The Song Dynasty on the Sand Table

Chapter 425 The battle is over
Even without looking, Jin Wuzhu knew that those were the Jin army's Iron Pagodas, whose armor had been stolen and then painted red before being sent out.

Damn it!
Are you mocking me by sending them out at a time like this?

He was being presumptuous. The Northern Song army didn't have the leisure to mock him; these three hundred red iron cavalry were specifically designed to demoralize the puppet Qi army...

The Northern Song Dynasty, which possessed firearms, could have completely eliminated its heavy infantry. However, Yue Wenxuan retained them specifically to "strike enemy soldiers." In critical moments, throwing these three hundred men onto the battlefield would have the same morale-boosting effect, not only against the puppet Qi army but also against the Jin army.

Both the Jin soldiers and the puppet Qi soldiers couldn't help but turn their heads to look at the Iron Pagoda that had been routed by heavy muskets, thinking to themselves: These Iron Pagoda soldiers who have been knocked down will become red Iron Pagoda soldiers in the next battle and stand on the side of our enemy.

Thinking about it that way, it's terrifying!
Why are zombie movies scary? It's because if someone on your side gets bitten by a zombie, they become the enemy, which makes them incredibly impactful.

Now, the Jin army and the puppet Qi army are thinking that if our Iron Pagoda is defeated, it will be dyed red and become the enemy's Iron Pagoda.

What's the difference between this and a zombie?
It's terrifying!
The morale of the puppet Qi army collapsed instantly.

The morale of the Jin army also collapsed.

Even Jin Wuzhu panicked and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Don't just focus on running away! Retrieve the corpses of our Iron Pagoda soldiers before you run! We can't let them become enemy Iron Pagoda soldiers!"

Who listens to him anymore!

Not to mention the puppet Qi army, even the regular Jin soldiers are running away!
Jin Wuzhu had no choice but to flee. Now it was time for his four-hoofed snow-spotted fire dragon horse to perform. A man driving a BMW is so cool. He ran incredibly fast, turning into a red light and shadow in an instant and disappearing into the north.

In the past, when the Jin army fled, the Northern Song army did not pursue them much.

The main reason was that the Northern Song firearms troops were slow to move, but now things were different. The Northern Song had cuirassiers, so how could they not pursue them? Yi Zhangqing waved his hand and chased after them. A group of cuirassiers, their armor gleaming, chased after the Jin soldiers and the puppet Qi soldiers, with someone occasionally firing a shot.

The Jin soldiers all had horses, and they ran fast enough that the cuirassiers couldn't catch them, but the puppet Qi soldiers were in big trouble.

There was no way they could escape by simply swinging their legs. Before long, they were caught up by the cuirassiers. The gleaming armor drew closer and closer, and the occasional sound of muskets startled the pseudo-Qi soldiers. They couldn't withstand such pressure, and as they ran, some of them suddenly knelt down and surrendered.

Large numbers of the pseudo-Qi soldiers fled to both sides of the battlefield, then wandered off in any direction, never wanting to return to the battlefield.
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The smoke from the battlefield slowly dissipated, and the clamor of shouts and neighing horses gradually subsided.

On the plains north of Taikang County, there was a sense of desolation after the war.

The setting sun casts its rays...

Wang Hong, leading his bald-headed auxiliary troops, was happily cleaning up the battlefield.

He was very happy. He was never cut out for fighting, and after arriving in the Northern Song Dynasty, he made a living by doing odd jobs. He no longer had to charge into battle under the enemy's arrows. He could make a living by picking up trash. He was so happy that he couldn't breathe.

At this moment, he was struggling to peel off the armor of a Ironclad Pagoda soldier. These two layers of thick armor were not easy to remove. He had to turn the corpse over and over again. After a long time of struggling, he finally managed to peel off the armor. Happily, he carried the heavy armor and headed towards the logistics camp.

A strongman under Peng Qi stood to the side, staring enviously at the Ironclad Pagoda's heavy armor...

Wang Hong sensed the man's strange gaze, and turned around with a smile: "What? Want it?"

The strongman said sheepishly, "I want it, but this is your spoils of war, General. I dare not steal it."

Wang Hong laughed, "Tch! What are you talking about? In our Northern Song Dynasty, all spoils of war have to be handed over to the government, not me. How did they become my spoils? These are the imperial court's spoils! After they're collected, they'll be distributed back to the court, and maybe you'll get one then." The strongman was overjoyed, "Hey? Is there a chance I'll get one?"

Wang Hongdao said, "Whether you can be assigned the Iron Pagoda Heavy Armor depends on whether you are tall and strong enough to support such heavy armor. If you can wear it and move nimbly, and wield a sword or spear, then you have a chance to be selected."

The strongman was overjoyed: "I can, I can, I'm incredibly strong!"

Wang Hong laughed and said, "What's the use of telling me? Just wait for the next military selection."

The strongman was overjoyed and had already made up his mind to participate in the next selection.

But Wang Hong suddenly changed his tone: "But if you ask me, you'd better join the Fire-Throwing Camp and not become a Red Iron Pagoda."

Strongman: "Why?"

Wang Hong: "Is that even a question? The Iron Pagoda is just a decoration in our army, used to scare people. It can't earn you any military merit. You're so slow that you haven't even reached the enemy yet, while the firearms battalion has already killed them all. This kind of soldier who can't earn merit is only suitable for people like me, not people like you."

Strongman: "Huh?"

He carefully recalled the battle just now, and it seemed that it really was.

When the Ironclad Cavalry made their appearance, the battle was already nearing its end, and the enemy had collapsed and fled. Given the Ironclad Cavalry's speed, even a tortoise would laugh at them. Catching up with the enemy would be extremely difficult. In the end, they could be said to have "done nothing" and thus made a glorious exit.

Who the hell could stand this?

If you can't achieve merit as a regular soldier, you might as well be an auxiliary soldier.

As the two were chatting, they suddenly heard arguing in the distance. They saw Yi Zhangqing dragging her husband Zhang Yong by the ear through the barracks, twisting his ear into a pretzel shape as she did so. "Husband," she said, "it's time to settle the score for running away from an enemy soldier. I, Yi Zhangqing, don't have a husband as cowardly as you."

Zhang Yong cried out in agony, "Wife, don't hit me! Don't hit me! I just didn't see clearly at the time and thought a lot of people were rushing over. If I had seen clearly beforehand that there was only one coming, I wouldn't have run away."

Yi Zhangqing angrily said, "Even if many of them are charging over, don't run away! If you, as the general, run away, won't your soldiers follow suit? Then we'll all be finished! You have to lead by example and set a good example for your soldiers! A cowardly soldier is one coward, but a cowardly general makes a whole army cowardly. Don't you understand?"

Zhang Yong: "Oh, my wife, I understand all of this... but... I need to live."

"I'm so angry!" Yi Zhangqing: "Go and talk to the military law team yourself in a bit."

"Oh!" Zhang Yong cried out, "My wife, save me! I don't want to go to the military law squad. Use your military merits to cover up my crime of desertion..."

Yi Zhangqing retorted angrily, "Are you itching for a beating? Want to practice a few moves?"

Zhang Yong's expression changed drastically: "No need, no need."

Fighting with my wife is worse than being dealt with by the military law team; she doesn't hold back at all when she hits me.

(End of this chapter)