The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 196: The trapped beast still fights, but ends sadly

Harmfulness is not allowed, and defensiveness is indispensable.

To be honest, Genghis Khan has been very good to him, giving him power and people when he asked for them, but Guo Jing cannot pin the future of the Han Dynasty in the hands of others. Genghis Khan is broad-minded and will not care about the small piece of land in front of him, but what about his successors and his descendants?
If you don't think about the future, you will have immediate worries. Guo Jing had to prepare for the future.

He had to go easy on this war for now and not hit the Jin people too hard. He had to let them save some strength to deal with the Song Dynasty. In this way, when he destroyed the Jin people in the future, he would be able to shrink the territory of the Song Dynasty as much as possible and reduce their strength, making it easier to unify the world in the future.

It was not until the sky in the distance turned pale that he came to his senses and realized that he had been sitting in the tent all night.

With the new idea, Guo Jing changed his combat strategy. He no longer fought so hastily and tried his best to preserve his strength. Fortunately, he sent out the troops in late autumn and recruited hundreds of thousands of civilians to ensure logistics. This was the slack season for farmers and would not delay farming.

On the official road, all kinds of livestock were coming and going. They were all cattle and sheep driven from Jinzhong and used for logistics. This was the combat habit of the nomadic peoples. They would eat wherever they fought, and grazing cattle and sheep with the army could reduce the pressure of logistics.

Historically, this is how they defeated foreign tribes and captured countless cattle and sheep. Nomadic peoples were not as numerous as those in the Central Plains, and their population was sparse, so they could not build such a large logistics system and could only do this. Guo Jing followed suit and absorbed some of the experience, making it a part of the army's logistics.

Time flies, and soon a month has passed. It is already winter, and the weather is freezing cold. It is a big challenge for the logistics of the Han army, but no matter what, they are still stronger than the Jin army in the city.

With an army of 50,000 and more than 200,000 civilians, the amount of food and fodder consumed every day was a huge number. In addition, the granaries around Luoyang were seized, cutting off the internal and external supplies. Even though the food supply had been strictly implemented, they still managed to hold on for more than a month before finally running out of ammunition and food.

Wanyan Baisa stood on the city wall, looking at the smoke rising from the Han army camp in the distance with a gloomy look in his eyes. Over the past month, both sides had used all kinds of methods to attack, defend and launch sneak attacks, and both sides had suffered losses.

Not long ago, the Han army sent people to shoot arrows into the city. Letters were tied to the arrows, which contained information about the Jin Kingdom's relocation of its capital.

The news spread among the army like a plague. The siege of the isolated city and the lack of food and grass had already dealt a heavy blow to their morale. Now they learned that the Jin Kingdom had moved its capital and completely abandoned them. The defenses of the defenders in the city collapsed in a short time.

Sun Tzu's Art of War says: "To conquer the enemy without fighting is the best of all strategies." Therefore, the best strategy is to attack the enemy's plans, the next best is to attack their alliances, the next best is to attack their troops, and the worst is to attack their cities. Another military expert said: "Attacking cities is the worst, attacking their hearts is the best."

Guo Jing had received the news a long time ago but had kept it secret until now, waiting to spread the news in order to make this news the last straw that broke the camel's back. If it had been released earlier, it would not have had such an effect.

In his peripheral vision, the Jin soldiers guarding the city were no longer as vigilant as before. They were lazy and slack, barely maintaining their posture.

At this time, he couldn't help but sigh, "A letter has destroyed the morale of tens of thousands of troops. This man is worthy of being a strong enemy of our Jin Kingdom!"

Even though there was no food in Luoyang City, there were still livestock, and even some things could be used as military rations. His purpose was only to buy time for the Jin Kingdom, but the enemy did not give him this opportunity.

Thinking of this, Wanyan Baisa's eyes flashed with determination, "Pass the order down, slaughter all the livestock and let them eat their fill. Tomorrow, I will personally lead the army to break through!"

Soon, the Jin army slaughtered the few livestock in the city and used up all the stored food, and the soldiers had a hearty meal.

When the old soldiers saw the meal with meat, they fell silent and ate without saying a word. Only the new recruits did not know why and were immersed in rare joy.

As the sky just began to turn pale, the gates of Luoyang city burst open. Wanyan Baisa led hundreds of cavalrymen in a charge, followed closely by a large group of infantrymen holding spears and shields.

The guards rushed into the tent, "Here they are, Lord! The Jin thieves have finally broken through!"

Guo Jing's eyes lit up with surprise, "Okay, tell all the generals to follow me to meet the enemy!"

The Jin army came out of the three city gates and attacked the Han army camp.

This time, it was not a small fight, but a real deployment of all military forces.

Soon, shouts and cries of killing filled the dark night.

"kill!"

The Jin army now had only one thought in mind: to break out. Only by breaking out could they survive.

Without reinforcements or food, the army's morale was low, but Wanyan Baisa organized a group of mournful soldiers. Countless roars and shouts shook the wilderness. The running figures had no formation and no restraint. They were like a torrent that destroyed a dam. In a moment, they violently swept towards the front line of tens of thousands of people, and the ground was shaking under the feet of countless running people.

The troops at several gates of Luoyang were being mobilized. People gathered, generals organized themselves into teams, and then left in different directions in waves.

Outside the Han army camp, Wanyan Baisa was surrounded by hundreds of cavalrymen and charged into the battle formation. He rode his horse and charged forward at full speed. A cold wind was blowing from outside. Behind him were hundreds of cavalrymen, who were also the only cavalrymen left in Luoyang city.

Passing through the city gate, through the gazes of those who were watching, the cold wind blew across the sky, "Break out!"

Driven by the desire to survive, the soldiers slammed their weapons on their armor, and the hundreds of cavalrymen around him roared in unison, and their morale rose visibly. In fact, there were only a few thousand people around him. In addition to the hundreds of cavalrymen, these thousands of infantrymen were the most elite troops in the city.

Wanyan Baisa must make a desperate effort while he still has strength left, as success or failure depends entirely on God's will.

The sound spread around the evacuating crowd, spread into the distance, and echoed in the army formation. Wanyan Baisa, wearing white armor, drew the long sword from his waist, tapped the horse's belly lightly, and headed forward.

"Boom!"

However, before they reached the enemy camp, a black line slowly appeared at the end of the sky and the earth, swarming out of the camp. It was a mighty army, with countless footsteps making a dull roar, and the cold weapons reflected on the armor, and the aura of iron horses emanated. The messenger knights came and went, conveying the orders issued by the upper levels on the huge front.

Wanyan Baisa looked at these soldiers and felt a sense of crisis and confusion. This army came too quickly and was too well-organized. Why had he never heard that Guo Jing had such an army?
"Xilulu!"

The horse neighed loudly, and the man stood up. His voice spread through the wind. He raised his gun and pointed it at the huge army slowly advancing in front of him. The sound resounded through the sky.

"go home!"

The horse's hooves swirled up the dirt, and he rushed out with his gun raised, shouting in a loud and clear voice: "Go home!"

This battle was not for killing the enemy, but for survival. Before breaking out, Wanyan Baisa told them that the food supply in the city had been cut off. He selected these soldiers who could be used from the 50,000-strong army, and combined them with his own troops to form such a large army to break out.

The sound of hooves rolled and shook the earth. Hundreds of cavalrymen shouted and followed the white figure in front of them, charging towards tens of thousands of people.

The war drums are beating.

In front of the camp, a large flag with the word "Guo" in red on a black background was erected. Guo Jing arrived in front of the formation on a little red horse. The entire army responded quickly, deploying their troops on the move. The heavily armored infantrymen faced the oncoming cavalry with equal ferocity.

The sound of horses' hooves spread wildly, the crowds of people ran wildly, shouting, roaring, and then collided with each other in the most brutal manner.

The long spear stabbed out, and dozens of cavalrymen fell off their horses at the first sight, and were trampled into meat paste by the cavalrymen who came later. In just a quarter of an hour, half of the hundreds of cavalrymen were killed. Then, the infantry behind him also followed and charged into the battle formation with the cavalry.

In the blink of an eye, soldiers from both sides rushed together. Guo Jing rode on his little red horse without moving an inch. There were at least two thousand heavy infantrymen in front of him. They were tall and strong, holding long spears and large shields, with axes and hammers on their waists. They stood firmly in front of the formation and advanced slowly.

The Jin army, in a desperate situation, suddenly encountered a strong army, and their offensive was stalled. A gap appeared in the front line, but the Jin army did not flee. They fought for their lives without stopping and rushed into the front line ferociously through the gap, dancing their weapons wildly and swinging them forward with all their might in an attempt to make up for the gap. The sound of spears and swords clashing continued on the front line where flesh and blood exploded.

A Han soldier pierced a figure with an iron spear and pushed the opponent back. The Jin soldier who rushed up wanted to finish him off, but was suddenly hit in the chest by his iron hammer. He spit out blood and fell to the ground.

At this time, the sun rose, and the early morning sunlight shone through the clouds, with a hint of blood. On the plain in front of the city, there were demons and shouts everywhere, and blood and plasma were spilled. On the huge battlefield, the Jin soldiers tried their best to break through, and the ripples of blood and flesh were spreading wildly.

There was a tide of no shape that was constantly advancing on the battlefield. Amid countless hysterical shouts, the Jin army was constantly surrounded and suppressed, and gradually the sound disappeared.

The view rose to the sky. The huge crowd was not fighting in a line. In front of the huge Jizhou army formation, the Jin army infantry, who were in a desperate situation, split up and bypassed the heavy infantry. They actually attacked from another place and directly broke through a defense point. More than 2,000 people slowly advanced.

Corpses and blood spread out, but the Han army's infantry on both wings did not collapse. Instead, they slowly retreated and encircled the Jin army on both wings. However, the Jin army's morale was too high, and they fought bravely, showing amazing resilience and savagery. They killed their way to the second formation of the central army with great force and broke through several large formations.

Guo Jing's eyes narrowed, and his calm expression finally showed a ripple. The Jin army, who were fighting with all their might, were indeed not an ordinary army. They were able to break through his soldiers' line at this time. Was this the bravery of the Jurchens?
Ever since he took command of the troops, he has been on the front line of the anti-Jin war. He knows very well the combat effectiveness of the Jin army. Their cavalry is far inferior to that of the Mongols, and although their infantry are numerous, they have equipment but cannot exert their due combat effectiveness.

The Jin army before him was one of the few bright spots he saw among the enemy forces on the battlefield.

Wanyan Baisa swung his sword and chopped continuously, his white armor covered in blood. He looked at Guo Jing's banner not far away and said in hatred, "Follow me and charge. Capture Guo Jing alive!"

Seeing their commander charging ahead, the remaining 2,000 infantrymen regained their remaining morale and attacked Guo Jing's army.

However, the next moment, they saw the spearmen in front of them rushing forward with their shields raised high.

A rain of arrows fell from the sky!

"Whoa!"

The horses' hooves galloped and trampled the ground madly. Wanyan Baisa leaned his whole body on the horse's back, looking at the archers in front of him. He was not prepared for such a battle, because the enemy's own infantry were also within the shooting range. The next moment, a rain of arrows covered the sky, and some figures were shot to the ground with their horses. Many soldiers were caught off guard and died tragically under the arrows.

When Wanyan Baisa saw this, his eyes turned red, and he knew, "Everything is over." His struggle ended here.

Sure enough, after this rain of arrows, the morale of the Jin army collapsed.

They wanted to break through the infantry in front of them and head straight for Guo Jing's banner, but the thousands of infantry in front of them were like an insurmountable chasm. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't make them retreat. The huge casualties made them "wake up" all of a sudden.

The Han army also took advantage of this time to launch a stranglehold. Rows of heavy infantry advanced forward, stabbing with spears. The charging figures splashed a lot of blood and fell to the ground. Some of them held weapons and engaged in a melee with the rushing Han infantry, but they were no more than moths to a flame.

Wanyan Baisa leaned his sword on the ground. An arrow was stuck in his shoulder. Blood flowed out from the gaps between his fingers that were covering the wound. His vision gradually blurred.

Guo Jing looked at this scene and suddenly lost interest. Although he was an enemy, he was also a respectable enemy, so he ordered, "Surrender."

The cavalry ran and delivered the order. Then, on the battlefield, the Han army advanced with large shields, shouting, "Those who surrender will not be killed!"

This was the case in all three camps. In front of some camps, the Jin army had already been defeated. When they heard the noise, they subconsciously dropped their weapons, knelt down and surrendered, without any thought of fighting again.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer people around Wanyan Baisa, and a large group of red figures knelt down.

They wanted to live, and the Han army gave them the opportunity. There was no point in killing them further.

"Tap, tap!"

The warhorse marched forward with rhythmic steps. Wanyan Baisa raised his head and saw a red horse coming forward. On the horse's back, a man in black armor was looking at him quietly, his eyes calm.

"Are you Guo Jing?"

"good."

Wanyan Baisa panted and grinned, "I was defeated by you, it's not unfair."

"From the moment I sent out the troops, the outcome of the war was already clear. How dare you, the Jin Kingdom, fight on two fronts?" Guo Jing looked at the man in front of him with a slightly regretful expression, "You are a respectable opponent, you deserve a decent death!"

Wanyan Baisa smiled miserably, drew his sword and placed it across his neck, looked up to the sky and roared, "Your Majesty, I have done my best!" Then he slashed with force, blood gushed out, and his heavy body fell down instantly.

The Battle of Luoyang is over!

(End of this chapter)