The evil forces roaming the heavens

Chapter 1237 Daishan: "He doesn't treat me as a human being!"

Liaodong, Zunhua,
The rain was pouring down, and the lightning snakes were surging in the air.

Inside the mansion, all the generals had serious expressions on their faces.

Because the emperor had ordered them to send troops to rescue Goryeo,

The problem is, rescue is easy, but how do they get over it? Fly?
The area outside the Great Wall is the territory of the Tartars! Sending troops means a bloody battle!
But now, the emperor only let the mighty general Feng Tang lead 30,000 people to reinforce!
Sitting on the chair, Niu Jizong could not help but ask in silence: "Could it be that the emperor wants us to defeat Daishan who is plundering outside the Great Wall?"

"Oh, Daishan is going to be easy to beat? We wouldn't be here!"

He spoke with a speechless face, while Jiang Zining laughed at him.
Hearing Jiang Zining's words, the generals present were all embarrassed.
Over the years, the Tartars have been constantly using military force against Daqian, and although they were all minor skirmishes, who among those present could say that Daishan was a rookie?
As the eldest prince of the Tartars, many of them had fought against him, but basically they only won a small victory or suffered a crushing defeat!

"The Emperor has given the order. There is no time for us to think. Fight!"

After slapping the table, Feng Tang stood up with a majestic and domineering look on his face.

When they heard Feng Tang's words, Wang Ziteng and Jiang Zining looked frosty.

In the continuous drizzle, Feng Tang led the army to the battle.

Although there were 30,000 soldiers, there were 50,000 civilians in the rear.

Jia Pu, who was also included in the reinforcements, looked at Zhang Cheng beside him and said immediately: "Brother Jue, you have killed a lot of Tartars in the past half month!"

“It’s all for the people!”

Zhang Cheng spoke calmly, wiping the rain off his face.

Looking at Zhang Cheng beside him, Jia Pu said, "If we encounter a war, I hope you can do your best to protect your relatives."

"This is what I should do!"

Hearing Jia Pu's words, Zhang Cheng immediately nodded in agreement.

"That's good!"

Seeing Zhang Cheng agree, Jia Pu also relaxed.
They also discussed the issue of sending reinforcements to Goryeo, but everyone felt that this was just a sideshow.

After all, if the court really needed rescue, why would it send 30,000 people?
A few days later, the army crossed Beigukou and headed towards Chaoyang!

The Chaoyang here does not refer to Chaoyang District.
Upon learning that Daqian had sent troops out of the pass and scouts were beginning to be sent out to the surroundings, Daishan was also shocked.

Because after learning that they were attacking Goryeo, did Daqian plan to rescue them?
However, after learning that Daqian only sent 30,000 troops, Daishan laughed, because wasn't this a joke?
With 30,000 soldiers and horses, they want to fight their way to Goryeo. This shows that they don't regard the Jurchens as human beings!
"Hypocritical southerners, even if this is the case, you still have to leave no room for excuses?"

Staring at the map, Daishan stood up and said, "Let Zhenghong and Xianghong gather together. I want to defeat this southern army in one battle!"

As Daishan's order was issued, the Tatar cavalry who were originally plundering gathered together.

A few days later, on a plain less than a hundred miles away from Chaoyang,

The scouts have already begun fighting in secret.
In this constant mutual struggle, the information about the casualties kept reaching Feng Tang's ears.

Slamming the table, Feng Tang shouted angrily: "Damn Tartars!"

As the elite of the army, scouts are the eyes and ears. If they are lost, it means that the army has lost its direction and resistance.

But now it seems that the greater the pressure, the closer Daishan's army is to them.

In the makeshift military camp, Zhang Cheng closed his eyes, but a holographic map appeared in his mind.
Looking at the Tatar army approaching like long arrows in the distance, he couldn't help but let out a foul breath.

Because just like what he heard in the past two days, the Tartars were preparing to strangle them completely outside the Great Wall.

However, with his eyes flashing with cold light, Zhang Cheng clenched the Liuhe spear in his hand and said, "Interesting!"

"Uncle, why are you laughing so evilly?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng curiously, Jia Wei next to him came up and asked in surprise, "What nonsense are you talking about? Uncle was just thinking about finding two wives for you after the war!"

Patting Jia Wei on the shoulder, Zhang Cheng laughed.
"Uncle, what are you talking about? I..."

Jia Wei blushed and lowered his head. When he heard this topic, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
At this moment, the trumpet sounded.

"woo woo woo woo."

As the whistling sound resounded throughout the sky, dark clouds seemed to emerge from a distance.
"General, Daishan has asked us to have a decisive battle in three days!"

When he came in front of Feng Tang, Jiang Zining couldn't help but become serious.

"Huh! Would I fall for his trick?"

Feng Tang spoke coldly, then glanced at the map and pointed to a location not far away and said, "The Tartars have less than 10,000 men. Set up an ambush here and defeat them in one fell swoop!"

After hearing Feng Tang's suggestion, Wang Ziteng beside him asked seriously, "Will Daishan go with us?"

"If he doesn't come, then we will stay here and wait for the reinforcements!"

With a smile on his face, Feng Tang was certain that Daishan would come, but he was unsure whether he could defeat Daishan.

Because among this army of 30,000 people, only more than 20,000 are elite troops from the border towns!
He would use 10,000 men to disrupt Daishan's Tatar cavalry, and then use another 10,000 men to charge and finally determine the outcome!
In other words, when Feng Tang was making the plan, he had already thought about exchanging the lives of 20,000 people for Dai Shan!

Kindness does not command the army, righteousness does not command wealth,
As a general, Feng Tang knew how cruel his plan was, but if he wanted to win, he had no choice!

Coming out of the White Mountains and Black Waters, the Jurchens were far more ferocious and good at fighting than what Daqian had seen.
Ever since the Emperor Taishang shed the blood of 300,000 men in Liaodong, Daqian seemed to have lost its edge.

Feng Tang clenched his fist and turned his head to say: "If we win this battle, we will be promoted, but if we lose, it won't be too embarrassing."

Looking at Feng Tang, Jiang Zining nodded silently and said, "I have no objection!"

"I don't have any objection either!"

Looking at Feng Tang and Jiang Zining staring at him, what could Wang Ziteng say? Of course he agreed!

However, it is obvious that in the original history, Feng Tang and others were defeated, and they lost miserably. Otherwise, Wang Ziteng would not have needed to rely on the Jia family to become the governor of the Beijing Camp!

Perhaps when the emperor sent out his troops, he had thought of using these 30,000 people to stabilize Goryeo!

Gao Li: Brother, help!
Emperor Taishang: Big brother has sent out troops, but he hasn't fought yet! Please wait a little longer!

A few days later, dark clouds gathered over the sky, and a depressing atmosphere spread.

Standing at the front line, Zhang Cheng glanced behind him with a look of doubt in his eyes.
Because the way this formation is arranged is obviously a pocket formation, but the question is where does Feng Tang get the courage to do this? Is he crazy?
"Brother? Is the general of Daqian crazy?"

Shocked at this scene, Niulu beside him was dumbfounded.
"I don't know if he's crazy? But he doesn't treat me as a human being!"

He spoke with a sneer on his face, and Daishan waved his hand and said, "Let the servant army attack!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The drums of war sounded, and a group of Han people armed with swords rushed up from the Tartar army.

Looking at this scene, Zhang Cheng's eyes turned cold, and he couldn't help but clench the Liuhe spear in his hand.

"Shoot the arrow, shoot the arrow!"

At the moment when the servant army rushed forward, a whistling sound came from the rear.
"Crash!"

Arrows rained down like rain, and many people were impaled on the battlefield.
As he listened to the screams from his compatriots, Zhang Cheng's eyes gradually turned red as he stared into the distance.

(End of this chapter)