mesbooks Chapter 644: Battle of the Immortal Mountain
Chapter 644: Battle of the Immortal Mountain
In this way, the remaining 30,000 Tatars soon turned around and headed towards Damingfu.
Their action strategy was similar to what Yang Zhong expected, but they passed Wuxian Mountain later than expected.
It was evening, the setting sun in the sky was blood-red, and it was also the hottest time of the year.
Wuxian Mountain is steep and has dense forests.
The people lying in ambush on the mountain today are probably the elite troops in the army. They are lightly covered with iron armor, their swords are wrapped in cloth, and their horses are holding their mouths shut. In the scorching heat, they dare not move at all and can only let the sweat run down their eyes.
As the sound of horse hooves could be heard in the distance and dust was rising, the Tatar vanguard had entered the valley, and their distinctive high noses, deep eyes and pigtails slowly came into view.
Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath even more.
Yang Zhong happened to be on the side with Liu Sanlang. Seeing this, he whispered, "Wait a little longer, wait until we get closer!"
There was some uncontrollable excitement and excitement in his tone.
Then he quietly instructed everyone: "Bowmen, prepare your positions, logs and rocks, and wait for them to enter the valley. Then, fire at the command!"
"I understand!" Liu Sanlang nodded softly in response, and at the same time slowly pulled the bowstring in his hand to its fullest. His target was the fat man in the lead.
After a while, the main force of the Tatars had basically entered the valley. The team was winding and zigzagging, but they were unaware that they had been exposed in the shadows of the cliffs on both sides and were in the ambush circle designed by Yang Zhong.
The air was filled with heat waves, not even a trace of wind could be heard, and the entire valley was unusually quiet, as if foreshadowing the coming of a massacre.
Suddenly, the thin man in the lead seemed to sense something, stopped his horse, and shouted, "Dag, something's wrong, run!"
At this point, it was too late to retreat, and the only way to survive was to run out of the valley.
Yang Zhong saw this and without hesitation, he gave the order decisively: "Shoot!"
In an instant, a horn blast tore through the evening sky.
Arrows immediately poured down from the sky like black rain, and the sound of arrows breaking through the air was piercing and sharp. The enemy troops immediately screamed and people and horses fell to the ground.
The arrow in Liu Sanlang's hand shot out like a meteor, and one arrow knocked down the fat man on the horse. It seemed that the man was doomed.
Until his death, the fat man never realized what was happening.
"Change to rolling logs and stones!" Yang Zhong saw that the enemy was frightened and their formation was in chaos. It was a good opportunity, so he shouted immediately.
After all, there are limited arrow feathers, so they should be used sparingly. At this time, the attack power of rolling logs and stones is no less than that of arrows.
What's more, it has been improved.
There was gunpowder with a lit fuse in the middle of the log.
Amidst a loud rumbling sound, huge logs and stones rolled down the cliff, crushed the enemy formation, and then exploded, with all kinds of wailing sounds mixed together.
"Kill!!!" Yang Zhong waved his knife and shouted loudly.
Then he took the lead and rushed down the mountain.
Liu Sanlang followed closely behind, the spear in his hand was like a soul-binding chain used by the Black and White Impermanence to take lives. He shot one Tatar after another, and the Tatars died before they could even run away.
Taking advantage of the chaos in the enemy army, with leaders either dead or fleeing, Yang Zhong led his men to ruthlessly harvest the heads of these Tatars one by one.
In a short while, the bottom of the valley became a Shura field!
The thin man had already escaped from the valley at this time. When he looked back, he was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat. The Han people had planned this in advance. Fortunately, he ran fast.
Who knew that before he could finish his thought, a handsome young man appeared in front of him, standing in front of him with his men.
It is obvious that they are waiting for the fish to escape.
Zhao Renzhi came from a family of military generals. After pulling the bowstring to its full extent, he shot the arrow without hesitation.
The thin man dodged it by moving sideways.
Undeterred, he drew his sword and said nonchalantly, "I've heard that the Tatars grew up on horseback and are particularly skilled in archery. Since you're the leader, you must be even better at riding and shooting. Let me, the general, meet you and show you our Zhao family swordsmanship!"
"Who are you? Tell me your name!" the thin man shouted.
He knew his situation was not optimistic, but he was a bit smarter than the average Tatar and promised, "If you spare me today, I will repay you a hundredfold in gold someday. We have an inexhaustible supply of gold, silver, and jewels in Kyoto."
"So much nonsense!" Zhao Renzhi sneered.
Then he rushed forward while shouting the order: "Kill!"
The two sides immediately engaged in a fight.
In fact, the two men had equal martial arts skills, but Zhao Renzhi was determined to win, with a firm look in his eyes and a courageous spirit. The thin man, on the other hand, had been frightened repeatedly and was timid, so he was at a disadvantage.
After fighting for more than a hundred rounds, he finally died under Zhao Ren's sword.
The men's morale was instantly boosted when they saw this, and soon they had almost eliminated all the fish that had escaped the net.
Afterwards, Zhao Renzhi led his men into the valley to help Yang Zhong and Liu Sanlang clean up the battlefield.
The fighting did not subside until dusk. After several hours, the valley was filled with blood and corpses.
The surviving enemy soldiers could not help but kneel down and beg for mercy, but were ruthlessly executed.
The others cursed at this, and their voices quickly faded away.
Yang Zhong and Liu Sanlang killed the most enemies and fought bloody battles for several hours, gasping for breath from exhaustion, but their spirits were very high.
"Everyone must clean up the battlefield carefully, treat the wounded, and leave no Tatars alive!" Yang Zhong ordered.
"Yes!" The soldiers below responded loudly, equally excited.
This time, in the battle against the Tatars, the casualty ratio was the lowest in history. Moreover, there were so many war horses and supplies available. How could we not be happy?
"What should we do with these people?" Zhao Renzhi pointed at the several mid-level generals tied up nearby and asked, "Should you interrogate them personally, Marshal, or...?"
"You and Sanlang come for the interrogation. After these battles, I find that you two have the qualities of a great general. You will definitely be the backbone of the Northern Expedition in the future. It is time for you to gain experience and stand on your own as soon as possible," Yang Zhong laughed.
There were undried bloodstains all over his face and body, and his rugged appearance made him look as creepy as a demon from hell.
But Zhao Renzhi and Liu Sanlang were already used to it.
After resting for a while, he went to the side to interrogate the prisoners individually.
So many people died in today's battle. It is not possible to leave their bodies exposed in the wilderness. It is easy for them to be infected with plague. They have to be burned to death.
You can't go back tonight.
Therefore, Zhao Renzhi was very patient. He and Liu Sanlang interrogated the people for half the night, torturing them half to death. After getting the information they wanted, they ordered their men to kill them.
"Marshal, Bai Chao is very likely near Guantao County now. Should we pursue him?" Liu Sanlang asked.
"This is a golden opportunity. We must not miss it. Once missed, it will never come back." Zhao Renzhi also wanted to take a gamble. If he could kill Bai Chao, it would be a great achievement.
"That's true. The morale of the soldiers is high now. It's a good time to pursue the victory. However, the troops are still insufficient. I want to send a letter to Lu County and request reinforcements to attack from both sides. Then it won't be too late to catch them all in one fell swoop. What do you think?" Yang Zhong also wanted to grab the credit, but he always felt that Bai Chao was not easy to deal with, so he still had to plan carefully.
"But the Yellow River is flooding. It will take at least ten days to transfer troops from Lu County. By then, Bai Chao may not be near Guantao. It will not be easy to track him down," Liu Sanlang frowned.
Zhao Renzhi saw that it was impossible to make any decision today, so he acted as a peacemaker and suggested, "Regardless of whether we pursue the victory or not, it's time for our troops to rest. Why don't we return to the city first and discuss the plan tomorrow?"