Arrows flew like locusts, and rocks rained down. In desperation, Wanyan Quxian and his men had no choice but to retreat again.
These thousand Jin soldiers were squeezed into this narrow space under the cliff. They couldn't fight back, and they couldn't escape. Their surrender was not accepted, which was simply driving them crazy.
Someone really went crazy. Wanyan Quxian retreated with Wanyan Ang's head. The remaining Jin soldiers looked at him with strange eyes, which made Wanyan Quxian feel uneasy.
Wanyan Quxun was now filled with regret. After killing Wanyan Ang, he had never imagined that the Song army would not accept his surrender. They were going to kill them all. It was truly retribution.
Several of Wanyan Ang's diehard followers quietly surrounded Wanyan Quxian, hating him for his rash killing of their leader. Leaderless, they didn't know what to do, and they wanted to vent their desperate anger.
Qu Xian noticed something was wrong. He looked at the surrounding Jin soldiers and asked, "You, what do you want to do?"
No one answered. A dozen Jin soldiers, swords drawn, looked at him coldly. People only hated the one who had taken away their hope. In their desperate situation, they mistakenly thought Wanyan Ang was their hope.
Wanyan Quxun knew the purpose of these soldiers. He threw away Wanyan Ang's head with his left hand, and the head rolled to the feet of the Jin soldiers next to him. The Jin soldiers surrounding him became even more angry when they saw the head rolling at their feet. They took another step forward.
Wanyan Quxun was a violent man who would beat his subordinates at the slightest provocation. Many people had long been dissatisfied with him, and now more Jin soldiers surrounded him.
Wanyan Quxun's hand trembled slightly as he gripped his sword. He nervously looked at the soldiers surrounding him. The greatest humiliation in his life was being killed by his own men. He regretted not dying at the hands of the Song army.
The Song army above looked at each other in bewilderment as they watched them slaughter each other. They even forgot to continue their attack towards the bottom of the valley. The Jin soldiers were at their wit's end, and the Song army was happy to watch this excitement.
"Ah!" Wanyan Quxian chopped down a Jin soldier who rushed up with a sword, and other Jin soldiers rushed up one after another and overwhelmed Wanyan Quxian.
When the Jin soldiers dispersed, Wanyan Ang lay face up on the pile of rocks, his face bloody and bloody. A stone from one of the Jin soldiers had been thrown down on his head.
Countless knife marks covered his neck, chest, thighs, and abdomen. The vicious Wanyan Quxian was chopped to pieces by his own men.
“Bang, bang, bang!…”
The Song army launched another attack, and the Jin soldiers at the bottom of the valley fled in all directions, suffering heavy casualties.
This kind of battle cannot be fought, it is not called fighting. Of the 3,000 Jin soldiers, only a few hundred were left, and the most terrible thing was that the opposing Song army did not lose a single soldier.
The Song troops surrounding Yixian Valley gradually withdrew, returning to their defensive lines. The few hundred Jin soldiers remaining trapped at the bottom of the valley were no longer a threat, so Zhong Hong ordered 5,000 men to remain. Their sole purpose was to starve these Jin soldiers below to death.
Three days later, only forty or fifty Jin soldiers remained at the bottom of the valley. Some had starved to death, some died of disease, and some succumbed to their wounds. Many more had perished in suicidal attacks, for these men knew that living was the greatest suffering.
So the Song army finally launched an attack to the bottom of the valley. When they rushed into the valley, they found that they didn't need to do anything themselves. The forty or fifty Jin soldiers were already exhausted. The Song army even found the white bones on the legs of the corpses. These Jin soldiers were actually cannibalizing each other.
There were always a few who resisted stubbornly, but that was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. The Song soldiers who rushed into the valley held shields in their left hands and bows and crossbows in their right hands, shooting and killing the Jin soldiers on sight.
This was like hunting, but more like a single-player game. In less than half an hour, the entire Yixian Valley was completely wiped out by the Song army.
Zhong Hong's message had achieved its purpose. Three thousand Jin soldiers attacked from Yixian Valley, but the Song army annihilated them without a single casualty. This statement was highly praised in Bianjing, greatly inspiring the court and the people, with all the ministers congratulating him. Zhao Huan was overjoyed and issued a decree of heavy rewards for the Zhong family army. Bai Wanli was reinstated as deputy commander of Cangzhou, crowned the prodigal general, and given a lavish burial, symbolizing his return to form.
There was only one person crying at the funeral, and he cried the hardest. That person was Bai Shizhong.
Even better news arrived. Xiongzhou's Chief of Criminal Justice, Zhan Yunpeng, had seized numerous smuggled weapons and captured the criminal Xiongzhou commanders, Jiao Zifu and Jiao Mang. He had also apprehended Wuleqi, the prefect of the Jin Dynasty's Nanjing Military General Administration Office. However, the deputy general administrator, Shuhu Ximeng, had fled for fear of punishment.
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When Fang Rucheng rounded up these men, the grooms knelt in surrender. This was smuggling within the Song Dynasty; anyone caught was to be executed immediately. Therefore, Jiao Zifu's men, along with the servants led by Shuhu Ximeng, put up a desperate resistance. They engaged in battle with the yamen runners, but the dozens of them were no match for them. Only Shuhu Ximeng, on horseback, forged a bloody path and galloped northward, while the rest were brought to justice.
Another team of yamen runners, led by Zhan Yunpeng, rushed directly to Shuhu Ximeng's warehouse, which was guarded by Shuhu Ximeng's deputy, Fupan Wuleqi.
Wuleqi and forty or fifty people were waiting outside the warehouse for Shuhu Ximeng to come. However, they were blocked at the door by Zhan Yunpeng and all of them were arrested.
Zhan Yunpeng and his companions were stunned when they opened the warehouse door. Countless weapons filled the warehouse. A preliminary count revealed over 10,000 bundles of arrows, 900 divine arm crossbows, 1,300 iron bows, thunder cannons, gunpowder, saltpeter, and armor. There were also over 200 chariots and 54,300 iron spears. There were also 400 long swords, 143 battle axes, 36 Longquan swords, and even siege chariots, along with other strategic supplies...
Zhan Yunpeng was secretly terrified. If these weapons and equipment fell into the hands of the Jin soldiers, the consequences would be disastrous. Zhan Yunpeng notified the garrison in the southern suburbs of Xiongzhou to come and count the weapons and equipment as soon as possible, and at the same time sent troops to the capital to inform the emperor.
Daojun Palace.
It was originally the Guanghua Hall during the reign of Emperor Huizong. After Emperor Zhao Ji abdicated, he converted it into the Daojun Palace, where he would meditate day and night in the hope of immortality.
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