Zhang Peng woke up.
He was very busy last night, because the army was going to march into the decisive battle tomorrow, and junior officers like him had been preparing for more than an hour. In the past, this type of thing was based on experience, but now it has become an expressly stipulated content in the military's Chinese writing regulations. For example, preparing weapons, armor and stomach, boosting the morale of the soldiers, etc. After the soldiers have gone to sleep, each department will have to patrol the camp with the captains and lieutenants, and they can only go back to the camp to sleep until late at night.
The good thing is that Zhang Peng, Lao Liu, and their subordinates are scheduled to be the main forwards in the battle with Wanyan Heda tomorrow, so they don't have to be on guard duty and can sleep peacefully.
Zhang Peng was in his early twenties, the age when he wanted to eat and sleep. Before the emergency concentration of the army, he had just gotten married in his hometown in Shandong, marrying a girl from the Wu family who raised horses in Guanqiao Town, whom he had known for a long time.
Young couples are newly married, so they naturally have the joy of being married. Moreover, in summer, it is common for them to wear light clothes and not get off the kang for a day or two. Even after rushing back to the army in response to military orders, Zhang Peng was always sleepy.
So for him, sleeping late was not a problem, and having to fight the next day was not a problem, but being unable to sleep at all and being woken up in the middle of the night was too annoying.
Especially now, when I woke up from the gentle land in my dream, my ears were filled with the roar of rain hitting the tent. The weeds and firewood under me were already soaked, and my back was cold. Zhang Peng was about to curse immediately, but the next moment, he smelled an alluring aroma of meat and vaguely saw someone shaking a piece of meat in front of him.
Old Liu's voice said from the side: "Try it, how is your craftsmanship?"
Zhang Peng and Lao Liu are old partners. After they studied in the military academy, they were both sent to Li Ting's command. However, Zhang Peng became a general, and Lao Liu became a lieutenant under Zhang Peng.
The relationship between superiors and subordinates has changed, but the friendship between the two has not changed. Zhang Peng has always trusted this old guy and regards him as his elder in his heart, so he immediately opened his mouth and bit him.
He pulled off a piece, chewed it in his mouth, and replied vaguely: "Is this the meat of Shui Lao Crow? Well, the smell of blood is strong, and you have to sprinkle salt after roasting, which makes it taste bad. In addition, next time you roast it, take Put the lid of the pot upstream to block the wind so that the smoke does not disperse quickly and the taste is better.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Old Liu said proudly: "Is that what I said? You are all really good at cooking, and you won't make any mistakes when sleeping in the lake."
Several other people in the tent said: "I admire you."
Someone took a few copper coins from his belt and gave them to others.
While they were laughing and joking, the shouts of the officers outside were heard in the fierce wind and rain: "Prepare for enemy attack! No rash action, no making noise, anyone who disobeys the order will be executed!"
Zhang Peng suddenly woke up: "Enemy attack? Enemy attack? Are you still making fun of me?"
Lao Liu replied: "I heard that Wanyan Heda led his troops and took advantage of the wind and rain to attack. I just said that it was five miles away from the camp. Counting time, it is only about two or three hundred steps now."
"Why didn't you call me earlier!" Zhang Peng cursed and jumped up.
"There is an order from above that all ministries must not act rashly. The enemy should be brought in to fight. Don't worry, I have ordered everyone around us to be careful and prepare for battle. You are wearing armor at the moment. Once you wear it, we will fight."
Zhang Peng immediately took the armor and stomach, quickly put it on, and asked Meng to come up and help tie off the leather ribbon.
Holding the helmet in both hands, he remembered something and said quickly: "Let everyone eat a few mouthfuls of dry food quickly. The more food in your stomach, the more strength you will have."
"I've told you, don't worry, I'm eating right now!" Old Liu replied easily.
Zhang Peng squinted his eyes and looked around. There happened to be a burst of lightning walking in the air. The light passed through the gaps in the tent, allowing him to see his companions eating rice balls and scones. The servant who was wearing armor for him was eating rice balls and scones. He took a piece of meat.
Old Liu has been in the army longer than Zhang Peng. There is really no need for him to give orders for these trivial matters. Old Liu will naturally remind the soldiers. Zhang Peng nodded to Old Liu, hung the short knife on his waist, held the straight knife in his hand, and then opened the tent further.
The military tents in each capital were scattered at random, roughly forming a ring around the fire pond. Each one surrounds the jurisdiction of each ministry, forming an irregular ring shape. The capital where Zhang Peng is located is close to the southwest edge of the entire military camp, and is likely to be the first to encounter enemy troops attacking at night.
At this moment, every tent was in normal condition, but the tents were opened one after another, and some people stuck their heads out despite the pouring rain, using the dim light to look at the movements of their companions around them.
The roar of the rain falling to the ground seemed to be louder than before. Zhang Peng could not hear any instructions from the ordering soldiers, nor could he see the figures of the ordering soldiers. This was the case in every camp, but each camp remained quiet.
In the process of continuous reorganization of the army, almost all experienced veterans can be promoted. These people are the toughest backbone of an army, ensuring that the army does not panic at any time.
According to Li Ting, his army was the first among the Jiedushi envoys under Guo Ning to achieve grassroots officer training. In this regard, Monk Luo and Zhao Jue's troops were far behind. Every general and every lieutenant under the Ying Navy Jiedushi had suffered hardships in the military academy. No matter what they learned, at least they knew all the procedures for dealing with various situations by heart.
It was obvious that Marshal Li wanted to put the enemy close and kill them all at once, so he gave the order not to move rashly.
Then don't act rashly, the whole military camp is very quiet.
Even if the ground p; even if the tremors on the ground get closer and clearer, even if the roar of footsteps exceeds the thunder, thousands of people roar near the camp, like ferocious beasts gathering in a group. , the terrifying cry before the bite, the military camp is still quiet. Zhang Peng turned around and returned to the tent, reached out and shook the wooden wedge used to fix the corner of the tent twice, and pulled it out of the mud with force.
This action made Lao Liu's eyes light up, and he whispered to his companions to loosen all the other wedges. Under the strong wind and heavy rain, the tent immediately began to shake without any fixings. Fortunately, several people worked together to hold it firmly.
The next moment, there was a killing sound.
The Juma arrayed at the edge of the camp was suddenly overthrown, and countless people rushed into the camp. The sounds of swords and axes chopping at doors, and the sounds of arrows flying through the air were drowned out by the sound of wind and rain!
Zhang Peng half-bent over, exposing his arms outside the tent, keeping his palms pressed down. In fact, in this dark night, the soldiers in the surrounding tents could not see his gestures, but this was clearly required in the drill, and he did it to the letter.
Two arrows missed and pierced the tent, and the soldiers in the tent groaned. Then, the dense enemy figures suddenly broke through the rain curtain. Someone waved a long knife and made a hole in the tent, trying to jump into the tent and kill them.
At the same time as this man jumped in, the beeping sound that Zhang Peng had been waiting for also sounded. It was a copper whistle that was extremely sharp and could be heard miles away when placed in an open area. Such beeps were issued continuously, which meant that Li Ting issued a battle order in the Chinese army.
Zhang Peng suddenly waved his hand.
"kill!"
Lao Liu and several of his companions shouted loudly and exerted their strength to lift up the entire tent that had lost its wedges. The gray-white tarpaulin of the camp fluttered, like a ghost with teeth and claws, pressing back on the approaching enemy. Immediately, everyone came forward and stabbed him with swords and spears.
There were at least seven or eight enemies below the camp, and they were screaming. Especially the enemy who just wanted to jump into the tent was stabbed more than a dozen times by two Dinghai navy soldiers. The blood on his body sprayed on the cloth in a puff, and was washed away by the heavy rain.
"Follow me!" Zhang Peng stepped over the tent without hesitation, stepping forward on the twitching and struggling body below.
Another bolt of lightning flashed, leaving shaky branches in half of the sky, as if the thick clouds were torn apart. The sky seemed a little brighter than before, and the clouds in the east faded slightly, revealing a little fish belly white.
Zhang Peng didn't care to look up at the sky. He only saw a group of people roaring towards him on the road between the camps.
These people had no flags, no queues, and they seemed to be unable to hear the golden drums that conveyed orders. Many of them were topless, walking barefoot in the mud, and their hair disheveled like ghosts. They didn't seem to think about properly allocating their physical strength, and just rushed forward crazily.
These are Wanyan Heda's subordinates. They looked nothing like the economic masters of the Great Jin Kingdom, but more like the rebels who had sprung up in Hebei, Shandong and other places in the early years.
They marched for twenty miles in this kind of weather and finally launched a surprise attack in the early morning, which shows their courage. They were really risking their lives. If their sentinels hadn't been reliable, they might have suffered a big loss!
The tent set up by Zhang Peng and others was right next to the road, so their actions attracted the attention of many enemies. A dozen people separated from the surging queue and rushed towards Zhang Peng and others.
There were about twenty people on both sides, violently colliding with each other on the roadside.
Man against man, knife against knife, killing sound against killing sound, flesh and blood sprayed out.
Zhang Peng roared and waved the straight knife in his hand. The straight knife collided with a scimitar, making a clanging sound. The huge force of the combined chop knocked an advancing enemy back.
Zhang Peng stepped forward, and just as he was about to cut again, a spear pierced him from the side. Zhang Peng stepped aside and swung the spear in the direction of the thrust. He seemed to feel his wrist vibrate, and hot blood flowed on his arm.
He looked back quickly and saw an enemy soldier screaming and staggering to the ground, blood spurting from his shoulder. The spear and the arm attached to the spear also fell to the ground.
"Everyone, be careful!" Someone yelled from behind.
Zhang Peng subconsciously crossed the straight knife, supported the back of the knife with his arm and faced it outward. He was lucky, he blocked another long knife that was coming from somewhere. The blades on both sides rubbed violently, making a tooth-aching sound of metal interlacing.
The rain was so heavy that although the handle of the knife had been tied with hemp rope beforehand, it was still a bit slippery. Zhang Peng felt that he could no longer hold it. He hurriedly used his shoulders to move away from the enemy, took two sharp steps back, and moved his feet
Water splashed down.
At the same time, the soldiers who shouted warnings stared wide-eyed. He lowered his head and saw that his stomach had been stabbed through by a short spear.
The person holding a short spear was a very young enemy soldier. He looked to be in his teens. His face was very childish and sickly pale. The young man held a short spear that pierced through the human body, pushed the dying enemy back, and shouted repeatedly: "I killed a bandit! Did you see it? I got a lot of money! A bucket of food!"
The shouting suddenly stopped, and half of the boy's head was chopped off by the Ding navy soldier who grabbed him from behind.
The soldiers yelled angrily: "If you don't want to be a human being, do you have to be the Jurchen's dog? You are the traitor army!"
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