"Yang Dalang, you're here at the right time. Let me ask you, do you understand flag signals and military orders?" Han Shizhong turned his head on his horse, his eyes as sharp as lightning, looking at him seriously.
"Commander Han, don't joke around." Even though Yang Yizhong had just escaped from the battlefield, he couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous at this moment. "My grandfather and father have been in the military for several lifetimes, and I grew up in the army since I was a child. If I don't understand the flag and military orders, wouldn't I have lived in vain for more than 20 years?"
"That's good!" Han Shizhong nodded slightly. "The trenches on the east side are about to be leveled, you will hand over all your squads to Wang Sheng, and I will stay here to control the flags and orders!"
Yang Yizhong felt increasingly confused: "The commander asked me to come and help you with the dispatch? Then where is the commander going?"
"The time has not come yet, so I won't go anywhere for now." Han Shizhong shook his head. "I will just stay here with you and watch."
Yang Yizhong's thoughts were completely confused, and he had no idea what was going on, but as a military leader, he had no choice but to obey. Immediately, Han Shizhong dismantled hundreds of bright imperial guards in public, with the team leaders as their direct commanders, and deployed them in public. Under the eyes of the Jin army, they all joined the siege sequence in the east.
"Puluhun!"
On the east side of the camp, in a vast open space that looked extremely large because the military tents had been dismantled, there was silence here, unlike the bustling scene outside. However, seeing the obvious increase in the number of troops by the Song army, an experienced Xi officer wearing a mask could not help but speak to Puluhun, who was sitting on the ground next to him, relying on his status and qualifications. "The Song army has increased its troops. Should we ask the Fourth Prince for some reinforcements?"
Puluhun, who was also wearing a mask, turned his head and asked coldly: "Xiao Yuli, did I issue an order before that all cavalrymen, except for Alibu, must line up their horses, sit still, and only listen to me?"
This was not a good thing to hear, and Xiao Yuli was panicked for a moment, so he quickly loosened the reins and fell to the ground to apologize.
However, the chief Meng'an under Wanyan Wushu shook his head again: "You actually let go of the warhorse? Can't you forgive you because you are a noble of the Xi tribe and the father-in-law of the Third Prince?"
Xiao Xili looked up in surprise and was about to explain when the Jurchen Mouke Alibu, who was nearby, came forward with several Jurchen armored soldiers. They personally held the man down in front of Puluhun and more than a thousand Jin cavalrymen, and grabbed the man's gourd-shaped iron helmet and pulled it back.
At this time, Puluhun had just stood up himself, but he did not even remove the mask of the Xi nobleman. He just took out his hard bow and pulled out a long Jurchen arrow from the quiver in front of the man's waist, then drew the bow and aimed it at the man's eyes... It is said that Jurchen arrows are famous for their long and sharp arrowheads and their ability to penetrate armor. The arrowheads are even five or six inches long. Xiao Li knew how powerful they were, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could not get rid of them... And Puluhun just loosened the bowstring casually, and the arrowhead completely sank into the eyes of the man in front of him. After the latter was shot, his hands and feet trembled, and then he was motionless.
After killing this man, Puluhun sat back as if nothing had happened, but he still held the horse and sat still. The armored cavalry of various tribes around him were all shocked, but they dared not move at all.
Just like that, after just a moment, the "Han'er reinforcements" among the two Meng'an who were ordered to "fight to the death" in the front saw "countless" shining imperial guards rushing towards them, and their momentum was lost again. After the outer fence and trenches, they finally lost another layer of the inner wall.
Han Shizhong's central army cheered and, under the command of Wang Sheng, nicknamed the Black Dragon, rushed forward and pushed down the low wall made of mud and wood, further opening up the way for the advance!
At the same time, another rider galloped to the foot of Xiacai City, climbed up to the top of the city wall, held the command flag in his hand, and bowed his head:
"General Zhang, please send at least 1,000 more troops to our Commander Han! Please send troops from the front (the west side of the Jin army camp)!"
Zhang Boying laughed when he heard this, but he didn't say anything... He wanted to see if this bastard Han Wu would ever stop? ! Who could persuade him to send troops today? !
"Your Highness, the Imperial Censor, Zhang Jun..."
"Zhang Zhongcheng, stop talking nonsense!" Zhang Jun turned around angrily and shouted at him. "I don't know what Han Wu is planning, but I know that the Jin army camp in front is the most heavily guarded, and there are two Meng'an, with extremely strong forces. If we withdraw another 1,000 soldiers at this time, I'm afraid that when our army is exhausted, Wanyan Wushu will personally lead the central army and the two thousand Jin soldiers to fight bravely... In just a few miles, if we can't resist and are in a state of collapse, I'm afraid Xiacai will also be swept away by the defeated soldiers, and this place will not be saved! If this place is not saved, who can save it?!"
"I think what Commander Zhang said is very true." Zhao Ding did not hesitate any longer. "The safety of the emperor should not be taken lightly!"
"I think so too." Wang Yuan also stood up solemnly and bowed to Zhao Jiu.
Zhang Jun was silent.
"Mr. Zhang... I'm talking about General Zhang. Come here, I have something to tell you." Zhao Jiu thought for a moment and finally took the initiative to speak, but waved to Zhang Boying.
"Your Majesty! I..." Zhang Jun hurried forward, bowed his head, and was about to continue persuading him, but unexpectedly, Emperor Zhao suddenly reached out and held his hands. He was also startled and quickly knelt down on his knees.
"Did Zhang Qing notice that?" Zhao Jiu sighed and tried to whisper. Even though it was a low voice, many people could hear it when no one dared to speak on the city wall. "If I don't put my hands on my knees, I will tremble... Because today I saw with my own eyes thousands of soldiers fighting, the momentum was overwhelming, but there was only smoke and dust, and I couldn't even understand the battle situation. I was confused and really afraid that I would be defeated and die here today!"
Zhang Jun hesitated and didn't dare to say anything. In fact, he didn't know what to say.
"But I am afraid, but I also understand that the situation has reached this point. The victory or defeat depends on you and Han Qing. I am useless." Emperor Zhao continued slowly. "I don't understand your dispute. But Han Qing is in front of the battlefield. I can only rely on Zhang Qing at this time. I hope Zhang Qing still remembers what he said at the Feishui River that day, and tries his best to maintain some of the situation for me... Zhang Qing, I am really afraid of death, but I really want to win this battle, so you must tell me the truth. Can you really not agree to Han Qing?"
Zhang Jun knelt on the ground, panicking and hesitant, but finally nodded with gritted teeth: "I roughly guessed that Han Wu wanted to borrow troops to spy on the strength of the camp, so he had to dispatch troops from the front line... I will let Liu Bao go along the river bank to find him, and then change the supervision team into a death squad, and send them all! Please rest assured, as long as I am alive today, I will definitely protect your safety!"
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