Is it scary? Not really. When you're facing countless enemies, they're like a tide, like ants, impossible to kill or annihilate. They surround you, wanting to devour you alive.
You will feel fear, dread. But when there is no way out, you no longer feel fear, you are no longer afraid of death. Because you know that fear is also a death, sooner or later.
Many people are like this, we are terrified of death. Death is something that everyone fears, but when you truly face death calmly, you are not so afraid anymore.
Let’s put it this way, a veteran who has fought on the battlefield is shot through the heart by an arrow. You would think that this is fate.
Wen Zhengming and his men rushed into Kagong Town. Although Gao Liangcheng was caught off guard, the Dali army soon calmed down. After all, there were more than 20,000 troops, but only 800 of them rushed in.
Wen Zhengming and his men were facing an enemy that was nearly thirty times their number. Even if they launched a sneak attack, there was no hope of winning.
Gao Liangcheng was still asleep, dreaming of becoming an emperor. He dreamed of conquering the Song Dynasty, and the Mongol Empire finally succumbing to his will. Tubo and Goryeo both paid tribute, and he conquered the Central Plains. The imperial palace in Kaifeng was now his. He saw the towering and majestic Purple Palace, the golden-bricked corridors, and the harem overflowing with beauties. He could even look up and see the gods in heaven.
He dreamed that a god came down to earth and gave him a pill of immortality, which he happily accepted. But strangely, when he took it in his hand, the pill of immortality turned into a red date. Could this be the legendary pill for eating dates?
Just as Gao Liangcheng was hesitantly putting the red date into his mouth, he was shaken awake. Anyone who is woken up from a deep sleep will be very angry, and Gao Liangcheng is particularly irritable when he wakes up. He kicked the man who woke him and knocked him to the ground.
Before he could say anything, the soldier shouted, "Oh no! Prime Minister, the enemy is attacking!"
"What!" Gao Liangcheng was shocked. His previous anger vanished, leaving only fear: "Who are they? How many enemy troops are here?"
The soldiers didn't know how many people had arrived. It was pitch black, the darkest time before dawn, and also the time when people were most sleepy.
"! How many people!" Gao Liangcheng didn't have time to get dressed. He pulled out the sword hanging on the tent and pointed it at the soldier.
The soldier woke up immediately and spoke fluently: "Prime Minister, we don't know how many people there are at the moment. But there are about two to three thousand people who rushed into the town."
Two or three thousand people, no more than that. Listening to the sounds of fighting, shouting, and footsteps outside, the enemy army must be at least five or six thousand.
Gao Liangcheng was shocked. Two or three thousand of his troops were resting, but the enemy had actually broken through the sentry line and entered the town. If they attacked at full speed, he might be defeated.
"Protect the real one! Quick! All the soldiers, listen to my orders and protect the general's tent!" Gao Liangcheng was frightened and his sword was choked.
It was impossible to tell in the darkness. The soldiers hurriedly got up, grabbed their weapons, and ran out of the tent. Then shouts rang out all around: "Protect the commander's tent!"
The enemy and our own were still unclear, so the most important thing right now was to protect the commander. Furthermore, who knew how many Song troops had arrived; anyone who fell under their wing would be a lamb to be slaughtered. It would be better for everyone to gather at the commander's tent. Strength in numbers might not necessarily mean strength, but at least being together would give them some peace of mind.
Gao Liangcheng's army desperately tried to get closer to their commander, but in reality, none of them wanted to fight. Without fighting spirit, no matter how many soldiers there were, they would become a disorganized mess if their commander didn't discipline them.
The first group Wen Zhengming faced was the troops of Shan Chuanxu from the Shanzi Camp under Gao Liangcheng. The Shanzi Camp had more than 4,000 men, but they were scattered by Wen Zhengming's 800 old, weak and sick men. However, the number of people in the Shanzi Camp was too large, so Wen Zhengming and his men only killed 300 to 400 people, while the Shengjie Army only lost 23 people.
If the Xiang army cannot fight, even if Yue Fei, Han Shizhong or even Zhu Qing were here, they would have to admire these warriors of Wen Zhengming.
Some of them were young men of seventeen or eighteen, and some were old men of fifty or sixty. But now you can't see any old or weak people, instead you can see soldiers charging forward without caring about their lives.
After several rounds of fighting, the Shengjie Army finally lost fifty or sixty men. However, the Shanzi Battalion suffered even more casualties. It wasn't until Shan Chuanxu realized he was facing a group of lunatics that he began to fear.
Shan Chuanxu was afraid, and so were his soldiers. The Song army on the other side was not afraid of death at all, they seemed to be rushing to die.
Shan Chuanxu clearly saw that they were all wearing the uniforms of the Xiang army, and the weapons in their hands were all old and worn out, but why would such a troop rush forward like crazy, disregarding their lives?
Wen Zhengming led the charge. His face was covered in stains and blood, and his original features could no longer be seen. Only a pair of blood-red eyes stared fiercely at the enemy.
A beast-like roar emanated from his mouth, and the soldiers of the Shengjie Army all roared in the same way. Everyone's facial expression was distorted. They didn't look like soldiers of the Song Dynasty, but more like demons from hell.
The devils bared their teeth, roared and threatened to bite you to death. Some of the Shanzi camp members began to flee and retreat with fear on their faces.
One person who escaped took away ten people, and ten people who retreated took away a hundred people. Then the entire Sanzi Camp began to flee in panic.
But Wen Zhengming and his men were like leeches, howling and chasing after them.
The more fiercely the enemy pursued them, the more frightened Shan Chuanxu and his men became. Until Shan Ziying was so frightened that they began to retreat towards the center of the town.
The town was not big to begin with, and the tidal retreat of Shanzi Camp led to the escape of other camps.
They had originally wanted to take advantage of the situation, but were forced into battle by Gao Liangcheng. Although the Gao family was powerful, their generals were often divided.
Hearing the beast-like roar of the Song army not far away, who wouldn't be afraid of the Dali army, which had not seen war for a hundred years?
Shan Chuanxu was clever. "Can you outrun the crazy Song army behind you with your two legs?" He was clever, so he grabbed a horse and ran towards the commander.
Gao Liangcheng felt more at ease as he watched the army gathering around him. As more and more soldiers gathered, Gao Liangcheng had a vague feeling that the enemy might be very small in number.
"Messenger, go to the front quickly to find out how many enemy troops there are!" Gao Liangcheng ordered.
As soon as he finished speaking, the army began to flee ahead. Gao Liangcheng and his men began to panic again.
"The Song army is coming! Run!" These defeated soldiers knew one thing: the more enemies they killed, the better, and the more ferocious they were, the better. Because only in this way could they cover up the crime of retreating in the face of battle.
"Yes, how many people are there?" The soldiers around Gao Liangcheng all showed expressions of horror on their faces.
"There are at least seven or eight thousand people in the east!" the defeated soldiers shouted.
"Run! There are about 10,000 Song soldiers appearing in the southeast!"
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