In the second year of Jianwu in Song Dynasty, it was the twelfth lunar month, the twenty-fifth day.
Fengxiang Mansion, the northwest gateway of Shaanxi, has city walls made of huge stones and four gates with barbicans. It is as solid as gold. It is an important military town in the northwest, comparable to Chang'an City.
A few months ago, the Mongolian army on the west route besieged the city, and hundreds of trebuchets smashed it randomly. In less than a month, Fengxiang Fucheng fell under the rule of the Mongolian army.
After the Mongolian army on the west route captured Fengxiang Mansion, Torre led an army of 70,000 people southward in an attempt to use the Song Dynasty to advance eastward. Only 3,000 Han troops and 2,000 captured Jin soldiers were left in Fengxiang Mansion city.
After the ravages of war, this important town in the northwest under the rule of the Jin Kingdom was in dilapidated condition. Outside the city, the walls, trees and houses were all scorched black. There were broken walls, flags and vehicles everywhere, rubble and wood, gravel and dirt scattered everywhere.
The top of the city was covered with corpses and suns. The corpses of men and horses scattered on the snowfield were in various death shapes. They were piled on top of each other, with broken arms and legs, and human internal organs. They were covered with flying snowflakes, and it was like a hell on earth.
Outside the west city gate, dozens of carriages loaded with grain and grass were winding along the official road. In front of the city gate, the people entering the city were talking to the officers and soldiers guarding the city.
"Are you from Wanggu's tribe? Are you really Wang Shixian, the guard of Qinzhou?"
The Mongolian guard general looked at Wang Shixian, who was covered in snowflakes, and his accent made him friendly.
"Of course. It's just that I've been in the Kingdom of Jin for a long time, so my accent has changed a little."
With an apologetic smile on his face, Wang Shixian took out the letter of surrender given to him by Torre and handed it to the guard.
"General, look, this is a letter of persuasion given to me by Marshal Torre, but it was inconvenient for me at the time, so I didn't dare to agree. Now that I have killed my superior officer, no one can stop me, so I brought food, grass and Brothers, come here and surrender to the marshal.”
He pointed to the grain truck behind him and continued:
"General, look at there are 100 carts of food, worth 200 shi. There is also some good wine, meat, gold, silver and jewelry in the cart, all for the marshal!"
"General Wang, you are here at an unfortunate time. Half a month ago, the marshal led his troops south!"
The guard looked at Torre's surrender letter, then at the series of grain carts, and frowned.
"The grain and grass will be transported to the city first, and the good wine, meat, gold, silver and jewelry will be handed over to me. The troops will be stationed outside the city first. When the marshal comes back, I will arrange for you to meet the marshal!"
"General, I'm afraid this is a little inconvenient, isn't it?"
Wang Shixian pretended to hesitate.
"This is a military order. Do you want to rebel?"
The guard's eyes widened and his eyebrows raised.
"Hurry up and transport the food and grass in, and keep the good stuff, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"
The guard's face was stern, and his hand was already on the handle of the knife.
"Okay, okay, general, don't be angry! I will listen to the general!"
With a smile on his face, Wang Shixian quickly put the money bag into the guard's other hand, and then greeted him.
"Quickly, quickly, transport the grain and grass to the city, and leave the cart of gold, silver and jewelry. Remember, once the grain and grass are settled, hurry out of the city!"
"General Wang, don't worry, when the marshal comes back, I will give you a few nice words!"
The guard took the money bag and looked at it, smiling happily. He raised his head and looked behind him.
"Where are the gold, silver and jewelry? Take me to see them!"
"Okay, thank you General! General please!"
Wang Shixian smiled playfully and quickly urged the city defenders to move their horses and make way for them. The coachman quickly drove the grain cart towards the city.
Wang Shixian's eyes were burning as he watched the grain truck enter the city gate, and his heart finally relaxed.
Using his status as a golden general and Torre's letter of surrender, he regained Fengxiang Mansion and controlled the northwestern gateway of Shaanxi.
This is Wang Shixian, a surrendered general from the Kingdom of Jin, who gave his name to the Song Army.
Seizing Fengxiang Mansion would be equivalent to cutting off the retreat of the Mongolian army on the west route. Unless the Mongolian army can break through Hanzhong and move all the way south. Otherwise, they would suffer a fatal blow from the Song army on their way back.
There must be a large number of troops gathered in Hanzhong with the Song Emperor who made him tremble. It would be difficult for the Mongolian army to take advantage of Hanzhong.
"Don't delay, take me there quickly!"
The officer urged impatiently, and Wang Shixian nodded and bowed to the officer with a smile on his face.
"General, please follow me to the back."
His mission has been completed, and the rest depends on these Song Army soldiers in disguise.
The guard general followed Wang Shixian nonchalantly and followed Wang Shixian to the back with a guard.
After walking for about twenty steps, several coachmen came up from behind. With their short daggers roaring, they stabbed the guard and the guard several times in the ribs and necks.
The guard general and the guard fell down, and all the drivers beside the grain cart abandoned the grain cart. They took out their weapons from the cart. Some held grenades in their hands, and some held small cannons. They passed by Wang Shixian and rushed quickly. Run forward and head towards the west gate.
Wang Shixian stepped out of the way, quickened his pace, stood behind a grain truck, turned around, and looked toward the city gate.
As far as the eye could see, raindrops of thunder flew up to the top of the city and landed near the city gate, with violent explosions continuing.
He could see clearly that smoke and dust were billowing at the city gate, and soldiers of the Song Dynasty rushed into the city gate in succession. They were repeatedly shot over by arrows from the city head, but more Song soldiers entered the city.
On the wall at the city gate, earth-shattering explosions occurred one after another. Flesh and blood flew everywhere on the city wall, earth and rocks flew into the air, and screams came one after another. Song troops rushed to the top of the city one after another, and a fierce fighting began.
Explosions continued, and countless Song troops rushed to the top of the city. Small cannons were set up one after another, and they roared.
Shocking thunder! artillery!
Wang Shixian was frightened and sweating profusely.
With this indiscriminate bombardment, the trebuchet at the top of the city didn't even have time to launch, and the Mongolian army inside the city collapsed and was completely defeated.
There was constant thunder, and thunderstorms hit the sky. The swarming Mongolian infantry and cavalry were blown to pieces, and the continuously organized defense lines were destroyed again and again. Under heavy casualties, the Mongolian troops retreated one after another, counterattacked, and stopped advancing.
The Song army did not attack, and the Mongolian army did not dare to attack. The two sides entered a stalemate for a while, and only fired long-range artillery fire. Some Mongolian soldiers were bold enough to rely on the obstacles and protection of the houses to approach the city gate and shoot down some Song soldiers.
It seems that they also understand that only by recapturing and closing the city gate can the safety of Fengxiang City be ensured.
Wang Shixian was so worried that he couldn't help but look back.
The thunderous sound of horse hooves came, and countless Song Army cavalry came on horseback, overwhelming the sky and heading straight for Fengxiang Fucheng.
Dozens of grain trucks at the city gate were quickly moved away, and the city gate was opened wide. The Song Army cavalry rushed over and quickly rolled into Fengxiang Fucheng.
Seeing all this, Wang Shixian felt a little relieved.
Thousands of soldiers of the Song Army entered Fengxiang Mansion City. The sound of horse hooves rumbled and they headed in all directions in the city. The city was filled with shouts of killing. Along with the thunderous explosions, countless Song Army infantry rushed into the city.
"General, what is that?"
Among the Song Army cavalry who came over, Li Dajie shouted. Wang Shixian raised his head and saw countless golden soldiers appearing in a mess outside the south city, fleeing to the south.
The golden soldiers of Fengxiang Fucheng!
The Jin soldiers from Fengxiang Fucheng who surrendered to the Mongolian army were the first to flee!
"General, do you want to chase me for a while?"
Li Dajie's eyes shone, and his fighting spirit was raging.
"No need to chase them down, just a bunch of shrimp soldiers and crab generals, just make a forced landing."
The subordinates brought the horses over, and Wang Shixian got on the horses. He and Li Dajie led their subordinates and went straight to the captured deserters outside the south city.
Capturing Fengxiang Fucheng was Wang Shixian's pledge, and he could put Song Jun's mind at ease.
Seeing Wang Shixian leading the cavalry over, the fleeing Jin soldiers threw away their swords and guns, squatted down and held their heads, giving up resistance.
"Don't hurt them!"
Wang Shixian shook his head secretly and handed down the military order.
There were thousands of golden army prisoners, including some cavalry, but no one resisted. The Kingdom of Jin has reached its current state, with a lack of national power and a disorganized army. The sun is already setting.
"General, these weaklings! They have today too!"
Suddenly, Li Dajie pointed his riding whip eastward and burst into laughter.
Wang Shixian was startled. He looked up and saw countless defeated generals of the Mongolian army fleeing eastward.
"The Han army has a dishonest name, does not obey its words, burns, kills, and loots. They are just a bunch of wretches who follow the wind!"
Wang Shixian sneered and shook his head.
Without the Mongol army in charge, these Han troops were just weak-footed shrimps, not worth mentioning.
However, even if the Mongolian army is stationed, it may not be able to defend the city in front of these Song troops who are like wolves and tigers and armed to the teeth.
The surrendered Jin soldiers abandoned the city and fled, and tens of thousands of Song troops entered the city on foot. Not long after, the fighting in the city gradually faded away. The Han troops in the city also broke up after the Jin soldiers, and the remaining enemies fled east towards Chang'an City.
"Finally got it!"
Outside the south city, the flags of the Song army were flying at the top of the city, and Wang Shixian was relieved.
Seeing Cao Youwen riding over, Wang Shixian and Li Dajie stepped forward to greet him.
"General Wang, you have done a great job in capturing Fengxiang City! I will ask you for credit when I see Your Majesty!"
"General Cao, thank you!"
Wang Shixian clasped his fists and smiled. He glanced at the endless cavalry behind Cao Youwen and said in surprise:
"General Cao, are you going south to Hanzhong?"
He didn't know yet that Yu Jie had already led an army of 30,000 people southward and advanced into Hanzhong together with other armies.
"General Yu has led an army of 30,000 people southward, and together with other armies, is going straight to Hanzhong. Now I am leading my brothers, and our goal is to the east."
Cao Youwen pointed forward, his expression calm.
"I captured a few prisoners and interrogated them. I found that Jingzhao Mansion only had five or six thousand old and weak soldiers. So..."
Yu Jie led his troops south to reinforce Hanzhong. He couldn't just capture such a small Fengxiang city!
Chang'an City, even Tongguan, and the whole of Shaanxi have only a little bit of challenges.
"Jingzhao Mansion!"
Wang Shixian and Li Dajie were both shocked and opened their eyes wide.
Cao Youwen's words speak for themselves. Song Jun is going to restore the entire Shaanxi!
Troops from all walks of life march south to Hanzhong! It must be around 100,000?
The Mongolian West Route Army in Hanzhong...
Cold sweat suddenly formed on Wang Shixian's forehead.
"There are 130,000 troops in Hanzhong, trying to catch a turtle in a urn. The Tatar army is still besieged in Hanzhong! Our goal is Jingzhao Mansion and Chang'an. Cut off Torre's retreat!"
Cao Youwen finished speaking lightly, shouted loudly, and rode forward.
"Brothers, Chang'an!"
"Chang'an!"
The knights of the Song Army all raised their swords and guns, roared wildly, and galloped away after Cao Youwen.
"Cao is bold! He is indeed full of courage, and he lives up to his reputation!"
Wang Shixian sighed sincerely as he watched thousands of troops galloping past.
No one in the world is afraid of these tiger and wolf masters!
"General, is Torre's army really finished? Can they capture Chang'an?"
Li Dajie was sweating profusely and asked anxiously.
"What do you mean? You and I are all generals of the Song Army now. You have to know who you are! Do you care whether Torre is dead or alive?"
Wang Shixian looked around, his expression stern.
"Li Dajie, you lead the cavalry to follow immediately. Li Ping, the guard of Tongguan, isn't he your cousin? Let's see if we can persuade him to surrender. This is a great achievement!"
The Mongolian army went south, attacking Henan all the way, and had no time to spare; it took the route to Hanzhong and fought with the Song army; Shaanxi was in name only, and Cao Youwen's vision was vicious enough.
"General, remember this. Emperor Song knows things like a god, but he is so ruthless!"
Li Dajie sighed with emotion, beat his horse and led his troops to follow the army.
Wang Shixian watched the army heading east and shook his head slightly.
As for the ruined city of Chang'an, I really thought it was the old capital of the Han and Tang Dynasties, but I couldn't capture it easily.
Once the Song army captured Shaanxi, the retreat of the Mongolian army in Hanzhong would be really cut off.
