Chapter 356 Father and Son (Part 2)

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In this hilly area, how the Mongols ambushed Wanyan Tiege's troops a few days ago, and how the Khitans ambushed Pu Xianwannu's troops today, and even the fatigue of the ambushed party after a long journey was exactly the same.

Due to the restrictions of the hilly terrain, the first ones to be attacked were not Pu Suliemeng's troops, but a group of infantry on the left wing of the front team.

These soldiers were scattered everywhere, lying or sitting, and everyone was half tired to death. Although Pu Xianbuhui kept scolding and ordered to maintain the order, when the fatigue reached the extreme, once they rested, all their mental strength and tenacity were exhausted. Where could they gather? stand up?

Occasionally, a person with outstanding physical strength would go to the foot of the mountain to collect firewood, hoping to make a stove and cook himself a hot meal.

Suddenly, when he heard that the enemy was attacking, the man threw away the firewood and ran back. However, he was so nervous that he couldn't find where his spear was. He was groping around in the grass in a panic when the Khitans came from behind and separated his body and head with a wave of his long knife.

More Khitan people arrived in a chaotic manner and poured into the equally chaotic Jurchen queue.

In the past few years, the northeastern interior has been plagued by wars and rebellions, and tribal rebellions have occurred one after another. The imperial commander who is responsible for commanding the army has to report everything. As a result, he is unable to cope with the situation and has been defeated repeatedly. Therefore, when Tu Shanyi was appointed Minister Youcheng, he wrote a letter to the emperor at that time, imploring the then emperor to establish a province in Liaodong and appoint capable generals to guard it with full power.

However, Tu Shanyi's authority in military affairs was far inferior to that in government affairs, so the imperial court not only did not set up provinces, but also sent the generals responsible for the Northeast War, who were Wanyan Chengyu and Pu Xianwannu who had just lost their troops and territory in Yehuling. two.

The subsequent battle in Liaodong became even more difficult, and a large number of experienced veterans and officers were lost.

However, under such circumstances, the Zhongdu court continued to mobilize troops from the northeastern interior to Zhongdu to resist the direct threat from the Mongolian army. In the third year of Da'an and the first year of Zhenyou, 20,000 and 16,000 people were mobilized respectively. They were all elite soldiers that could be called the backbone.

As a result, the economic and disciplined army in the northeastern hinterland disappeared. Military leaders in various places relied more and more on tribal support, and when they drove the army, they increasingly lacked rigorous and effective command.

At this moment, when thousands of Khitan people roared loudly and rushed into the Jurchens' ranks one after another, the Jurchens' troops fell apart, and the soldiers were panicked and completely unable to deal with it.

The Khitans, on the other hand, charged with war horses, slashed and stabbed with swords and guns, beat everywhere with iron rods or bones, and shot in all directions with bows and arrows. They killed everyone they saw, sprinkling puff after puff of blood into the air, turning it into smell. The thick blood mist lingered for a long time.

The number of Jurchen troops that can still maintain their organizational structure is very small.

Pu Suliemeng's department is one of them. He didn't bother to greet the defeated soldiers, nor did he have time to rescue his colleagues who were surrounded by enemy troops. He only led his subordinates who had not escaped and rushed eastward, looking for opportunities.

This was not an attempt to escape, but a decision based on rich combat experience and analysis of the battlefield situation: At this time, the front army was completely in chaos, and there was no possibility of counterattack. We must retreat and find a way to join the Chinese rear army to survive!

After rushing not far, they encountered a group of infantry running wildly, rushing into each other and blocking the road. Pu Sulie urged his horse to make a circle to avoid them and the pursuers behind them. Unexpectedly, when passing through a sparse forest, he encountered enemy cavalry approaching from both sides. Before Pu Sulie could see his opponent clearly, two iron spears had pierced him like poisonous snakes.

This is a common standard iron spear among the Jurchen army, and Pu Suliemeng is very familiar with it. It is obvious that either these Khitans themselves served in the army, or they took the weapons of the dead and put them into battle.

Pu Sulie felt a little sad in his heart, but he ignored this emotion. He held his backhand to his waist and threw a two-pound meteor hammer to the left.

A dull sound of blows, the crisp sound of shattered armor, and miserable screams sounded at the same time, and a man on the left turned over and fell from his horse.

There was an iron chain and a handle attached to the back of the meteor hammer, which could have been used for repeated beatings, but Pu Sulie threw the whole thing out violently. Then he held a short spear in both hands and danced wildly like the wind.

After two bangs and bangs, the spear thrust of the man on the right was separated. Pu Sulie rode close to him, danced his short spear horizontally, and swept the man off his horse.

The heroic performance of beating two cavalry in a split second was caught in someone's eyes. He only heard a cheer not far away, and then there was a rain of arrows.

Pu Sulie cursed loudly, crawled on the saddle and urged the horse desperately.

I felt a whistling sound around my body, and in an instant, two arrow clusters pierced the leather armor, one on the back and one on the side. Although the shot was not deep, blood flowed down and dyed the saddle red. ; His war horse also whined. It turned out that an arrow had grazed its shoulder blade and opened a long bloody gash.

Looking back, there were only a dozen riders left galloping behind. The two people who had previously discussed military affairs were subordinates who had gotten along well with Pu Suliemeng in recent months, and now they were gone.

These soldiers all admired Pu Sulie's bravery and chose to follow him. They think that following a brave boss will give them a better chance of survival.

In fact, precisely because of Pu Sulie's fierce bravery, every time there was a fight, he was always placed in the most dangerous and critical place by his foster father or some other general. As a result, his subordinates would be replaced every now and then, making them more likely to die.

"Don't panic! Come with me!"

Pu Sulie shouted loudly and continued to gallop.

When he was far away from the range covered by the arrows and the sounds of fighting around him became a little sparse, he tore off a strip of cloth from his shirt and stuffed it into his armor, barely covering the outside of the wound, and waved his short spear at the same time.

The blade of the short spear was covered with red blood, and there were also pale white or yellow strands, which may be sebum cut from the human body.

At this time, he suddenly heard someone nearby shouting: "Pu Sulie! Pu Sulie! Save me!"

He subconsciously reined in his horse and looked in the direction of the sound.

Among the piles of corpses scattered around, two corpses were suddenly pushed away, revealing Pu Xian's face covered with blood.

"Pu Sulie! It's great that you are here!" Pu Xianbuhui stretched out his hand and shouted: "Pull me out! Let's go to the central army and join the envoy!"

Pu Sulie stretched out his arm and pulled Pu Xianbuhui out of the corpse.

Pu Xianbuhui stretched out his hand, kicked his legs, and showed a thankful smile. He glanced at Pu Suliemeng and his men, and said again: "Horse!"

"What?"

Just at the moment of these two sentences, the sound of killing and the collision of weapons suddenly became violent. Another group of Jurchens who fled were besieged by the Khitan army not far away. The two sides were fighting not far away. Flesh and blood were flying everywhere. The broken arms and limbs can all be seen so clearly.

Pu Xianbuhui shouted anxiously: "Let a horse come out, I want to use it, you protect me, let's go quickly!"

Pu Sulie suddenly looked at his subordinates and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Most of the subordinates lowered their eyes.

"Hurry up!" Pu Xianbu Hui saw this situation and suddenly became furious: "I am your foster father, do you dare to disobey me! Hurry up! Let a horse come out!"

Pu Sulie bowed his head deeply: "Father, you might as well wait a moment, I will go find an ownerless war horse..."

"How come it's too late? Nonsense!" Pu Xianbuhui pointed at someone casually: "It's just you, come down!"

That person was the soldier who wanted to share the dried meat with Pu Suliemeng earlier. He looked at Pu Xianbuhui with a pale face, then looked at Pu Suliemeng, gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to refuse, but had to stand up and dismount.

As soon as he shook off the stirrup on one side, his shoulders were grabbed by Pu Sulie, and then he was pushed back onto the saddle.

"The Khitan people are coming! Let's go quickly!" Pu Sulie shouted loudly and clamped his feet on the horse's belly.

The cavalrymen followed the leader without hesitation, and by the time they reacted, they had already left behind Pu Xianbuhui and his violent yells and curses.

Someone rode for a while and couldn't help but turn around and look back. They saw Khitan people coming like a tide, and Pu Xianbuhui's figure could no longer be found.

A group of people urged their horses to swim across the river, only to find that the Chinese army was also in chaos. The Khitan people specially sent a cavalry to outflank them. After a fierce battle, the soldiers of each team of the Chinese army were fleeing aimlessly. Thousands of people were crowded together, pushing and shouting, turning everything within sight into a puddle of mud.

Pu Sulie suddenly raised his eyes and looked around, and easily saw two adopted sons of Pu Xianwannu, and many other adopted sons like him, all of whom were mingling with the rebels and fleeing hastily.

There are so many sons and grandsons, but no one is willing to fight to the death at the critical moment. This shows that no matter how many sons and grandsons there are, it is useless. Pu Xianwannu's own ambitions, aspirations, and ordinary methods made the warriors of Xianping Prefecture only arrogant and vicious, but without real hard bones.

"Muke, what should we do?" someone asked.

Pu Suliemeng didn't say anything, he just looked at the hills and valleys everywhere.

After looking at it for a long time, he raised his finger and pointed to a steep mountain to the east. The topography of the mountain was complex, and on several commanding heights, there were vague crowds of people, and there were bright spots of sunlight reflected by soldiers' armor.

"There, Ambassador Pu Xian should be there."

"Are we going there?" someone hesitated.

"I still have to go once."

Less than half an hour later, Pu Sulie suddenly climbed to the top of the mountain and walked into a temporary tent under the guidance of the soldiers. The way he dismounted and even the way he walked on the mountain path were a little stiff, because there were several injuries on his body. And there were two less cavalry following him.

Pu Xianwannu was in the tent, but his beard and hair were messy, his eyes were bloodshot, and the skin on his cheeks was looser and drooping. He looked completely different from his original dignified appearance.

At first glance, Pu Sulie almost didn't recognize him. On the contrary, Pu Xianwannu suddenly stepped forward, grabbed his godson's hand, and asked sternly: "I remember you! You are that one, that one... you are very familiar." The roads around Hampyeongfu, right?”

"Yes, very familiar."

"Then you go to Xianping Mansion for me, see Heshi Liehuanduan and Guo Ning, and say, in the name of Liaodong Xuanfu Envoy, I want them to send troops to rescue!"

By the way, there are many weapons from the Jin Dynasty, such as iron spears and meteor hammers, hidden by the Black Dragon...

(End of chapter)