The Emperor ordered Zhao Tang

Chapter 47: Battle of Qishan

Husband fights with courage.

As an old military leader who has been in the army for nearly ten years, Wang Congxun has done a good job in this regard.

A solid camp was built two days ago, giving the soldiers a way to retreat after being defeated. The soldiers were also allowed to eat more for two consecutive days. Today, they went to fight the enemy and distributed another wave of money and goods, promising a generous reward after defeating the enemy, which boosted the morale of the entire army.

Before the battle, Wang Congxun summoned all the governors and issued an order to execute them.

Du Yu Hou was a law enforcer, whose duty was to maintain military discipline on behalf of the generals.

After the mobilization, the soldiers immediately became disciplined and no longer had the lazy and sluggish expressions they had before. Technically speaking, the Yingwu Army was now a combat-ready army. Unless they suffered a major defeat and were quickly defeated by the enemy, the soldiers believed that the battle was irreversible.

At this time, more than 10,000 infantry and cavalry of the Yingwu Army and the Longjie Army formed a concave formation.

That is, the 5,000-man infantry battalions on the left and right wings of the Yingwu Army were in the middle and deployed horizontally.

The first row was nine hundred relatively strong, tall, and fat warriors selected from the entire army. Each of them wore a full set of iron infantry armor, carried three horizontal swords, and held their large shields tilted inwards, pressing them against themselves to protect themselves from the cavalry's charge and kick. These nine hundred men were considered the backbone of the army, with a 100% armor rate, strong physique, and mature combat skills, which was the key.

Naturally, they also had to face the enemy's most fierce first wave of attacks.

The second, third, and fourth rows were all lancers, holding long spears, bows, and quivers. When the distance was within a hundred steps, they would throw arrows at the enemy and stop them in their tracks. Once close combat began, they would take turns holding lances and move forward in batches and in an orderly manner, stabbing and stabbing the enemy.

As for the last row, they were facing the main camp in the opposite direction. If the enemy suddenly attacked from behind, they would also have to fight. It was relatively comfortable, and they didn't have to fight for their lives on the front line. Most of these good things were given to the wounded, newcomers, and patients.

The above is the infantry formation, and all 5,000 members of the Yingwu Army are here.

The east and west wings of the concave formation were the left and right wings of the Longjie Army, with 3,000 knights on each side, with flags flying and lances like a forest. The horses were snorting, and the knights were facing the enemy with their hands on their backs, ready to attack at any time.

Of course, it certainly won’t be at the first time.

Regardless of their combat power, armored cavalry were extremely valuable. No general would be so foolish as to use them to attack the line of infantry. That would be no different from sending their heads off. Even Li Keyong's cavalry suffered a lot at the hands of the three towns of Hebei and the people of Bian. So much so that in the middle and late stages, when the Jin cavalry saw the appearance of the Bian army, they would hesitate and be unwilling to charge, and dared not to charge. It was necessary for a fierce man like Li Siyuan to lead the charge.

When the battle reaches a white-hot stage, the enemy's formation begins to become chaotic and the soldiers' physical strength is exhausted, that is when the cavalry will press forward to decide the victory.

Wang Congxun rode on a brown horse, like an iron pagoda, with only his eyes exposed. He was surrounded by a charioteer, a duyuhou, a jiedu judge, and several flag bearers, drummers, horn bearers, and officers.

Jiang Tao, a lieutenant commander, led more than 300 men and waited in silence for orders.

Cao Wei, the tenth general of the imperial guards, led 200 of his family members and more than 700 peasants who were incorporated into his army and stood behind the guards. These peasants came to seek refuge when the saint was stationed in Fengtian County, and all of them had their family members killed by Li Maozhen and others.

The desire for revenge is extreme.

However, seeing the real military formation at this time, he couldn't help but feel nervous and even trembling.

At the end of the Si hour, the enemy army continued to advance after resting and eating again. Wu Xiong detected the presence of cavalry and slowly stopped about 400 to 500 steps away from the two wings of Long Jie's army. The horn sounded and the enemy army reorganized its ranks again.

Perhaps because they were out fighting in the field, the people of Bin were not in a good mood, and the soldiers were noisy and quarreled with the officers. It was not until Wu Xiong encouraged everyone again that they could get enough supplies by defeating the king's army and no longer have to eat jerky every meal that the army reluctantly calmed down and reluctantly but orderly prepared to attack.

"Woo..." The majestic horn sounds gradually sounded. The saint was startled and asked to go to the watchtower to watch the battle.

Wang Congxun's personal soldiers discussed it and decided that as long as they did not leave the camp, everything would be fine, so they surrounded the saint and climbed up the watchtower.

Unfortunately, the view was blocked by the Yingwu Army's large formation, so the front-line fighting scene could not be seen, but the general situation could be judged by listening to the noise - the two armies had not yet engaged in close combat, and the sound of fighting was still relatively small.

"Come on!" Zhang Jide, commander of the left wing of the Longjie Army, led three thousand cavalrymen and rushed down the small hill.

Rumble, rumble.

The sound of horse hooves rang out like thunder, and smoke and dust swept across the sky.

The knights held the horse's back tightly with both hands and lay prone to prevent their center of gravity from being lost and to avoid being shot in the head by the enemy as much as possible.

They move quickly.

It was not appropriate to describe it as the speed of wind and lightning, or the speed of a meteor chasing the moon. The distance of four or five hundred steps was almost reached in the blink of an eye. The knights suddenly stood up, drew their short bows, and threw them far away at the enemy. Someone shouted loudly, and stabbed out with the horse lance in his hand like lightning, trying to kick the enemy's formation and intimidate the enemy's front line. Someone drew out his sword and chopped it on the shield with a clang.

"Thrust!" The Bin army shouted, and densely packed long spears stabbed out like lightning.

"Woo woo!" Upon seeing this, the knights immediately moved away, cheering and laughing provocatively and insultingly at the enemy.

"Good thief! Do you have the strength to strike with the spear?"

"Kill you!"

"Rat!"

"Ha!" The Tangut knight who was not good at speaking Chinese stuck his head out and shouted loudly at the Bing army warriors who were passing by.

Boom, boom, boom.

The 3,000 men on the left wing of the Long Jie Army quickly passed through the front of the formation and stopped at the foot of the eastern hillside to rest their horses, drink water and replenish their strength.

"Ho ho ho!" When the Yingwu Army Infantry Battalion saw this, they all shouted enthusiastically.

"Okay!" Wang Congxun slapped his thigh hard.

Immediately afterwards, the military envoy Liu Xianyuan personally led the 3,000 cavalrymen of the right wing to rush down the hillside, making the Wuxiong army score twice and repeat the same trick.

Seeing this, the extremely angry Bin army could only curse loudly while hastily counterattacking. The warriors changed their formations, forming several small rectangles with a spacing of no more than ten steps. Densely packed hook sickle spears protruded from below, like poisonous snakes spitting out their tongues. Suddenly, the knight who couldn't stop the car stumbled, and then was nailed to the ground by the messy long spears.

"Fire!" Wave after wave of arrows shot out from the formation.

Long Jie’s army had to temporarily avoid the attack.

"Kill, kill, kill!" Under the leadership of the officers, the Bin army took advantage of the situation and showed its might.

Boom boom boom boom.

The drums of the Yingwu Army sounded, and Wang Congxun shouted and led his personal soldiers and officers to the front. As he moved, the infantry battalion also moved. Five thousand soldiers moved forward together, and the chaotic footsteps gradually became orderly. The two armies walked towards each other, staring at each other.

After about a hundred steps, the horn command sounded simultaneously from both armies. Both armies stopped and regrouped.

Bining shot a few arrows.

The lethality at this distance is limited, basically equivalent to tickling, and its main function is to suppress the opponent's vision and position to inspire fear in the opponent. As long as someone is afraid of death and wavers, refuses to move forward or clamors to turn around, morale will be dampened.

After all, it was the first time to fight, and the Yingwu Army was a little noisy and a little panicked.

Two soldiers were whispering with their comrades, and no one knew what they were discussing. They were heard by the Du Yu Hou in front, who immediately pulled them out of the team and chopped them off in front of the formation.

Du Yuhou ordered his attendants to chop off the two men's heads and hang them on a long spear, and shouted, "Anyone who whispers will be killed!"

Wang Congxun snatched the bow from his personal soldier, bent the bow, put the arrow on it, pulled the string and aimed in one go, and following the sound, he shot four arrows at the Bing army.

"Hiss..." An enemy flag officer flashed behind a large shield, covered his shoulder, and gritted his teeth in pain.

"Fire!" Immediately, the Yingwu army responded with two waves of locust arrows.

Well, since neither the enemy nor I have collapsed, let’s keep going.

Sixty steps later, the command sounded again.

"Test firing!" There was a sudden clamor from the Bining army.

The formation was changed, and the soldiers made way for seven narrow passages. In the passages were neatly lined up infantry archers, half-kneeling on the ground, shooting three arrows at the Yingwu army.

After shooting, two archers wearing full iron armor stared at the rain of arrows, trotted forward a few steps, half-knelt again, and shot an arrow at the same time.

clang!
Two arrows were nailed to the shields of the British army.

At this time, the two archers turned around and nodded to the officers.

Then he drew out his dagger and quickly drew a striking groove at the test shooting position under his feet - this was the best bow distance. It ensured the lethality without consuming too much effort.

"Kill, kill, kill!" The warriors in the front row of the Yingwu army hit their shields with their swords and shouted three times, trying to intimidate the enemy.

When they were thirty steps away, the frontline soldiers on both sides could already see each other's expressions, either wooden or grinning.

Archers from both sides shot at each other frantically.

This time the power was very strong. On both sides, some unlucky people were hit by arrows and fell to the ground, covering some parts of their bodies and screaming. Fortunately, the Yingwu Army had a high armor rate. With 5,000 people, everyone had armor to protect their key torsos.

It’s good to be a soldier of the imperial court, hahaha.

A saint cannot afford to support 100,000 armored warriors, but 10,000 is no problem.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The beats of the marching drums became more intense at the same time. The vanguards on both sides gritted their teeth, yelled and quickened their pace.

It's time to fight for your life!
Wang Congxun, who was supervising the battle, bit his lower lip so hard that it broke. His mouth was bleeding, but he didn't react at all. He couldn't think of any words to boost morale. He remembered the saint's encouragement that day, and he raised his arm and shouted: "The rise and fall of the empire depends on this battle!"

When the personal soldiers, lieutenants, and attendants heard him shout, they also shouted excitedly: "The fate of the empire depends on this battle!"

"Kill, kill, kill!" The two armies finally collided fiercely.

The spearmen at the front line had their eyes bloodshot and roared like mad dogs, trying to scare the enemy with their momentum.

"Da Da Da!" The long spears of both sides gathered together in the air, hitting each other layer by layer. Those who were weaker had their spears stuck in the shields and could not be pulled out. Under them, there were many cunning soldiers holding crossbows and sneaking through the gaps in the shields to shoot at the other side's feet.

"Brave men!" The saint who was watching the battle from the watchtower suddenly showed a different expression, and said with a grin, "I will reward you handsomely after we defeat the enemy!"

He saw it very clearly.

The soldiers on the front line were almost crowded together, unable to move, and dared not look back. They had no choice but to abandon all emotions and move forward resolutely to defeat the enemy. Some unfortunate ones were pierced by more than a dozen long spears, and were carried into the air and stabbed to death by more long spears. Blood splattered, and soon the bodies could not be seen.

It is so dazzling and cruel that it tests the warriors' determination.

The saint looked again at the small hills to the east and west.

(End of this chapter)