Destroy Jin and conquer Song, and carry the Northern Expedition through to the end

Chapter 84: Meng'an and Mouke have difficulty forming an army (Part )
"Put on armor! Who wants armor?"

"Me! Put it on me!"

"If you wear armor, you must be the first in line!"

"The front row needs to hold a large shield. How can I hold a large shield while wearing armor? My arrows never miss their target. I will lead the charge at the back!"

"Can't you hear the sound? They're cavalry. What good are big shields? We need armored soldiers holding 10-foot-long spears to stand in front of the formation to meet the enemy. Do you want to be at the front? If you don't dare, take off your armor and get out of the way."

"Fifth Uncle...I..."

"roll!"

I had just scolded a few juniors who knew nothing about military affairs when someone started making noise again.

"Where's the warhorse? I can't fight on foot. Let me mount..."

"Go to hell! Most of the war horses are in the stable outside the manor. There are only five horses in the courtyard. Are you going to meet the enemy or run away?"

"Archers are in the front, spearmen are behind, and swords and shields are behind. If Han dogs come, the archers will release their arrows. After a round of arrows, they will retreat behind the large shield and then throw them outward. Do you understand?"

After Jiagu Sizhong finished his loud orders, there was another round of noise and pushing.

He was wearing armor, and besides being worried, he couldn't help but feel a little irritated.

As a veteran who participated in the war to the south to destroy the Song Dynasty, Jiagu Sizhong not only served under Wanyan Loushi of the Western Route Army, but also faced Yue Fei's army in its heyday.

In a word, he has seen and experienced it all! He understands what a proper army is like!

The Meng'an-Mouke system was a system where soldiers and civilians were one: civilians were soldiers and soldiers were civilians. Between the White Mountains and the Black Waters, the Jurchens battled the heavens, the earth, the Khitans, and the wild beasts of the forests. Those who could still move, let alone those between fifteen and sixty, had to take up their swords.

At that time, the Jurchens were invincible. How magnificent it was!

What about now?
More than 200 Jurchen men in their prime faced the sudden attack of the Song people. With the help of the right time and place, they were thrown into chaos before they even met the enemy.

What a depravity.

Jiagu Sizhong was thinking this when he saw a fat man in the crowd throw down his sword and shield, turn around and try to leave, but was stopped by several people. They seemed to be arguing with each other and quickly pushed each other.

"Why are you making such a fuss?"

Jiagu Sizhong stepped forward with his sword and shouted sternly.

Several people on one side looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

The fat man on the other side seemed to be used to being domineering and said directly: "I don't want to fight. I just remarried and I want to go home..."

Just after hearing half of it, Jiagu Sizhong immediately became impatient and drew his knife to chop the fat man's neck.

He was old and lacked strength, and the fat man was too fat. This blow only knocked the man to the ground but did not behead him.

The fat man fell to the ground in shock, blood gushing out from the wound. He struggled and screamed a few times before he was left twitching.

Jiagu Sizhong took a deep breath and swung his knife again, chopping off the fat man's head with a few strokes. Then, regardless of the sticky snow still dripping, he grabbed the man's head by the braid and lifted it high up.

"Anyone who disobeys military orders will be executed! Anyone who disrupts our military morale will be executed!"

In front of the bloody heads, the military order was finally carried out. A small, crooked horizontal formation was placed on the parade ground at the entrance of the yard, facing the main road of the manor.

"It's fallen!" Jiagu Sizhong couldn't help but sigh again when he looked at the crooked formation.

This was also the reason why he could not lead the people to retreat to the main courtyard. If he could not use the military formation to restrain the people and let them fight on their own in the courtyard, they would probably end up scattering.

"He has fallen!" Jiagu Sizhong felt his right arm become somewhat weak, and suddenly felt that it was not only his clansmen who had fallen, but he himself was also addicted to the world of pleasure. He had not swung a knife for a long time, so now his arm felt heavy when he killed someone.

There was no time to think too much.

During this delay, the rumbling sound of horse hooves was already close to our ears, and the shouts of killing became louder and louder.

"lead!"

Jiagu Sizhong raised his sword, held it high, and shouted orders.

The twenty or so archers in the front row, all from hunter families, drew their bows and pointed their arrows at the intersection. "Oh no! The bows are too full..." Jiagu Sizhong thought as he looked at his own archers. He saw that these young men, experienced only in hunting, couldn't even keep their bows full. They had already released their arrows before Jiagu Sizhong could give a second order.

Arrows fell sparsely at the intersection, and before they could get firmly stuck in the ground, they were knocked down by the vibrations caused by the horses' hooves.

Jiagu Sizhong didn't have time to get frustrated. He pointed at the archers and shouted, "Retreat to the back!"

"Spear forward! Sword and shield forward!"

As soon as the order was given, there was chaos again. The armored spearmen in the first row did not move forward at all, and could not even make a gap for the archers to retreat. Fortunately, the archers also knew that they could not push or shout at this time, and could only retreat through the narrow passages on both sides of the army formation.

Jiagu Sizhong knew that he could not blame his men. They did not deliberately disobey military orders, but were frightened and at a loss on the battlefield.

If you can spit in your mouth and keep your legs strong when you go into battle for the first time, you are considered a hero.

It doesn't matter, everyone has been through this.

As long as it sees blood more often, it will grow up.

Before his confused thoughts stopped, Jiagu Sizhong saw that at the turning point at the end of the main road in the village, an armored cavalryman holding a bow jumped out, and then several light cavalrymen followed behind. One of the light cavalrymen held a large flag with the word "king" in his hand, which fluttered in the wind. He was very imposing and majestic.

However, someone in the Jin army's spear formation recognized the newcomer and immediately shouted, "Wang Laowu! How dare you invade our territory? You were so fawning the day before yesterday, and now you're a thief?!"

Wang Wulang, also known as Wang Shilong, had originally stopped his horse when he saw the array of spears, but when he heard the curses, he said nothing and rode forward again.

"Press the butt of the gun on the ground and tilt the tip upwards! Hold steady! Don't move a step!" Jiagu Sizhong was too lazy to waste time talking to a stray dog and gave the order directly.

The oppressive feeling of the tall horses galloping towards us in the wind and dust was very strong, not to mention the knights in heavy armor on the horses. Just one of them riding forward gave the feeling of dark clouds pressing down on the city, ready to destroy it.

Although they knew that the cavalry would not be so foolish as to charge into the formed spear formation, the Jurchen soldiers in the front row still had sweaty palms and shouted loudly: "Kill!"

Wang Shilong remained silent, but only three steps before he collided with the spear array did he suddenly pull the reins. His horse, Xilulu, neighed and reared up. Wang Shilong took advantage of the moment when the horse's head was raised high to draw his bow and draw his arrow.

"call out."

"what!"

Although the Jurchen soldier who had just scolded and humiliated Wang Wulang was wearing armor, the armor leaves flew everywhere when he was shot by a heavy arrow from a heavy bow at such a close distance. The heavy arrow pierced into the Jurchen soldier's shoulder like a knife cutting tofu and penetrated through him.

The Jurchen soldier screamed, but before he fell to the ground, another rope was put around his body.

Wang Shilong's arrow was just a cover. After shooting the arrow, he quickly drew back the bow, grabbed the lasso on the side of the horse's neck and threw it with all his strength.

The moment the lasso landed on the Jurchen soldier, Wang Shilong's horse also completed the turn. After a roar and a scream, the Jurchen soldier with a particularly foul mouth was dragged out of the army formation.

The makeup on Wang Shilong's face had completely disappeared at this time. He dragged the Jin soldier back to the intersection, threw him away, and looked back at Jiagu Sizhong with a ferocious smile.

Then, under the gaze of hundreds of eyes around, Wang Wulang drove his horse to the front of the dragged Jurchen soldier, pulled the reins again suddenly, and the warhorse stood up again, raised its front hooves high, and then stepped heavily on the fallen Jurchen soldier.

This happened three times. Even though the unfortunate Jurchen soldier was wearing armor, his chest and abdomen were still trampled so hard that his intestines were punctured and ruptured.

After doing all this, Wang Shilong finally felt the depression in his chest dissipate slightly, as if all the years of humiliation and subservience had disappeared with the killing of this man.

In fact, after letting out this breath of anger, the very introverted Wang Wulang instantly realized one thing: he must fight against the Jin to the end.

No matter whether Marshal Wei and General Liu were heroes or cowards, no matter whether they flattened Youyan or retreated to Song in disgrace, Wang Wulang himself had to fight against the Jin to the end.

Only by resisting the Jin could it be explained that he had bowed his head and knelt in the previous few years to endure humiliation, to be like a dragon swimming in shallow water, and to be loyal and wait for the right time, rather than that he, Wang Wulang, was really a coward who was afraid of death.

Only when he fought against the Jin Dynasty could he be considered a true hero loyal to the Han Dynasty, rather than a two-faced villain.

"Go tell the commander-in-chief that the Jin thieves from Wangjiazhuang are here. Tell him to come quickly!"

Wang Shilong turned around and gave an order to a personal guard, then drove his horse forward again, galloping back and forth in front of the unusually wide training ground in front of the courtyard, shooting at the Jin army with his bow.

The farmers who followed Wang Shilong also moved forward, seemingly sharing the same sentiments as their master.

Although they lacked superb horsemanship, they still possessed the courage to outnumber the enemy. Relying on their relatively tight armor, they advanced close to shoot and kill the unarmored Jurchens in the battle formation.

For a moment, smoke and dust were flying in the training ground, and the sounds of people neighing and horses neighing merged into one.

(End of this chapter)