The Wind Rises (3)

As soon as the Mongol army entered Luohu Ridge, Ximen Biao realized that his opponent was not an ordinary Tartar commander.

The official road between Pingxiang and Liling is still repaired in the Tang Dynasty, after hundreds of years of wind and rain, many places have been blocked by falling rocks, so narrow that they can only spin horses, but more than 500 guards of Mongolian officials are just taking care of each other to maintain the shape of the marching army, the whole team is divided into three waves in the front, middle and back, and there are rangers on both wings. Although the speed of travel is slow, they echo each other, and the defense is watertight.

The excitement of the battle enveloped his body, but the hand holding the bow was as steady as a rock, and there was no trembling at all. This is the feeling of an old hunter seeing a good prey, not a thief for many years, Ximen Biao's blood, has long lost this kind of pleasure.

The three groups of Mongol soldiers were dressed in the same color of cowhide light armor, and although it was hot, no one took off their helmets. Looking down from the hillside, the black pressure was overwhelming, and the dark clouds slowly rolled by. The horse's hooves stepped on the mountain road, faintly with the sound of wind and thunder.

This is the real elite of the Northern Yuan, and its style is completely different from the new annexed troops that everyone usually deals with. There were only 500 people, and they actually carried the murderous aura of thousands of troops and horses, and everywhere they passed, the birds were shocked. Hulala flew into the air, mixed with the wind of Xiao Xiao Mountain, and flew far away from the mountain.

"Master Biao, the idea is piercing, do you want to let a few go first!" Hu Ergouzi, a staff officer of the army, crawled up and asked in Ximen Biao's ear. Before joining the Broken Army, he sat in the seat of the master in the cottage. We are used to acting cautiously, thinking about things, and putting the preservation of strength in the first place.

"Inform the brethren, go around and plug the tail. Don't let go of one! Ximen Biao shook his head and rejected the staff officer's suggestion. He grabbed a chirping stick and gently placed it on the bowstring.

Staff officer Hu Ergou was stunned and grinned. Crawling backwards into the mud puddle where he was hiding, gagged with leaves, and let out a string of partridge calls.

"I can't help it, brother, I can't help it, brother!" The crisp sound of birdsong sounded from the forest, and the soldiers of the Broken Army hidden on the edge of the cliff gently propped up their bodies, scattered, and touched both sides of the ridge mouth.

"Smack!" Suddenly, a pebble rolled down from the rock, not in a hurry, but as if a drop of water had dropped in a pan of oil.

In the valley, the knights' advance slowed suddenly, and the front army took the horses and quickly circled in a semicircle. The samurai on horseback at the same time exercised the bow in his hand, brushed the ground, and as soon as the sky darkened, hundreds of arrows shot into the forest at the same time, as if a rain of arrows had fallen.

The leaves swirled and fell. The branches and leaves on the head were instantly thinned, and the sunlight shone down from the trunks of the trees, making people's eyes dazzled. A faint fishy smell permeated the grass, and blood seeped down the grass into the soil, but the wounded soldier didn't hum, and his mouth bit the grass tightly.

The body of the seriously injured person was arched into a shrimp shape, the carved feather on the back had turned red, and the fingers were curled and extended, scratching dark marks on the ground. ，

Simon didn't move, Ming Di was in his hand, but he seemed to have forgotten how to shoot the bow.

The suffocating half-pillar incense time, but it seems as long as a day. After several rounds of fire from the Mongol troops, they could not hear a response. The whole team began to move forward again.

"Woo, woo, woo!" A low horn sounded in the horse team. The three waves of knights suddenly accelerated, like a torrent, and rushed towards the end of Luohu Ridge. Obviously, the Mongol generals had also sensed the strange atmosphere in the mountains and tried to quickly take the team out of the valley.

"I want to go, I underestimated your family's ability to rob the road for more than ten years!" Ximen Biao's smile suddenly turned cold, and he saw that the distance between the three waves of people and horses was closer, bending his bow like a full moon, pulling his fingers and letting go, and the Ming Di teared through the air violently, pulling the Mongolian warrior who was running in the front row off the war horse.

The bowstring was noisy, and hundreds of crossbow arrows flew out at the same time, and the wind destroyed the artemisia grass, destroying the Mongolian warriors on the periphery. The ownerless war horse let out a terrible neigh, and was so red that it seemed to have been fished out of a pool of blood, and rushed forward desperately.

"Road Closure!" Ximen Biao calmly gave the order.

Several fighters leapt from their hiding places and slashed the straw rope that held the trap together. Boulders and dead trees rolled down like a torrent, blocking the valley exit.

The Mongol army was in danger, and the front and rear teams flipped abruptly, and while returning fire with bows, they rushed towards the way they came. They were greeted by a pile of rocks, and at the entrance, more than 100 soldiers of the Broken Army pushed down the large and small stones as much as they could.

Both of them rushed into the valley with their warriors, pinching their heads and cutting off their tails, cutting off the front and back roads of the Mongols. The besieged Mongol army found that they were in a desperate situation, and they rushed to the front and rear mountain passes in batches under the command of the centurion. The sound of shouts of killing, the clash of blades, and the sound of bows and arrows entering flesh resounded through the valley. In the bloodthirsty excitement, every sound is unusually clear.

Bows and arrows shuttled back and forth, and people and horses kept falling. The valley mouth on both sides was quickly filled with corpses on both sides. The latecomers stepped on the corpses of those who fell first, and slashed each other with knives. Ignore whether it will be you who will fall next.

"Crossbow, shoot!" Staff officer Hu Ergou waved the command flag vigorously. Under his coordination, the crossbowmen were released in unison, and every time they were released, they were dense, without gaps. The Mongols' horses and soldiers fell against the crossbows, fell, and were trampled over by the horses behind. At such a close distance, every step can be seen clearly.

"Ping! Ping! Ping! "Cry out for help, fireworks flew one after another. Seeing that they could not get out in a short time, the besieged Mongol soldiers changed their formations again and stubbornly waited for reinforcements. The samurai jumped off their horses one after another, pushing the wounded horses on the perimeter, but the men hid behind the belly of the horses and bent their bows to return fire on both sides of the hillside.

The two sides began a bow and arrow battle, and the crossbows of the captives were of good quality and great lethality. The Mongol warriors were skilled in archery and fast in firing arrows. For a while, the battle actually began to stalemate. Ximen Biao couldn't eat the other party quickly, and the besieged party couldn't get out of the predicament.

The Mongolian general who led the team was very powerful, and after shooting for a while, he actually judged the approximate number of opponents by virtue of the density of crossbow arrows. Several Mongol warriors raised their leather shields and formed a sword-pointed line behind their horses. There was a commotion among the war horses, and more leather armor, hidden behind the war horses, began to assemble to the left flank.

"It's going to be bad!" Ximen Biao was stunned for a moment, and realized that the situation was not good. The left rear of Luohuling is relatively gentle, and the sheep herders can climb over the mountain. And the Mongols under the valley apparently began to fight the idea of breaking through from the flank.

Before he could make corresponding adjustments, a war drum sounded "dong, knock, knock", and more than 100 Mongolian warriors leaned out from behind their horses, drew their bows and rode in one direction. The frequency of Mongolian bow shooting was originally faster than that of the captive bow, and the group of people gathered together were all good in the army, and the dense rain of arrows immediately suppressed the crossbowmen of the captive army on the hillside, and often the opponent fired three times, and it was difficult to return the blow. The crossbowmen on both sides tried to support, but there were a lot of horses under the mountain, and a large number of crossbow arrows were shot at the horses. And those war horses that were sent to death, the reins were ruthlessly tied together by their masters. Struggling and screaming, but can't dodge.

The rain of arrows stopped, and at the foot of the mountain, the warriors shouted in unison, and more than two dozen people rushed up the hillside with leather shields.

"Meet the enemy!" The captives in charge of this section of the defense were shocked, raised their steel swords, and took the lead in charging at the enemy. Seeing that the two sides were about to collide in the middle of the hill, all of a sudden, the charging Mongol warriors all pounced.

The sound of dense bowstrings sounded again, and the merciless feathered arrows nailed more than two dozen Breaker soldiers to the ground.

The sound of the bowstring stopped, and the Mongol warriors jumped up again and broke into the crossbow position. The steel knife swung and brought up clouds of blood mist. At the foot of the mountain, the drums of war thundered, and more than 100 Mongolian warriors rushed out from behind their horses and pounced on the gap that the previous warriors had broken through. Behind the horse, the bow and arrow suddenly turned, densely guarding the flank of the Mongol warriors, preventing the rest of the captives from coming forward to support.

"Plug the gap, plug the gap!" Simon Biao shouted hoarsely, his angry eyes almost popping out of his sockets. personally led people to rush up, and halfway, fell under the arrows of the Mongols, and there were countless brothers.

"Put!" Hu Ergou shouted hoarsely, and with more than two hundred crossbowmen shooting, he advanced towards the gap. Two armor-piercing cones pierced his shoulders, but he had no time to pull them out, allowing his own blood to bubble out along the cracks in the armor, staining half of his body red.

The crossbowman knew that the moment of crisis was coming, and he kept twisting the handle, loading the crossbow and releasing the crossbow. Created a death strip among the Mongols who rushed forward in the follow-up, through which no life could pass.

Although the Mongol archers on the opposite side were small in number, they shot denser and more urgent.

"Second Master Hu, continuous shooting!" I don't know who shouted at the back of the line.

Staff officer Hu Ergou immediately commanded the change of formation. More than two hundred crossbowmen quickly divided into three rows, in groups of three, one in front and two in the back. The crossbowman in front of him is responsible for shooting, and after firing a crossbow, he lowers the bow of the captive. The two men behind him loaded in turn, and delivered the crossbow arrows to him in turn.

The effect of the usual training was immediately reflected, and after adjusting the tactics, the rate of fire on the side of the captive army increased instead of decreasing. Slowly, the Mongols' feathered arrows were pressed down.

At the gap, the two armies smeared.

"Hey!" Ximen Biao used his knife to open the opponent's blow, and stabbed the long knife into the enemy's soft underbelly. The long bladed knife was caught in the ribs of the enemy, pulled out twice, and was not drawn. On his side, two scimitars slashed at the same time.

Ximen Biao twisted his body, waved his arm, and threw the long knife in the direction of the scimitar along with the corpse on the knife. Then he swung his fist and smashed it in the face of a Mongol soldier.

The Mongolian warrior's nose was directly broken, and he fell down with a muffled grunt. Ximen Biao snatched the scimitar from his hand, slashed it twice, and cut down a Mongolian warrior, then threw the scimitar as a throwing knife, cutting off the head of a Mongolian warrior who was hiding behind a stone and secretly firing arrows. Then, with his foot, he hooked a fallen soldier's severed blade (double-ring lancet) from the ground, and with a "whoosh" wave in the sun, he cut the oncoming Mongol warrior in half.

It was dark, and a row of feathered arrows flew towards Ximen Biao, shooting the surrounding Mongol warriors and generals of the Broken Army to the ground regardless of faction.

The next moment, Simon Biao wiped the blood from his face and crawled out of the pile of corpses. His personal guards were full of feathered arrows, and although the armor of the Breakers was excellent, it could no longer save the lives of the guards.

"Brothers, shoot and scatter, chickens and eggs!" Ximen Biao shouted a slang in grief and indignation, grabbed the leather shield dropped by the Mongols, and rushed down the hillside.

Beside him, a hundred and ten soldiers of the Broken Army abandoned their crossbows and swords, and rushed down the hillside with a roar.

"One shot and two scattered, chickens and eggs are beaten!" It's a black phrase when everyone is a righteous thief. Righteous thieves rob the road, and if the other party does not resist fiercely, they usually do not do senseless killing. In this way, it is possible to ensure that the other party will not buy off other bandits or the government in the future, and retaliate excessively. If the other party is desperate and causes heavy casualties on their side, the righteous thieves will shout "One shot and two scatter!" In other words, it means that you want to fight to the death with the other party.

Staff officer Hu Ergou couldn't stop it, and seeing that Ximen Biao rushed down the mountain first, he hurriedly organized crossbow arrows to cover. This pot of rice is sandwiched, Hu Ergou thought while waving the battle flag.

Lin Qi and Ximen Biao did not have many men and horses, and at the same time they had to complete the three tasks of trapping the enemy, sending reinforcements, and defrauding the city, and the team was very scattered, and there were only more than 800 soldiers who followed Ximen Biao in ambush in the mountains.

And in order to confuse the opponent and make the intercepted officials think that they had encountered bandits, Ximen Biao specially told everyone this time not to use grenades. In case the Northern Yuan officers and troops in Pingxiang and Liling found out that it was the broken army that robbed here, they did not dare to come to support.

In hand-to-hand white-knuckle combat, the captives suffered a physical loss. Although most of Ximen Biao's subordinates were born as righteous thieves, except for military advisors like Hu Ergou, most of them belonged to the strong and strong type of the Song people. Compared to the Mongolian warriors who were about the same thickness as the horizontal and vertical samurai, they still looked thin.

The Mongolian archers hiding behind the war horses were basically scattered by Ximen Biao and others, and the feather arrows were in danger, and the hillside returned to the hands of the captive army. However, Ximen Biao and others, who rushed into the herd of horses, were also deeply trapped in the enemy army and could not get out.

A Mongol warrior poked out his knife from under the horse's belly and slashed at Simon Biao's feet.

Ximen Biao jumped up and slashed the opponent in front of him. He stomped on his left foot and was stepping on the attacker's wrist. The sound of a broken joint immediately reached his ears.

After landing on the ground, Ximen Biao did not stop, turned around and killed several subordinates trapped among the horses. Three moves and two moves, overturn an opponent, and gather several subordinates together.

"Get closer, take care of each other, use the war horse as a cover, little four, go light the fire and burn the horse's tail!" Ximen Biao shouted while fighting, where it is tight, he will kill wherever it is. After a while, more than a dozen of his subordinates trapped in the herd of horses were rescued, and everyone formed a group and traveled in the encirclement of the Mongols.

"Shoot him, archers concentrate!" A crisp Mongolian voice came from not far away. Ximen Biao looked up when he heard the sound and saw a face that was pale with anger.

Several Mongol warriors bent their bows and arrows and shot at Ximen Biao. Blood was spraying, Ximen Biao disappeared into the crowd, and before the samurai who released the arrows cheered, the disappeared Ximen Biao jumped out from under the belly of the horse on the other side like a devil, holding a horned bow from nowhere, and three feathered arrows between his fingers. The arm bent back quickly, and the three feathered arrows left the bowstring one after the other.

Three Mongol warriors fell in response.

"Cover me, dig out the wolf's den!" Ximen Biao shouted, and it was another black talk. Throwing away his bow, carrying his sword, he galloped to the Mongol officer on horseback.

The soldiers of the Breaker Army in the enemy formation picked up the horned bows discarded by the Mongols and greeted those who tried to intercept Ximen Biao with cold arrows.

Several clouds of smoke rose from the horses, the horses neighed wildly, collided with each other, and the Mongol soldiers, who were covering their horses, stepped on the Devil and Cry Wolf. The soldier who was called the fourth soldier took a torch made of something I don't know, and drilled back and forth under the horse's belly. Everywhere you pass, you will inevitably light a few horse's tails.

The Mongol army was in chaos in an instant, and most of the soldiers abandoned their opponents and moved closer to Ximenbiao. On the hillside, when Staff Officer Hu saw the fighter plane, he waved his flag and shouted, and killed all the brothers.

Pick up two scimitars and chop off a large bow along with his master. Mingguang armor added two knife marks and an arrow, and Ximen Biao killed in front of the enemy general.

The white-faced enemy general was obviously the head of the five hundred, and he did not hurry, but shot two arrows at Ximen Biao, then abandoned his bow, drew his sword, and met him.

Ximen Biao dodged the other party's cold arrow sneak attack, and fought with the white-faced military general in one place with a knife. There were so many obstacles on the ground that the two jumped on horseback almost at the same time.

On horseback, the white-faced enemy will sweep diagonally, carrying his shoulders and back.

Ximen Biao raised the blade on his side, and the two knives were separated when they touched, the cold light flashed rapidly, and the broken blade took the first step and attacked the opponent's lower abdomen. The Mongolian general's sword skills are not weak, and the tip of the knife is half an arc, "Bell!" With a bang, Ximen Biao's steel knife was blocked, and then he reversed the trend, slashed upward, and slashed at Ximen Biao's thigh and waist.

Unable to parry, Ximen Biao's left leg stepped on the horse hard, and the whole body abandoned the horse and flew back, and the steel knife of the Mongolian general was emptied, and a corner of the saddle of the war horse was chopped off. In mid-air, Ximen Biao shouted angrily and landed on the back of another horse, his legs and the belly of the horse, and he rushed forward a few steps with the horse, and the tip of the knife stabbed the Mongolian general in the back of the heart.

These few blows were like lightning and fire, and the surrounding Mongolian warriors were stunned and forgot to rescue. By the time they reacted and hugged again, the Breaker soldiers had already approached, and the two sides were fighting each other.

In such a close-range melee, bows and arrows are no longer useful. The two sides slashed each other completely with steel knives, exchanging lives for lives.

The coaches on both sides recognized each other's identities and tried to take the lead in subduing the opponent by force and gaining the first chance to win. The sound of steel knives clashing was endless, and in a moment, Ximen Biao changed horses again, and the other party's warriors were also forced to dismount twice by him.

"Look at the knife!" The Mongolian general shouted clearly, and the knife in his right hand was like a horse, slashing at the door of Ximen Biaomian. In his left hand, he took out a short crossbow used by the Jianghu people in his waist, and with two sounds, "Peng, Peng", the blue poisoned arrow shot at Ximen Biao's waist and abdomen.

"Shameless!" Several soldiers cursed and watched as Ximen Biao fell from his horse. The Mongol generals, who had received the cheap, raised their swords and cheered, signaling to their soldiers that the enemy generals had been killed.

Suddenly, the Mongolian generals who were cheering with swords disappeared. The frightened horses neighed incessantly.

The officers and men of the two armies were red-eyed, desperate, and rushed in the direction of the main general's fall. All men and horses who stood in their way were cut down to the ground.

Just as everyone was messing around, a figure covered in blood climbed onto the horse's back. Immediately afterwards, the figure got off the horse, picked up the Mongolian general, and placed him sideways in front of the horse.

Ximen Biao held a knife in one hand and the other hand, but he was clasped to the waist of the Mongolian general. The Mongol general had apparently been knocked unconscious by him, his helmet had been lost, and his green hair hung down the horse's back to the horse's belly.

"Surrender, otherwise Lao Tzu will cut this little girl's skin with a knife!" Ximen Biao screamed viciously, the steel knife shook, and made a false slashing posture between the necks of the Mongolian generals.

The chaotic battlefield was silent in an instant.

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