War of Nations (3)

"The cavalry of the Song Kingdom?" Thousands of households felt a little dizzy, and their first reaction was that the enemy had hidden cavalry in the city. It wasn't until more iron horsemen appeared in his clairvoyance that he understood, and the stubbornly defended Song army began to fight back.

The smoke of the explosion sent the first wave of cavalry out of the city. Although there was only one capital, more than 30 people, but the riding skills were very skillful, with the speed of the war horse rushed out of the city more than 50 steps, immediately the horse circled, formed a sharp blade in the high-speed march, obliquely to the left side of the siege of the Yuan army cut through.

Without waiting for the Yuan army on the left side of the city gate to react correctly, another thirty horsemen rushed out of the city gate and swung up to slash at the Yuan army attacking the city on the right. Immediately afterwards, another thirty horsemen rushed to the left of the city after going out, just keeping a distance of about fifty paces from the first wave of cavalry. Subsequently, the fourth wave of cavalry rushed to the right of the city.

A ** cavalry hit the besieging Yuan army like a tide, the cavalry in front split the Yuan army with a saber, and the second wave of cavalry immediately staggered with the first row and rushed over, chopping up the frightened survivors. In an instant, the Yuan army besieging the city was in chaos, and those who were in charge of covering forgot to shoot arrows, and those who supported the cloud ladder forgot to use their strength, and all their attention was attracted to the city wall.

The cavalry that charged under the walls totaled less than a thousand, but the damage was enormous. The besieging Yuan army was caught off guard and could not organize an effective defensive formation. The infantry, which had lost its formation, was a living target for the cavalry, and scattered in front of the high-speed iron cavalry like snow splashed by boiling water.

The warriors of the Yuan army, who had already climbed to the top of the city, lost the effective support from the city and were in chaos. A few lone soldiers turned around and tried to flee, only to find that the ladder at the head of the wall had already been knocked down by their own people. Turning around to resist, he saw the bright Broken Blade sweeping along the city wall. Desperate, they had no choice but to surrender on their knees, but the red-eyed civilian soldiers nearby were unwilling to capture the prisoners, and stabbed them from the city one by one with bamboo poles and iron guns.

In less than a pillar of incense, the cavalry of the Broken Army killed the Yuan army under the city wall. The general who led the army, Zhang Goudan, swung his saber and returned from afar with the cavalry. This time, when he went out of the city, he was more vigorous, and several groups of cavalry left a distance of about fifty paces from each other, staggered their horses' heads, and the tide swept towards the Yuan army.

"Bang!" More than thirty cavalrymen crashed into the ranks of the Yuan army, the formation stagnated slightly, and threw down more than a dozen corpses and continued to rush inside. Before the surviving Yuan army could stand firm, the second wave of war horses had already rushed to the front, and the big hooves of the bowl and the bright saber smashed down from mid-air at the same time.

"Bang!" The Yuan army was smashed to the ground. Those who were lucky not to be trampled on by the horse's hooves or slashed by the saber could no longer muster up the courage to meet the third wave of iron horsemen, so they abandoned their companions and ran back.

The besieging Yuan army collapsed on all fronts. At this time, it was no longer clear who was a Mongolian warrior, who was a Han hero, and who was a slave soldier of the new annexed army. Everyone was afraid of being left behind, and fled back to the main camp in a desperate way. Behind them, the Iron Cavalry of the Broken Capture Army who had won their hands was in hot pursuit.

"General Bilig, press the real Mongolian soldiers, press the real Mongolian soldiers, otherwise everyone will be finished!" Xia Pingjiang ignored his status and humility, and leaned over the stunned Bi Lige ear and shouted. The most feared thing about leading a war is this kind of rout, and once they rush back, the whole team will have to be scattered.

Kim Jong-nam, the Goryeo translator, was also stunned, and it took a while for a while to accurately translate Xia Pingjiang's suggestion into Mongolian. After listening to the interpreter's advice, Bi Lige woke up like a dream, waved the command flag again and again, and transferred all the remaining Mongolian soldiers at hand, "Quick, stop the rout, let them run to both sides of the camp!" ”

It was too late, and the Mongol warriors who were watching the battle on the periphery, like Bilige, did not expect that the Song army would launch a counterattack at this juncture. Many people didn't even tie their horses' belly belts tightly, and after receiving Bilig's general order, they hurriedly packed up their mounts. Rao is a well-trained group on weekdays, and it is difficult to get out of the order as soon as he hears it. Finally put together two thousand-strong teams in front of the Chinese army, and before the horses could increase their speed, the fastest fleeing rout had already collided with them.

"Stop, rush up, stupid, coward!" Thousands of households in Ullihan shouted and cursed, trying to awaken the dignity of the defeated soldiers with leather whips. As soon as the whip was drawn, there was a sudden force on his shoulder, and the whole person was dragged off the horse by several routs. Before he could get up from the ground, countless pairs of big feet stepped directly on him.

"Stupid....!" Ullihan let out a low groan, and soon died down. The more than 600 Mongol warriors under his command had not yet recovered from the shock, and had already been swept away by the rout.

The other thousand-person team that came to intercept the rout did not end well, and the lower thousand households led by the team barely supported Chaolu for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, they were wrapped in the rout and rushed towards their own Chinese army.

"Archer intercept!" At the critical moment, Bilig finally gave a wise order. More than 2,000 archers of all nationalities stood in front of the formation, and fired a flurry of arrows at the fleeing rout.

The rout, who was in a hurry to flee for his life, did not expect his coach to be so ruthless, and fell in an instant. The soldier who was not shot did not know how to dodge, lowered his head, cried, and continued to run against the rain of arrows.

"Put!" Bilig gritted his teeth and waved the flag.

Another row of feathered arrows shot out, overturning hundreds of soldiers of all races who were about to rush into the Chinese army. Immediately afterward, another rain of arrows followed. The well-trained archers showed their might at this time, and in the blink of an eye, each of them had five arrows out of their hands.

The pace of the rout finally came to a standstill, and the blood and lives of their companions awakened the sanity of the survivors. They stared blankly at the wool daze not far away, wondering what they should do to escape from the sky in the next moment?

"Go around and run to the sides of the camp!" Xia Pingjiang, the commander of the army, rushed out with a few guards on horseback, shouting at the rout, which was tantamount to a Sanskrit chant in the ears of the rout, and the surviving more than 5,000 soldiers of the new annexed army shouted, spreading their legs and scattering to the left and right wings. Although the Mongol soldiers in the crowd could not understand Chinese, their instinct for survival was no different from that of the soldiers of the new annexed army, and they followed the flow of people and rushed to the two wings impatiently.

The smoke and dust raised by the chaotic army obscured the sky and the sun, and Xia Pingjiang could not see how far the pursuers were from the main formation of the Yuan army. He had just pointed out a clear path for the routs and was about to walk back, when suddenly, he saw a war horse coming out of the smoke and dust.

When they met suddenly, both the enemy and the enemy were in one place. said that it was too late, and before Xia Pingjiang could turn the horse's head, the hand of the general of the new annex army raised and flattened a three-foot-long black iron pipe.

"Bang!" With the sound of a thunderclap, a puff of black smoke came out of the iron pipe. Xia Pingjiang only felt a heat on his face, and then realized that he had flown into the sky. He couldn't see clearly what was happening under the smoke and dust, only to see his guards fall off their horses one after another, and with the guards off their horses, there was a body with only half a head.

"Rush, go straight to the Chinese army!" Zhang Goudan shoved the handcuff that had finished the bullet to his waist, and continued to kill with the cavalry. There were only more than 800 horsemen behind him, but he seemed to be carrying thousands of horses, and he didn't pay attention to the enemy army that was ten times his own.

The Northern Yuan archers, who were responsible for stabilizing their positions, soon discovered that the cavalry was approaching, and without waiting for Bilig to change his order, he took the initiative to start firing arrows to intercept them. Zhang Goudan, who rushed to the forefront, and more than a dozen soldiers of the Broken Army crooked their bodies and fell off their horses.

"Shoot arrows, shoot, shoot, don't let go of a man and a horse!" Bilig shouted frantically. He felt a little bitter in his mouth, a little dry in his throat, and at the same time there was an indescribable panic in his heart. After beating the good feints like this, even if all the enemy cavalry that attacked was wiped out, Boyan would not have his good fruit to eat.

The archers desperately drew their bows and released their arrows, unable to tell which arrow had hit the target. There were many broken soldiers who fell from their horses on the opposite side, but the ownerless horses all went crazy and rushed straight towards the archers.

These horses were all good horses raised by Kublai Khan on Tamna Island, and even in the Mongol army, it is rare to find a war horse with such a large skeleton and such a smooth coat color. The distance of two hundred paces was crossed by the horse's hooves in an instant, and at the moment when the horse's hooves were about to step into the ranks of archers, Zhang Goudan's "corpse" flipped from the side of the war horse onto the horse's back again.

With a sabre in his hand pumping along the wind, Zhang Goudan rushed past the two archers. Only the body of the archer, protected by light armor, circled in place and fell to the sky. A knife cut more than a foot long stretched from the shoulder to the ribs, and blood spurted out like a cascade of blood.

The cavalry of the Broken Army, hiding in the stirrups, turned back to their horses, and their long knives swung among the archers. The formation of the archers of the Yuan army used to shoot and intercept their own rout had no depth at all, and was penetrated by Zhang Godan's cavalry. Zhang Goudan, who passed through the battle, didn't look back, his legs clenched the horse's belly, and rushed straight towards the Northern Yuan Chinese army a hundred steps away.

Aside from his own guards, the frustrated Bilig didn't have time to mobilize any team. Just behind the smoke and dust stirred up by the rout, a higher wave of dust swept in. There is no doubt that it was a foot soldier of the Song army who had been chased from the city. Extremely angry, he finally understood that at this moment, whether he chose to flee or die in battle, the soldiers and horses of the headquarters who had suffered repeated blows would probably not be able to escape the fate of collapse. Between abandoning the army and fleeing and dying in battle, the Mongol warrior's sense of honor led him to choose the latter.

The new general of the annexed army standing beside Bilig did not have so many concepts of honor, and the distance of more than a hundred steps was only a matter of leaping for the high-speed sprinting war horse. At this distance, no matter how many soldiers and horses there are around, the water will not be close to thirst. In instinctive reaction, they turned their horses around and ran backwards with their personal guards.

Bilig pulled out a scimitar from his waist, which was given to his family by Ögedei Khan, and he did not know how many cities he had slaughtered and how much blood he had stained. Today he wants to use the blood of the opposite Song general to defend the honor of the family. The cloud-chasing horse under the crotch seemed to understand the master's intentions, "Sigh! Let out a long howl, spread his hooves and rushed towards the dog.

"Rush!" More than 30 Mongolian guards, with Bilig as the front, rushed head-on to the iron cavalry of the Breaker Army. The two sides suddenly met on the way to the impact, crashing into a terrible blood flower, and then quickly separated.

The rider on horseback fell, and the lone horse fled into the distance with a mournful roar. The unfallen rider continued to rush forward, and there was no opponent in front of the victorious cavalry, but the Mongol warrior, who was lucky not to fall off his horse, faced another strong enemy.

The blood splashed by Bilig and the others was quickly submerged like a drop of water in the tide. Zhang Goudan, who was covered in blood, continued to kill with the cavalry, the neighing of the war horses, the screams of the enemy and the shouts of the cavalry soared into the sky.

Without deliberate preparation, the foot soldiers could not stop the cavalry in any case, let alone count the rout troops who were commanded by the commander and only cared about fleeing for their lives. With less than five hundred horsemen, Zhang Goudan rampaged among tens of thousands of enemy troops. The Yuan army could have overwhelmed them with a little organization, but no one took on this mission.

Rout, complete rout.

The new attached sergeants, who were already very afraid of the Broken Army, fled for their lives. They didn't know which direction was safest, but avoiding the swords of the cavalry at this time was the first priority in life. The Northern Han army, which still had a trace of war intent in their hearts, couldn't help themselves, and was wrapped in the soldiers of the newly attached army, crashing around like locusts. And those Mongolian soldiers with the most courage did not know what was happening today, first the siege team ran back, and then saw the Chinese army falling. Then the whole army was defeated, and all the senior generals were scattered, so they had to follow the rebels.

The Northern Yuan soldiers escaped from their own camp and fled to the camp.

Zhang Goudan led the cavalry straight to the camp gate.

The Yuan army left behind in the camp could not organize any resistance, there were too many chaotic soldiers, and the tide broke the camp, and then wrapped the confused soldiers in the camp and left. The feeling of panic spread at an unimaginable speed, and in the four fields, the cries and begs for mercy were loud.

In stark contrast to the cries of the Yuan army, the horns of the Broken Army and the People's Army became more and more intense. Tens of thousands of civilian forces rushed behind the Breakers' foot soldiers. Throwing away the wooden sticks and hoes in his hands, he picked up the steel knives and spears dropped by the Northern Yuan soldiers, and swept the earth like a torrent.

Seeing the opponent's foot soldiers, the Yuan army was even more chaotic.

The Mongol cavalry under the command of Bilig did not dare to turn back to rescue their own foot soldiers, at this moment, they only thought about escaping, how far they could escape.

The foot soldiers who could hold on to their strength continued to flee for their lives, while more exhausted soldiers crossed the river and huddled into a mass like ants, leaving life and death to fate.

"The Han people get out of the way, the men only kill the Tartars!" Killing the wild Zhang Goudan shouted and chased after him. He had waited too long, too long for this day. Back then, outside Ganzhou City, he was chased and killed by Li Heng of Xixia Nu with cavalry, and his two legs ran like the wheels of a carriage, so he escaped with a small life.

On Baizhang Ridge, he swore a shame. Who knew that not long after the Broken Army came out of Shaowu, he was sent to the Xing Song Army by Prime Minister Wen Cheng as an instructor. Over the years, watching Wang Laoshi and Miao Chun, who had eaten in the same stove as him, made contributions one after another, Zhang Gou Danxing felt how itchy he was. Now that he has finally returned to the Broken Army, with the latest training to come out of the elite, holding the latest equipment, and riding a war horse that is one in a hundred, how can he not gallop on the field!

The soldiers of the Han Army, the New Annexed Army, and the Tanma Red Army saw Zhang Goudan's fierce and vicious appearance, and they all dodged to both sides. The Mongol soldiers, who fled with the slave soldiers, did not dare to emphasize their noble first-class status in front of the saber, kept their heads down, and tried to drill into the crowded places. In order not to be chased by the cavalry, the slave soldiers who gathered together instinctively pushed the Mongol warriors who tried to blend in with them to the periphery.

"Kill!" Zhang Goudan raised his knife and slashed a Mongolian warrior over half a hundred years old to the ground. The samurai's beard was long, unkempt and almost obscured his chest. After falling to the ground, blood flowed down his beard, and with the body that was already a little rickety, I can't tell how pitiful it was.

Zhang Goudan did not show the slightest pity, and his grandfather, father, uncle, and brother all fell under the sword of the Mongols. Everyone's backs were as weak as the Mongol warrior under the horse's hooves, and they had no sword in their hands.

Survival is a human instinct. In the face of sudden death, the so-called noble and lowly are as cowardly as the lowly. The Mongol warriors who were mixed in the middle of the newly annexed army quickly found an effective way to escape, and the price was high, and the new annexed soldiers could not afford to wear the Linggen armor, and the fine-leaf leather armor was thrown to the ground one after another. With just a gray-black uniform, it was difficult for the pursuers to distinguish them. Because they, like the Han army, were born with black hair and yellow faces.

Zhang Goudan took the iron horse to penetrate the Yuan army's infantry team and then wore it back. The soldier reaped the life with a long knife, trampled the flesh and blood with the horse's hooves, and wantonly sowed fear and death among the soldiers of the Northern Yuan Dynasty. Wherever the saber passed, it left behind a river of blood.

"Woo-woo!" A desolate trumpet sounded, and in the distance, a woolen silk poked out of the ground.

The civilian armed forces that pursued and killed the Yuan army were fluted, and the movements in their hands slowed down significantly. Someone raised his eyes and secretly looked at the nearby soldiers of the Broken Army, but saw that the soldiers of the Broken Army continued to contain the prisoners, and those who rescued their own wounded continued to rescue the wounded, as if they were deaf to the sound of the enemy's horn......

"Woo-woo-woo!" The sound of the trumpet drew nearer, and then there was a slight tremor on the ground, and the smoke and dust from the horses' hooves obscured the daylight.

Zhang Goudan, who came through the formation again, took his mount, reached out and wiped the blood from his face, and looked at the soldiers of the Broken Army who were following him. The riders were panting, and both men and horses were red from head to toe as if they had been fished out of a river of blood.

"Woo-woo-woo!" The sound of the horn of the Yuan army was getting closer and closer, the cavalry of the Broken Army was fearless, and the war horses were also excited to spin back and forth......

"them!" Zhang Goudan suddenly spat at the ground and said viciously.

"It's done!" More than 400 sabers were raised and faced the rushing Hu Chen......

The legend that the Mongolian iron horse is invincible in the world has completely become history on this day.

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