Chapter 70: Decisive Battle against Jiangnan

Li Jun withdrew his gaze from the map and looked at Liao Shenggong. It happened that Liao Shenggong was also looking at him, with an inquiry in his eyes. Li Jun understood what he meant, and was asking if he was launching an attack, shouting: "Ganmu, accompany me out for a walk."

Duan Ganmu is a big man. In today's terms, he is a standard soldier with a well-trained and has already replaced Jie Jin as Li Jun's captain. Hearing this, he hurried in and said, "Master, the cold dew outside is very heavy. If the dragon body is incompatible, even if I die thousands of times, I will not be able to atone for my sins."

"Look at you, what are you talking about? Isn't it that serious?" Li Jun looked at Duan Ganmu and defended himself: "If you say so, the soldiers squatted in the trenches waiting for the attack. If they were frozen, wouldn't my sin be even greater?"

The battle was about to begin, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers were suffering from the torture of cold dew outside. Unexpectedly, Li Jun used this as a saying and even put such a big hat on Duan Ganmu. Duan Ganmu was shocked. He could not bear the hat and hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, I don't mean this."

Li Jun waved his hand to stop him and continued to say, "I tell you that the air is fresh now, and it is a good time to do morning exercises. Don't miss it. General Liao, let's leave it to you." Without waiting for Liao Shenggong to speak, he said to Duan Ganmu: "Let's go, Ganmu, let's enjoy the morning breeze and waning moon." With a big step, Duan Ganmu walked in his head, and Duan Ganmu hurriedly followed.

"The cicadas are sad and sad. When facing the long pavilion, the rain has just stopped. The capital tent has no mood, and the orchid boats are no longer in their hearts. I hold hands and look at each other and tears, but I still feel speechless. The thoughts go away, the smoke and waves of thousands of miles, the dusk mist is deep and the sky is vast. The affectionate has been hurt since ancient times, and it is even more slack, and the Qing Autumn Festival is neglected. Where can I wake up from the willow bank, the morning breeze and the waning moon. After years of this, it should be a good time and good scene. Even if there are thousands of styles, who will tell me?" Li Jun walked towards a mountain, and while walking, he recited Liu Yong's song "Rain Ling".

Liu Yong was a famous poet in the Song Dynasty. His lyrics were widely circulated and could be heard from the market. Although Li Jun's chanting of this parting poem at this time was very inconsistent with his feelings for the war, at least he could find something to do.

Li Jun came to the top of the mountain and looked up at the starry sky. He saw that half a moon had covered the dark clouds. The night without light was pitch black, and it was hard to see his five fingers. Looking around, there were still many lights in Guo Kan's camp. According to Li Jun's estimate, there were much more lights than usual. It was obvious that Guo Kan had noticed the upcoming attack of the Song army and was ready. Li Jun was surprised at all about Guo Kan's preparations, otherwise he would not be called a god-man, but he should be called a mortal.

The Song army launched an attack this time very different from the past. Even if Guo Kan noticed it, he would not guess that the Song army would carry out saturated bombing, which was used in modern warfare, so Li Jun was not worried at all. Not to mention Guo Kan, a fake god, even a real god may not necessarily have it.

Listening to the sound of Li Jun chanting from the outdoors, Liao Shenggong's eyes were filled with tears of excitement. He naturally understood what Li Jun meant. Li Jun understood what he meant very well. He was afraid of adding pressure to Liao Shenggong's command, so he found an excuse to appreciate Xiaofeng and waning moon to walk away, relieved the pressure on Liao Shenggong, and let him command.

There was a vicious circle in the history of the Song Dynasty, that is, the emperor was incompetent, but he always liked to point fingers. Before the general went to the expedition, he just wanted the general to go to the battlefield to implement it, but the result was that the army was defeated. Li Jun's wisdom was not comparable to these incompetent emperors. If he pre-educated the strategy, no one dared to say anything. Li Jun not only did not pre-provided the strategy, but also took the initiative to reduce pressure on Liao Shenggong, which was really amazing. A big man like Li Jun, if he stood there, he would give people an invisible pressure.

The war is imminent, and it is a good time to make achievements and become famous in history. Anyone will be moved by it at this time, not to mention that it is a war that has never been seen in Chinese history. Even a wise monarch like Emperor Taizong of Tang originated from the ground and would be moved by it at this time. Maybe he would restrain himself, but a few tips are inevitable. The emperor's words and words are extremely important. Even if Li Jun said a word, Liao Shenggong had to experience it seriously, but he took the initiative to walk away and didn't ask at all. This kind of magnanimity is rare, and it is also a great trust in Liao Shenggong. I believe that he will do a good job, and it is impossible to not be moved by Liao Shenggong.

Liao Shenggong wiped his tears, calmed down his mood, and shouted: "Command: Send a signal flare!"

The soldiers outside the door lit fireworks, and bunches of beautiful and bright fireworks flew into the sky, drawing bright lines, weaving them into a beautiful picture, which was particularly beautiful.

Zhu Ruixiang was waiting for the signal flare, waved the order flag and shouted: "Send a signal: fire the cannon!" He was excited and did not expect that no one could see the order flag in the dark, which became an unconscious action.

The soldiers swung the angrily wind lamp and sent out the order to fire the cannon.

Countless fireballs suddenly appeared in the night sky, dragging long tail flames and drew beautiful curves toward the southern Mongolian camp. The navy's artillery only left four hundred pieces of emergency, and all were dismantled, with a total of more than 1,800 pieces. In addition, Zhu Ruixiang's original two hundred pieces, a total of more than 2,000 pieces were bombarded together. This was the first time in Chinese history that so many artillery were concentrated in volleys, which was extremely magnificent.

In order to better attack Mongolian positions, the artillery was deployed in a half-moon shape, that is, it was deployed on the east, west and south sides, but not on the north side. At the same time, countless shells were flying from three directions with bright tails, and the landing point happened to be the southern camp of Mongolia.

Fireballs appeared one after another, breaking the darkness of the night and adding countless light to the dark night. The earth-shaking explosion sounded one after another, breaking the tranquility of the night and forming a battleground song!

Although Guo Kan expected that the Song army would launch an attack, he did not know what method the Song army would launch an attack. He thought that the Song army would first have a full meal, then lined up at dawn, and then attack. Even if the Song army wanted to attack the camp, they would still enter the camp at night to fight, so he ordered the camp to strictly guard and prepare for the above attack.

Firepower preparation is the crystallization of modern warfare. It is not that Guo Kan is incompetent. It is because civilization is apart for hundreds of years. How could he, the ancients, want to get it?

The sound of cannons woke up the sleeping Mongolian soldiers. They never dreamed that disaster would fall from the sky. People with bad luck would become unjust souls under cannons in their sleep. They would fall asleep until they die, and their way of death was really strange. The first sentence of the surviving soldiers when they woke up was: "What sound is this? It's so loud."

These ancients had never suffered such intensive artillery bombings, which made them confused. They sat foolishly in the darkness, and they didn't know how to deal with it. After a long time, they didn't know who found that someone was killed by the bombing. Only then did they realize that the disaster was coming, and they immediately became panic, jumped up and ran away.

Fear is the most contagious, and in a blink of an eye, it becomes a mess. Some people have a little civilized consciousness and know that they need to wear pants. It is naturally difficult to touch them in the dark. It is normal for people to meet their heads.

The Mongolian camp, which originally had no sound of a single sound of tricks, was peaceful. After being bombed, it was immediately messy. People shouted, horses neighed, ghosts cried, wolves howled, and ran around in a panic. The soldiers could not find the generals, and the generals could not find the soldiers, and they all rushed around like headless flies. If you really want to find a way to describe it, it would be like a group of pigs waiting to be slaughtered running around and trying to escape.

The Song army and the Mongolian army are the enemy of life and death. When the Mongolian army is in trouble, the Song army soldiers are naturally very happy. Listening to the howlings of the Mongolian soldiers, it is a very wonderful sound. Even the Tianyin Fairy Music is not so pleasant. The Song army soldiers are very excited and are all overjoyed, shouting in their hearts: "Good explosion! Come on! Better harder!"

The first batch of combat troops arrived at the starting position and wanted to hear Qingyue's loud charge immediately, and rushed forward to take advantage of the chaos to slash the Mongolian soldiers and kill more.

Humans are such strange animals. The pain of the enemy can always bring pleasure to themselves. If it weren’t for the marching restrictions, it goes without saying that the Song army would definitely be shouting long live!

The first round of bombing was so outstanding, and Zhu Ruixiang was also excited and almost sang it: "That's great! Blow again! Blow the Tartars to death!"

Zhu Ruixiang was inspired by it. None of the gunners suddenly felt that they had endless strength and endless joy, and they loaded the shells without waiting for his order. Their movements were so fast that it was unimaginable, as if they had not grown a pair of hands, but two, perhaps four, and moved faster than the Hot Wheel.

Under Zhu Ruixiang's command, the Song army's artillery fire continued to bomb, one round after another, as if shells were worthless, and were denser than raindrops. Wherever they landed, there would be a burst of people shouting and neighing, and countless casualties were injured.

The deadly artillery fire continued endlessly. This night was definitely the most difficult night for the Mongolian soldiers. It felt like they would rather climb out of hell than to endure the deadly artillery fire, which made them panic and made them uneasy.

As the dawn came, a trace of light appeared in the sky. With the light of dawn, Li Jun looked around and saw that the Mongolian camp had been blown up so badly. There were broken limbs and broken arms, broken bodies, messy camp tents, broken weapons, cracked armor, and soil that was lifted up by the shells. There were pits in the east and the west. No one knew how many craters were there, and they could only say countless.

Blood splattered everywhere, some had already condensed, black purple, some were still fresh, red, dyeing the soil into color.

Just when the first ray of dawn appeared, the artillery fire finally stopped. For the Mongolian soldiers, stopping the artillery fire was their greatest wish, but when the artillery fire stopped, they couldn't believe it was true, and they all looked ahead stupidly, trying to see clearly what made them terrified.

The Mongolian army is known for its bravery and good combat. In terms of cold weapons, they have no idea about weapons like artillery, which come from another time and space. A cannonball hits and a ball of fire flashes by. Not only is it said that a living person is dead in the blink of an eye, but his limbs are broken and his flesh is one piece at a time. This power is not comparable to cold weapons. They have never seen it or heard it, and they can't be afraid. After experiencing a whole hour of suffering, they have already been shocked. Each face is as pale as paper and has no blood at all. This may be the night that scares them the most in Mongolian history.

If artillery fired in modern times, people knew that they would lie down. The Mongolian army did not even have the concept of artillery. How could they know this? When the shells flew across the board, they had no choice but to run around and jumped around. They became targets of moving, with great casualties, and at least five or six thousand people were killed and injured.

Just as the Mongolian soldiers were stunned, the loud charge of Qingyue sounded again. Hundreds of trumpet officers stood on the hill with their left hand on their hips, holding the charge in their right hand, and playing it desperately. The earth-shaking trumpet sounded on the entire battlefield. The Song army's endless joy and endless pride were all in this trumpet. For the Mongolian army, this was their death song.

As soon as the charge sounded, the earth-shaking shouts sounded. The first batch of troops who had watched the play at the departure position for a long time began to attack. Good things always infect people. The Song army visited the "gala" of the Mongolian army's baptism of artillery fire. They were already excited. They wanted to hear the charge earlier, attack earlier, and kill more to practice their skills. It was okay to rush out. Everyone was like a tiger in the South Mountain. They could tie tigers up on the mountain and capture dragons in the sea. They were invincible. The Mongolian soldiers have now become frightened birds and are not opponents. The previous good fighting had long been gone, and they could only escape with their heads. However, the more chaotic they were, the more the Song army came to persuade them, the more exciting they were, and the more pleasure they were. They were killed fiercely, and there were countless corpses on the ground.

Of course, these newly added corpses are much better than those that were blown by artillery fire, at least intact, with a corpse that looks like a broken limb like a shell bomb.

Huang Han raised the sword above his head and shouted, "Brothers, have you seen it? The Tartars have become a brave rabbit now, just waiting for us to catch it. Brothers, rush for me! Catch the rabbit!" He took a big step and rushed into his head. Song Jun shouted and followed.

Huang Han's combat style is fierce and good at fighting. He is silent and silent in his daily life. Unexpectedly, he actually said such words. It was very playful and anyone who heard them was funny. It was really because he was in a good mood and he would say such words unnaturally.

The white bearded Gundam jumped out of the trench, pulled out the sword suddenly, and yelled at the soldiers: "Babys: I told you that I, Gundam, have never fought so well in my life, and it is almost the same as attending a celebration. Babies, rush with me and kill all the Tartars!" The sword appeared on the head and rushed into the head. Song Jun roared and followed.

Sufficient firepower preparation and cutting off the connection between the Nanying and Guo Kan's main business are the two keys to the success or failure of this operation. The cavalry of Jie Jin and Huang Shengcai and the infantry of Huang Han and Gundam were carefully selected and selected. They must be tall, strong, have rich combat experience, have great courage, dare to fight, and have skillful skills and tactics to be selected. It can be said that this is the sharp sword force of the Song army. As soon as they launched the attack, they seemed to have a rush, like wind swept away the broken clouds. Wherever they passed, they must be corpses on the ground, splashing blood, painted one by one, and beautiful pictures.

The two division troops of Huang Han and Gundam were advancing very fast, which was beyond Li Jun's expectations. According to Li Jun's speculation, they could not complete this task without two hours. In fact, they closed it in just one and a half hours. Once they closed it, that is to say, the connection between the Mongolian Southern Camp and Guo Kan Camp had been cut off. The division had been completed. The Southern Camp had become an isolated enemy, and they could eat him next.

Of course, there is still a tough battle to fight before eating, which is that Guo Kan tries to open up the connection with the Southern Camp. Li Jun’s prediction was accurate. When Huang Han and his team began to divide, Guo Kan mobilized heavy troops to attack and tried to stop Huang Han and his team’s division. Unfortunately, the Song army is no longer the Song army of the past, and is invincible. When it is close, they will use hand-throwing cast iron bombs or hand crossbows to greet them. If these two are not useful, as long as the fireworks are lit and thrown to the place where they are needed, Zhu Ruixiang will command the artillery to provide firepower support. A burst of artillery shells came and the Mongolian army immediately retreated.

Obtaining enough artillery fire support is also an important reason why Huang Han and the others can quickly close together.

Guo Kan's reinforcements could not go beyond the line in the face of the tenacious resistance of the Song army. Under the dense firepower attack of the Song army, they paid a heavy price, and finally had to watch the Nanying be wiped out.

Duolongqi looked at the soldiers who ruthlessly slaughtered the Song army, his eyes widened. He could not understand why the originally vulnerable Song army was so good at fighting, and they were invincible. Why did the Mongolian army, which seemed to be headless and fleeing, all of them seemed to be headless and fleeing. Duolongqi was also a good general. He followed Guo Kan to the west and made great achievements, which was appreciated by Guo Kan. This time he went south and brought him here. He immediately understood that the situation was urgent. He gathered the army, reorganized the formation, and stabilized the position. He shouted: "The eagles on the grassland must spread their wings and soar!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a voice said, "General, the general has an order."

For Doronchi now, what he wanted most was Guo Kan's order. He was overjoyed when he heard this and said, "What did the Grand Marshal say? Tell me quickly, I will do whatever I want."

A musket aimed at his chest, Xu Guanghan smiled coldly and said, "The emperor said, if you surrender, you will give you a way out. If you want to resist stubbornly, you will send you on your way. Doronchi, do you say, are you surrendering or dead?"

Doronchi didn't know what the musket was, so he didn't take it seriously. He broke his mouth and said angrily: "How dare you be rude to me and take your ruthlessness away."

"Yes, yes, you're right, I should take it away." Xu Guanghan said expressionlessly, a ball of fire flashed, and with a bang, Doronqi Meiwei's body fell back and fell heavily to the ground, making a bang, blood on his chest was blurred and blood was pouring out.

Xu Guanghan put away the musket and rushed to Duolongqi's body and said, "I'm putting it away." He pulled out his knife, cut off his head, held it in his hand, and strode away.

Duolongqi's death caused chaos to the already chaotic Nanying chaos, and the command system completely lost its function. The Mongolian divisions could not receive orders and could only fight on their own. It was a taboo for military strategists to fight on their own, because they could not exert their power to the greatest extent, and the fate of destruction was waiting for them.

Liao Shenggong hung up a new map of the confrontation between the Song army and Guo Kanjun, and there was no Mongolian Nanying on it.

Li Jun looked at the new map and said with a smile: "Is there something missing?"
Chapter completed!