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The battlefield is complex and ever-changing. Although there are certain countermeasures, they are only general principles. Applying these principles flexibly to specific situations is extremely difficult. Inferior generals often only know how to form ranks: infantry meet cavalry, use dense spearmen; archers shoot arrows, raise shields. Medium-grade generals understand why these actions are taken, comprehend most of the changes, and know why these changes occur. Thus, they know in what circumstances infantry can charge against cavalry, how spearmen can counter dense arrow fire...

Like a person's growth, in youth, people always seek the absolute truth of the world, believing that understanding a principle, a meaningful saying, will guide their lives. But in reality, human growth doesn't occur in this way. You can find countless seemingly reasonable sayings, and for each one, there exists an equally meaningful saying with the opposite meaning.

Then people begin to look at the experiences and environments behind those who spoke those words. When they can finally empathize and understand why the predecessors said what they said, wisdom is truly passed down. Only when learners can understand the core of many people's thinking, and thus compare and extrapolate, can they possess the ability to think independently, breaking free from the state of merely parroting famous quotes...

That's how it's said in theory.

In most cases, conventional wisdom still has power. Especially in the battlefields of this era, where the strength and morale of the opposing sides often differ greatly, many battlefield situations are basically just a crushing. If combined with some troop-type advantages, it often leads to a good situation.

Most things in the world are mediocre, like in later generations. There are plenty of people who only know how to recite famous quotes and platitudes, or can't even recite them, and still manage to live and even feel good about it. But above that, those who put in ten times the effort with direction, purpose, and discernment, absorb and reference the wisdom of others, and ultimately form their own logical system, can cope with all novel situations. And frankly, those who can truly stand at the high levels of society, aside from the privileged few, all possess a complete self-logical system, without exception.

The Battle of the Chaobai River initially required only the skilled application of military tactics. But the Battle of Xia Village this time, in a sense, was a test of wisdom.

After the barrage of Elmwood cannons, the reaping of arrows, and the trampling of heavy cavalry, Zhang Linghui and Liu Shunren were able to organize repeated long-range attacks, which shows their competence as generals. But that's all. If they just keep fighting like this, their ten thousand men won't be enough to waste in Xia Village. Especially under the threat of artillery and heavy cavalry, with a disadvantage in numbers and potentially flagging morale, a direct assault would likely result in their annihilation.

It was Guo Yaoshi's swift arrival that changed this situation. On December 3rd, his sudden strike truly demonstrated his qualities as a famous general. He quickly recognized the limitations of firearms, using rockets for suppression, and then having the charging soldiers spread out. Only when they reached the wooden walls did they launch a strong attack, retreating immediately if one round didn't work. In a short time, this caused the Xia Village side to be somewhat overwhelmed and flustered.

But no one's war wisdom is specifically for dealing with things outside of the norm. When the Xia Village defenders adjusted the placement and firing of the Elmwood cannons, the firing of the cannons, especially the volley fire while the Resentment Army was besieging, still had a significant impact on the enemy's morale due to the intense sound and light effects. Guo Yaoshi's repeated strong attacks, even with rocket suppression, were still brutally scattered by the Xia Village Elmwood cannons firing at opportune moments.

He then changed his strategy, starting a large-scale single-point breakthrough on the east wall, choosing the same location where eight hundred men had been killed before.

To lure the attacking army to choose this as a breakthrough point, the defenses around this section of the wall were deliberately weakened. However, with the gathering of thirty thousand troops, Guo Yaoshi no longer needed to consider the threat of the hundred-odd heavy cavalry, and this became a true breakthrough point.

On the afternoon of December 4th, a large number of Changsheng Army soldiers were truly stepping on the heads and corpses of their comrades to attack. The surrounding walls also began to suffer from waves of rocket attacks. The Xia Village defenders returned fire with arrows. By the time the attack was most intense in the evening, the side gate on the upper section of the wall suddenly opened, and a hundred-odd heavy cavalry lined up neatly. A moment later, twenty-odd Elmwood cannons fired simultaneously from the south side of the wall. A large number of arrows coordinated, launching a counterattack against the attacking army. But the heavy cavalry was just a feint and soon closed the gate and returned.

After that, the two sides were constantly engaged in a battle of wits. The Changsheng Army soldiers were indeed stronger than the Xia Village defenders, and their numbers were as high as thirty-six thousand, which was a huge advantage. But relatively speaking, in terms of tactical variations, influenced by the north, Guo Yaoshi's strengths were mainly in being solid rather than versatile.

On the Xia Village side, due to the flourishing literary style of the Wu Dynasty, various military books were also rampant, and these books were often not useless. Once understood, one could always integrate some of the thinkers' thought systems. Qin Shaoqian, although crude, was actually considered a Confucian general. Influenced by his father, he was also well-read in military books and did not stick to conventional tactics. But in the past, no matter how flexible the tactics, if the soldiers under his command couldn't use them, it was all nonsense. This time in Xia Village, the situation was quite different.

A large number of truly capable soldiers replaced the previously bloated and ineffective Wu Rui Camp system, combined with flexible support from the Elmwood cannons within a solid defensive arrangement. Even though the strength of individual soldiers was slightly inferior to the Resentment Army soldiers, he still exerted his lifelong learning on this battlefield for the first time. Repeated counterattacks, support, predictions of battlefield situations, and the use of strategies made Xia Village's defense like an unbreakable iron prison. Guo Yaoshi was indeed severely chipped when he pounced on it.

Like Guo Yaoshi's emotions when fighting Zong Wang at the Chaobai River, being able to let loose on the battlefield and have a hearty battle with these heroes of the world, especially under the premise that he had always been constrained and never been untied, Qin Shaoqian felt unspeakable joy in his chest after several major battles. However, in such a battle situation, both sides were also accumulating immense pressure in their hearts.

The situation in the capital was precarious. While the Battle of Bianliang continued, the Battle of Xia Village, which came as a surprise to many, was bound to have a huge impact on the situation in the capital. And even though this battle seemed tragic from the beginning, if it were to end, it would never be with one side fighting to the last man.

Guo Yaoshi was, after all, a defector. The strength of the Resentment Army itself was his foundation. His decisive actions and all-out attack on Xia Village were the way of a general, but there was bound to be a psychological expectation of losses that he couldn't afford. For Qin Shaoqian, Ning Yi, and others, what they were waiting for was such a psychological expectation. On this battlefield, once Guo Yaoshi's troops were defeated, no matter how strong Zong Wang was, he might have to withdraw and seek peace.

On Guo Yaoshi's side, the defenders of Xia Village were stronger than many of the Wu Dynasty's troops, but they were, after all, just Wu Dynasty troops. This army would also have a psychological expectation of losses. Once the intensity of the battle truly crossed the line, the army would definitely collapse. And once it collapsed and chaos began, Xia Village would face slaughter and crushing.

Both sides were waiting for the other's breaking point to appear.

But this time, both sides seemed to be more tenacious than imagined.

On December 5th, the first Elmwood cannon exploded during firing on the battlefield. Guo Yaoshi launched an even larger-scale series of attacks, using more attrition to squeeze the firing limit of the Elmwood cannons. Due to the sudden accident, the Xia Village side had to reduce the use of the Elmwood cannons, and for a time, the battle began to tilt towards the Resentment Army.

On December 6th, the Resentment Army first broke into the camp wall. Yue Fei led elite troops to join the battle, and also had a hundred-odd heavy cavalry dismount, using the advantage of their iron armor to slaughter the Jurchen soldiers who had broken into the camp defense.

On December 7th, Ning Yi and others had already begun to run on the battlefield...

At this time, the defense system of Xia Village was basically divided into five sections. According to the Wu Dynasty's custom, they were Sections A, B, C, D, and the central main gate. Section A of the camp wall had over two thousand men under Liu Chengzong. The defending general of Section B of the camp wall was named Pang Liuan, with three thousand five hundred men under his command. Mao Yishan and his superior Xu Lingming were also on this section of the camp wall. Li Yi led two thousand men in the central section. In addition, He Zhicheng led three thousand men, and Sun Ye led two thousand men, responsible for Sections C and D respectively.

The casualty rate of these thirteen thousand men had reached two to three percent by December 8th. Especially the east wall defended by He Zhicheng, which was heavily attacked, may have had more than one-third of its men killed or seriously wounded and withdrawn from the battle on this day. This was also the reason why Ning Yi complained after the camp wall was breached. At this time, the reserves and fresh troops had basically been投入进来. On the southeast side, almost all the remaining viable forces that could be squeezed out had also gathered here.

And there were some things that couldn't be accurately estimated, but Ning Yi and others had some guesses. The casualties of the Resentment Army had also reached nearly two percent at this time, with more than six thousand men killed or seriously wounded and unable to participate in the battle. Guo Yaoshi's heartache was conceivable, but how much he was willing to pay for this victory was still unclear.

"What other tricks do you have, use them..."

Looking at the fierce fighting at the breach in the distant camp wall from the edge of the battlefield, Guo Yaoshi almost unconsciously muttered this sentence. In the battle circle inside the camp wall, Ning Yi, listening to the earth-shattering shouts of killing, looked at a figure on the distant watchtower and finally gritted his teeth: "It's time." He took out a firework signal arrow from his chest.

At this time, Hong Ti had already charged forward. An arrow passed through the crowd and shot towards Ning Yi with a whoosh. Then a figure came over and crashed into Ning Yi's side...

With a whoosh, far away, Guo Yaoshi, Zhang Linghui, and others watched a pillar of light rise into the sky. Their scalps went numb, and Zhang Linghui immediately said: "Have them withdraw!"

Guo Yaoshi waved his hand violently: "Archers press up! Cavalry press up! Strong attack to meet them –"

He did not issue an order to retreat, but of course, this reaction was ultimately too late. Just outside the breach in the camp wall, a tremor suddenly came from underground, and heat waves and light rolled through the ground, as if the soil had been boiled – that was a range of land more than ten feet wide and several tens of feet long, now crowded with people rushing in.

The explosion sent blood, soil, and limbs flying into the sky, forming a tragic curtain like a barrier. Caltrops flew in all directions with minced meat. This was the effect of a landmine array arranged in three rows outside the breach exploding simultaneously. They had been quietly buried underground for several days, and Ning Yi and others had been worried that their fuses might fail, but fortunately, the research on firearms during this period had finally yielded results.

This sudden explosion caused twenty or thirty casualties on the battlefield, but most importantly, it blocked the retreat of the attackers who had entered the defense circle. When the huge explosion rang out and the nearly two hundred soldiers who had rushed into the breach in the camp wall looked back, the raised soil and blood plasma were like a high curtain, cutting off their connection with their comrades.

Even if it was only for a moment, the psychological pressure created was enough.

Guo Yaoshi watched all this from afar, his face trembling. Zhang Linghui was already dumbfounded.

"Kill them..." Inside the camp wall, Ning Yi was half-covered in blood, his face fierce, supporting a warrior who was also half-covered in blood, raising his knife and shouting: "Kill them, kill them, kill them –"

Under the sky, the light of knives and waves of blood rushed over...

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Bianliang City, the time was already approaching evening. This afternoon, because an attack was launched at the wrong time, the Jurchens were blocked and did not launch another attack. For the defenders of Bianliang, it was time to clean up the battlefield.

Several regular defense forces were still defending the city walls. Some conscripted soldiers walked onto the walls to carry corpses. Occasionally someone spoke or shouted loudly. Other than that, the sound of screams was the mainstream on the city walls. These sounds came from the wounded, as not everyone could endure the pain.

Crying could be hidden in deserted places.

The logistics unit responsible for supplies had already brought up porridge and steamed buns early on. Some were sent to the city walls, and some were distributed in fixed locations. The carts for transporting corpses were parked at the edge of the city walls, one after another, moving back and forth as carefully as possible.

Not very far from the city walls, on the side of the wounded soldier camp, the platform had already been set up, and torches were lit. Many soldiers had gathered here. There were many wounded soldiers, and there were also those with tired faces holding steamed buns and porridge, who found a place to sit nearby.

Although it was wartime, many things near the city walls were controlled, but the situation here was slightly looser, perhaps with the approval of senior military officers. As ordinary people, if they could really walk in here, what they would see would mostly seem chaotic and noisy. At this time, several figures walked towards this place. Because they were wearing the uniforms of military generals' guards and had not done anything out of line, no one stopped them.

The leader walked steadily, with a resolute face and a dignified bearing. As he walked, he looked at the surrounding situation, occasionally nodding, or whispering a few words to those accompanying him.

If there were any senior military officers here who recognized his identity, their first reaction would probably be to kneel.

"Du Chengxi, I know your worries, but put your thoughts away. These days, the Jurchens have stopped attacking at nightfall. I...I have thought carefully before coming. I just want to take a look. Look at those wounded soldiers... I don't want to publicize it. I just want to see it and have an idea in my heart, that's all."

The person who had quietly changed his clothes and come here was Emperor Jinghan, Zhou Zhe. With his grasp of power, once he was determined to come and see, Du Chengxi couldn't stop him. In a sense, wanting to come and see this battlefield, not wanting to publicize it, was precisely because Zhou Zhe wanted to remember the figures of these heroic men in his heart. Although he was usually pampered, he didn't feel uncomfortable when he smelled the bloody smell or even saw various bloody scenes at this time. At most, he would occasionally frown.

As someone standing at the pinnacle, his mood would not be frightened by a little blood, even if it was the first time he had seen such a serious scene. This was still the quality of an emperor.

"But... what are they doing setting up a platform next to the wounded soldier camp? Is there going to be a play?"

"This servant thinks, could it be that some official wants to speak, but it doesn't seem like it..." Du Chengxi looked around, "This servant will go and ask."

Du Chengxi trotted forward, and Zhou Zhe went straight to the crowd. At this time, there was still a noisy sound in the crowd. After a while, Du Chengxi ran back and found Zhou Zhe and others in the crowd.

"L... Lord Gongzi, it's the girls from Fanlou who are going to perform for them to thank them for their hard work. It seems that Miss Shishi is among them..."

"Performance? That's really childish." Zhou Zhe frowned and said in a low voice, "During a dangerous war, find prostitutes to perform by the city walls? Who decided this..."

He hadn't thought that he would see this kind of thing when he came here. At this time, someone was banging a gong on the platform. Almost instantly, the surrounding area became mostly quiet. Someone shouted: "Don't make noise! Don't make noise! Miss Shishi is here!"

"Should we let Miss Shishi rest for a while..."

"Don't make noise –"

In these sounds, the surrounding finally quieted down. Zhou Zhe frowned again with his hands behind his back: "Let Miss Shishi rest, she's not receiving guests..." Because the platform was simple, it was also easy for people to go up. Zhou Zhe saw a woman with ordinary appearance and clothes going up, she seemed to have just finished something, her hair was a little messy, but her clothes were simple, it seemed she had just changed them not long ago, holding a guzheng. The woman put down the guzheng and bowed.

"Hello everyone, brothers, I am Li Shishi. I just ran over after finishing my work, so I might be a little out of it. Please forgive me, everyone. I've washed my face." The woman smiled, and everyone laughed... Her voice was not bad, but most of the women in Fanlou would not use such words to greet others.

Zhou Zhe walked forward, wearing a military uniform, so others didn't dare to stop him. He heard the woman say: "Actually, I don't really know what you all want to see. I originally wanted to do somersaults, but I don't have much energy anymore. Well, I won't talk nonsense, I'll play the qin for everyone first."

"It's clearly a zheng." Zhou Zhe said in a low voice, "However, the sound of the zheng is clear and bright, which fits the atmosphere of the battlefield. I want to hear how she plays... it's really a farce."

On the wooden platform, the woman sat down. She first turned her head to look at the side, and then breathed a sigh of relief, and then dropped her fingers.

The first sound rang out, and Zhou Zhe slightly raised his head and pursed his lips.

"The Song of Prince Lan Ling Entering the Battle."

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