It was noon on the 28th of February. The wind was blowing in the southwest sky.
Above the foothills, hot air balloons rose one after another. The largest battle took place in two places named Xiukou and Shiling. The assembled Huaxia soldiers relied on artillery and mountain roads to resist the two strong attacks of the Jurchen Balisu and Saba tribes. The smoke and flames caused by the battle could be seen from miles away.
Ten miles to the southeast of the Shiling battlefield, there were small hills but most of them were flat land. A small stream flowed past. After leaving Zi Zhou, they passed by this place, crossed the stone bridge and entered the mountains. It was a rugged road. Every year, merchants transported goods from the outside world to Zi Zhou through the Sword Gate Pass. Then, they transported goods from Sichuan out of the mountains. That was why the stone bridge over the river was named Wangyuan.
The two sides of the battle had gathered on the south side of the stone bridge.
Ning Yi, who only led 6,000 men, did not play any tricks. That was why Xie Bao, who had 30,000 men, had to move forward. His army was already lined up by the river bank. 30,000 men, 3,000 cavalrymen, and the flag was cold. When he looked up, it was a rare sunny day at the end of February in the southwest.
On the opposite hill, 6,000 Hua Xia soldiers were right in front of him, including the person he had heard about for a long time, the inner demon, Ning Yi. Wanyan Xie Bao heaved a sigh of relief. 30,000 against 6,000. He did not intend to give this person a chance to escape.
"The surrounding grass is very new. It doesn't look like it has been dug up. There might not be any landmines," the deputy general came over and said. Xie Bao nodded and recalled the information he had gathered on Ning Yi. He was the most outstanding person among the Han people in the past 30 years. Not only was he good at strategizing, he was also the most willing to risk his life on the battlefield to fight for a chance of survival. A few years ago, at a gathering in the Jin Kingdom, the Goddess of Grains commented on him, "Looking at his inner qualities, it is similar to a treasure mountain."
6,000 men, risking their lives for a chance of survival … Standing in front of such a foolish act, Xie Bao was confused and insulted at the same time. He was not Yelu Yanxi.
Of course, this kind of humiliation also made him exceptionally calm. The correct way to deal with this kind of thing was not to get angry, but to use the strongest attack to knock the other party into the dust, so that he wouldn't be able to make any moves. Then, kill him, slaughter his family, and after that, spit on his skull!
Under Xie Bao's command, there were currently four great generals. Xi Lie and Wanyan Gulu were originally generals under the command of Battle God Lou Shi. After Lou Shi passed away, the Yan Mountain Guards were led by these two generals. Other than that, Na Ke and Wensar, who were under Ci Buye's command, were also survivors of the war in the northwest. Now, Na Ke led the infantry, while Wensar led the cavalry.
The memory of humiliation and humiliation had been engraved into the bones of the soldiers under his command. The white flag represented their determination to never retreat or surrender. All these years of training were for the sake of facing the shameless rat, Ning Yi, and completely burying the Hua Xia Army.
In the early morning of this day, the generals who realized that the battle was right in front of them asked for the uniforms of the two former marshals of the Jurchen Nation. 30,000 people faced the uniforms in silence, then tied white scarves on their foreheads before breaking camp and coming to the other side of the Wei Bridge. Ning Yi was unwilling to cross the river and wanted to fight on this side of the river. It was fine, they could fulfill his wish.
The moment noon arrived, the army with white scarves tied on their foreheads was no less imposing than the army that protected Bu Da Gang more than 20 years ago.
The generals ran in front of the formation, but they didn't shout. There was no need to go into details.
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"So the most important thing … the most troublesome thing is how to teach the children."
"I think it's fine to just beat them."
"That's why I said you guys … don't understand education. This is a very important thing. What if they break them? Children also have self-esteem. What if I leave a psychological scar on him? What if they rebel and run away from home? They can't just beat them casually. This will affect their future … "
"My two children are doing fine …"
"Mine too."
The wind blew gently over the mountain. After receiving a message, Ning Yi was talking softly to Du Sha and the others beside him.
The atmosphere on the battlefield made people nervous. In the past few days, intense discussions had been happening in the Huaxia army, including Han Jing, Qu Zhengyan, and the others. They also had certain doubts about the entire operation.
"Six thousand against thirty thousand. What if something goes wrong? You are the backbone of the Huaxia army. If we lose, the Huaxia army will also lose."
Or perhaps,
"Even if we have a certain degree of confidence, isn't it a waste to waste it on Wanyan Xibao? Why don't we wait for Zong Han to fully appear and fight a decisive battle head-on? After all … we might not be able to completely wipe out Xibao. "
Two days ago, when Zong Han appeared in Balisu's army, Qu Zhengyan also raised the idea of revising the strategy. Ning Yi thought about it for a while and rejected it. Zong Han's appearance was to distract Xibao's attention. It would always be Xibao's army that would rush to the front. If he did not fight, Zong Han would not give him another ideal opportunity.
In the process of these discussions and doubts, there was another thing that had been worrying Ning Yi. Starting from the 23rd, the frontline temporarily lost contact with Ning Ji. Although many troops had temporarily lost contact with the first wave of the Female Zhenren, it would be too melodramatic if Ning Ji fell into the enemy's hands at a critical moment.
He had considered and planned many things, but he did not expect to lose contact with such a critical situation at the last moment. Today, news came from the frontline that Ning Ji and the others had beheaded the Liaodong General Yin Han and saved Mao Yishan's regiment. In the next few days, they searched for an opportunity in the mountains. The day before yesterday, they raided a Han army unit and then connected the news.
In the past few days, it was said that Ning Ji was ruthless and ruthless, and had beheaded two enemy generals … This was really troublesome and annoying news. What did the people in the family train a thirteen-year-old child into?
He had to end this war quickly, or there would be a murderous devil in the family …
He put down his thoughts in the general direction, put the news that Ning Ji was safe in his arms, and exhaled. "But it's all right." He looked up at the aggressive 30,000-strong army on the opposite side, and said, "Even if I die here today, at least the children at home will continue to walk on the road."
"Our two children have been beaten to death since childhood, and they are still like this now. Sensible … "
"… Boorish."
The short conversation ended with a helpless look on Ning Yi's face. He asked about the time. It was a quarter past noon, and the drums roared. On the opposite position, the first group of about 5,000 soldiers of the Female Zhenren army who were on a probing mission began to move forward, with infantry in front and cannons on the side. On the other side, 3,000 elite cavalry slowly circled the south side of the battlefield.
The main army in the rear also advanced slowly.
The movement of the 30,000-strong army sounded like thunder on the ground.
Ning Yi raised his hand and gave the order, and the army advanced at the same time.
At this moment, the distance between the frontline of the two sides was 1,200 meters, and the huge formation of 30,000 soldiers was nearly a mile wide.
The maximum shooting range of arrows was 200 meters, and the effective killing range should be within 120 meters. The distance of the cannons was about the same. An adult's running speed of 120 meters would not exceed 15 seconds.
There were also bed crossbows and special bows made by the generals, which could kill up to 300 meters.
Generally speaking, the distance of 300 meters was the first line of preparation for a bloody battle. More strategies and methods of using troops also fluctuated on this line, such as advancing slowly and then suddenly pressing forward, or choosing to divide the troops and defend, so that the opponent could respond accordingly. Once the distance was closed to 300 meters, the battle would begin.
With a distance of one kilometer, the two sides still had a certain amount of time to adjust and prepare when the formation moved forward. The battle formation of 30,000 soldiers gradually expanded in their field of vision. The frontline of the Huaxia army formed a long line in front, with three rows interlaced with each other, holding long guns in their hands. The guns in the front were equipped with bayonets, and the soldiers without bayonets carried broadswords on their backs.
There were more than 4,500 people with guns in total, and there were iron cannons in the formation.
On the side of the formation, protected by a group of guns, was a team carrying the flag of "Huaxia's First Military". The main body of the team was more than 10 box-shaped four-wheeled vehicles, and Lin Jingwei and Gongsun Sheng, who were now the chief engineers of the Huaxia army's technology department, were among them.
Following the team were technicians, soldiers, and workers. Many people's hands, bodies, and military uniforms were dyed in a strange yellow color, and some people's hands and faces were even burned and corroded.
Huaxia's First Military Institute, the Rocket Engineering Research Institute. In the long difficult days after the establishment of the Huaxia army, Ning Yi had given the greatest support to this organization. From another perspective, it was also an organization under his direct control and direction of research. Many of the technicians were veterans.
Ning Yi had long turned some of the soldiers with strong hands-on and thinking abilities into this field. Now that the training at the grass-roots level was not enough and manpower was tight, having these soldiers who had participated in the manufacturing process personally could reduce the loss of training new people to a certain extent. Of course, if the situation of the battle became critical, they would also be further involved in the battle.
Ning Yi followed this team forward. When they were 800 meters away, Yu Hang, the deputy chief engineer in charge of the rocket department, was next to Lin Jingwei and Gongsun Sheng. He was a technical staff with messy and curly hair, and the right side of his head was bald because of the burns caused by the explosion. His nickname was "curly-haired bald". He turned his head and said, "Almost, almost."
The vehicles stopped.
"Are you confident?" Ning Yi, who was looking forward with binoculars, couldn't help but ask worriedly.
"After all, after all, we haven't done enough experiments. According to, according to what Mr. Ning said, theoretically speaking, we … we still have the possibility of something going wrong. N-Teacher Ning, please stand further away, if … if the most unexpected situation occurs, there is a one percent chance that this place will suddenly explode … "
"Okay, stop, I understand."
Ning Yi's expression was stiff as he pressed his palm in the air. Some people even laughed out loud, while more people were doing things step by step.
Five four-wheeled carts were dismantled. Every two wheels were equipped with a grill-like iron frame, which was placed obliquely on the ground in front of them. The workers used iron rods to prop it up and fix it in place. On the other five carts, three-meter-long iron cylinders were lifted out one by one and placed on an I-shaped launcher with several grooves.
The battle formation was still moving forward. Ning Yi urged his horse forward. Beside him were many Huaxia soldiers he was familiar with.
For this war, Ning Yi had prepared for more than ten years, and he had also suffered for more than ten years. Over the past decade or so, many of his comrades from the Huaxia Army who were standing beside him had died. From Xia Village, to the three years at Little Cang River, and now, he had buried so many heroes who should have been alive that he could not even count them.
As someone who came from a better world and was smarter and more powerful, he should have had a greater sense of superiority. But in reality, only in front of these people, he did not have much of a sense of superiority. In these ten years, many people like Li Pin thought that he was arrogant, that he had the ability but did not try to save more people. But the people around him, the people he had tried his best to save, had died one by one.
At Little Cang River, he had buried countless comrades. When he arrived at the southwest, many starving people had sent their fats to the research institute to be refined into glycerol. The soldiers at the front were dying in battle, and many of the people in the research institute were also injured or killed by the explosions. Some died from chronic poisoning, and even more had their skin corroded by the poison.
In an explosion accident, a soldier's legs were blown off and he fell into a pool of blood. The skin on his face was gone. His last words were, "It's enough for them to suffer …" He was referring to the Female Zhenren. This soldier's entire family had died under the Female Enlightened Master's sword.
Now, everyone was quietly putting these results on the shelf.
In the process of advancing scientific research, the first thing Ning Yi wanted to break through was nitroglycerol. After the laboratory method was successful, he wanted to produce it on an industrial scale, but the foundation could not be reached, and even caused many accidents. Later, he chose picric acid as the direction, but until now, the road to large-scale industrial production had not been paved.
The overall size and manpower were still too little.
So he could only slowly improve and explore the manual production method. After it was completed, he chose to use it on the rocket. In fact, the basic design idea of the rocket had already existed in the Wu dynasty. In another period of history, the rockets of the Song Dynasty flowed into India and were later improved by the Europeans into the Congreve rocket. Ning Yi's improvement idea was actually similar. Better explosives, longer range, more precise path.
In all these years, up to the day of the battle between Wangyuan Bridge and Wanyan Xiebao, the total production of this kind of iron rocket with a three-meter balance rod was six hundred and seventeen. A portion of it was filled with TNT, while the other portion was filled with picric acid. The finished product was named "Dijiang" by Ning Yi.
The vanguard of the two armies was 700 meters apart. Wanyan Xibao raised his binoculars and saw the shelf. "I knew they had a plot …" But no matter what the plot was, no matter how powerful it was, at this moment, the only choice he could have was to use his 30,000 troops to crush the other side.
At the same time, the 30,000 Female Zhenrens on the entire battlefield had already entered the firing range.
The Female Zhenrens pushed forward had entered the 500-meter line, and the 30,000 troops had also entered the 600-meter range. The Huaxia Army had already stopped and formed a formation in three rows. The soldiers in the front row rubbed their hands and feet. They were actually battle-hardened soldiers, but it was the first time that everyone had used a firearm on a large scale in actual combat. Although they had a lot of training, they were still not sure if it could produce a huge result.
Thin white clouds flowed across the sky. On the 28th, at a quarter past noon, someone heard the whistling sound of the wind behind them, and a light swept across the sky from the side. The red tail flame brought thick black smoke and rushed into the sky.
Each I-shaped launcher had five launch slots, but in order to avoid any accidents, everyone chose a relatively conservative launch strategy. Twenty rays of light flew out in different directions. The moment he saw the light, Wanyan Xibao's scalp went numb. At the same time, in the front of the 5,000 troops, the general swung down his saber.
"Charge —"
Two rays of light fell toward this army. The main body of the explosives was the recently prepared picric acid. The moment the tail flame penetrated the crowd, the roaring explosion carried a high temperature of more than 3,000 degrees Celsius and poured toward the crowd …
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