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The blade cuts through the ice and snow, a vast expanse of color within view. The sky has just begun to brighten, and the wind and snow before one's eyes are raging and swirling.

With a soft thud amid the myriad of surrounding sounds, a bloody and viscous scent assaults the face. A comrade beside him thrusts with a long spear, and an arrow whistles from a companion behind him, the bowstring humming. Mao Yishan's eyes widen as he watches the tall Northeastern man before him spurt blood. From his ribs to his chest, thick blood bursts forth, splashing on Mao Yishan's face, some even entering his mouth, hot to the touch.

Xia Village.

The battle has raged for half an hour, and Mao Yishan, a small soldier, has killed an enemy for the first time in his life.

He had enlisted in the army several years prior. Joining the army, receiving a salary, currying favor with superiors, and occasional training had been his life. In recent years, the Wu Dynasty had been turbulent. He had been mobilized occasionally, but never had the chance to kill. When the Jurchens attacked, he was swept up in the army, killing and fleeing. He had witnessed his comrades being hacked to the ground, blood flowing like rivers in the fiery nights, but he had never killed anyone.

That was fine, he was just a man who took a salary and ate his fill. On the battlefield, there were countless people. Outside the battlefield, there were also countless people. No one cared about him, no one had any expectations of him. Whether he killed anyone or not, defeat would still come when it was time. Even if he were killed, no one would likely mourn him.

Until he came to this Xia Village. He didn't know why, but everyone had retreated here, huddling together for warmth. He heard them tell stories, stories of powerful people, generals, heroes, and so on. He followed, eating his fill and training. Originally, he didn't have many expectations, but he vaguely felt that, after training for so long, it would be good to kill two people.

Originally, he had thought about leaving this place. This village was too remote, and they were actually planning to fight the Jurchens head-on. But in the end, he stayed, mainly because there was something to do every day. After eating, he would train, after training, he would shovel snow. In the evening, everyone would gather and talk, sometimes laughing, sometimes making people want to cry. Gradually, he became acquainted with a few people around him. If it were in another place, after such a defeat, he could only look for an unknown superior, find a few fellow villagers with similar accents, crowd together when collecting military pay, and when nothing was happening, everyone could only hide in tents to keep warm. No one in the army would truly care about him, and after such a great defeat, there probably wouldn't even be any training.

Relatively speaking, he preferred the atmosphere of Xia Village. At least he knew what he was going to do next. Even because he worked very hard in shoveling snow, several high-ranking officers one day even mentioned him: "This guy is willing to work, he has a lot of strength." His superior said this, and then several higher-ranking officers nodded. One of the younger officers patted him on the shoulder: "Don't exhaust yourself, brother."

How could he be exhausted...

Then he heard that those powerful people had gone out to fight the Jurchens, and then news came that they had actually won. When these people returned, the most powerful scholar in the entire Xia Village took the stage to speak. He felt that he didn't understand much, but the time to kill people had come. His hand trembled for half the night, somewhat expectant, but also unsure if he would be able to kill one or two enemies—it would be good if he wasn't injured. On the morning of the second day, the Mutiny Army launched an attack. He was ranked in the middle of the front row, waiting behind the wooden house, with the archers even further behind.

The Mutiny Army rushed up. In front, was the wooden outer wall of Xia Village's east side, more than a hundred yards long. The shouts of killing were boiling, and the bloody smell entered his nostrils. He didn't know when, but the sky brightened, and his officer, carrying a knife, said: "Let's go!" He carried his knife and turned out of the wooden house, the wind and snow parting before him.

He and the soldiers beside him rushed towards the wooden wall at the fastest speed. The bloody smell grew stronger. Figures flashed on the wooden wall. His officer took the lead, seemingly killing an enemy in the wind and snow. He was about to rush up when the soldier who had been fighting on the wall suddenly fell down, an arrow piercing his body. Mao Yishan supported him as he fell, and the people beside him had already rushed up.

That man had leaned out to kill people and was shot in the shoulder. Mao Yishan's mind was a little confused, but he immediately carried him away, rushing back. When he rushed back and ran onto the wall, he only cut off a grappling hook that had been thrown up, and again he didn't encounter the enemy for a long time. Just as he was feeling somewhat discouraged, someone suddenly jumped over the wall and attacked. Mao Yishan was still hiding behind the wall, and subconsciously swung his knife. Blood splashed on his head and face. He was slightly stunned, and then he knew that he had killed someone.

He was actually familiar with the bloody smell, but the fact that he had personally killed an enemy made him slightly dazed. But in the next moment, his body still rushed forward, and another knife was swung out. This knife, however, struck empty air. Two spears thrust out, one piercing the man's neck, the other piercing his chest, pushing the man out into the air.

Snow mist swirled at his nose, figures interwoven around him. Where someone had just jumped in, a crude ladder was propped up outside. A Liaodong man roared as he charged in. Mao

Yishan felt as if the whole world was alive. All that revolved in his mind were the scenes of that disastrous defeat that day. The comrades in his barracks were killed on the ground, the ground was covered in blood, some people's intestines were flowing out of their stomachs, and some were even not dead, men in their thirties and forties crying out "Save me, spare me..." He didn't dare to stop, he could only run desperately, and urinated in his pants...

He rushed forward, slashing from the upper left to the lower right at the head of a soldier of the Liaodong army. With a bang, the opponent blocked it with his knife. Mao Yishan was still shouting "Ah—" The second knife slashed from the upper right, and with another bang, he felt his tiger's mouth go numb. The opponent fell down without a sound. Mao Yishan shrank behind the camp wall, knowing that this knife had split the opponent's skull.

"Hahaha... hahaha..." He squatted there, making a low roaring sound in his mouth, then grabbed a hard stone with distinct edges behind the parapet, turned around and threw it out. The soldier running up the ladder ducked, and the stone hit a runner's thigh in the snow behind him. The man stumbled, raised his bow and shot at him, and Mao Yishan retreated quickly. The arrow whizzed through the sky. Startled, he grabbed another stone and was about to throw it again, when the soldier on the ladder had already run up several steps and was about to charge. An arrow struck his neck with a swoosh.

The archer ran past Mao Yishan: "Good job!"

Mao Yishan replied loudly: "Good, good kill!"

Someone echoed on the battlefield: "Leave them all here—"

Several yards away from the wooden wall, a tragic fight was going on. Several vanguard soldiers of the Mutiny Army had already rushed in, but were immediately cut off from contact with the rear by the Wu Dynasty soldiers who rushed up. Several people shouted and fought wildly. One person's hand was cut off, and blood splattered everywhere. The Han Chinese on his side who were besieging were equally mad, covered in blood, fighting with the several Mutiny Army Han Chinese who wanted to kill their way back to tear open the defense line, shouting: "Don't even think about going back once you're here! Your father loves you—"

Outside the wooden wall, soldiers of the Mutiny Army surged forward.

Regardless of the type of siege warfare, as long as there is no room for cleverness, the general strategy is to use a strong attack to break through the opponent's defensive limit. The Mutiny Army soldiers' combat awareness and will were not weak, and as the battle progressed to this point, the sky had fully brightened. Zhang Linghui and Liu Shunren had also basically seen the strengths and weaknesses of this section of the camp wall, and began a real strong attack. The camp wall was not high, so it was common for the enemy soldiers to risk their lives to climb up and charge in. However, Xia Village had not completely relied on this one-story-high camp wall. Behind the camp wall, the current defense line was surprisingly thick. Several squads with high combat power would deliberately open up the defense to kill people, waiting for the opponent to come in before sealing the opening and eating them up.

Mao Yishan hid behind the camp wall, waiting for a Mutiny Army Han Chinese to rush up, then stood up and slashed at the opponent's thigh with a knife. The man's body had already begun to fall into the wooden wall, and he swung his hand with a knife. Mao Yishan shrank his head, and then with a buzz, the blade flashed over his head. The image of the enemy with his head cut off flashed in his mind, and he thought that he had also been cut in the head. The Mutiny Army Han Chinese had two legs that had been cut off by two-thirds, screaming on the camp wall while rolling and slashing wildly.

Mao Yishan only felt that his head was covered in blood. He touched it and found that his scalp had been broken by the opponent's steel knife. Just as he wanted to rush over, the Mutiny Army soldier's desperate random slashing made him retreat. He then grabbed a wooden stick and hit the man's head and body several times, banging, banging, banging, until the opponent stopped moving. The surrounding area was covered in blood. A comrade rushed over, clashed with a Mutiny Army soldier behind him, and then fell at his feet, his chest covered in blood. Mao Yishan turned around, clashed with the Mutiny Army soldier again, and his wooden stick gained the upper hand, jamming the opponent's steel knife. But the Mutiny Army Han Chinese was burly, and kicked Mao Yishan in the heart, sending him flying. Mao Yishan couldn't catch his breath, desperately grabbing at the side, but the Mutiny Army soldier had already swung his knife and charged.

Inside the camp wall, someone else was also rushing at high speed, stepped on the inner wall, and jumped high. The figure slashed at the Mutiny Army Han Chinese's waist, and Mao Yishan saw blood and internal organs flowing out with a whoosh.

The Han Chinese who saved him climbed onto the platform inside the camp wall and began to fight with the Mutiny Army members who rushed up one after another. Mao Yishan felt that his hands and body were covered in blood. He grabbed the knife on the ground—the one that belonged to the Mutiny Army enemy who had been cut in the legs and beaten to death—and climbed up, about to speak, when the comrade who was stopping the Jurchens from coming up was also shot in the shoulder with an arrow, and then another arrow. Mao Yishan shouted and took his place.

At this moment, he felt that this was the first time he had come into contact with the battlefield in his life, and he wanted to win and kill the enemy so much for the first time.

In front, soldiers of the Mutiny Army swarmed forward. Behind, there were also generals who had noticed this weak point and led troops to rush over. He felt the comrades rushing beside him, felt the fierce enemies coming to kill him, and suddenly dodged an arrow. That dodging action was almost subconscious, but he actually avoided the direction the arrow was coming from, and in the process of dodging, he did not completely retreat into the parapet, but was always paying attention to the movements in front.

It doesn't matter if I die, I'll pull you all down with me...

At this moment, Mao Yishan felt the air move.

Two yards away from his side, inside a higher camp wall than this, flames and air waves suddenly spewed out, and the camp wall shook. Mao Yishan

Even saw the snowflakes disperse and freeze in the air for a moment. In this sky full of wind and snow, clear traces brushed towards the distance. After that moment, roaring explosions continued to sound on the snow in the distance. That was precisely the dense area where the Mutiny Army was charging, and in that instant, dozens of traces took shape in the snowflakes. They were almost connected, and the raging explosions engulfed the crowd.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom—

Snowflakes, air waves, shields, human bodies, black smoke, white water vapor, red plasma, all rose in that instant in the barrier set off by the explosion. Everyone on the battlefield was stunned for a moment.

Then, ancient and resounding horns sounded.

The side gate of the camp opened just like that.

Heavy cavalry wearing black armor and cloaks appeared in the Mutiny Army's view. Behind Mao Yishan and the others, shield guards and archers swarmed forward.

The fighting only paused for a moment, then continued.

Soon, the second round of explosions sounded.

The roar and heat waves of the elm cannons repeatedly scorched the entire battlefield...

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When the explosion suddenly sounded, Zhang Linghui and Liu Shunren felt a little dazed.

From the moment they decided to launch a strong attack on this camp, they had prepared themselves for a hard battle. The opponent, with more than four thousand elite soldiers as the backbone, supporting a camp of twenty thousand people, had the strength to defend to the death. However, as long as these fifteen or sixteen thousand weak soldiers could not support the wall, once the number of dead increased, they would turn around and affect the morale of the four thousand elite soldiers.

Breaking through was not impossible, but it would come at a price.

This was nothing. Even though they had played an inglorious role in the Battle of the Chaobai River, they were, after all, survivors among the hungry people of Liaodong. Their unwillingness to fight the Jurchens head-on did not mean that they were like the officials of the Wu Dynasty, thinking that they did not have to pay a price for doing anything. When they were truly desperate, they had such awareness and strength.

The Ever-Victorious Army had betrayed twice, and there was no possibility of betraying a third time. In such a situation, gaining credit in front of Zongwang with their current strength, and gaining a place in the future Jurchen court, was the only way out. Once they figured this out, there was nothing left to say.

They launched the attack in the most orthodox way.

This initial attack was usually used to test the opponent's mettle, first feigning an attack, then piling up people. For a brilliant general, he could quickly test how strong the opponent's resilience was. Therefore, in the first half hour, they were still somewhat restrained. Next, they began targeted high-intensity attacks.

The outer wall of the entire Xia Village valley, surrounded from the banks of the Yellow River, for hundreds of yards around, although there were two months to build it, it was quite difficult to build a defense more than a zhang high. The outside of the wooden wall naturally had high and low points, and most places had wooden thorns extending outward to prevent the attack of outsiders, but naturally, there were also strengths and weaknesses, and some places were easy to attack, while others were not.

As the attack unfolded for an hour, Zhang Linghui and Liu Shunren had roughly grasped the situation of the defense. They launched the most intense attack on a section of the wooden wall on the east side. At this time, more than eight hundred people had gathered under this section of the city wall, including the brave soldiers of the vanguard, and archers mixed in to suppress the soldiers on the wooden wall. Behind them, there were also shock troops constantly coming with shields.

If there were no variables, Zhang and Liu would directly attack here for a day, simply and neatly breaking through this section of the city defense. Based on their understanding of the Wu Dynasty army, this was not an excessive idea. In contrast, the opponent's defense was equally firm. Different from the life-for-life or tragic scenes on other broken city defenses of the Wu Dynasty, what was presented before them this time was indeed a deadly battle between two equally matched armies.

Zhang Linghui and Liu Shunren knew that the opponent had invested their elite troops in the battle, hoping to quickly force the opponent to the limit after testing their strength bottom line. And as the battle progressed to this point, Liu Shunren was also considering launching a large-scale charge on another section of the camp defense. Then, a sudden change occurred.

"Artillery..."

"Wu Dynasty artillery?"

In the moments after realizing this concept, before they could generate more doubts, they heard horns coming from the wind and snow. The air trembled, and an ominous meaning was rising. The feeling that they were not fighting with the people of the Wu Dynasty, which had been accumulating since the beginning of the war, was becoming clear and intense.

"Call the cavalry to respond—"

"No! Retreat! Retreat quickly—"

The two generals almost simultaneously issued different orders at the moment they saw the black-armored heavy cavalry—

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Since the Jurchens went south, it had become common for the Wu Dynasty army to be defeated and flee in front of the Jurchen army. This countless series of battles that stretched on almost without exception. Even in the face of the Ever-Victorious Army, there were only a few who could maneuver and resist. Under such an atmosphere, an hour after the Battle of Xia Village finally broke out, the elm cannons began to inflict line-like pain, followed by the heavy cavalry attack that accepted the advice of the young general named Yue Pengju.

During the process of building the defenses for Xia Village,

The woodland far from the outer wall had been flattened, basically an arrow's distance had been cleared. Among them, half of the land was left with wooden stakes, and only the half that was not too spacious was truly suitable for warhorses to run.

The elm cannons fired from different directions towards the direction the Mutiny Army was charging, drawing a landing point about a zhang wide and more than ten zhang long. Due to the limited power of the shells, the people in it would certainly not all die. In fact, the total number in the middle did not reach fifty or sixty people. However, when the cannon fire stopped, blood, meat, black ash, white steam, various colors mixed together, wounded soldiers, mutilated limbs, bloody bodies, and crazy screams... When these things were reflected in everyone's eyes, in this area, the shock troops almost stopped involuntarily.

On the side, more than a hundred heavy cavalry charged down, and in that slightly low-lying place, nearly eight hundred Mutiny Army elites faced the wooden wall, where a forest of shields was rising.

Some mid-level generals of the Mutiny Army began to order people to charge to stop the heavy cavalry. However, explosions rang out again on their charging route. By the time the order to retreat from the camp came, it was too late, and the heavy cavalry were blocking their way.

The last part of the people were still trying to escape back—a few people escaped—but then the heavy cavalry had blocked the way like a barrier. They lined up in two rows, wielding guandao blades, and began to advance towards the camp wall like meat grinders.

The massacre began.

The Mutiny Army's cavalry dared not come over. In such explosions, several horses were startled when they approached. Long-range arrows were meaningless against heavy cavalry, and would only kill their own people.

In this moment, facing the sudden raid from Xia Village, the nearly eight hundred Mutiny Army soldiers outside this section of the camp wall on the east side were like being trapped in a weng city. Among them were many good soldiers and lower-level generals. When the heavy cavalry rolled over, General Pu Hai was the highest-ranking officer here. He tried to form a spear formation to resist, but it was meaningless. On the camp wall behind, archers condescendingly shot down the crowd below with a rain of arrows. Soon after, he died with an arrow in his back.

More people chose their own ways, responding blankly to all this. Some people still tried to launch an attack upwards, but in the reinforced defenses above, trying to break through the shield wall and the long spears and swords behind in a short time was still a pipe dream.

The crowds trying to flee to both sides were shot by more archers. Some Mutiny Army soldiers tried to surrender, but they were subsequently crushed by heavy cavalry.

This sudden scene shocked everyone. The Mutiny Army soldiers in other directions all ran away after receiving the retreat order—in fact, even in high-intensity battles, in such a charge, the soldiers shot by arrows were not many. Most people rushed to the wooden wall, and if they did not rush into the wall to fight hand-to-hand, they would still survive in large numbers—but during this period, the surrounding area had become quiet, only this low-lying area was boiling for a while.

For the soldiers, that was the most tragic result, unable to go up, unable to come down, unable to escape, unable to surrender.

The Mutiny Army soldiers were massacred.

Far away, Zhang Linghui and Liu Shunren watched all this—they could only watch. Even if they invested ten thousand people, they could not keep this heavy cavalry. The opponent charged, killed, and returned, and they could only suffer more casualties—the entire Ever-Victorious Army was watching all this. When the last scream disappeared in the wind and snow, the low-lying area and the snow slope were covered with corpses and blood flowed like a river. Then the heavy cavalry dismounted, the shields on the camp wall were lowered, and a long row of archers was still aiming at the corpses below, preventing anyone from playing dead.

"Damn it, f*** his ancestors!" Zhang Linghui clenched his fists, his veins bulging, watching all this, his fists already trembling, "What kind of people are these..."

Before this, they had dealt with the Wu Dynasty many times. They knew clearly about the ugly behavior of those officials and the corruption of the army. It was because of this that they abandoned the Wu Dynasty and surrendered to the Jurchens. When had they ever seen a figure in the Wu Dynasty who could do such a thing...

"Cut off their heads and throw them back!" On the wooden wall, Yue Fei, who was responsible for this attack, gave the order, filled with killing intent. "Next, let them attack by stepping on human heads!"

He never showed mercy to the enemy.

The heavy cavalry cut off the heads and threw them towards the direction of the Mutiny Army. The heads flew through the air and landed on the snow.

On the more distant foothills, someone watched all this, watching the Mutiny Army members being slaughtered like pigs and dogs, watching those heads being thrown out one by one, trembling all over.

...So simple.

"Eat!" On a watchtower in the valley, Ning Yi clapped his hands and said.

This was the beginning of the Battle of Xia Village.

Soon after, the entire valley was boiling for this first victory...

Zhang and Liu temporarily withdrew their troops, and quickly manufactured simple siege equipment that could be used to attack the camp. On the other hand, scouts were crossing the snowy plains, informing Guo Yaoshi of the results of the battle...

...and Wanyan Zongwang.