"Drums! One more Meng'an! Wanyan Agu, who was sitting on a horse two miles away from the battlefield, put down the binoculars, this scene was not unexpected by him, after all, the opposite side was the well-known Great Song New Army, it was impossible to collapse at the touch of a button, if it was taken with a charge, there would definitely be fraud.

"Bo Jilie, do you want the soldiers and horses of all ethnic groups to rush first?" Hearing the commander's order, the Jurchen general next to him frowned. It's not that hard battles have not been fought, and scenes of heavy casualties have not been seen before. But the ruthlessness of the Song army in front of him was a little too much, and a charge was four or five hundred casualties, which was too distressing.

"Look across the river, it's the battlefield where they are needed, it's just a temptation. The other side has a very shrewd manager, who knows how to play up his strengths and avoid weaknesses, and wants to make us shrink back with long-range shooting. The longer this battle drags on, the higher our casualties will be, and the Song army will only consume some arrows. ”

Wanyan Aguda handed the telescope in his hand to the deputy general next to him, the south bank of the Fei River had been shrouded in a faint mist all morning, and now it finally dispersed, and from the telescope, you could faintly see a thin black line on the gentle slope three or four miles away from the north bank.

"Why didn't the Song people dig ditches by the river, wouldn't it be more advantageous to rely on the river?" Although it was a little far away to see what the black line was, the adjutant general also had the answer in his heart, and the new army was digging a ditch on the south bank of the river.

"There are more generals of the Song people than you think, the east of the river is a stretch of mountains, and the west of the river is a vast swamp, if you line up here, if you are defeated, there is no way to escape. Retreat three or four miles, less than five miles away from Shimen Pass, no matter whether you win or lose, you can retreat with your whole body. ”

Wanyan Aguta is just thirty years old, and he has been fighting with his father since he was thirteen or fourteen years old, and he has rich experience in fighting on various terrains. Since he came to Ruzhou City, he sent scouts to explore in the east, west and south directions.

He also personally led the guards to arrive at Shimen Pass, and had an intuitive understanding of the battlefield terrain. As a result, there are several ways to arrange troops, and the current Song generals use one of them, which is not the best, but it is not the worst.

"Bo Ji Fierce is worthy of the Jurchen eagle, soaring in the sky, and the pika has no way to escape. But the last general doesn't understand why not stick to this place, and when the Youzhou forbidden army cuts off the back road, the new army will be chaotic, and then our army will cover up the past, wouldn't it be easier? ”

Regardless of the cultural differences between the Song people, the Dangxiang people, the Khitan people, or the Jurchen people, the skills of sycophants are all the same. This deputy general shot very well, comparing the coach to Liaodong Haidongqing, and the Song people said that Hong Tao was a star and went down to earth.

"Hahahaha...... Abrupt, the Song people are not credible. Victory has always been won by fighting with a soldier and a horse, a knife and an axe, and what we Jurchens want, we just have to take it ourselves, why wait for the enemy to give it away? ”

Thousands of clothes are not worn, and Wanyan Aguda knew that what the deputy general said was not true, and he couldn't help laughing. However, there are also worries behind the laughter, the Jurchen generals have nothing to say about fighting, they are not afraid of death, brave and invincible, but playing politics is far behind, their temperament is too straight, and they can't be calculated if they twist and turn.

The root cause is that there are too few learned people, although the Jurchen tribes have been strong and strong in recent years, the development time is short, and the foundation is shallow, it is easy to fight this country, but it is not so easy to rely on these people to defend it.

My father wanted to divide the land into pieces and give them to the tribes to rule by themselves, according to the custom of the Jurchens. But this can be done in the mountains of eastern Liaodong, but it is not suitable for such a vast land, and the consequences are too great.

His own opinion is to reuse the Khitan vassals, fully absorb their ruling experience, and then learn from the Great Song Dynasty, and take the ready-made routines to change. Then vigorously develop education and train the Jurchens themselves to read, so that the country can really function normally.

"Bo Jilie, the Song people have escaped!" Thinking about it, the crackling sounds, horse hooves, shouts, and screams from the battlefield were automatically filtered, until the deputy general reached out and pulled the reins of the horse, and Wanyan Aguda woke up from his state of trance.

"Let the two charging Meng'an not be in a hurry to rest, go back to cover the killing, and prevent the Song people from burning the bridge!" As soon as I took the binoculars and put them on my eyes, the situation on the battlefield was immediately clear.

Although it withstood the charge of tens of thousands of cavalry, these thousands of new troops had obviously become the end of the crossbow, taking advantage of the gap between the charging troops and the whole team, some soldiers began to climb out of the ravine and flee in the direction of the Fu River.

This is the case on the battlefield, if everyone grits their teeth and resists it, no one will be too afraid of death, but whenever one person escapes, there will be a second or third immediately.

This is the case with the new homes on the north bank of the Fu River, where there are more and more deserters, and you can see from the binoculars that someone is blocking them, but they can't stop them at all, and in the end they can only run together with the flow of people, or be knocked to the ground by the deserters, which is useless.

The new army was defeated? That's right, it should not be said defeated, but a rout! Groups of soldiers climbed out of the trenches and ran desperately towards the assembly of horses, throwing muskets, helmets, and backpacks everywhere, and there was no formation or organization at all, and whoever rode the horse first crossed the river first, and no one cared about anyone.

"Great general, great general...... I still have textbooks in my backpack, can I get them back? Among these deserters are Wang Thirty-three and Zhao Yu, Zhao Yu is still reluctant to run, he also put two shots just now, although he can't see the shooting effect, but the blood all over his body has been heated with the barrel of the gun, and the initial fear has disappeared.

"Take a fart! Hurry up and get on the horse, if your uncle knows that you have disobeyed the military order, no matter how brilliant your homework is, you will be whipped! ”

Wang Thirty-three would not let the soldiers of the new army take risks for a few books, so he grabbed Zhao Yu by the neck and sent him to the horse's back, and slapped him on the horse's buttocks, and then got on the horse himself, followed behind in the pre-arranged order, and walked towards the bridge where he should go.

For this reason, the training began two days ago, and three sets of contingency plans were arranged to take into account all kinds of accidents that might occur, and the only purpose was to pay the minimum price and obtain the best results.

These backpacks, helmets, and muskets are the cost of fraud, and the ammunition is ...... No, the new army that came to the north bank of the river to be bait only brought fifty rounds of ammunition per person, and more than half of them have been consumed so far, and if they don't run, they really can't run.

On the south bank of the Yan River, Wang Thirty-four also stood on the roof of the box car with a telescope to watch the battle situation, and there were more than a dozen staff officers and battalion commanders around him, all of whom held binoculars in their hands.

To say that the new army is much more generous than the Jin soldiers, the platoon and above military management telescopes, sextants, drawing boards, and short guns are standard. Moreover, the binoculars of the new army looked more delicate and larger than those imitated by the Tanguts. This is already the fifth generation of telescopes, eight times, which can see men and women from five miles away.

"Light two horns and raise the hot air balloon!" Seeing that his sister's forward battalion was beginning to rout, Thirty-Four put down his binoculars and gave the order. Regardless of whether Thirty-Three can be safely returned, this battle must be fought according to plan.

These two horns are to inform the principal hiding in the reeds that the first step of the plan has been successful! The delay in raising the hot air balloon is for fear of making the enemy think too much, after all, this thing is quite scary, and the principal specially told him not to use it until the enemy has not launched the whole army.

"Smack...... Uncle, two cannons! "The changes on the battlefield ...... Hong Tao couldn't see it, and could only hear the crisp sound of Zhao Ji slapping mosquitoes.

At this time, he was sitting on the horse to fish, the bait was still a tender reed core, the effect was not very good, fishing all morning, only one grass carp barely enough standard, so that Baga drew a knife on the spot to make a fish tart, sprinkled with a little fine salt into Baga and his stomach.

Zhao Ji doesn't like to eat raw meat very much, and prefers canned food. Coupled with mental stress and mosquito harassment, there is no appetite. The mosquitoes in the reeds are also hooligans, and a solid muscular man like Baga doesn't bite, so he likes to patronize Xiao Xianrou, and Zhao Ji is about to be bitten into a pig's head.

"If you put mud on your face, the mosquitoes won't bite." In fact, it's not that mosquitoes are lustful, but that the soldiers of the New Army and Hong Tao themselves are mud people, and their faces are covered with mud, only Zhao Ji cherishes his face and refuses to let the disgusting and smelly mud come into close contact with his skin.