shouting loudly: "Send out a hundred soldiers and horses to attack and kill the Jin army's main camp." Gao Biao Shan didn't say another word, turned his horse around and left to find people.

  At this time, Gao Baosan's subordinate, the Khitan general Xiao Deli, rode forward on horseback and respectfully requested: "King Xiang, please give them the best weapons. We Khitans are willing to charge into battle for Your Majesty, even if it means sacrificing our lives."

  "Sound the drums!" Zhao Yun shouted, waving his hand. The messenger flew like an arrow towards the rear battle array. "Beat the drums..."

  Xiao Deli turned his horse's head, gazing at the Jin army's battle formation in front of him. With a forceful swing of his arm, he said to the soldiers below: "Let the Jurchen people see that we Khitan are not afraid of life and death, and have a strong iron will."

  Inside the camp, 100 men walked out of the main formation, from the commander to the soldiers, with no human color on their faces. After all, this was a journey to send them to death, and even if they were brave, they would still be afraid. However, there was no turning back now, since the Liao army commander had abandoned them to the Jin State, their lives had lost all security. They were like fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered in a pen, possibly dying at any moment.

  Now the Prince of Great Song, Zhao Chen, this killing god is standing behind with a bloody war knife, even if they want to shrink their heads to save their lives, it's impossible, Zhao Chen won't let them live.

  Fortunately, the shouting just now stirred up the hatred in their hearts, and the boiling hot blood began to flow in their bodies. Since it's a dead end anyway, they might as well rush forward and die in revenge.

  "Boom, boom, boom......!" "Oooooh......!" The war drums beat loudly, and the charging bugle shook the sky. "Kill the golden dog......!" The soldiers of each army shouted in unison, cheering on the brave foreign warriors.

  One hundred soldiers rushed out, they were very experienced. Under the leadership of Wu Chang, five people formed a team, with shields protecting their bodies, long spears held high, and axe-wielding guards on both sides. One hundred men, twenty teams, each team spaced five steps apart, forming a long snake-like shape, sprinting at high speed. In this way, when the enemy's arrows whizzed in, the loss of personnel could be minimized to the least, just waiting for them to rush out of the range covered by the enemy's arrow array, they could engage in close combat with the enemy soldiers.

  Seeing the performance of the vanguard, the leaders of the righteous army all looked ashamed. Looking at the enemy's attacking formation, even if only a hundred people charged, they could kill and wound the enemy. In contrast, their own troops, although also formed into columns, had no formation to speak of, and no coordination. On the battlefield, they were nothing but cannon fodder.

  It's not that the soldiers are incompetent, but rather the commanders of the righteous army are useless and don't know how to train or when to use what tactics to kill the enemy. Feeling ashamed yet secretly relieved, fortunately today the main force was made up of Tang soldiers, and the main force of the righteous army still adopted the method of surprise attack and ambush. Otherwise, this battle would have been impossible to fight, a head-on confrontation, the righteous army is not an opponent for the Tang army.

  Golden armor arrows shot out, shocking the enemy. Twenty teams of barbarian soldiers suddenly stopped, shields held high, like twenty large turtles squatting in front of the array.

  The arrow shower landed, the turtle shell's impact surface was limited, and it did not suffer heavy casualties. Taking advantage of the interval between the arrow showers, the 20 small teams rushed forward like galloping horses, continuing to advance. The arrow shower rose again, the turtle shell crouched again, still without a single hair being injured.

  The soldiers of the righteous army, including the personal guards of King Xian, were all stunned. Those who had received regular training and those who had defected halfway were indeed different. Just look at these barbarian soldiers, although they were defeated generals, it was because they were ambushed from behind and faced several times more righteous soldiers that their morale was scattered and they surrendered. Today, looking at the strength of these barbarian soldiers, it's astonishing.

  Soon, twenty soldiers rushed out of the arrow array and killed the enemy soldiers. For a time, the killing sounds rose, these barbarian soldiers who knew they had come and gone completely went crazy, killing one to earn one, fighting with their lives.

  Looking at the enemy soldiers across from him, Zhao Yun felt a bit down. He had better strategies for training his troops and various tactics for battle formations. However, due to the guerrilla warfare of the righteous army and not having established his own foundation and prestige at first, he never had the opportunity to train elite soldiers. Looking at how the enemy soldiers and the Jin soldiers coordinated with each other in battle, while he always needed to use multiple times more troops to launch surprise attacks to win, he knew he had to change his strategy from now on.

  Training troops is easy to say but hard to do. First, you need time, a place and enough food and fodder to train soldiers and horses. So everything needs a place.

  Thinking of the territory, Zhao Kuang also thought of Wang Yan. He had sent several letters to Wang Yan by fast horse to gather together and resist the Jin army. However, Wang Yan completely ignored his letters. At this time, Wang Yan had abandoned tens of thousands of civilians and led his elite troops across the river to head south to Kaifeng. Wang Yan defected to Zong Ze, and now Zhao Kuang's military strength was limited, so he could only use various tactics to fight against the Jin army.

  Zhao Zhuang came back to his senses, "You..." Zhao Zhuang pointed with his whip at Gao Baoshan and said: "Send out two more troops, prepare to continue the slaughter."

  Do you want to kill more? Do you want to send more troops to their deaths? Seeing Zhao Chen continuing to give orders, even Zhao Bangjie was shocked and looked at Zhao Chen, wanting to ask for a reason.

  But Gao Bao Shan saw the small knife in his hand, with blood on the battle knife, and he was choked in his heart. He also swallowed back what he wanted to say. The lives of the soldiers are not worth anything? You want people to die, but you have to come up with a better plan. This method is too chilling, isn't it?

  Zhao Bangjie urged his horse forward and said, "Qian Shou, if we keep fighting like this, isn't it inappropriate?" "I won't always fight like this." Zhao Chen smiled and pointed to the enemy formation of the Jin army in front.

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