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

Chapter 87: Meng'an and Mouke have difficulty forming an army (V)
The Jin army on the right wing was still somewhat organized. More than ten young and strong Jurchens formed a small square formation and were still struggling to hold on. However, the battle from the front was only a side effect, while the sudden attack from the side actually hit them.

"Kill!"

Wang Shilong quickened his pace, knocked down two Jin soldiers who were running around in panic with his shield, and then rushed to the front of the Jurchen army.

"what!!!"

The young and strong Jurchens in front were squeezed in the center of the formation. With no way to retreat, they rushed out with swords and shields, not knowing whether it was fear or anger.

The two shields collided with each other.

Wang Shilong felt as if time slowed down at this moment. He felt that all the information between heaven and earth poured into his mind through his eyes.

From the corner of his eye, he saw that except for the small group of Jin soldiers in front of him, the rest of the Jurchens had collapsed and fled in all directions. They threw away their weapons and armor, pushed each other, and many people fell to the ground and were trampled to death.

Around the front formation, several people also threw away their spears and fled backwards, but the road to the main courtyard was blocked, and they had nowhere to retreat and fell into the trench one after another.

As for the only Jurchen young man who fought back, his helmet was too big and tilted, covering part of his eyes. His iron crotch jacket did not fit him well, and the shoulder straps were not tightened. Not only did the upper edge of the armor not protect his neck, but even half of his chest was exposed.

His mouth was opened to the limit, and white foamy saliva overflowed from the corners of his mouth, making his entire face look strangely distorted, making it impossible to tell whether he was afraid or angry.

Wang Shilong has seen this expression many times.

This expression, a mixture of fear, anger, and sadness, appeared on the faces of the farmers in Wangjiazhuang more than once.

But what can be done?

The Jin Dynasty was a vast country, and it wanted to take care of its own people. So what was the big deal about wronging your Wang family, a country tycoon living by the Shushui River?

God is blind!
Thinking of this, Wang Shilong couldn't help but raise his eyes slightly and look at the sky ahead.

The sky is so blue.

In the moment before the life-and-death struggle, the most profound impression in Wang Shilong's mind was the pure blue sky, which surprised him a little.

At this moment, as the force from the shield passed by quickly, Wang Shilong exerted force with his shoulders and roared.

"kill!"

In the loud collision of shields, Wang Shilong did not move at all, and the young Jurchen man who collided with him flew up and then fell heavily to the ground.

Wang Shilong stepped forward, first kicking the knife out of the fallen man's hand, then using the knife to pick up the man's helmet. Wang Shilong stared into the Jurchen man's eyes, and without waiting for his plea for mercy, he lightly swung the knife and slit his throat.

Bleeding.

So simple, it turns out to be so simple.

It turns out that everything would be so simple if Haner picked up the knife to resist.

What have I been waiting for all these years? What have I been afraid of?
Of course, this was just a momentary excitement when Wang Wulang's blood was boiling. If it were normal times, he would still be afraid. After all, although the Jin Kingdom had declined a lot, it still had elite soldiers and strong generals.

Is it true that over the years, the various uprisings of the Han people in the north have resulted in countless deaths and blood flowing like rivers?
However, even with so many ifs, it did not stop Wang Wulang from venting the depression in his chest. He felt as if he had drunk a bowl of iced sour plum soup in the hot summer, and he felt completely refreshed.

After defeating the enemy in front of him, Wang Shilong shouted a slogan that he himself could not understand, and continued to rush forward like a mad tiger.
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"Put on armor!" At this time, Zhang Baiyu finally brought the infantry to a threshing ground two hundred steps outside Wangjiazhuang.

Originally, Zhang Silang wanted to stop and put on armor one mile away according to military orders, but the crops were about to mature all around. Not to mention that ordinary soldiers were reluctant to step on them, even Zhang Baiyu felt a pang of pain.

So after hesitating for a moment, he ordered the four hundred lightly armed infantrymen to march forward along the path between the ridges of the fields, while the ox carts pulling the armor, shields and spears went forward along the official road.

When they lined up on the training ground, Zhang Baiyu suddenly discovered that the 400 people were running so hard that the formation was disrupted. At this time, the captain could probably still find the sergeant, but the sergeant could not find his soldiers at all.

No one is born a famous general. At this time, Zhang Baiyu finally learned the second lesson after "obey orders and make decisions when necessary": each squad leader should hold a small flag so that ordinary soldiers can also find their own superiors.

Perhaps it could be simpler, tying ropes of different colors on the spears of different lengths, which could serve as a mark without affecting combat.

Zhang Baiyu was still daydreaming when Shi Qilang had already arrived on horseback.

"Commander Zhang!" Shi Qilang was stunned when he saw the chaotic scene. "Quickly form a battle array and come to help me."

Zhang Baiyu's forehead was covered with sweat: "Put on armor first..."

"Don't put on armor!" Shi Qilang's voice rose, then he immediately realized that Zhang Baiyu was the commander and he had to show full respect. He immediately lowered his voice and said, "Commander Zhang, the infantry all have shields and short weapons, which is enough. The village is too big, and we can't surround it with fifty cavalrymen."

Zhang Baiyu ignored Shi Qilang's tone and hurriedly nodded his head and gave the order: "First and second captains, follow Captain Shi to the northwest of Zhuangzi. Third and fourth captains, follow me."

Shi Qilang breathed a sigh of relief.

He had no idea that the core of the Jurchen farming army had already gone to Bianliang, nor that most of the remaining young and strong men were blocked in the village by Liu Huai's army. He only saw some women and children rushing out from the side roads, and a few brave knights escaped from the village, fired a few arrows, turned around and fled north.

The people were too scattered and Wangjiazhuang was too big, so fifty riders could not surround it.

With the help of two hundred infantrymen, he was able to sweep into Wangjiazhuang from the northwest.

However, Shi Qilang still looked down on Zhang Baiyu. He felt that this young man could lead 400 veterans in such a mess that he was really below standard.

But who can blame him for having a good father?

If you have a father who can send out fifty armored cavalrymen with a wave of his hand, you must start as a commander. How can you still be stuck at the level of a general?
Shi Qilang bowed and was about to lead his troops away, but then turned back and asked, "Commander Zhang, what should we do if someone resists?"

This was actually asking about the policy towards the enemy. After Liu Huai had conducted several public trials, even without repeated orders, a meticulous person like Shi Qilang would naturally have some ideas.

Would it be a violation of military discipline if we wantonly slaughtered these half-soldiers, half-civilian garrison troops?

"Drive out the Tartars, restore China, establish rules and regulations, and save the people." These four sentences are the general guidelines and the bottom line. If you violate them, you may be punished.

We are trying to establish rules and regulations here, but you are punishing people without teaching. Isn't this clearly going against us?

"Everyone is an enemy in battle, what else is there to say to the enemy?" Zhang Baiyu frowned without thinking: "Anyone with braids on their heads, regardless of gender, age or status, will be killed immediately."

Shi Qilang's scalp tingled. As he bowed and agreed, he thought to himself that this kid wasn't completely useless. At least he inherited his ruthlessness from his father.

(End of this chapter)