Chapter 414: One Throw
In the afternoon, the spring rain, which everyone had already gotten used to, continued to fall, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and the war soon entered its third climax.
After learning the intelligence provided by the Haner Meng'an, combined with other scattered feedback from the front line, the battlefield commander Wu Jie immediately judged that this intelligence was most likely true, at least the rough distribution of troops was not too wrong, so he immediately made a decision to put Li Qiong's troops into the battle ahead of time... The 20,000 well-rested imperial camp troops immediately set out, crossing the river from the downstream of the stone bridge-highland, that is, in front of the side of Huolu County, and then bypassing the side of the highland along the east side of the highland where the fighting intensity was slightly weaker, trying to find the "reserve" army of Yelu Mawu and Wanyan Wolun.
This move was very dangerous before.
Because during the hasty construction process, the Jin army camp still tried hard to create and form a human-shaped posture, like a core node with three arms extending out.
Among them, the node is located slightly east of the south side of the highland. The battlefield is vast and it is considered the main camp. Among the three arms, one cuts through the back of the highland and connects to Shiyi in the southeast, which was the original camp and also a retreat route; one points to Zhending Prefecture across the river, which is the main supply channel for military supplies and a more secure retreat route; the last one goes diagonally from the east side of the highland and points to the Song army's Huolu County across the Taiping River.
In other words, for the Jin army, the high ground and the two arms of their camp formed a mutual assistance system... In fact, at the beginning, among the four Wanhu of the Jin army's heavy troops on the western front, the southernmost Hesheli Taiyu tribe was directly connected to the trench outside the camp.
In this situation, it would be very dangerous to advance rashly from the east side of the highlands, because you would likely be caught in a pincer attack between the highlands and the camp.
However, now that the battle has reached this point, the main force of the Jin army on the high ground has been completely exposed and out of control, and has already engaged the Song army on an all-out battle. Then, compared with the temptation of finding the Jin army's reserve forces in advance, a little risk does not seem so unacceptable.
Therefore, when Zhao Jiu learned of Hu Yantong's death, the fierce fighting area had already penetrated the entire high ground. On the battlefield with a radius of sixteen or seventeen miles centered on the high ground, the cumulative combat forces of both sides had reached 110,000 and 125,000 respectively. Li Qiong, Qiao Zhongfu, Zhang Jing and others found Yelu Ma Wu and Wanyan Wolun.
According to the original plan, there will be a short pause to see whether the Jin army will use their last reserve forces under the fierce attack of Li Qiong's troops... After all, whether it is the three Wanhuo plus six Hezhameng'an mentioned by the surrendered general, or something else expected, the Jin army must have a final backup plan.
"Is Hu Yan dead?"
In the rain, Zhao Jiu did not ask out loud, but just held his forehead with his hand, because at this moment he clearly felt a flash of dizziness... However, after drinking half a pot of wine in the rain, this feeling did not seem to be something worth worrying about. And in a showdown between nearly 200,000 troops, the death of a commander did not seem to be a message that could shake him as an official.
"I understand." After suppressing the dizziness, Zhao Jiu exhaled lightly and answered as calmly as possible.
"The heads of Generals Tuhesu and Ali have been cut off. General Wu sent people to deliver them. Would Your Majesty like to review them?" Liu Yan, who was standing next to him, did not notice Emperor Zhao's hidden emotions and continued to report earnestly with his hands clasped, so that raindrops flowed out of his armor in lines.
"No need." Zhao Jiu shook his head and pressed the wine glass on the table in front of him.
Liu Yan immediately turned around and waved to the two squad leaders, who immediately retreated with the wooden barrels in their hands.
The high platform made of temporary piles of debris fell into an uneasy silence again. During the silence, Zhao Jiu took a deep breath while others were watching the battle.
By the way, this silence was not Zhao Jiu's subjective intention. On the contrary, at this moment, the Zhao Song official had countless words he wanted to say.
He really wanted to tell Mei Li, a close minister who might not be aware of the situation, that ten years ago, when he was feeling the most insecure, Huyan Tong had, by chance, undertaken the work of imperial guard for a long period of time.
He also wanted to ask Liu Yan, when there were "thousands of people" of the Loyalists in front of Mingdao Palace, how many old soldiers from Yanzhou, Liaodong are there now?
He also wanted to invite Lv Yihao to sit down, pour wine with him and discuss heroes, to discuss whose credit the so-called "Ten Years of Success" was. Was it him, the emperor, or the famous generals Han, Yue, Zhang, and Wu who seemed to have been sent from heaven to help the Song Dynasty in the great era? Or was it Li Gang, Zongze, Zhang Suo, Wang Boyan, Lv Haowen, Xu Jingheng, Zhao Ding, Zhang Jun, and even Lv Yihao, the famous prime ministers of Jianyan?
If it was none of them, then what about the 300,000 soldiers in the imperial camp, or the countless civil officials? Or the struggling survivors of the two rivers? The people of the southeast, Jingxiang, Bashu, Central Plains, and Guanxi who provided financial support and food for the country's revival?
Or should we all be one?
But after the demise of the Jin Dynasty, could it really remain as one?
In a trance, Zhao Jiu couldn't help but silently recite the names of the commanders in the imperial camp, then the ministers in the court, and then all the people whose names he could remember or couldn't remember, even some people without faces. In the end, it was no longer specific characters, but things strung together by the characters.
And when these people and things accumulated more and more in his mind, after accumulating to a certain level, the official almost felt that his chest was about to explode, as if urging and forcing him to shout out something.
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