Dead and Alive(5b)

Speed determines life and death, riding on Mongolian horseback, the deputy marshal of the Ping Song Dynasty thought feverishly. The muffled sound of artillery bombardment in his ears had made it impossible for him to keep his composure, and the broken army was firing artillery, each time it was hundreds of shells. The moment the cavalry under his command rushed into the gun emplacement, the lives of hundreds of Mongol men were saved.

The valley path sandwiched between the two hills is not very wide, the terrain is a little undulating, and the soil is a little soft. But the Arakhan had no time to think about this, the advantage of the Mongol horse was that it could charge on the gentle slopes and sand, and the speed advantage of the Mongol cavalry was the disadvantage of the captive army.

The short valley was quickly swept by the war horses, and the sparse woods at the mouth of the valley could already be seen in the distance. It was the smoke characteristic of the cannonballs, and Arhan drew his scimitar and pointed it in the direction of the smoke.

"Left front, ah!" Without shouting a word, the mount under his crotch suddenly weakened and threw Arakhan out. The guards hurriedly lifted the reins, jumped over the place where Arakhan had fallen, and then stepped on the stirrups, jumped down, and protected Arakhan.

The follow-up soldiers pulled the reins one after another and blocked the wall with their bodies behind Arakhan. Several Mongolian warriors who could not react slammed into their own soldiers, and both sides broke their tendons.

The whole cavalry team froze for a moment, and then a thin wind sounded from both sides of the hills, and I don't know how many crossbowmen of the Broken Army stood up from the grass, took their crossbows, and rained down arrows at the Mongol warriors.

The horses neighed, and the men rose. More than a dozen crossbow arrows hit the horse at the same time. Blood fell from the nostrils, mouth, and wounds on the horse's body like a fountain, splashing all over Arakhan's face. In a semi-comatose state, he opened his eyes and saw the soldiers around him clutching their chests and falling down one by one.

Ambush! Arhan realized clearly that he turned over and wanted to sit up, but was pressed by a wounded soldier on the shoulder.

"Lots of people!" The soldier gasped and said, tilting his head and lying on his stomach to die. Lying under his own soldiers, Arakhan heard shouts of killing, which rang out from both sides of the valley one after another.

"It's over!" Arakhan's heart sank to the bottom of his throat. But he quickly judged from the density of his shouts that the number of ambushes was not much greater than that of his own men. Holding back the pain in his limbs to stabilize his mind and find an opportunity, he turned over and jumped up with the corpse of his own soldier on his back, lowered his head, and quickly ran into the chaotic brigade of people. A dozen crossbow arrows followed, shooting at the corpse behind him, leaving a trail of blood in the path he had run.

"Give the horse to the marshal, let the horse!" Some of the generals recognized Arhan and shouted loudly.

A lowly warrior of the lineage of a marshman (a slave who had been captured in early clan warfare) was pushed off his horse, and the vacant horse was given to Arhan. At this moment, Arakhan didn't care whether it was a violation of military discipline to do so, jumped on his horse, and shouted frantically: "The cavalry on both wings dismounted, and fired arrows under the cover of war horses. The scouts turn around and explore the way, each centurion is in a whole team, and the runners are killed! ”

"Kill the runners!" Nearby soldiers shouted Arakhan's order. Several red-eyed low-ranking generals rode their horses to patrol and shot the people and war horses who refused to calm down to the ground.

Soon, the Mongol army regained its composure under the blow. The centurions organized their men to fight back at the sprawling forces in front and on both sides of the hillside, and quickly reported their losses to the Arahan.

Suddenly encountering an ambush, more than 30,000 Northern Yuan cavalry were knocked off their horses. In particular, the cronies who rushed to the front and followed around Arakhan almost all died under the crossbow arrows. Arahan's flag bearer was also shot dead, and even the corpse, the flag, and the horn to contact the army fell into the hands of the ambush soldiers.

But at this moment, the Mongolian warriors who were blocked in the valley were still able to fight, and there were still more than 1,400 people. Calm down, Arakhan wanted to use this more than 1,000 brothers to break through the ambush of hundreds of people in the valley mouth ahead.

While arranging for the good shooters to counterattack the crossbowmen on the hillsides on both sides, Arakhan adjusted the team. The soldiers of the department were worthy of being the elite of the Mongols who fought in the war, and under the adjustment of Arakhan, they quickly formed a prism. With Arakhan's order, more than 100 Mongolian cavalry stabbed out like blades behind Su He, the commander of the thousand commanders.

At this moment, their target was no longer a distant artillery position, but to break through and intercept the soldiers of the Broken Army in front of them. If the soldiers at the mouth of the valley do not break through, even if they fall back, it will be difficult to ensure that the back road will be blocked.

"Team, keep up!" Alakhan gave another order, and in addition to the archers who were shooting at the broken army on the slopes on both sides, the other Mongol warriors rushed to Taniguchi. After calming down from the initial panic, they also found that the so-called ambush soldiers were more than 2,000 people. Fighting this number of Song troops, the Mongols were never defeated.

Looking at the cavalry roaring and rushing not far away, the iron-blooded centurion king honestly raised the command flag high. The soldiers lying in ambush on both sides of the valley immediately turned the turntable made of tree branches, and pulled several thin iron wires, supported by ancient trees on both sides of the valley, to the same height as the horse's head.

Wang honestly smiled, took out the horn he had collected from the enemy's flag officer, and blew it with a whin.

Hearing the sound of the trumpet, he felt insulted, and the Mongolian iron horse suddenly accelerated, rushing up like the wind.

"Look for death!" Wang honestly cursed, led a battalion of broken troops, and slowly retreated.

Arakhan's judgment was good, and only a regiment under Wang Laoshi's command was ambushed here. Ever since the signal flag was raised on Anxi City, he was ordered to run to this position. The accompanying map shows that this is the closest place for enemy cavalry to make a detour. After arriving at the valley mouth, Wang Laoshi, who had experience in battle, immediately divided his troops, and asked the two battalion brothers to ambush on the slopes on both sides, and the rest of the people immediately made traps on the spot to deal with the cavalry.

The trap was halfway made when a flag was raised on the ridge to tell him that the Mongol cavalry was approaching. Wang Laoshi took people to hide, and then took advantage of Ah Rahan's unpreparedness to give the other party a blow to the head.

After the first blow was successful, he used some yin damage tricks one after another. Some were taught to him by Miao Chun, and some were figured out by himself. When the Great Legion fights, these tricks are not worth mentioning. But in the mountains and hills, each of them can put people to death.

Commander Su He blushed and rushed out of the valley screaming. On the way to the gallop, he received two crossbow arrows. But the Luo Huan armor on his body was very thick, and neither of the two crossbow arrows caused him fatal injuries. The feeling of bleeding aroused the beastly nature hidden in him, and he raised his head and let out a wolf howl.

"Ahh The next moment, Su He found that he had fallen off his war horse again. The beloved oolong foal suddenly fell to the ground, a knife cut on his neck, and hot horse blood sprayed all over his body.

"Ah———h The cavalry who followed him fell off their horses one after another, some were crushed under the war horses, and some were even trampled into meat sauce by the cavalry behind them.

One after another the horses fell, and the iron wires hanging from the trees could not support them, and they snapped with a thud. The subsequent cavalry rushed forward a few more paces and became the prey of the other iron lines. Someone finally found out and reined in one after another.

At such a high speed, when it hits such a thin wire, the effect is no different from hitting a blade. No matter how brave the Mongolian warriors were, they would not take the initiative to hit the blade.

The war horse under the crotch was strangled and stood up, let out a long neighing of grief and indignation, and before the four kicks of the war horse hit the ground, dozens of grenades were thrown under the horse's belly.

The sound of explosions continued one after another, and at the mouth of the valley, thick smoke and fire rose one after another. Wang Laoshi took his brothers and slowly pressed around the smoke.

The sound of crossbow arrows sounded again, and all the Mongolian warriors who were blocked in the valley mouth became fire targets, and the soldiers of the Broken Army "named" one by one! ”

Several Mongolian warriors were unwilling to be shot behind the wire, jumped off their horses, and under the leadership of the veteran and the head of the brand (Shichang), they killed the cat. After only a few steps, he stepped on a triangular nail in the sand.

"Ahh The Mongol warriors in front of them held their soles and jumped around like a frightened rabbit. The antics immediately attracted the attention of the Breakers, and several crossbow arrows were fired one after another, and the Mongol warriors clutched their feet and fell into the dust. Seeing this tragic scene, the soldiers behind turned around and retreated, and fled far back to their main position.

Wang Laoshi picked up the horn and blew it non-stop. Arhan was annoyed by him, and organized people to attack the broken army that released cold arrows on both sides of the hillside, but he didn't expect that a dozen Mongolian warriors rushed up the slope before they were knocked down like a rolling gourd. In terms of stature, the Mongolian warriors are much thicker than the soldiers of the Broken Army, but this place is a mountainous area, and the veterans of Baizhangling have practiced all day long how to run and fight in the mountains, and walk on the slopes as steady as walking on the flat ground. The Mongolian man, who was accustomed to riding horses, could not stand firm between the turf and the stones, and could not play three points in his ability.

The sound of the horn became more and more urgent, and Arakhan became more and more angry with the teasing, and several times he charged, but he was driven back by the Broken Army. However, the broken soldiers on both sides of the valley and blocking the mouth of the valley were in good time, slowly eating away at the Mongol warriors in the valley.

Eventually, the scout, who had hurried back, hugged Arahan and told him that the road was not blocked.

The red-eyed Arahan finally understood that the broken army on the opposite side had never planned to annihilate themselves from beginning to end. There are not many broken soldiers and soldiers blocking the road, and even if they are surrounded on all sides and annihilate the 2,000 people under their command, they will have to pay a great price. Therefore, the general of the Broken Army on the other side just wanted to provoke himself.

Provoke himself, and he can drag these Mongol cavalry in the valley. A moment of delay, Ali Hague, who had hopes for the cavalry's sneak attack on the gun position, would have to pay a double price.

Ah Rahan suddenly sobered up, glared at Wang Laoshi fiercely, and retreated.

The remaining Mongol cavalry, less than nine hundred, followed behind Arakhan and roared away, leaving behind the corpses of a man and a horse.

Wang honestly stood at the mouth of the valley and did not give the order to pursue, the tactical goal had been achieved, and he was not willing to pay more to take the risk. Jumping on a rock, looking at the smoke and dust raised by his horse, he raised his horn again.

"Woo-woo-woo-woo", the unique horn sound of the Northland Han Niu echoed among the hills, as if to see off Arakhan.

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