There's nothing I can do.
On the top of the city wall, Gao Jingshan watched scene after scene coldly. He saw that Wang Bolun, in order to gain merit, scattered his cavalry into the thick and complex camp of the Song army; he saw that these elite soldiers who could have run rampant in the field battle were naturally separated because of the camp and the terrain, and because of the pursuit of the defeated Song army; he saw that these cavalry had to dismount and fight on foot in order to fight effectively and avoid the dense arrows.
Now, he saw again the Song cavalry that had impressed him so much.
This cavalry unit cautiously tried to sneak across the river, but as soon as they set foot on the eastern river channel, they attracted the attention and warning of Wang Bolun's remaining subordinates.
Wang Bolong, who had received the warning, turned his horse around in surprise and looked over the river bank. With just one glance, the experienced Wan Hu suddenly realized what was going on and his face changed drastically:
"Wave the flag!"
The surrounding officers were caught off guard.
"Raise the flag!" Wang Bolong turned around, his face more serious than ever. "Raise the flag immediately and tell the front troops to withdraw! This is a trap!"
The officer beside him was in a daze, and quickly waved several flags and blew the bugle.
Inside the Song army camp, the Jin army, which was still advancing despite some difficulty, dismounted their cavalry and looked back in shock. The sound and the flag clearly meant a retreat, but why?
They were down there with no vision and had no idea what was happening.
Many people immediately became panicked.
"Attack immediately!" On the hill, Yue Fei looked down from above and issued another military order without hesitation.
For a moment, seven or eight red flags were waving together on the earthen hill that served as the command post of the Song army. The Beiwei Army of the Right Army of the Imperial Camp, which had been hiding in a camp on the side, that is, the heavy infantry with long axes that had long been unable to contain themselves, immediately followed the familiar camp road and, under the leadership of Zhang Zigai, attacked the Jin army that was pouring into the camp from the flank.
At the same time, several reserve troops at the foot of the earthen hill also rushed forward. Tian Shizhong, who was extremely frustrated at the front line, turned around, raised his flag and ordered a counterattack.
Even some brave civilians began to take advantage of their familiarity with the terrain and rushed out of some small villages, trying to seize those precious war horses.
The two sides moved in unison, as if Wang Bolun's decisive withdrawal had summoned the Song army's ambush.
At this time, some of the Jin army knights who had noticed the movements around them came to their senses and turned around, but the dense trenches, camps, and corridors remained unchanged. Just as they had previously prevented them from advancing effectively, they now became obstacles to their retreat.
In panic, even the elite soldiers who had fought in hundreds of battles fell into a state of confusion.
On the riverbank, Wang Bolun saw more clearly than the soldiers... Not only was the extremely elite heavy infantry advancing at a very fast speed, but they were also intentionally or unintentionally shifting to the outer riverbank on the east side, as if they wanted to surround their own troops in the camp and swallow them all up.
At the same time, the retreat speed of his subordinates was too slow.
If this continues, it seems only a matter of time before the troops he has broken into the Song army camp are completely surrounded and annihilated. As the commander, he must make a quick decision. Should he lead his personal guards and the infantry behind him to provide support, or should he make a heroic move and withdraw immediately?
Wang Bolun stood on the river bank, his warhorse taking him around in circles several times, causing his eyes to repeatedly move between his ambushed subordinates in front, the huge Yuan city to the south, the increasing number of Song cavalry on the river to the north, and his own infantry formation on the east bank embankment behind him.
Finally, the decisive Wang Bolun became decisive again. He took off his mask, turned his horse's head, rode eastward, and took his last cavalry and personal guards to find his infantry formation.
He threw no less than forty Mouke into the camp of the Song army!
In the huge camp, these forty Moukes were like insignificant ink stains and were being quickly cleaned up with a huge rag.
Wang Bolong rode away on his horse, disappointing everyone.
The Jin army was in a low position and witnessed their general abandoning them, so they were naturally frustrated and angry. Yue Fei and other generals were also disappointed when they saw Wang Bolong escape at such a high speed with his limbs cut off. This was a Wan Hu, and a veteran general equivalent to a founding Wan Hu, who was known as the bravest veteran of the Eastern Route Army.
What a pity.
Even Tian Shizhong felt a little unfair. He had sacrificed hundreds of lives, and might even have suffered thousands of casualties, to catch this big fish. Now, not to mention that Wang Bolun had escaped, he even found it difficult to accept that the Jin army's infantry had not followed him.
"Big Ladle, how many people have come?"
On the other side of the Yellow River on the east side, Deputy General Yang Zaixing, wearing heavy armor, turned his head on his horse and looked back.
"A little over three hundred..." Commander Guo Jin said seriously. "All three, but one is the young master's."
"That's two hundred, two of them, one for each of us." Yang Zaixing swung the iron spear in his hand while speaking. "Old Guo, that Wang is a millionaire, how can we let him get away like this? If I don't charge, I will definitely not be able to sleep tonight... We haven't fought since we crossed the river!"
Guo Jin thought about it, then looked back at the 'young official' who was organizing the troops at the riverbank in the distance. He was the young marshal Yue Yun, who was actually the head of the Beiwei Army under the banner of "Ji Yi". Then he nodded and said, "I think it's okay... Let's charge in quickly while the young official hasn't reacted!"
After he finished speaking, Yang Zaixing reined in his horse, turned around, whistled on the horse, and pulled down his mask. Then, without any flags or words, he led the way towards the Jin army's large formation of 5,000 infantrymen.
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