In fact, this was also the fundamental reason why Wanyan Wushu, after his brother Wanyan Erlido returned to Yanjing, forced to change the established strategy under pressure from Nianhan and painstakingly designed this ambush and raid.
After all, for the fourth prince of the Jin Dynasty, the battle of Huaishang was unforgettable. So how could Han Shizhong, the de facto commander of the Song army that day, be "ignored" by him?
He would never forget Han Shizhong in his entire life, just as he would always remember that the fundamental target of this attack was the Zhao Song emperor, and not anyone else!
He can even write the four words "Jinwu Hufu"!
However, it was not until now that Wanyan Wushu discovered a major mistake in his plan - he should not have chosen to march in at night for the sake of the suddenness of the battle, because this would greatly reduce the effect of the original annihilation battle! He should have let Han Chang, Wanyan Balisu and others take advantage of the cavalry and complete the encirclement during the day when the vision was good, and then slowly plan.
Of course, things have come to this point, and there is no point in thinking too much. Wanyan Wushu can only stand here and wait for news at dawn.
In winter, the sun rises very late in the east, and it seems that the more you worry about something, the more likely it will come true. Instead of waiting for the good news that Han Shizhong was captured and killed, Wanyan Wushu received a message that could be called a negative testimony.
"So, you fought a large and elite Song Dynasty bronze cavalry last night, but were repeatedly charged by them, repeatedly rescued a small group of trapped soldiers, and finally were separated from the south?" Wanyan Wushu looked at Wanyan Balisu who saluted him and frowned slightly. "Not the west?"
"No." The imperial clan general, Wanyan Balisu, the commander of the Western Army, replied calmly on his horse. "He probably guessed that we had sent people to take Changge City, so he went directly from the south to the fortified city of Changsha (later Xuchang). However, last night, the arrows from the soldiers were like rain, and many of the cavalry fell off their horses. It is possible that Han Shizhong had already been trampled into mud..."
"There is no such thing as a person like Han Shizhong!" Wanyan Wushu interrupted him expressionlessly. "Unless you see the body with your own eyes."
"Fourth Prince, even if Han Shizhong is still alive." Wanyan Balisu frowned slightly and looked at him carefully. "We also won a great victory last night. The Song army lost nearly half of their lives. At most, 10,000 people escaped. And those who could hastily follow and gather in Changsha are estimated to be only a few thousand. It seems not enough..."
"What exactly do you want to say?" Wanyan Wushu interrupted the other party again, causing the surrounding officers and scholars to not even dare to breathe.
"I mean, Han Shizhong's troops are already broken and can no longer rescue Dongjing. So when will the Fourth Prince go to take Dongjing?" Wanyan Balisu was slightly angry and raised his head. "It is said that Zong Ze in Dongjing has been gradually dying because of the recent war. It is just to stabilize the morale of the army that it is kept secret. So, when we easily take Dongjing..."
"Why should I take Tokyo?" Wanyan Wushu interrupted him for the second time.
Wanyan Bali fell silent immediately… If he forced himself to contradict, he could of course say it was the order of the Grand Marshal, but there were some things that he really could not interfere with, especially his own brother, Wanyan Yinshu, the governor of Taiyuan, had been in poor health since he came back from the south last year, and he had given special instructions when he came.
"Balisu, are you trying to say that Marshal Du has given the order?" However, Balisu wanted to give face to the Fourth Prince, but the Fourth Prince did not want to give face to Balisu at all. Instead, he stood up from a high position on the slope and pointed it out in public.
"Yes." Wanyan Balisu had no choice but to bow to the other person at the bottom of the slope.
"It's true that the commander-in-chief has given orders, but I am the commander-in-chief of an army. It is my responsibility to handle the military affairs here." Jin Wushu said calmly. "Besides, I also have the order of the king... Balisu, let me ask you again, what is the first order of the king? Does it mean that we have to chase the emperor of Song to wherever he is?"
"Yes!" Wanyan Bali became more and more angry, but there was nothing he could do.
"Which is more important, the king's will or the marshal's military order?" Wanyan Wushu pressed on.
"So what exactly does the Fourth Prince want to do?" Balisu pretended to be impatient to avoid this frustrating question.
"Of course I will follow the king's order and rush south to Nanyang to find the Emperor of Song!" Wanyan Wushu finally changed his face.
"What about Tokyo?" Balisu was speechless. "Can't we take Tokyo and then go south?"
"Don't we still have tens of thousands of Talan soldiers?" Wanyan Wushu finally lost his patience. "I'm giving a formal order now. Don't worry about the stragglers. You lead the way and head south to Changsha immediately. Han Chang and I will follow and see if Han Shizhong is dead or not!"
"That's all."
That evening, the Jin army had not yet arrived at the city, and in Changsha City, Han Shizhong, who had just escaped back to the city, was lying naked on the couch with his eyes closed and silent. The back of the governor was bloody and there was almost no good skin, and there were bloody flesh on his thighs and arms. And in this situation, suddenly, Mrs. Liang held a basket in front of her husband with tears in her eyes.
Mrs. Liang's hands were covered in blood, and the basket was filled with blood, including twisted arrowheads and arrow heads... Judging from the weight, it must have weighed several kilograms.
It turned out that the Jin people's arrows were good at breaking armor, and Han Shizhong was in a hurry to put on his armor yesterday, and he had no time to put on the silk lining that was usually used to protect against arrows. As a result, in the night battle, countless arrows shot into his back through the iron armor, but they were nailed into the flesh through the gaps in the armor. Han Shizhong has always been a scoundrel, so scoundrel that he didn't care about his life, so when he returned at this time, he did nothing but asked Madam Liang and the military doctor to use a knife to cut out the arrows on his back one by one. There were even two arrows shot into his arms and went straight into the bones. They couldn't be cut out for a while, so he simply forced Madam Liang to wrap the machine of the enemy-killing bow around it and then shoot it to force the arrow out of his body... With such an attitude, it's no wonder that Madam Liang, a female husband in the army who is used to her husband's style, would cry.
Back to the present, Han Shizhong, who was lying on the couch, raised his head slightly and glanced at the basket weakly. He was silent at first, but suddenly grinned: "This weight is enough for a blow... Take it and ask the blacksmith in the city to forge a short sword for me. In the future, I, Han Wu, will use this sword to skin Wanyan Wushu alive to avenge the loss of tens of thousands of men yesterday. Otherwise, I swear I will not be a human being!"
By the end of his speech, blood was streaming from Han Shizhong's back and his voice was shaking the roof tiles. The generals and soldiers who had gathered around, including the defenders and officials in the city, were originally depressed, sad and frightened, but when they heard these words, they were cheered up.
ps: Sorry, it's a bit late, but if this plot is not written out, this chapter will obviously be incomplete, I'm very sorry.
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