With the death of Wanyan Zongbi, the war in Linyu Pass is coming to an end. The 25,000 Jurchen defenders were killed, more than 12,000 were killed, and nearly 10,000 others were captured. Linyu, the northern gate of Youzhou, was sacrificed by Wu Sangui. Yuguan thus returned to the embrace of the Sui Dynasty.
On the other hand, the defeated Jurchen soldiers who escaped from Linyu Pass did not dare to stop all the way, and fled back to Shangjing in embarrassment to report the bad news to Wanyan Aguda.
After hearing the news that Linyu Pass had been lost and Wanyan Zongbi had died in battle, Wanyan Aguda froze on the spot and remained silent for a long time.
His two sons, Wanyan Zongwang and Wanyan Zongbi, both died in the hands of the Sui army. Now that he was over fifty, he was sending his white-haired people to black-haired people one after another. Such grief made him unable to calm down.
"I'm ordering all the tribes to gather their best strength and go south to Youzhou! I want to use Han Xin's head to pay homage to my son's spirit in heaven!" Wanyan Aguda said this almost through gritted teeth.
"Lord Wolf!"
Wanyan Zonghan, the closest cousin to Wanyan Aguda, quickly came out to persuade and said: "Now Linyu Pass is in the hands of the Sui army, and our army's strategic initiative has been lost. Furthermore, our army will stop fighting with Goguryeo, and the warriors of all tribes will They all need to rest!”
"Zong Bi is dead, don't you want to avenge him?"
Wanyan Aguda looked at Wanyan Zonghan coldly and said: "Or if Zong Bi is dead, you feel that the position of Wolf Lord should fall on your head, so you are still grateful to the Sui army in your heart!"
These words were so heartbreaking that Wanyan Zonghan did not dare to speak any more, bowed his head and retreated.
Wanyan Zonghan was scolded like this by Wanyan Aguda, and naturally the other Jurchen generals did not dare to persuade him.
A few days later, Wanyan Aguda left Wanyan Loushi to sit in the rear, and assembled an alliance of 40,000 Jurchen elites and 30,000 Khitan, Goguryeo, and Liaodong Han people to once again embark on the road south to Youzhou.
After being rewarded, Han Xin rejected the strategy of seclusion for his generals, leaving General Yang Yande to sit at Linyu Pass and lead an army of 70,000 to go out to fight against the female main force of Wanyan Aguda. As for Youzhou, there were the governor Yu Qian and general Zhang Shougui. Sit down.
The main forces of the Sui army and the Jurchen army met in the Songshan and Xingshan areas. The two armies each set up camp based on the terrain and faced each other at a distance.
Han Xin climbed high and looked at the Jurchen camp in the distance. He saw that the Chinese army's camp was well-arranged and the soldiers looked solemn. However, the two camps on the left and right were in disarray. He couldn't help but curiously asked: "Whose camp is that?"
The Army Sima who was responsible for collecting intelligence immediately reported: "Grand Governor, according to reports from our army's insiders, Wanyan Aguda is personally in charge of the Jurchen Chinese Army camp. His officers and soldiers are all Jurchens, and the left and right wing troops guarding the camp are It is composed of Khitan people, Goguryeo people, Han people from Liaodong, and the remnants of the Jurchen Youzhou Army that surrendered to Wu Sangui. The general of the left army is named Wu Yanguang, and the general of the friendly army is Wanyan Zonghan!"
"Wanyan Zonghan!"
Han Xin couldn't help but frown: "Wanyan Zonghan is the cousin of Wanyan Aguda. He is brave and good at fighting and has made countless meritorious deeds for Wanyan Aguda. How come he was sent to lead a miscellaneous army?"
"I heard that this time Wanyan Aguda raised troops to avenge his son. Wanyan Zonghan once tried to dissuade him, but Wanyan Aguda scolded him in court. I am afraid that he fell into this position because he hated Wanyan Aguda."
"I see!"
When Han Xin heard this, an idea flashed in his mind, and a plan began to take shape. He turned around on horseback and said calmly: "Go back to camp and summon the generals to discuss matters!"
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At nightfall, Wu Yanguang, the general of the Jurchen Army's left camp, had fallen asleep. Suddenly, a piercing siren sounded from the sentry tower. Wu Yanguang was so startled that he immediately stood up, picked up a steel gun, and came out of the camp to shout: "What happened?" thing?"
"Father is handsome!"
The person in charge of patrolling the camp was Wuyan Yanshou, Wuyanguang's son. He led a dozen soldiers and walked over quickly: "The Sui army is invading in large numbers!"
Wu Yanguang immediately asked: "How many people are there to invade in a big way?"
Wuyan Yanshou cupped his hands and replied: "The strength of the Sui army is estimated to be around 30,000. The flag is led by Wang Zhongsi, the deputy commander of the Sui army. Thanks to my father's caution, he arranged for open and hidden sentries to patrol day and night, and the sentry tower called the police in time, so he didn't let it go. The Sui army invaded the camp."
Wu Yanguang secretly said that he was lucky. The power gap between the motley crew under his command and the Nuzhen was so obvious that they could easily become the Sui army's first choice for attack. Therefore, he strictly ordered his soldiers to strengthen their vigilance.
"Command the three armies to guard the barracks, and the archers will move forward to suppress the barracks. Send people to ask the Wolf Lord for help quickly!"
Wu Yanguang was the first general of the Liao Kingdom in Water Margin, so naturally he also had a few brushes. Following his order, groups of crossbowmen rushed to the fence of the camp wall, bows and arrows drawn. In the dark night, there was a sea of people, and they fired fiercely without knowing their direction.
Outside the camp gate, Wang Zhongsi was calm and commanded well. Accompanied by the rumbling drums, 10,000 sword and shield bearers raised their swords and shields high, roared and rushed outside the camp despite the rain of arrows, filled in the trench, crossed the trench, and reached the antlers of the Jurchen camp.
In the front row of the sword and shield soldiers, Ma Lin, the fierce general of the Sui army, waved his long sword, jumped away from the antlers, and shouted loudly: "Those who advance will live, those who retreat will die. Brothers, kill the barbarians!"
"Ding dong, it is detected that Ma Lin enters the charging state, the force is +5, the base force is 100, and the current force value has increased to 105."
"Hold on, hold on!"
Wu Yanguang went into battle, personally visiting the front line, galloping back and forth on his horse, scolding the crossbowmen, and kept firing arrows at the Sui troops who were cutting off the antlers.
Along the front line of the camp, arrows raining from the sky intertwined into a network of light, blocking out the sky and the sun.
In the rain of arrows, Sui soldiers fell down one after another after being hit by arrows, but none of them retreated. The soldiers in the back row stepped on the bloody path opened by the robes and continued to move forward fearlessly, wildly swinging their swords to cut down those who blocked their advance. antlers.
Under successive fierce attacks by Sui soldiers regardless of casualties, all the antlers on the outside of the Jurchen camp were chopped off, and the camp walls and fences were riddled with holes. Thousands of Sui soldiers poured into the Jurchen camp like a tide.
Wu Yanguang's eyes were red, he waved the steel gun in his hand, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Come on, get them all! Whoever dares to retreat, I will sacrifice him with a flag!"
"Ding dong, it has been detected that Wu Yanguang has entered a fighting state, his force is +3, his base force is 97, and his current force has increased to 100."
Under the leadership of Wu Yanguang, this mixed army reluctantly mustered up the courage and rushed forward brandishing large swords and long maces. The two armies collided with each other, with swords and guns clashing, blood flying, and a melee.
Ma Lin danced the knife like the wind, and the blade passed by, leaving the flying heads behind him. He was invincible along the way, and he just hit Wu Yanguang.
"Death to the barbarian thief!"
Ma Lin roared loudly and slashed forward with his sword. Wu Yanguang hurriedly raised his gun to parry. However, before the battle was even twenty, Wu Yanguang showed his flaw. Ma Lin slapped Wu Yanguang to the ground with a backhand sword.
