Destroy Jin and conquer Song, and carry the Northern Expedition through to the end

Chapter 340: Hu Cavalry Riding on the Hill

People always think differently.

For example, Aligua and Han Feng were both thinking that no matter how useless Pucharin was, it was impossible for him to be captured by the Song army of similar size with two Moukes under his command.

But when Pucharin saw Liu Huai again, he felt that the head of Pang Tai hanging high at the gate was waving at him.

As the highest commander of the Caishiji small camp who personally examined the corpses of the Jin army, Pucharin had long known that this group of armored cavalry were not easy to deal with, but he did not expect that they would attack again in such a short time.

A hundred steps away, more than two hundred cavalrymen led by Liu Huai were seen charging towards them aggressively. Although Puchalin knew that it was impossible for a sharpshooter to hit the target from such a distance, and it was impossible for the Jingnan Army to use armored cavalry to rush directly to the top of the city, he still felt uneasy. He hurriedly walked down from the watchtower and mixed in with the Jin army's archers lined up on the wall of the camp.

"Zhang Yan! Why bother!" Puchalin turned around and yelled at the two Puliyans who were directly under his command.

"I am here!" A hundred-man team of Mouke, already fully armed, was waiting in the camp with his horse.

"Wait and listen to my orders!" Puchalin roared fiercely, "There are two hundred Song dog cavalry outside. Do you know what to do?"

"I know!" Zhang Yan's armor leaves shook, and he bowed and said.

The small camp had been cleared of all its debris long ago, and the moukes, ready to attack, sat on the ground, their horses lying beside them. Each held the bridle in his mouth, his hand tightly gripping the reins.

One hundred men and one hundred war horses filled the open space in the small camp.

Seeing that the Jin army soldiers behind him were ready, Puchalin felt slightly relieved and looked in the direction of the Song army.

These southern dogs only carried some flying ladders. Could it be that they thought they could break through the small camp on the mountain with these things alone?
Although the wall of the small village on Caishiji is only about one person high, it still seems a bit too frivolous.

Soon, the Jingnan Army cavalry formed a battle formation outside the range of the Jin army, but did not take advantage of the situation to attack. Instead, the entire army cheered and made noises, which left the ordinary Jin army puzzled.

What kind of hysteria is going on with these Song soldiers?
The corner of Pucharin's eye twitched.

Due to the terrain, the Jin army on the city wall could not see the battle taking place behind Heshan, but Puchalin, who was standing on a watchtower more than ten feet high, could see it clearly. How could he not know why these Song soldiers were cheering?
Afterwards, the majestic knight in the lead, carrying a dark cloth bag, rode his horse towards the Jin army camp.

About thirty steps forward, the Song army knight threw the cloth bag towards the Jin army camp with all his strength.

Puchalin and the Jin soldiers on the wall looked up and saw the cloth bag spreading in the air. Several round objects mixed with some liquid drew an arc in the sky and scattered into the Jin army camp.

Immediately afterwards, more Song cavalrymen followed the knight and threw the cloth bags in their hands over.

More or less, the spherical objects in the cloth bag fell and landed in front of the Jin army cavalry who were sitting in meditation.

Pucharin originally thought it was a kerosene tank or something, but as the nasal screams of the Jin soldiers became one after another, Pucharin finally saw it clearly.

These are clearly the heads of the Jin army.

Almost all the Jin soldiers, especially the Jurchens, had shaved heads, so it was very easy to tell which side the heads belonged to.

Zhang Yan's gaze lingered for a long moment on the head that had fallen before him, and he finally reached out and straightened it. Looking at the face, it was clearly his good friend, the centurion Sahnen.

Zhang Yan gently helped Sahnian close his dim eyes and wiped the blood from his face, feeling a wave of grief in his heart. When they met yesterday, Zhang Yan had been somewhat envious of the women Sahnian had captured from his tent. Sahnian had promised him that he would snatch one for him, but he had never imagined that they would be separated forever just one day later.

Many Jin soldiers who recognized their acquaintance looked up at Pucharin, their meaning was very clear.

Those Song soldiers outside the gate have already provoked them to this extent. As a leader, can you tolerate it? If there is still a string of dribs in your crotch, can you not lead your troops out to cause trouble?
Before Pucharin could sort out the pros and cons in his mind, the Jingnan Army a hundred steps away attacked again.

Liu Huai didn't care what the Jin army in the camp thought. Although the Jingnan Army was showing off their power and momentum, they actually had very limited time.

In general, on this small battlefield, the Jin army was still stronger. Although they frightened the Jin army commander for a while, once Ali Gua really rushed out of the camp and fought recklessly, both the Huaixi Army and the Jingnan Army had to retreat first.

Military strength is not simply one plus one equals two. The combat effectiveness of three hundred Jingnan troops plus five hundred Huaixi troops is really no match for the seven or eight hundred elite Jin troops.

As the saying goes, morale can be boosted but not deflated. Once morale is deflated, it is hard to say whether the next attack can be organized.

Therefore, we must fight quickly and decisively! Soon, under the command of Liu Huai, the armored cavalry of the Jingnan Army drew their bows and arrows and began to shoot at the Jin troops on the city wall. The shouts of killing instantly resounded throughout Caishiji.

On a riverbank west of Caishiji near the river, Zhang Baiyu and twenty soldiers wearing iron jackets dragged their small boat into the grass and then climbed up along a hidden and winding path.

It should be said that this smuggling route was obviously opened up by the tax office runners and was obviously used to smuggle valuables. Bulk goods such as oil, salt, rice and flour would hardly catch the eyes of these runners.

Therefore, the road was relatively narrow, and Zhang Baiyu and others had a hard time walking.

However, when the shouts and cries of killing rang out on Caishiji, Zhang Baiyu had already arrived at the designated location.

"Wait a little longer, wait for the signal, wait for the opportunity. We are a surprise attack force and cannot fight the Jin thieves head-on." Zhang Baiyu stroked the hilt of his knife and said with a heavy breath, "We will be there soon."

The twenty soldiers standing by with their mouths sealed nodded and prepared themselves.

However, if we look at it from the perspective of hindsight, this timing was not chosen by Liu Huai, but decided by Pucharin.

After Liu Huai's first attack, he had a premonition that today's matter would not be easily resolved, so he made some preparations.

When Pucharin inspected this fortress, which was formerly a tax office, he couldn't help but curse the Song Dynasty for cutting corners.

When you are on the attacking side, you will naturally be happy with such simple city defense facilities, but when you are on the defending side, you can't help but scratch your head at this simple camp.

After thinking hard, Pucharin finally discovered his blind spots in thinking.

Why did they fight a defensive battle with the Song army? They clearly had elite cavalry at their disposal, so why didn't they go out and destroy the invading enemy in a field battle?
After Pucharin figured this out, he felt that the world was vast.

Then he looked at the flimsy walls of the camp, and the more he looked at them, the more uncomfortable he felt.

If we had just chiseled two holes in the wall and let fifty cavalry charge in, would we have been able to capture the ten invading armored cavalrymen of the Jingnan Army?

Therefore, Pucharin made a plan to have the armored cavalry ambush behind the wall, and wait for the Song army to attack the city. Once the formation was scattered, he would directly open the camp gate, break through the wall, and let the armored cavalry rush out to decide the outcome of the battle on the open ground.

However, the idea was good, but Pucharin never expected that the Jin army, who were shooting arrows at the Jingnan Army on the wall, not only could not suppress the Jingnan Army, but they even had a tendency to be suppressed by the Jingnan Army knights.

Both sides used hard bows made of ox horn and iron frames equipped with heavy arrows. There was no question of whose equipment was superior or inferior, but in theory, shooting on foot was much more stable than shooting on horseback.

However, in reality, the Jin army was suppressed.

Doesn't this mean that the Jingnan Army is truly superior to ours in every aspect?
Seeing his comrades on the wall screaming and falling, and arrows constantly flying in front of him, Zhang Yan, who was sitting on the ground, finally couldn't bear it anymore. He spat out the bamboo stick in his mouth and shouted loudly: "General, charge out! The warriors of the Great Jin can die, but they cannot die in such a miserable way!"

The rest of the Jin soldiers sitting on the ground all looked up. Although they were holding bamboo strips in their mouths and could not speak, their looks said it all.

Puchalin knew he couldn't wait any longer; if he did, his morale would be completely destroyed. He was furious. What's the point of defending a small camp? I'll send my cavalry to crush you, a bunch of southern dogs!

"Everyone, get off the wall! Quick!" Puchalin waved his hand and ordered the Jin soldiers on the wall to jump down. After landing, he said to the twenty Jin soldiers on each side who were pulling the ropes: "Everyone! Pull hard for me!"

"Mount your horses! Raise your troops!" Zhang Yan roared, "Crush the Southern Dogs!"

The one hundred Jin armored cavalrymen he led also threw out their mouthpieces and shouted loudly.

The solemn and murderous aura could disperse the remaining clouds. It was truly mighty and majestic. The Jin army, sweeping across the world, officially revealed its man-eating fangs.

Accompanied by the loud bang of several wooden fences collapsing, the Jin army drove their horses and were about to charge towards the Jingnan Army fifty steps away.

However, the next moment, a loud trumpet sounded in the Jingnan Army, followed by a flying tiger flag, fluttering in the wind, as if ready to devour anyone at any time.

"Kill the gold thief!"

The Jingnan Army launched a sudden attack.

(End of this chapter)