Yelü Dashi was a brilliant strategist. His blitzkrieg against Blackwater City created an information gap for the Imperial City Guard's spies.
The saying "speed is of the essence in war" was perfectly embodied in his work.
But he didn't expect that there were people in the Song army who were even more ruthless than him.
They had silently penetrated deep into the northern desert and circled around to his rear.
As he moved forward rapidly, pulling the entire army along, he ordered Xiao Wuli to detour from the left to intercept them, and Yelü Yanshan to detour from the right to intercept them, minimizing the losses.
Who exactly is it?
Zhe Keqiu? Yao Pingzhong? Liu Qi? Wu Jie? Wang Si?
Zhe Keqiu and Yao Pingzhong are trapped in Heishan and cannot make any rash moves!
Even if Liu Qi knew about the war on the northern front, he was either tied up by the internal strife among the Tanguts or still on his way.
Wu Jie was even less likely to be involved.
It's over a thousand li from Xiping Prefecture to here, and Wu Jie can't afford to abandon the western front!
Wang Si is even less likely to do it; he doesn't have the guts!
Liu Yanqing ran away!
Zhang Shen has retired!
Who is it?!
Could it be Xigong?
He doesn't have that kind of guts!
Among the Song army generals in the Northwest, who exactly had the guts to do this?
Could it be!
A name flashed through Yelü Dashi's mind.
That's impossible. He's been demoted to a mere captain; how could he possibly mobilize a large army to attack?
Yelü Dashi's main force moved faster and faster, with the troops behind them following closely behind, and this large army was gradually being pulled along.
Xiao Wuli's left wing army formed a very large arc, but before it could penetrate the main force of the Song army, it encountered a Song army led by Zhang Cai, and the two sides clashed on the open snowfield.
As for Yelü Yanshan's right flank, he encountered Peng Chang.
Peng Chang's 10,000 cavalry, having suffered humiliation in Blackwater City, were now filled with righteous indignation and vowed to reclaim their glory.
Everyone was carrying long knives, large axes, and maces, charging forward recklessly.
The veins on everyone's foreheads bulged, and they roared out rough voices.
The cold armor seemed to be scalded by their boiling blood.
Under the moonlight, the knife and axe shimmered with countless cold, eerie lights, like a river of flowing cold light.
The two armies clashed. The Song soldier at the front swung his axe and cleaved the Liao soldier in two, but he was then pierced through the neck by another Liao soldier's spear.
And so, both sides charged forward recklessly, hacking and slashing each other incessantly.
Peng Chang roared, "Men, kill them all! Let's give them a good thrashing today! Let the Emperor know we're not cowards!"
Another commander roared, "See you at the Martyrs' Shrine, you sons of bitches! Eighteen years from now, you'll be heroes again!"
Someone kept swinging a saber, slashing at the enemy's skull and splitting the bones open.
Some people, after having their arms severed, quickly pulled out pen knives with their other hands and rushed forward to fight.
Yelü Yanshan was somewhat shocked. He hadn't expected the Song army to be so capable in just a few years!
This is a completely different army from the Song army that Tong Guan fought against Yan and Yun back then!
The Liao army that rushed forward was no ordinary force. Yelü Dashi was a strict disciplinarian, and this Liao army was his elite force, making them extremely powerful. They engaged in a fierce battle with the Song army.
Meanwhile, Yue Fei, who was continuing his attack in the central army, had already carved out a long river of blood, and was still advancing with unstoppable momentum.
This army, a mix of various tribes from the grasslands, suffered a heavy blow this time.
In the past, they looked down on the Han people in the south, thinking that the Han people were all docile sheep.
But after that battle, they never dared to have such thoughts again.
Just like when Huo Qubing and Wei Qing swept across the northern deserts, the Xiongnu people never dared to graze their horses in the south again.
All resistance was chaotic, with many people fleeing in disarray.
Countless people were trampled into mincemeat!
A full half hour later, the troops in front began to speed up and run forward.
The Song army continued their pursuit until the enemy troops in front ran at the same speed as the Song army.
At this moment, a long, blood-red "river" lay across the snowfield, composed of the flesh and blood of countless people, a truly horrifying sight.
Both Xiao Wuli and Yelü Yanshan began to withdraw their troops.
The attack lasted for two hours, and nearly 80,000 of Yelü Dashi's troops were wiped out in one battle. Yelü Dashi's main force had already fled, and another 100,000 troops were scattered and fled in all directions.
Zhang Cai and Peng Chang began to pursue the routed enemy troops.
The routed enemy forces collapsed like a house of cards and had no ability to resist.
The Song soldiers, carrying their overturned and curled-up swords, began to clean up the mess.
This was yet another one-sided massacre. A small group of enemy troops attempted to organize a resistance, but their strength was too weak and they were easily crushed.
The chase lasted for a full hour before it ended.
Dawn breaks earlier in the northwest, and at this time, the eastern sky is already showing signs of light.
Zhang Cai and Peng Chang each led their troops to the agreed-upon location with Yue Fei before the operation.
According to Yue Fei's tactics, one should not pursue a desperate enemy. Yelü Dashi is no ordinary person; he must have already deployed strong troops on both the left and right flanks to protect the area. If we venture too far in, we are likely to fall into an ambush.
As the sun rose from the eastern sky, it pierced through the clouds, casting its rays upon the earth and making the crimson "river" appear exceptionally dazzling.
The Song Dynasty army flag, planted in the snow and stained red with blood, fluttered in the morning breeze under the rising sun, but soon froze and solidified.
The ground was littered with severed limbs and bodies; countless people had died tragically.
Yue Fei began to organize people to collect the bodies of the Song soldiers who had died in battle. According to the military system of the Song army, all the bodies had to be found and then cremated together.
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