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Wen Tianxiang has rushed to the front line.

The stubbornness of the Jishui people filled his whole body again, and several guards fell to his side one after another, but Wen Tianxiang fought to the death.

He was not willing to fail like this. It is true that there are many loopholes in this battle plan, but the new weapons, the new training, and the new staff methods should not reap the consequences of failure.

"Rush up, fight, and use yourself to lead the whole army." Deep in his heart, a voice kept calling him, making Wen Tianxiang move forward.

A new soldier of the attached army, who was eager to make meritorious service, rushed over with a knife, and the steel knife intersected with the sword in Wen Tianxiang's hand. To the soldier's surprise, the seemingly weak Prime Minister of the Great Song Dynasty actually flipped his wrist and pressed his blade against his blade. Before he could come to his senses, Wen Tianxiang's sword had already pierced his throat.

"Brethren, follow me!" Wen Tianxiang shouted in a voice that was not his own, forgetting the identity of the prime minister. At this moment, he just wanted to rush and kill, rush to kill, and lead his brothers to drive down the Yuan army that killed Shangshanliang.

Zhang Tang led the team to try his best to get closer, but between the two, there were still more than a dozen soldiers of the new annexed army.

Wanyan Jingyuan and Chen Fusong also tried their best to get closer to Wen Tianxiang. The prime minister's position was too high, and as battle-hardened generals, they knew that it was a position that was vulnerable to sneak attacks.

The longbow in the hand of the Mongolian warrior slowly rounded, and the tip of the arrow flashed a little blue in the moonlight. At that moment, he almost saw Rong Hua Fugui smiling at him.

Suddenly, a knife stabbed him in the back and out of his chest. As soon as the bowstring in his hand was loosened, the poisoned arrow that had lost its target shot into the night sky.

"Brethren, there are not as many Tartars as we are! Artillery in front, run! Someone shouted loudly in the night.

The dead soldier of the new annex army who continued to rush forward was stunned and was cut down by the broken army that rushed up. The few new sergeants who followed behind stopped, looked up the hill, looked back again, let out a scream of sudden realization, turned around and rushed down the mountain.

Smoke billowed from the mountains and forests below. There were shouts of killing on all sides, and golden drums sounded on all sides. For a while, I don't know how many broken soldiers were killed from all sides.

All the new annexes began to flee, and the defeat was overwhelming.

The Mongol warriors who oversaw the battle shot down the new annexed soldiers who had taken the lead in the rout, and before they could catch the second arrow, more new annexes rushed down the mountain, taking advantage of the mountain situation, and cut the overseers to the ground with a single sword. Countless pairs of fleeing feet stepped on the Overseer's body, and fled in all directions.

"Set fires, set fires, and watch the wind. Only shouting, not showing your head! The great Confucian Chen Longfu took more than a dozen staff officers and hundreds of villagers to run back and forth in the forest. Every few steps, a bush of dwarf trees is lit. The smoke was so thick that the old man couldn't stop coughing, but after coughing, he straightened up, and the old master's spine was still straight.

"Strike the gong hard, light a few more fires, and go back and give you three taels of silver each, and receive it from me." Chen Longfu shouted loudly, using the simplest way to boost the morale of the villagers.

The simple villagers smiled, and lit more fires in all directions. The wind blew through the forest, as if the former army and horses rushed down from the mountain with torches.

Miao Chun, who was supposed to lead the team to withdraw, took dozens of brothers at the edge of the forest, and kept firing cold arrows at the rout group below the mountain. Aim from the dark to the light, shoot the officers first, then the soldiers, and almost every shot, there is a catch.

"The Tartars are defeated, kill them with me" Zhang Tang jumped out of the trench and led the remaining brothers to kill.

"Our reinforcements have arrived, brothers, don't embarrass the eighteen heroes!" Ximen Biao was not to be left behind, and took the righteous thieves under his command to escort Zhang Tang.

Wu Xizao commanded his two sons to fill the last few shells on the position into the already reddened barrels. The officers pushed away the exhausted gunners and personally pulled the ropes soaked with blood and sweat.

The pulley spun and flint sparkled out a series of sparks.

The gunners on the side of the artillery closed their eyes together and hugged their heads. Although his body trembled, he did not retreat.

"Boom", the expected burst did not occur, and the shells whistled out of the chamber and fell among the Mongol soldiers.

The Mongol soldiers who had assembled to supervise the battle were immediately sent into the air. The new annexed army that had fled was walking on their blood and ran desperately towards the dark distance.

"Page Mi was blown up, run, run!" In the dense forest, the villagers cried loudly imitating the voice of the new annexed army.

Page Tho, who had already been defeated to the point of weakness, opened his mouth to defend himself, and a puff of smoke drifted over, choking his shouts back.

More routs ran past him, caught him, and retreated out of the hill with great brazenness. The Mongol army and the new annexed army fled to the southwest without distinguishing between them. A few clever Mongol warriors pulled up their horses and helped them onto their horses.

All the men and horses scrambled to withdraw from the battlefield, running faster and faster, and finally from a partial rout to a collapse of the whole army, out of control.

Accelerate, accelerate, lifeless acceleration.

The sound of the mount and the breathing of the rider mingled with the sound of the rider's breathing. Sweat trickled down the man's body, dripped, and then mixed with blood and dripped.

Since the invasion of Jiangnan, the Mongol army has often charged and fled at this speed, and whenever the horses spread their hooves, the samurai would let out cheers and harmonize with the horses' hooves.

The Immortal Heaven gave the Mongols all the land under the sun. As for the original owners of those lands, they were worthy only of the Mongols. If they refuse to accept this fate, they will die.

Genghis Khan's descendants marched westward, and with only 20,000 men, swept away the desert and steppes, almost all the way to the sea (Danube) to the west. The kings and warriors from the west lined up to surrender. Once the surrender is slow, what awaits them is a bloody scimitar. Those who are higher than the wheels, kill.

To conquer half of the south of the Yangtze River, Kublai Khan only used 100,000 real Mongol troops. The officers and soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty could confront the Han army and compete with the Tanma Red Army, and when they saw the Mongolian iron cavalry, they were only qualified to flee in a hurry.

The Mongol warriors had no opponent in their eyes and no defeat in their hearts. They are not afraid of death, and life is nothing but a drunken drunken for them

This time, however, there was an exception.

In front of the two armies, it was the Mongol army that fled.

And it is to leave behind the minions, to leave behind the weapons and dignity, and to flee without a life.

More than 1,000 Mongolian warriors and tens of thousands of new annexed troops were driven down from Centipede Ridge by the enemy, who were far less numerous than themselves, and rushed all the way to Jianning.

Coach Page was so remorseful that his heart was bleeding.

3,000 Mongolian warriors and 30,000 new annexed troops were killed by less than 10,000 Song soldiers.

This is simply a big joke, you know, the Great Yuan Emperor Kublai Khan's favorite nine-pit capital Zhang Hongfan, in the army of more than 100,000, the Mongolian warriors are only 5,000.

The self-esteem of the Mongols made it impossible for Pagemi to accept the facts in front of him. Nor can it admit command errors. From the beginning of entering Shao Wu, he has been cautious and cautious. The enemy generals tried to separate the Mongol army from the new annex army by harassment, interception, and provocation, but they were not fooled.

On the contrary, after the battle at Thorn Ridge, Yetmid strengthened the bond between the Mongols and the new annexes.

Page Mi guessed the other party's purpose and took corresponding precautions. Because he is a famous general, and the other party is just a scholar, no matter the combat experience or the blood on his hands, he cannot be the same as him.

He even keenly grasped the weakness of the crossbow and the kind of iron lump that could burst, and tried his best to deal with it with the Mongols' specialties to seize the opportunity to deal a fatal blow to his opponent.

However, he was defeated.

Where did you lose this battle?

It's not just the firearms that explode everywhere. Although those thunderbolts from the sky are powerful, they are not fast. The density is also not large.

It's not about losing with a bow and arrow. Although the opponent's crossbow arrows are strong, the Mongols, who have never left their bows since childhood, can shoot back two arrows when the opponent shoots one arrow.

It's not about losing in terms of combat power.

The Mongols were as fierce as they were before, and their combat skills were superb. Page Mishi saw with his own eyes that a centurion under his command cut down three Song troops in succession before being shot down by a crossbow arrow. The fourth Song army, or bandits, rushed up and recaptured their own positions.

It's that ruthlessness. Page Mishi suddenly shuddered, and realized the key to victory or defeat.

That's right, it's that ruthlessness. The ruthlessness of seeing death as home.

When the two sides fought for the mound that could control the initiative on the battlefield, they were close to each other, and no matter how many opponents a Mongol soldier fell, the next Song soldier would always rush up and drive him down.

In normal times, with such a large mortality rate, the Song army would have already collapsed. And this time, it was the Mongols who were the first to collapse, and they finally saw an opponent who was less afraid of death than themselves.

The Song people, who are in thin stature, are like tigers recovering from a serious illness, although they are weak, they are full of pride and murderous energy.

In the face of this murderous aura that regarded death as home, the Mongols could not hold on, let alone the new annexed army that was forced in.

This kind of murderous aura, page Mi has only seen twice. Once in front of a certain academy. At that time, the Mongol soldiers were slaughtering the city, and several teachers blocked the gate of the academy with a ring ruler.

After a round of shooting by the Mongol warriors, the teaching gentlemen were turned into hedgehogs. But he still used his body to block the door behind him, blocking the peace inside.

Another time was when he rushed into a farmer's house in Jiangnan, the farmer with a hoe. Like a fierce god, he blocked his wife and children. Block the thatched hut, the last trace of human dignity.

In front of the things that you value the most, people always show the bravest. This is true for the Mongols, and so is for the Han Chinese.

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