"Sanlang!" Cui Hongdu glanced at Wang Wenzuo and said carefully: "I heard that the current King of Silla is Jin Yuxin's son-in-law. It seems that Jin Renwen may not be able to defeat him-" At this point, he He hesitated to speak, obviously because he was worried about Wang Wenzuo's close relationship with Jin Renwen these days.
"You don't have to worry about this!" Wang Wenzuo poured half a glass of wine into his own glass, and then filled it up for He Ba and Cui: "Jin Yuxin's age is only three to five years, unless he is dying. I can kill Jin Renwen beforehand and eliminate future troubles for my son-in-law, otherwise there will be nothing to fear!"
On the evening of the second day after Jin Yuxin arrived, the last unit of the Silla people crossed the river. Wang Wenzuo stood on the hillock, staring at the smoke column rising from the crossing point in the distance behind him, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. The kind used by the Goguryeo people The feeling of the spear tip pressing against his vest was finally gone.
According to Cui Hongdu's recollections many years later, everything went smoothly in the days after crossing the river. Although traces of Goguryeo cavalry often appeared on both sides of the procession, their number and frequency were not large. He could even drive away the enemy's cavalry. Yu shot a wild goat he encountered as a side dish for dinner, which brought a glimmer of color to the gray and tense march.
"If everything goes well, we will reach the territory of the Silla people before dark the day after tomorrow!" Cui Hongdu said with a smile: "We will be safe when we get there!"
"Yes, Sanlang was already in charge at that time!" He Boyong clasped his hands in his fists: "My congratulations first!"
"It's too early to say this!" Wang Wenzuo waved his hand: "I don't know if I can go back alive yet!"
A series of shrill horn sounds from the distance interrupted the conversation. Wang Wenzuo threw half of the sheep bone in his hand into the fire and stood up: "The Goguryeo people are coming. Send the order, each team wears armor!"
The handle of the knife collided with the armor leaves, making a rhythmic sound. Wang Wenzuo tightened his belt, took the horn bow from Sancho's hand, and ran his fingertips across the somewhat hot bow body (the horn bow would be too stiff when it was cold, so in order to wind it up It must be roasted with fire first), he put his left foot in the stirrup, and was about to mount the horse, when he suddenly heard the rapid sound of horse hooves behind him.
"Captain Wang, the general invites you!"
Wang Wenzuo took his left foot out of the stirrup and turned around. He saw a Hwarang dressed in white robes on horseback, trying his best to control the horse that was kicking. There were three golden arrows embroidered on his cloak. Wang Wenzuo I know this is the logo of the Silla Army’s coach and messenger.
"General? Which general?"
"Of course it's General Kim Yu-shin!" Na Hwarang replied decisively: "The army has given the order, Captain Wang, don't delay any longer!"
Wang Wenzuo didn't like the tone of the messenger, but he knew that this was not the time to argue, so he nodded, got on his horse and followed the messenger.
"The last general has seen General Jin!" Wang Wenzuo jumped off his horse and bowed to Jin Yuxin. The old man's skinny torso in front of him was wrapped in a white cloak, which gave him a very bad association.
"The envoys of the Shangguo Army have arrived!" Jin Yuxin nodded slowly and said with a smile: "The view here is wide and you can have an unobstructed view of the war. When you go back, please tell General Su about the sight of my Silla athletes killing thieves!"
"Yes!" Wang Wenzuo responded, and was about to step aside when he heard Jin Yuxin say: "Captain Wang, come to my right!"
"Old man!" Wang Wenzuo cursed secretly in his heart. He could feel the gazes of Silla generals from all directions, like rays on his back. From ancient times to the present, the distance from the core of power often means the level of status. He is just a school captain and leads less than a thousand troops, but he was forcibly pulled to Jin Yuxin's side. It was like being put on the fire.
"Wang Xiaowei, you should stand in this position for the first time!" Jin Yuxin seemed not to feel Wang Wenzuo's embarrassment at all. He was like a hospitable host, introducing his home to the guests: "If I guessed it right, , do you see that hill? That is the key to victory today. Whoever can occupy this place first has a seven-point chance of winning! "
Without Jin Yuxin's instructions, Wang Wenzuo recognized the hillock at a glance. It was no more than a hundred paces in radius, and its top was only twenty or thirty meters higher than the surrounding area. It was more like a small dirt bag than a hill, but it happened to be located on the entire battlefield. In the center, whoever occupies this place can overlook the entire battlefield, be condescending, and seize the opportunity. More importantly, due to the existence of this hill, once the war becomes intense, the fronts of both sides will inevitably advance and retreat, and the side that controls the hill will get a powerful fulcrum, which will give the controlling side It adds a big weight to the balance of victory and defeat, and many times the victory or defeat is just a matter of millimeters.
As Jin Yuxin's instructions were sent out like flowing water, the Silla Army was like a giant beast waking up and began to move slowly. Wang Wenzuo carefully observed the surroundings and secretly measured the combat effectiveness of this friendly army: Generally speaking, the Silla Army is a relatively "poor" army, and the proportion of "technical arms" such as cavalry and crossbowmen is much lower than The Tang army was not as good as the Goguryeo people, and the armor rate of the infantry was not high. Moreover, judging from the messy patterns on the flags of each detachment, it seems that the Silla army was recruited according to the division of tribes, rather than the unified household system. Those patterns are the totems of the tribe. However, the Silla cavalry were well-armored and well-fed, so they should be the "Hwarangs" they called them.
Compared to the Silla people, the Goguryeo army was much more "lavish", with all types of troops including infantry, cavalry, bows and crossbows. Even if they were a few arrows away, Wang Wenzuo could see the pieces shining brightly in the sun. He believed that a large number of the metal armor pieces were the trophies that the Goguryeo people had obtained from the Sui army. Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty had abandoned countless armored armored vehicles during his three campaigns in Goguryeo, and they were piled up like mountains. Thinking of this, Wang Wenzuo felt that the roots of his teeth were a little itchy.
Just as Jin Yuxin expected, the battle started around the battle for the hill. It was difficult to determine which side was the attacker and which side was the defender. Both sides arrived at the top of the hill almost at the same time, with spear tips facing each other and swords and axes facing each other. They stabbed each other, arrows pierced flesh and bones, shattered bones, blood scattered on the ground, and was immediately trampled into mud by countless feet.
Jin Yuxin sat quietly on the horse, motionless. His torso wrapped in a white cloak looked like a dead tree. Hwarangs surrounded him. Wang Wenzuo looked at the old man's back curiously. Although he was still a few arrows away from the hillock, His heart was beating wildly involuntarily, but Jin Yuxin just said nothing, watching people die in hundreds not far away.
Suddenly, Jin Yuxin raised his right arm, the horn sounded, and Wang Wenzuo saw the Silla people's front line begin to move forward. There was an endless long line, and the spears pointing diagonally upward were like a dense forest of steel, spanning the entire battlefield. The sun shone on the tip of the gun, and the reflected light made Wang Wenzuo blink his eyes subconsciously. For a moment, he had the illusion that those were not people, but countless fireflies - fireflies rushing towards the flames.
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