Chapter 40, Revenge of Prisoners of War In the slave camp on the outskirts of Huining City, piles of bonfires were lit, and a plume of smoke rose.
Seeing the Song Dynasty prisoners of war who were kidnapped by the Jin soldiers and made into slaves, each one of them was cold, hungry, and miserable.
Han Shizhong and other Song Imperial Guards who came from afar could not help but feel deep pity for these colleagues, and hurriedly lit the fire before them.
The felled wood was used for the fire.
The Jurchens planned to use the wood to build the palace.
Naturally, the slaves were not allowed to burn it casually for warmth and wanted to make some food so that they could have some strength.
As for the Khitans, Bohai people, Xi people and even the Koreans who were captured together, they naturally benefited from it.
It's just that Han Shizhong and others searched through the slave camp and couldn't find any decent food.
And they themselves went out after having a good meal in Doraemon's underground hideout, and they didn't bring much dry food with them.
Therefore, Han Shizhong had to make do with the rations originally prepared by the Jurchens for these slaves, and cooked several pots of coarse wheat porridge with a strange smell that was mixed with horse feed.
He also found some black bean cakes that looked like they were used to feed horses.
Distribute it to them However, these pig food, which is absolutely difficult for normal people to swallow, are still eaten with gusto by the slaves who rarely have the opportunity to eat.
Even those who are weak and sick have to move to the porridge bucket.
I would rather die than miss this rare meal.
Some people who are not afraid of the heat even raise their heads and pour a large bowl of rancid-smelling hot porridge down their throats, just hoping to get a chance to drink a second bowl.
At the same time, Doraemon, the robot cat, was running around carrying an automatic medical kit to treat prisoners of war who were seriously ill.
Of course, as an old acquaintance of the "Pohan Five", Liu Sheng enjoyed special treatment and was able to share with Han Shizhong the small amount of biscuits and candies he brought with him.
Wang Qiu temporarily purchased emergency rations from the small supermarket diagonally opposite his home, while listening to Han Shizhong He spat and talked about his adventures on this trip north.
Unfortunately, according to the simple world view of a Song Dynasty person, Liu Sheng did not believe a word of Han Shizhong's rhetoric.
"My dear, you said that the 200,000 gold soldiers who went south have been destroyed outside Bianliang City, but you actually flew here from the sky."
Liu Sheng wolfed down the sweet milk biscuits and muttered, "Who in the world would believe such absurd nonsense?
You just said that you pretended to join the Jin people, and then took advantage of these The Jurchen Tatars are unprepared and are raising flags and revolting near their capital.
It is better than the lies just now.
But your dessert fruit is quite delicious.
I have never seen it in my life.
Did you buy it from Bianjing?"
"Oh, why can't I make sense with you, an ignorant guy like you?"
Han Shizhong sighed depressedly, "Forget it, if I don't care about you, you can just eat in peace here.
Wait until later.
When Master Erhuguo, Yue Pengju and the others captured the Emperor of Jin and sacrificed him to the palace that day, you will not believe it."
As he said this, he looked up at Huining City, and then saw billowing black smoke rising from the city, and heard various shouts shaking the sky.
"Hey, Yue Pengju's side seems to be playing poorly."
The hot air was sucked into the lungs, causing bursts of pain; smoke and fog blocked most of the vision, making people dizzy.
In the Jin Kingdom's palace shrouded in fire and smoke, the Song army determined to revenge and the Jurchens defending their homeland started a deadly struggle.
In fact, if it were summer or the south, after being covered with anesthetic gas for several consecutive hours, the unsuspecting capital of Ningcheng, the capital of the Great Jin Kingdom, would have turned into a silent city with no humans and animals.
But the problem is that this is the bitterly cold land of Saibei, and it is now experiencing nine winters where dripping water turns into ice.
In order to prevent the heat from dissipating, the residents in Huining City will close their doors and windows tightly when they go to sleep, and they also use hay, fur and other things.
They plugged up the gaps between the window frames and walls to prevent them from being woken up by the cold wind in the middle of the night.
This invisibly acted as a three-defense fortification, preventing this carefully planned gas war from fully taking effect.
By the time Yue Fei and others rode into the city, at least a quarter of the 20,000 to 30,000 Jurchens in the city had not been penetrated by the anesthetic gas because they were in a tightly sealed space.
Of course, it was also because the doors and windows were closed that they, who were sleeping in the house, could not hear the noise outside in time and could not intercept the surprise attack of the Song Army cavalry.
However, when Yue Fei and the others caused an uproar in the palace and several guards and maids escaped from the back door, the whole Huining City was suddenly awakened.
And the Jurchens of this era are worthy of being a fighting nation.
When they suddenly learned that a foreign enemy had invaded the capital and entered the palace, their first reaction was not to flee in all directions, nor to shrink into the cellar and tremble, but to pick up knives and Mace, fight these daring enemies As a result, more than a hundred Song soldiers who successfully raided the Jin Kingdom's palace were suddenly surrounded by thousands of Jurchens.
Fortunately, Yue Fei and the others are accompanied by Wang Qiu and Guo Jing, and they have powerful weapons beyond the times to help them.
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"Da da da da da da" Wang Qiu and Guo Jing worked together to operate a heavy machine gun that continuously spit out tongues of fire, firmly blocking the main entrance of the palace and the square in front of the palace.
The Jurchens who had previously poured into the palace in a chaotic manner were instantly mopped down by machine gun bullets.
Corpses littered the fields like fallen wheat.
The thick blood flowed slowly on the snowy streets and squares, dyeing the snow with a dazzling blood color.
Although such a tragic death temporarily deterred the Jurchens from counterattacking from the main entrance, it could not stop them from harassing and sneaking attacks from other directions.
Arrows and spears flying from all tricky corners outside the palace wall continued to attack those who were unprepared.
The Song soldiers shot him down on the snow.
At the same time, some brave and powerful people climbed over the wall and entered the palace, while other skinny people chose to sneak in through dog holes or climb into sewers, and then fought together with the Song army soldiers trapped in the palace, which greatly reduced the number of people.
The Song Army, which was already at a disadvantage, became increasingly stretched.
If it could block this side, it could not prevent it from the other side.
With a loud bang, a side door was knocked open by the Jurchens outside, and a group of Jurchen warriors took the opportunity to swarm in.
"Whoa, ah, ah, that thief, come and die quickly."
At the forefront of the Jin army's commando team was a tall, eight-foot-tall man.
He raised his mace with a grin on a Song soldier who was frightened and fell, and was about to smash the opponent's Tianling Cap into red.
But he raised the mace, but he couldn't swing it anymore because a sharp long arrow flew from nowhere and pierced his ribs like lightning, sinking deep into his ribs, leaving only the tail.
Wandering slightly outside.
The few Jurchens who were following them couldn't help but paused and turned to look in the direction where the long arrow flew.
They saw an officer holding a giant bow and wearing iron armor, showing them a contemptuous sneer, and pulled his hands again.
He opened his long bow, and a sharp arrow came out of the string, hitting a man in the throat again.
Then the third arrow came.
The Jurchen warrior who was facing him saw only a cold star as fast as lightning.
He immediately knew something was not right.
He quickly used his spear and finally managed to deflect the arrow that had already flown in front of him.
The long arrow in front of the door made his arm hurt slightly from the shock.
However, before they could react, the Song Army's sharpshooter on the opposite side continued to fire his bow.
The bowstrings sounded like a pipa tune, playing the melody of death.
Wherever the long arrow landed, there were flowers of blood.
Even though these Jurchen warriors raised their shields to block, or waved their spears and sabers to fire arrows, several people were still dead or injured.
The Jurchens who were cowering behind were also startled and broke into a cold sweat, but they also felt a surge of hostility in their hearts.
They shouted "Kill him" one after another, and at the same time they swarmed forward menacingly, as if they were trying to win by relying on more.
"Well done" The Song Army's marksman saw this, but he was not afraid.
He also shouted loudly, picked up the eight-foot-long gun and was about to fight.
But before the fight could begin, a ray of orange fire roared from the side and behind.
Finally, accompanied by blazing fire and deafening roars, the group of Jurchen warriors were blown to pieces, with their skin and bones rotten and their flesh and blood flying everywhere.
Then another RPG hit them head on.
The most fierce Jurchens at the front seemed to have been whipped out of thin air by invisible long whips, and they were knocked to the ground with blood spurting all over their bodies.
There were also countless tiny steel balls and sharp prefabricated fragments, flying ferociously in the air, and in an instant, at least a dozen Jurchen warriors were tied into a sieve.
Yue Fei, who was also on the edge of the explosion range, raised his arm covered with iron armor to protect his head and face, while looking back at Wang Qiu with a look of despair at Wang Qiu holding an RG rocket launcher.
For him who is good at martial arts, these endless and easy-to-use "immortal firearms" have simply subverted his understanding of war, and also made him feel that the value of martial arts is shrinking rapidly.
Just when he was thinking wildly, Wang Qiu suddenly showed a surprised look and repeatedly gestured to him to warn him.
But the brave Yue Fei, who was an expert in art, didn't even look back.
He just pushed back the big gun in his hand, easily deflected the sword of the Jurchen who was sneaking behind him, and took advantage of the situation to hit him directly in the face.
In the flash of lightning, and with the sound of weapons clashing, the Jurchen who raised a knife to attack Yue Fei from behind was stabbed in the neck, and a mist of blood suddenly burst out from the back of his neck.
Goodbye, Yue Fei vibrated the gun barrel hard, causing the gun body to come out, and a head flew upwards.
"Commander Yue is so good at martial arts, he is indeed an enemy of ten thousand people."
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Looking at the corpses everywhere, Wang Qiu couldn't help shouting.
Yue Fei smiled faintly, raised his big gun again and swept left and right, naming the Jurchen warriors who were seriously injured but not dead, and in the blink of an eye he gained five or six more victories.
The remaining Jurchens who rushed into the palace were so frightened that they shouted, turned around and fled.
However, Yue Fei was chasing after him with a big gun, like a rabbit rising and a falcon falling.
In just a few breaths, he poked them all over.
Wang Qiu took the opportunity to pass through the side door, and fired another RG rocket, which plunged into the crowd outside.
The inside exploded, immediately causing the Jurchens to pee, and for a while they no longer dared to rush in and die.
But this does not mean that the Song army has turned the corner.
The next moment, the sound of bow strings was heard as tightly as rain.
A wave of bows and arrows flew out from outside the palace wall, killing two Song soldiers who tried to block the side door.
Almost shot like a hedgehog.
Immediately afterwards, a lot of lit firewood was thrown in through the palace wall, and puffs of choking smoke came out.
It seemed that they would rather burn the palace together than smoke out the Song army like rats.
In this regard, the helpless Song Army had to fight fiercely while putting out the fire.
They were so busy that they couldn't breathe for a moment.
I wanted to break out several times, but looking at the huge crowds of people outside, I didn't dare to leave the protection of the palace wall, so I could only continue to struggle in the sea of enemies.
What's even more terrible is that as time goes by, more and more Jurchen soldiers and civilians get rid of the effects of anesthesia and regain consciousness.
As soon as they heard the loud shouts of killing in the city, they took out their weapons from the house and staggered to join the battle, thus putting greater pressure on the weak Song army.
With a swishing sound that ripped through the air, another wave of arrows rained down from the sky.
Wang Qiu quickly rolled over to avoid it, but accidentally fell into a dry pond.
When he wanted to get up, he was hit by his left arm again.
The severe pain caused him to grin, and his mouth was filled with a disgusting smell of rust.
He was weakly half-kneeling by the pond, panting, when he suddenly discovered that the heavy machine gun blocking the main entrance had stopped shooting at some point. .
"Professor Guo, why don't you shoot?
Are you out of bullets?"
"There are still a lot of bullets, but the barrel is so hot that it can't be fired anymore.
Do you have a spare barrel?"
Wang Qiu sighed, waved his hand, took out an AK47 assault rifle from the storage space, and then handed it to Guo Jing staggeringly, "I don't have a spare barrel.
Use this to push it.
I'll shoot a few rockets first."
Zhuangzhuang, you are so trusting this time that you didn't act together with Doraemon, which puts you in a dilemma.
You must take this as a warning in the future."
He put the rg on his shoulder and muttered.
However, as the saying goes, there is no end to the road.
Just as the more than a hundred Song soldiers trapped in the Jin Kingdom Palace were exhausted from the overwhelming siege of the Jurchens and were about to lose their strength, a sudden shock came from the distance.
The sky screamed, and the Jurchens' offensive also weakened.
The confused Wang Qiu immediately ran to a two-story pavilion, took out his binoculars and climbed up to look down.
He was shocked: he saw a large, dark crowd slowly pouring into Huining City from the suburbs.
It looked like it was probably the suburbs.
Those slaves were freed.
Of course, it would be a bit of a stretch to say that this group of improvised slaves is an army, because there are men, women, and children in this group of guys.
They are all in ragged clothes, with sallow faces and thin eyes, and they look like zombies with cloudy eyes.
And the weapons in their hands are also very crude.
Only a few of them hold swords and spears obtained from unknown places, while most of them hold hoes, shovels, and wood-cutting axes.
The worst ones only have wood.
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Sticks and stones.
What's even more terrible is that they only know that under the guidance of a few Song Army flag-bearers, they surge forward in a chaotic manner.
There is no queue or organization at all, and they even step on and trip over each other from time to time.
No matter how you look at it, they are all in the rabble. of rabble.
However, no matter how unorganized, undisciplined, and unequipped these armed slaves are, the sheer number of them filling the field of view and filling the streets is enough to make people hold their breath.
As the saying goes, "Soldiers and Horses" Over 10,000, boundless.”
For Huining, a small city, these more than 30,000 rebel slaves were enough to completely submerge and bloodbath it.
Wang Qiu glanced out from the attic in the palace.
His field of vision was filled with all kinds of moving heads, but he could not see the end of the crowd.
Relying on their absolute numerical superiority and their deep-seated hatred, these rebel slaves who were incited to resentment stormed into Huining City aggressively, slashing wildly at every moving object they could see.
They attacked the Song army inside and outside the palace and easily turned the tide of the battle.
The Jurchens who had gathered temporarily in the city were originally demoralized because they could not attack the palace for a long time.
When encountering such changes, they became even more confused and ran away in fear.
They shouted in fear, turned around and ran away, and then ran away.
The back slashed on the snow.
As the palace was liberated, the Jurchens' desperate struggle finally failed, and the end of Huining City was about to begin.
In the midst of the noisy killing, Wang Qiu and the others vaguely heard Han Shizhong shouting energetically with a loudspeaker: "Master Pengju, brother of the National Preceptor, please don't rush me.
Han Wu is coming with reinforcements."
What follows next is naturally the rhythm of counterattack and plundering oshow7: