Chapter 1: The Awakening of Shin Wang...

  Under the night sky, fierce flames are burning, surging smoke is boiling. Rolling fire waves swallow the lives of Xi Ren Jinbing. The righteous army surrounds and kills, Xi Ren Jinbing resists. Fierce battles, wars, massacres! Time flies by quickly.

  The three battlefields of the Righteous Army and the Khitan Golden Soldiers were all bogged down in a fierce struggle. Although the Khitan Golden Army was initially caught off guard and surrounded by the Righteous Army, they suffered heavy casualties under the attack of fire, traps, and arrows.

  However, even after they were consumed in part, their numbers were not much less than those of the righteous army. The numerical advantage of the King's Righteous Army was limited after all, and it was difficult to give the enemy a fatal blow in the shortest time.

  As the Xianbei general Jin Bing was under heavy pressure, he gradually formed a dense battle array. He abandoned his attempt to break through and instead formed an array to defend himself to the death, holding out for reinforcements.

  This place is only a few dozen miles away from the Fushan defense line, and Wanyan Wen's reinforcements still have over 9,000 troops. Most importantly, Xiao Gan, the king of the Jie people, still has 2,000 elite soldiers. Even if they crawl, Xiao Gan's 2,000 elites can still make it here. With this mindset, the Jie people's Golden Army is desperately holding on in the intense battle, waiting bitterly. The sound of drums and bugles calling for reinforcements echoes through the night sky.

  At this time, the leaders of the righteous army were facing a stalemate on three fronts and were anxious. But they had no more troops in their hands, except for the 5,000 barbarian soldiers under Gao Bao Shan's command, including Yizhou, Bohai, Khitan and other ethnic groups, who were defending against the Jurchen army led by Wanyan Wen outside. This time, to deal with the Jurchen army, they had put all their troops into battle.

  There is no army left, and the only thing to do about the war situation is to wait, and can only pray for a miracle. Gao Yunfei, Ma Zheng and others are getting more and more nervous, everyone has a feeling of suffocation. As long as Xiao Gan dares to lead the remaining troops to charge down the mountain and support any battlefield, that battlefield will have problems, or Wanyan Wen will lead his army to make a desperate rescue, then they will lose everything.

  At this time, Zhao Xun was not tense at all. He sat cross-legged on the map, his left hand holding a large sea bowl and his right hand holding a flying knife, fully focused on practicing the technique of throwing flying knives, undistracted. He was deaf to the fierce killing sounds around him, probably because he had made progress in throwing flying knives, his face wore a smile, and from time to time he would shout insults with great satisfaction.

  General Xin Wang is calm and composed, talking and laughing with the demeanor of a great general, which is a good thing. But the key issue is that you need to come up with a solution to solve the problem.

  "General..." A young military officer from the Black Mountain army hastily walked into Zhao Kun's large tent, interrupting his practice of throwing flying knives. The young officer bowed and said: "Sir, General Gao Bao Shan of the rear army has sent a letter, saying that the Jurchen troops under Wan Yan Wen's command have assembled."

  Zhao Jun grunted and stopped talking. "General, General Gao is asking you..."

  "Tell him, don't worry, Wanyan Wen's golden dog won't dare to come over now." Zhao Chen laughed and interrupted his words, saying: "Let the people who called him sleep well, tomorrow afternoon when Wanyan Wen sees that we have occupied Fushan, he will definitely become a fisherman, then there will be a bitter battle to fight."

  Gao Yunshan hesitated for a moment, walked up to Zhao Song and suggested in a low voice: "General, why not bring some troops from the rear army?"

  "It's not necessary." Zhao Xun smiled and shook his head. "Firstly, the reinforcements led by Wanyan Wen are a motley crew, they didn't dare to come over only because we have 5,000 Khitan soldiers blocking them. Secondly, our opponents are the Jurchen-led Golden Army, many of the surrendered Khitan soldiers are actually Jurchens, if we let them fight against their former lord, I'm afraid they will all rebel. It's better not to mobilize them."

  "General, we must break the stalemate as soon as possible." Ma Zheng also walked over and pointed to the distant battlefield, saying: "The Jurchen army knows they will definitely die and refuse to surrender. Even if we shout ourselves hoarse, it's useless. We should quickly withdraw troops from the rear army to reinforce us instead. The Khitan reinforcements in the rear have only a paltry 10,000 men, and Wanyan Wen is very timid, so at night they dare not take risks and attack. Moreover, we have built many defensive facilities in the rear, which are enough to withstand the Khitans."

  "There's no need for that." Zhao Xun smiled and said, "Organize those three thousand idlers, let them shout and see how big the commotion is. I don't believe that even if they become the dogs of the Golden Army, they won't be afraid to die."

  Ma Zheng and Gao Yunfei hastened to send someone to take care of it after hearing this.

  At this time, Gao Yun hurriedly came and said: "General, General Wang Jin of the Dragon Wolf Army has sent a message that the Jurchen infantry was too crowded and turned into a turtle array, and the cavalry could not move. In order to reduce unnecessary casualties, he wants to surround but not attack, so as to withdraw more horse troops to intercept the Jurchen reinforcements."

  Upon hearing his words, Zhao Yun slightly furrowed his brow. He had originally hoped that Wang Jin's cavalry would inflict maximum casualties on the Jurchen-led infantry. But now he couldn't shake off the Jurchen-led infantry, and he must change tactics.

  "Tell Wang Jin to continue pouring fire oil on me, surround but not attack, and send 30,000 mixed-rice eaters to take up arms against me. Before the battle, mobilize the generals and soldiers to give me a thorough mobilization, they must be told that they will cry bitterly. They will launch a surprise attack on the Golden Army from a height, let Wang Jin lead out 2,000 dragon wolf troops to support other two places. Let Wang Jin personally lead 3,000 cavalry to intercept Xiao Gan, and make sure that the Khitan army is empty in Fushan, so that we can smoothly take down Fushan three strongholds."

  The mobilization generals were personally trained by Zhao Song from people who could speak and reason. Most of them were beautiful widows and men with high prestige. They are equivalent to the existence of political commissars. Anyway, their role is to brainwash before the war, deeply imprinting everyone's hatred for the Jin army in their minds. In this way, the morale of a group of strong soldiers will be boosted. To protect their homes and countries, as well as their brothers, sisters, and families, they will fight to the death without fear of death.

  "Wolf smoke rises, Jiangshan looks north......" 30,000 mobilized generals' passionate blood boiled as the righteous army's strong men sang military songs and went to the front line, replacing Ma Jun.

  On the left mountain of Fushan. Time flies, and in a short time, the Jie army was ambushed by the rebel army and fell into a desperate situation. The Jie people fought hard on three battlefields, but they could not make any progress or retreat easily. They could only fight bloody battles with the rebel army in the flames and under the rain of arrows. However, the rebel army seemed to have limited strength, and they failed to gain an absolute advantage on all three battlefields, and were stuck in a stalemate with the Jie army.

  On the floating mountain, Xiao Gan, who had not much military strength left, thought that he did not need to hesitate anymore. At this time, even those opposing Jie troops' commanders who were afraid of death changed their minds. If the righteous army had the strength at this moment, they would have ended a battle on the battlefield as quickly as possible and freed up their forces, thus securing victory.

  In this way, the Jin army on other battlefields can be annihilated, and even the victory can be used to attack Fushan. In short, we can take a stand without defeat. At least it won't be like now, with troops scattered across three battlefields, that's just looking for death. Even someone who doesn't know how to use troops knows this strategy.

  So, Xiao Gan thought that the righteous army really had no more troops, and he immediately decided to send reinforcements. The three strongholds of Fushan must each leave behind 500-600 men and horses for defense, it's impossible to empty them completely. Therefore, Xiao Gan sent out his last thousand elite cavalrymen to reinforce.

  "Woooo..." The horn sounded, the long horn echoed in the dark night sky, desolate and profound, revealing a sense of dullness and heart-stirring shock.

  One thousand elite Jurchen cavalrymen had been waiting impatiently. Upon hearing the order, they immediately galloped forward with a loud whooshing sound. The one-thousand-strong cavalry charged down like thunder, their deafening hoofbeats shaking the mountains.

  At this time, Wang Jin raised his head and looked forward. The elite cavalry of the Golden Army, like a fire dragon, suddenly rushed out from the night sky. The Xianbei horse army came down from the mountain ridge, whistling all the way, the horses' hooves trampling the ground, the rumbling earthquake showing an unstoppable momentum.

  Wang Jin's eyes gleamed with a fierce and murderous aura, as he turned his head to look towards the rear of his own troops. Behind him was the Dragon Wolf Army cavalry, the most trusted by King Xian, over 3,000 men forming a vast and dense black mass that covered the mountains and fields.

  The elite cavalry reinforcements of the Xianbei general Jin Bing were approaching. "Attack..." King Jin's right hand clenched into a fist and swung down with all his might, "attack..." Under King Jin's long, loud shout, the warriors loosened their reins, the warhorses let out a frantic whinny, and galloped out like lightning. "Kill!" "Kill the Golden Dog!" For a time, the cries of slaughter shook the heavens.

  The cavalrymen of the Righteous Army and the Khitan Golden Sword were getting closer and closer, with the knights on horseback leaning forward, holding their weapons in hand, as the wind whizzed past their ears. The war horses under the knights' croups suddenly lifted all four hooves off the ground, instantly reaching top speed.

  "Boom......" The two armies met, the war horses neighed, the knights' miserable cries and shouting voices suddenly rang out. "Kill......!" Wang Jin led the charge, his big knife swooped through the air, a Xianbei golden soldier's head flew up with red blood, spraying fresh blood flying everywhere in the night sky.

  The war horse let out a loud whinny, the battle knife rose again, and a Jie soldier's head was chopped off, his body falling from the horse. The righteous army cavalry rushed over, trampling him underfoot, and in an instant there were no bones left.

  The cavalry of the righteous army were mostly gun-riding cavalry, with long guns slanting forward one by one. The long guns were like forests, and the blades were like rainbows. The dragon wolf military cavalry rushed through the horse team of the Xi people's golden soldiers, and the knights of the Xi people's golden soldiers fell down one after another, falling off their horses.

  "Kill...!" "Kill the Golden Dog!" The Dragon Wolf Riders' warriors roared like thunder, charging forward fearlessly. The righteous army's cavalry spread out across the mountains and fields, their large flags dancing wildly in the flames.

  On the battlefield where reinforcements and righteous troops are fighting, the most elite thousand cavalry of the Xianbei people are fighting fiercely with the righteous army. But this righteous army is too powerful, and their numbers are three times that of the Xianbei people alone. They beat the Xianbei people until they were covered in blood and fled in disarray.

  "We've been had." "Urgent report to the Great King, it's still possible to withdraw the troops now." In the mountain stronghold, all the Xianbei tribal leaders were saying this to Xiao Gan. At this moment, Xiao Gan deeply regretted that he shouldn't have lightly sent out the main force, and now it was too late for regrets.

  At this time, Xiao Gan was disheartened and sat on his horse like a mud sculpture, with empty eyes that had lost their vitality. How could a mob of righteous army be so formidable? A surprise attack that was supposed to be a sure win ended up being such a debacle. The entire army was scattered across different battlefields, some were surrounded, some were ambushed, and some were trapped in a desperate struggle. His own Xianbei army had been completely wiped out.

  At this time, Wang Jin led more than 3,000 soldiers to break through the battle array of over 1,000 Xianbei and Jie troops who came to reinforce, and immediately rushed towards the left mountain camp of Fushan. The left mountain camp of Xianbei and Jie was immediately counter-attacked by the 3,000 Longwu cavalry soldiers of the righteous army, and the Xianbei and Jie did not even have time to close the drawbridge before the camps were occupied by the righteous army.

  The righteous army broke into the Jie people's Jinbing Left Mountain camp, and Wang Jing led the cavalry to fight everywhere, setting fires. The Jie people's Jinbing on the left mountain camp were mostly wooden houses and tents, which were easy to ignite and caught fire with a single spark.

  A great fire on the left mountain of Fushan, with the help of the strong wind from the mountains, the fire borrowed the wind, and the flames grew more intense, soon the fierce flames spread all over the mountain, illuminating the night sky.

  The generals and soldiers of the various righteous armies saw that their own army had already climbed up to the left mountain of the Khitan Golden Army, and the floating mountain defense line of the Khitan Golden Army was on the verge of collapse.

  "Blow the horn, blow the horn..." At this time, the leader of the Shenshan Army, Liu Xi, raised his gun and shouted wildly, the war horse stood up straight and neighed loudly, "The whole army attacks... Kill the Golden Dog! ...Kill the Golden Dog!"

  The horn of the vanguard sounded, and the morale of the righteous army was high. On each battlefield, countless people shouted and killed their way out, like a landslide, covering the sky and earth, rushing towards the Khitan golden armor.

  On the mountain slopes and in the stronghold, under the blazing flames, the soldiers of both armies galloped on horseback, killing each other in a frenzy. For a time, the sounds of slaughter and hoofbeats intertwined, forming wave after wave of thunderclaps, like mountains crumbling and earth splitting, shocking and stirring the heart.

  At this time, in the mountain valley. 30,000 young and strong militia held weapons in their hands, maintaining a dense phalanx formation to squeeze the enemy. The two sides were at a stalemate for a while, and then the infantry of the Khitan army heard the horn of reinforcements. Upon hearing that reinforcements had arrived, these people suddenly gained momentum, each one eager to move, wanting to retreat back to Fushan as soon as possible.

  The surrounding righteous army, however, did not yield at all and engaged in a desperate battle with the Jin soldiers. At this time, the commander of the Khitan Jin soldiers immediately ordered the Khitan infantrymen to break through the siege. There were 20,000 of them, and if they split up and broke through with all their might, the righteous army soldiers would not be able to stop them even if they used all their strength. Run, each relying on his luck, whoever can safely escape back to Fushan will have saved a life.

  "Break through, break through..." The infantry of the Xi Ren Jinbing suddenly dispersed from their turtle formation, and the officers and men of the Xi Ren Jinbing fled in groups of a hundred or several dozen towards Mount Fushan.

  "Pursue! After them......" Ma Zheng yelled at the top of his lungs: "Cover and kill the Jin soldiers, cover and kill......"

  "The surrenderers will not be killed..." The generals and soldiers of the Xinyang Righteous Army shouted in Jurchen and Khitan languages. The prolonged fighting and numerous ambushes resulted in increasingly heavy casualties for the Qidan army, and they gradually became unable to withstand it. They had thought that the main force would follow up to rescue them, but after more than an hour passed, not even a shadow was seen, nor did they know whether they were surrounded or had been abandoned and retreated.

  At the moment of despair, the Xianbei righteous army saw the great fire on Fushan, which was too much for them to bear. The last thread of hope that had been supporting their persistence was completely shattered.

  Countless righteous troops gathered from all directions, a sea of people surrounded the valley on all sides, shouting loudly with all their might, "Those who surrender will not be killed..."

  Faced with the righteous army on all sides, faced with the fall of Fushan, and faced with the crisis situation of their own troops. The Khitan people who surrendered to the Jurchen-led Jin dynasty were finally terrified, they saw that the defeat was already settled, one by one they fled in disarray.

  As far as the eye could see, everywhere were righteous troops. The last bit of courage in the Xianbei people's hearts vanished instantly. Finally, someone dropped their weapons, knelt on the ground and began to surrender.

  Things were not as they had imagined, the righteous army did not slaughter them but instead charged forward. Since surrendering and laying down their arms could save their heads, there was no need to fight anymore. Under the siege of the righteous army, more and more Xianbei people surrendered, until finally, whole batches of them surrendered.

  Soon, under the chain reaction, many of the Xianbei soldiers surrendered. The militiamen finally had a greater use for their strength. They tied up the prisoners in groups of three to five and sent them to the prisoner-of-war camp.

  The ten thousand strong Manchu cavalry on the front line had just laid down their arms, when Zhao Ke hastily issued an order to quickly reassemble and rush to the central battlefield for battle.

  The Chinese army was on the front line. The besieged Righteous Army and 5,000 Khitan cavalry saw a huge fire suddenly burning on Fulu Mountain, which immediately changed the mentality of both sides. The soldiers of the Righteous Army were overjoyed and their morale surged, this battle had already been won, and Fulu Mountain was already in hand. They just waited to kill their way up Fulu Mountain, and the Righteous Army would be unstoppable, achieving victory.

  The Xianbei general Jin Bao and his men fell into despair. They had originally hoped that the infantry troops behind would come to their rescue, but they looked around in vain, unable to see anyone.

  At one time, the horns sounded in unison, and the Xianbei people began to fight to the death, launching a desperate attack on both sides of the mountain ridge, trying to break through. The battle suddenly became fierce.

  At this time, the various divisions of the righteous army had already heard the deafening cheers from the rear: "Xin Wang won...!" The shouting of "Victory!" was earth-shaking, and it turned out that the commander-in-chief had won. The battle in front had already ended, and all 10,000 Jin soldiers were annihilated. This boosted the morale of the various armies, and their attacks became exceptionally powerful.

  At this time, Zhao Kuang was about to lead his generals to the central battlefield when he suddenly saw a messenger rushing over. The messenger was excited and kept waving his hands and shouting: "Long live General Xin Wang, urgent report from the front!"

  Zhao Song immediately rode his horse over. "General, the Jin army's infantry has collapsed, and 20,000 Jin soldiers are fleeing in the direction of Fushan Mountain." The messenger was sweating profusely and gasping for breath: "Our cavalry is pursuing them, General Wang Jin requests that the general dispatch reinforcements to take advantage of the Jin army's chaos and quickly capture all of Fushan Mountain."

  "Order, everyone! Rush to Mount Float with the fastest speed to support General Wang Jin!" Zhao Ze made a decisive decision, putting all available forces into Mount Float, and taking down Mount Float first. After all, Mount Float was their goal.

  At this time, the Xī army was like a burst dam of floodwater, rushing along the narrow mountain path, fiercely colliding with the dike, while the righteous army was that dike, fighting against the Jin soldiers who were surging up from below.

  The soldiers of the righteous army and the Khitan army were all enraged, with sparks flying everywhere as weapons clashed, and the mournful cries echoed through the sky. Heads flew high into the air, and blood splattered everywhere.

  "Kill..." Countless soldiers from both sides rushed forward, turning into corpses that fell one after another. The righteous army's soldiers fought for their faith and homes, while the Jie troops fought for their lives; all were desperate!