Chapter 280 Fighting in the wilderness
Zhao Yongji was sitting in the Chinese army tent, with a proud look on his face that could not be concealed.
Several prefectures and counties in Xixia have been captured by him. This victory makes him full of confidence and even a little proud.
However, just when he brought the wine glass to his mouth and was about to drink the celebratory wine, a messenger hurried in with a trace of panic on his face.
"Report——! General, there is news from the Kingdom of Jin that the Song Dynasty has sent reinforcements to support Xixia. General, please prepare early!" the messenger reported breathlessly.
Zhao Yongji put down his wine glass and frowned slightly, but did not show much concern. "Hmph, the army of the Song Dynasty? How can they compare to these brave and skilled soldiers under my command? Come on, come on, what do I, Zhao Yongji, have to fear?"
He stood up and ordered the entire army to set off immediately to meet the approaching Song army.
He wanted everyone to see that he, Zhao Yongji, could not only conquer the prefectures and counties of Xixia, but also defeat the elite soldiers and generals of the Song Dynasty!
After a whole day of marching, the army led by Zhao Yongji finally arrived at Lintao Road in the territory of the Kingdom of Jin. The scout horse galloped over and reported to Zhao Yongji the latest developments of the Song Dynasty army.
"General, the Song Dynasty's army is less than twenty miles away!" There was a trace of nervousness in Tan Ma's voice.
Zhao Yongji sneered and waved Tan Ma to retreat.
He glanced at the soldiers who were neatly lined up behind him, and shouted loudly: "Soldiers, it takes a thousand days to raise an army, but it takes a moment to use it. Now is the time for you to show your bravery! The Song army is not far ahead, ready to fight!"
The soldiers agreed in unison, and their voices were loud. They followed Zhao Yongji and quickly set up a battle formation, preparing for the upcoming battle.
In the Song military camp not far away, coach Wu Jie also learned about the movements of Zhao Yongji's army ahead.
He walked calmly to the front of the formation, looking far into the direction of Zhao Yongji's army.
"Send the order, and the entire army will prepare to meet the enemy!"
The soldiers of the Song Dynasty acted upon hearing the order and quickly arranged themselves in the preset formation.
Although they knew that they were about to face Zhao Yongji's elite troops, there was no trace of fear on their faces. Because they believe that under the leadership of coach Wu Jie, they will be able to win!
At this time, above the wilderness, the sun shines through the clouds and shines mottled on the uneven ground.
This originally peaceful land was now filled with a chilling air.
The army led by Zhao Yongji faced off against Wu Jie's troops in the Song Dynasty across an open wilderness.
In the open space between the two armies, not even a breath of wind seemed to dare to blow easily, as if the air was solidified by this chilling air.
Wearing armor, Zhao Yongji stood in front of the formation, his eyes as sharp as ice knives, directed towards the Song Army formation opposite. The soldiers behind him were all full of energy, holding their weapons tightly, and just waiting for an order, they would pounce on the enemy like tigers descending a mountain.
On the Song side, Wu Jie was also in military uniform, and the majesty of the coach was fully demonstrated at this moment. His eyes shone with calmness and wisdom, as if he had everything under control.
Under his leadership, the soldiers of the Song Dynasty also had high morale and were ready for battle.
In the wilderness, apart from the occasional neighing of war horses, the only sound left was the heavy breathing of the soldiers of the two armies. This chilling air seems to be able to penetrate people's souls, making everyone inside feel an unprecedented sense of oppression.
Both sides know that what follows will be a life-and-death contest.
In this war, there is no retreat, only victory or death. Therefore, neither Zhao Yongji nor Wu Jie will easily give up any opportunity to defeat the other party.
As time went by, this chilling atmosphere became stronger and stronger. The eyes of the officers and soldiers of both armies became more determined and sharp.
They are all waiting for that moment to come, waiting to use their blood and lives to write their own glory and glory. Zhao Yongji stood in front of the formation, wearing bright armor and holding a long sword, majestic. He looked around and saw that his army stood firm like an iron wall, and an unprecedented sense of pride filled his heart.
"Hahaha!" Zhao Yongji laughed loudly, his voice full of arrogance and conceit, "The army of the Song Dynasty is nothing more than that! Look how I beat them to pieces today, let them know how powerful I, Zhao Yongji, am!"
The soldiers behind him also burst into laughter, as if they had seen the dawn of victory. They were infected by Zhao Yongji's arrogance and believed that the Song army was vulnerable.
However, in this triumphant atmosphere, there was a veteran who looked worried.
He is Zhao Yongji's deputy general. He has experienced countless life and death battles and knows the cruelty and uncertainty of war.
He walked to Zhao Yongji and advised in a low voice: "General, don't underestimate the enemy. Although the Song Dynasty's army seems weak, it must have its advantages. We need to deal with it carefully to avoid capsizing in the gutter."
Zhao Yongji waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "Old General, you are too cautious. I, Zhao Yongji, have been on the battlefield for many years, and have I ever been afraid of anyone? In today's battle, I will make a name for myself and make everyone in the world famous. You know my reputation, Zhao Yongji!”
He took a deep breath, tightened the sword in his hand, and shouted loudly: "Tibetan warriors, charge with me!" After saying that, he took the lead and led the elite Tibetan cavalry towards the Song Dynasty army formation.
In the wilderness, the sound of horse hooves was as deafening as thunder, and the dust raised covered the sky and blocked the sun.
The Tubo cavalry were all brave and good at fighting. They waved their weapons and sabers, and let out loud shouts, trying to use this powerful impact to tear apart the Song Dynasty's defense line.
However, just as they were about to rush into the Song Dynasty's army formation, there was suddenly an earth-shaking loud noise.
Immediately afterwards, countless fireballs and projectiles fell from the sky and exploded among the Tibetan cavalry.
"Ah! What the hell is this?" A Tubo cavalry screamed, and both men and horses were blown away.
Zhao Yongji was also startled by this sudden attack.
He looked up and saw rows of black muzzles in the Song army's formation, pointing at them, constantly spraying out deadly shells.
"Is this the legendary artillery? Fire blunderbuss?" A trace of panic flashed in Zhao Yongji's eyes. He never expected that the Song Dynasty army would use such advanced firearms to attack them.
A trace of cruelty flashed in Zhao Yongji's eyes. He raised the long sword in his hand and shouted in a loud voice: "Tibetan warriors, rush to the Song Dynasty formation!"
Under his leadership, the remaining Tibetan cavalry regrouped and roared into the Song army's formation.
In the wilderness, the two armies engaged in a fierce melee. In the flash of swords and shadows, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the soldiers on both sides became red-eyed.
Zhao Yongji took the lead, wielding a long sword and dashed left and right, killing several Song soldiers.
Under the command of Wu Jie, the Song Dynasty army showed amazing combat effectiveness. They are not only well-equipped, but also well-trained, and every soldier dares to fight to the death with the enemy.
The battle has entered a fierce stage, with both sides trying their best to win.
Although Zhao Yongji was extremely brave, he gradually felt powerless. He looked around and found that there were very few Tibetan cavalry left around him, but the formation of the Song army still maintained a strict posture.
At this moment, Zhao Yongji felt an unprecedented sense of crisis in his heart.
He understood that if he could not reverse the situation as soon as possible, complete failure would be waiting for him.
