The Khitans are here again.
This time, they reached the bottom of the platform and launched a vigorous attack on the gentle slope in front. At the same time, they cut down trees, built extremely crude and huge ladders, and secretly climbed up the cliffs on the left and right sides.
This move was completely beyond the expectations of the defenders. The Jurchen army on the platform was in panic. Several Muke thought they were in a safe area, but they were attacked and killed by the Khitan people. As a result, the injured soldiers screamed and fled in all directions.
It was not until the officers stepped forward to suppress the enemy that Pu Xianwannu's own soldiers moved forward to resist the enemy, and then the ladder was pushed down.
Amid the roars of dozens or hundreds of people, the ladder collapsed and dust rose all over the sky.
"How many hours has it been?" Pu Xianwannu, who was sitting on the huge rock, asked.
He hadn't drank water for a long time, and his voice was a little hoarse. The rumble of the Khitan army's drums at the foot of the mountain came to mind at this moment, but no one around him heard his question clearly.
He raised his voice and asked again.
That day in Xianping Mansion, most of the eleven adopted sons whom he relied on as his arms had lost their lives. At this moment, only the oldest of the eleven adopted sons, Pu Xiandu Mahun, was following him. .
Pu Xiandu was numb and in his forties, and his face was full of flesh. His eyes were blood-red because he had been fighting without sleep for the past three days, and it was very scary to look at him.
Du Mahun knelt down and reported: "It's been two hours, foster father, the Khitan people have also suffered heavy losses. This group of people who came to attack are..."
Pu Xianwannu shouted: "I'm not asking the Khitans, I'm asking Pu Sulie Meng! Why hasn't he come back yet!"
Du Mahun was stunned for a moment. He was so exhausted from fighting that he really didn't think about anything else. He had no memory of when Pu Suliemeng set out to ask for help.
There was a moment of silence between the two of them.
Several arrows thrown from strong bows were lost and fell on the mountain. An arrow passed through the treetops and landed next to Du Mahun. It splashed a few stone particles and collided with his armor, making a crackling sound.
A soldier took this opportunity to speak a few words in Du Mahun's ear. Du Mahun said quickly: "Father, Pu Suliemeng set out in Chouchu this morning. It was difficult to travel at night. He arrived at Xianping Mansion at about Mao... If he comes back, probably, about, ahem, he should be back by now."
"What about others?" Pu Xianwan Nu asked numbly.
"This...maybe he's still on the way? Foster father, the Khitan people's siege is getting tighter. It's possible that he can't find a chance to cross the enemy's formation."
"He is the most familiar with the nearby roads! Why can't he find the opportunity when others can't!" Pu Xianwannu shouted: "Didn't you say three days? If the reinforcements don't come, won't Pu Sulie not come back?" "
"this……"
Du Mahun couldn't answer for a moment. He heard the footsteps of hundreds or thousands of people at the end of the slope. He quickly said: "Father, I will go and command the enemy!"
Everyone left in a hurry as if they were running away. Pu Xianwannu raised his hand, wanting to find someone else to question, but he saw bitter expressions on the faces of all the men around him.
He stood up vigorously, pressed the hilt of the knife at his waist, and turned twice on the huge rock.
The servants were worried that he would be shot by Chuan Chuan and wanted him to come down quickly, but no one dared to persuade him.
Since ancient times, the most important thing in deploying troops is to take the first move. Pu Xianwannu thought that he was the first to understand the weakness of the imperial court and the disunity of the generals in the Northeast, so he took the lead. But now he was thinking of more.
"I see," he murmured.
It's one thing to seize the initiative, but it's not a bad idea to strike later. There are many smart people in the northeastern hinterland. They have known for a long time that the Mongols will not tolerate my ambitions. More than one family is waiting for me to capsize the boat of Pu Xianwannu, waiting for both me and the Khitans to suffer losses!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh.
Come to think of it, brother Yeluliu is also riding a tiger, right? I, Pu Xianwannu, have been defeated in several battles. Does he really think that I am easy to bully?
How many of his Khitan people can actually fight? In the past few days, didn’t I knock out a few of his white teeth alive? By then, isn't he, Brother Yeluliu, also a fat man?
Unless the Mongols intervene... But I completely understand what the Mongols want. Then Mu Huali came here purely to deceive us. His goal is...
Hahaha! interesting! interesting! I really get it!
Under the giant rock, Xin looked up and saw his coach with disheveled hair, running back and forth, sometimes mumbling to himself, sometimes laughing. Everyone looked away and looked at each other, wondering if Pu Xianwannu was crazy.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
It's a pity that those who besieged the people at the foot of the mountain were Khitans. They didn't want any prisoners at all, and they would kill every Jurchen they caught. Otherwise, would it be better to surrender immediately?
With this thought in mind, I heard Pu Xianwannu shouting repeatedly: "Don't worry! We can win! If we win this time, everyone will be rewarded with hundreds of coins and promoted to the next level!"
It would be best to win.
The servants all clenched their swords and guns. No one knows when, everyone will have to come forward to fight. The situation has become so bad that no one can take any chances.
In the ravine at the foot of the mountain, Brother Yeluliu moved his arms that were so sore from beating the drum.
He picked up the armor placed next to him and said to the guards: "Put on the armor for me. I will personally go forward to supervise the battle!"
As the guards gathered around him, Brother Yeluliu drew his sword and waved it twice.
This is a Khitan-style scimitar made of iron. The blade is engraved with phoenix patterns. The blade is extremely sharp. When it is swung, there are waves of chills emanating from it.
Surrounded by the heat, Brother Yeluliu rushed over and was sweating profusely. At this moment, he was shocked by the cold air, but he shivered again.
Misstep.
he said to himself.
Pu Xian Wannu was a man whose ability in leading troops in battle was mediocre. He commanded 50,000 or 100,000 people to fight, and his formation was like tofu, which could be broken with a single poke. But he does have some die-hard direct descendants. These direct descendants only number three to five thousand or even less, but they are extremely difficult to annihilate in one fell swoop if they are in a dangerous position.
This battle lasted for three days. On the first day, our side was devastated, but from the second day on, it became a war of attrition, a tough battle that Brother Yeluliu least wanted to see.
The base where Brother Yeluliu gathered his warriors to raise an army was in Hanzhou. He was very familiar with the mountainous area that Pu Xianwannu was guarding at the moment, so he also knew that the best way was to besiege without attacking and wait for the soldiers on the mountain to die of hunger and thirst.
But time is running out.
General Mu Huali promised that day that the Khitans could win a great victory and there would be no casualties. Brother Yelvliu didn't want to become a ignored hunting dog, so he refused. Therefore, the new task is so dangerous and difficult.
Pu Xianwannu is more tenacious than he expected, and this battle is not just as simple as annihilating Pu Xianwannu. Brother Yeluliu knew that when he could not swallow the bait of Pu Xianwannu in one breath, he himself became the bait.
Who is it that General Mu Huali wants to seduce? Where are the new enemies lurking in the dark?
Brother Yeluliu hasn't thought clearly yet.
But one thing is certain. That is, if the current war can be ended as soon as possible and the troops can be withdrawn back to Guangning, the Khitans will gain the most and the losses can at least be minimized.
be quick! be quick!
Holding the knife in his hand, Brother Yeluliu made a decisive decision.
"Send an order to have Po Sha, Seng's slaves, Yelu's, Li's slaves, and my son Yelu Xuejun all come forward as a team and take turns to attack! Tell Yelu, no, today we will kill Pu Xian Wannu at all costs. Annihilate them all! I will give him another 5,000 troops and give him an hour. If he cannot kill Pu Xian Wannu, I will go into battle myself! Before going into battle, behead him first!"
The knights were ordered to ride forward. In the blink of an eye, the fierce battle around the mountaintop was like adding fuel to the fire. It became more intense several times, and the shouts of killing shook the sky and the earth. The sound of drums and trumpets urging fighting everywhere was even more deafening.
After a while, in the northernmost part of the mountain, in an area under the responsibility of the monk's slave, hundreds of people started making noises in unison.
The two sides were too far apart to hear what they were shouting. Brother Yeluliu looked around and asked tentatively: "Could it be that the monk's slaves have won?"
Everyone said: "The terrain in the north is rugged, maybe the monk's slaves can succeed in a surprise attack!"
Someone praised in advance: "I knew the monk's slave could fight a bad fight! This old boy is so ruthless!"
At this moment, a horseman galloped close to the camp in the north, his figure appearing and disappearing among the undulating mountains.
The generals around Brother Yeluliu were all smiling. They came here to fight a heart-pounding victory, but after three days, although the advantage became more and more obvious, their own side was also exhausted and suffered heavy casualties. Everyone hoped to win quickly.
Everyone looked at the cavalry running from the north with smiles on their faces, waiting for him to bring good news.
The cavalryman rushed to the Khitan army's main formation and rode straight to the front of the Chinese army's tent. Without waiting for the horse to stop, he rolled off his saddle and dismounted. He knelt down and reported: "Report to the King of Liao, to the north in the direction of Hanzhou, the Jin army is approaching! All troops are here. Under the banner of General Wanyan Chengchong, the marshal left behind in Beijing, and General He Shiliede, the defense envoy of Zhaozhou, we have more than 10,000 troops!"
All the generals were eclipsed. Brother Yelvliu suppressed his shock, but fell back into his seat.
