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Since leaving the grassland and embarking on the road of conquest, Page Mishi has never fought such a battle.

He still remembers the scene of the last time when he drove the army into Shaowu City like a bamboo, and the southerners also made fierce resistance that time, but in front of the Mongolian iron cavalry, the weak combat effectiveness of the southerners seemed so insignificant.

In just half a year, everything has changed, and the weak Nanren has become completely different from the original under the hands of that madman named Wen Tianxiang.

The traps, tripwires, bamboo nails under the feet, as well as the trap pits with the thickness of the bowl, the bamboo rows and iron projectiles that appear on the heads from time to time, and the crossbow arrows that come from time to time around make tens of thousands of troops tremble as if they were on the edge of the abyss. The enemy is unknown, and the enemy is everywhere, and Page Mi is angry, but there is nothing to be done. The plains were a good battlefield for the Mongol cavalry, but the mountains were the world of the broken army, and those opponents with leggings wrapped around their legs and shoes on their feet always gave them a big "surprise" when the Yuan army was slightly negligent, and then disappeared into the forest or the depths of the golden cauliflower like clouds and mist in the mountains.

In the past seven days, the new annexed army has lost more than 1,000 wounded, and the Mongol army has also suffered hundreds of wounds. And the other party only left a few corpses, and each corpse had to make the Yuan army pay more than five times the price.

What was greater than the casualty losses was the morale of the Yuan army.

Thinking of the warriors who rushed into the tens of thousands of troops with iron projectiles, Page Mishi felt a chill in his back. The Mongols respect the brave, so the Mongol soldiers are strong and dominant. And those legging-bound spoilers, you can't describe their bravery in their actions.

Panic about the unknown now floods the military. Something, the more incomprehensible you are, the deeper the fear of it.

The Mongols and the new annexes didn't know what the iron projectile that exploded when it landed, and they couldn't understand why the soldiers on the other side were so brave, and even when they were alone, they faced death with a smile.

"Ninety-nine with a steel sword, kill all Hu Er before stopping, the master is a dignified man, how can he bend down to be a horse and a cow ......", when this unknown song sounded, the Mongolian warrior with the knife felt that his heart was trembling.

They slaughtered the Jurchens and the Khitans. In the eyes of all the dying, they had never seen such a look. It was a look of pride, with a hint of contempt for the adversary.

"When they rushed over with grenades in their arms and dragged their wounded bodies, it was like going to a banquet," said several of the newly annexed soldiers who had lost their souls after the battle. What they did not expect, a few years later, there were such brave men among them, holding grenades, and rushed into the Mongolian iron cavalry that they did not dare to look up to.

Human bravery is relative, and when you find an invincible opponent, courage will be lost little by little. At present, the Yuan army, which is known for its bravery, is facing this situation. From Tingzhou to Jianning, but more than 200 miles of road, three hippos spread four hooves, one day and one night can be reached. But now that he has been walking for seven days, he has not seen the shadow of Jianning, a small county town on the outskirts of Shao Wujun. The rainy March days, the hilly terrain, and the ambushers who suddenly appeared in the forest and disappeared quickly all brought the morale of the Yuan army to the limit. The surrounding new annexes were already showing signs of collapse, and at the slightest disturbance, they immediately crouched in the grass, lest they could not dodge and become the target of those lurking in the forest.

The team ahead stopped again, and there was a faint sound of thunder in the mountains and forests. Needless to say, Page knew that the new annex who had been exploring the way ahead had come into contact with the ambushers. A feeling of irritability came to his heart, and the war horse that stepped down also felt the mood of his master, "sighing" and roaring. The surrounding Mongol warriors were infected by this atmosphere, cursing and resentful, but there was nowhere to vent. The road between the mountains and forests was only narrow, and the forward troops could not eliminate the blockers as soon as possible, and the Chinese troops and the rear guard could only wait in place. When you wait, you have to always pay attention to whether a few people will jump out of the grass, throw down the annoying iron projectile and quickly slip away.

The Song people liked to fight after battle, and the Mongols liked to outflank in a roundabout way. But in the middle of these hills, the power of the mount cannot be exerted at all. The Mongols dismounted and went to climb the mountain, and their combat effectiveness was greatly reduced. And let those new annexes go over the mountains and mountains, with the current morale, Page Mi dares to guarantee that as long as those soldiers step out of the commander's sight, they will definitely throw away their uniforms and flee without a trace in an instant.

"Grandma, wait until Shao Wu arrives, see Lao Tzu clean you up well", Page Mi sincerely greeted the names of several new annex generals who came with him, thinking about how to rectify the military power after defeating Shao Wu. The two commanders of the new annexed army, Wanhu Zhang Zhensun and Tan Yingdou, were both demoted generals and had always been looked down upon by Ye Temi. For more than a month, he ran back and forth under the orders of Page Secret, and although he couldn't untie his clothes, his personal ability and the low combat effectiveness of the new annex army really allowed Page Secret to find enough reasons to attack.

"Report, our army's forward and the enemy, General Tan couldn't resist and retreated", a Mongolian general hurriedly parted the crowd and broke into the front of the dense horse to report.

Teng, the page is dense and full of nameless fires are stirred up by a retreat. The Dayuan soldiers crisscrossed thousands of miles, when did they say a word of retreat, raised their horse whips, split their heads and covered their faces to give more than a dozen whips to the generals who came to report the news, and scolded while whipping: "Tan Yingdou, this stupid man, how many people are on the other side, you go back and tell him, if you can't cross the mountain beam in front of him before dark, let him raise his head to see him."

The Mongolian centurion who had been whipped knelt straight in front of the Yete Mishi horse, not daring to dodge, nor daring to fight back, until the Ye Temi was tired, he wiped the blood on his face, and continued: "General Yu, Tan Yingdou was hit by a poisoned arrow in the forehead, and his life and death are uncertain. The other party is camped on the Thorn Ridge, and it should be the main force of Wen Tianxiang's department."

"What, the main force of Wen Tianxiang's department?" Page Mi glanced at his subordinates guiltily, waved his hand, and ordered the messenger to take the messenger to the left and right to take the medicine. Jump off the horse and walk under a big tree. The staff of the army were quick-eyed, and they had already moved woolen stools, pounced on the map, and waited for the commander to give orders.

Thorn Ridge is in the southwest of Jianning City, and together with Taining Creek, it constitutes the first gateway to the southwest of Shao Wujun. If Wen Tianxiang is determined to defend Shaowu, Thorn Ridge will be the key to the contention between the two armies, take this mountain, you can go down to capture Jianning, along the wide river beach of Meixi straight to Taining, after Taining, it will be the largest flat land between the mountains, a decisive battle on the flat land, how many Song soldiers can not withstand the Mongolian army iron cavalry.

A rush of excitement enveloped the whole body of Ye Temi, and he slammed the horsewhip on the sheepskin map, and the famous fierce general ordered loudly: "Let Zhang Zhensun organize men and horses to replace Tan Yingdou, before dark, be sure to capture Thorn Ridge, after breaking this village, the women of Jinchang, Yinchang and Shao Wu will pick with the rabbit cubs."

"Yes," the soldier who gave the order led a fast horse and galloped away through the gap in the crowd. Page Mi raised his head and looked at the rolling mountains in front of him, and a vicious idea rose in his heart. After enduring the scoundrels of the Broken Army and the incompetence of the new annexed army for many days, his endurance has reached its limit. Since the opponent is more important than daring to fight him, he has to come up with something real to let the opponent see what a real invincible iron knight is. But before that, the world-famous Iron Rider needs to rest and need to recuperate his horsepower.

"Brothers, rush up the hillside, each person will be rewarded with three stones of rice and five hanging money", a new general of the annexed army pulled his voice like a gong to boost morale.

"Kill", inspired by the cash, a battalion of new attached troops rushed to the hillside with a shout. The people on the mountain didn't seem to have slowed down their strength from the fierce battle just now, and they were quiet, without a trace of response.

Three hundred steps, two hundred steps, one hundred steps, a burst of ecstasy rose in the hearts of the charging soldiers, and they were about to approach the simple wall of the Thorn Village, and suddenly it was dark in midair. The white feathers roared in the sky.

"Ahh The soldiers in the back row could not restrain themselves, and by inertia they ran forward a few more steps, then fell, watching as the shaft of the arrow passed through the armor, leaving a half-cut bloody carving feather outside the body.

"Vertical shield, vertical shield", someone shouted loudly, and the panicked soldiers raised their wooden shields, and before they could have time, another row of feathered arrows fell from the sky and fell diagonally behind the shield. It was a curved bow that shot obliquely, not accurately, but densely. Where the arrow fell, the blood flowed like a river.

"Kill, leave no prisoners", Du Hu jumped out of the trench with a lancet, several ups and downs, and killed into the enemy formation. How could the new vassals who had already been shot down by the feathered arrows withstand his mad tiger onslaught, and they retreated downwards one after another. This retreat situation was even more flawed, dozens of double-ring lancets followed Du Hu and stabbed in, and the knife light passed, and the new attached army was cut down.

Another battalion of new troops rushed up to respond, and before they could get close to the front army, there was a terrifying creaking sound in their ears, and dozens of iron projectiles were shot out by improvised trebuchets made of bamboo with the creaking sound, and the smoke of gunpowder covered the entire battlefield.

In the afternoon, thousands of corpses lay under the thorn village. The centurion who led the team was beheaded by Zhang Zhensun five or six, and the thorn village did not move.

Du Hu, the commander of the second standard of the Broken Army, waited quietly on the gentle slope of Thorn Ridge with more than 2,000 horses, in front of the trenches, the newly dug soil exuded a fragrance, and a few birds and birds who did not know whether they were alive or dead took advantage of the calm before the war to fall, looking for insects and newly germinated grass seeds on the newly turned soil not far away.

Farther away, there were corpses, covered in the coats of the Yuan army, with skin and hair, but they clearly told Du Hu that they were Song people, maybe half a year or a year ago, they were still companions who fought side by side with Du Hu.

Wen Tianxiang's order to the second target was to defend the thorn ridge for three days, and quickly break away after defeating the arrogance of the Mongolian army, which was already the afternoon of the next day, two days and one night, countless soldiers of the new annexed army were driven up the hillside by the Mongols with war swords, and fell under the crossbows of the second standard brothers one after another.

Compared with Zhang Tang's first bid, the second bid of the Broken Army was established in a slightly shorter time. The second target can be entered, and they are all fighters who have been scattered in the anti-Yuan battles in various places. They were able to ignore life when they crawled out of the pile of dead people, but looking at the corpses in front of them, everyone still felt depressed.

Repression, an unspeakable pain. There were 30,000 soldiers of the newly annexed army who were cowering at the foot of the mountain, and no less than 2,000 fell in front of the two armies. And these tens of thousands of people dared to face the fierce crossbows of the captive army, but they did not have the courage to look back at the butcher's knives of the thousands of Mongolian cavalry behind them.

"His grandmother's, bear-like, has the strength to rush up the mountain with her head in her arms, and she turns around and goes desperately with the Tartars", Dutou Wang honestly spat at the bottom of the mountain and scolded from afar. Knowing that the new annexed army under the mountain couldn't hear his "advice", even if he heard it, he didn't have the courage to rebel, but he still couldn't help but scold, expecting that the scolding would wake up the other party suddenly.

"Whew", the sound of the boulder breaking through the air gave him the best answer, the Yuan army's baggage team came up, several assembled small trebuchets were fiercely powerful, and a large stone of more than 100 catties roared down from mid-air, hitting the ground dusty.

Wang Laoshi rolled and fell into the depths of the trench, and the boulder flew directly above him, and the shock brought by the landing made his heart feel weak. A few pieces of minced flesh flew in, the remains of the warriors under his command. A few of the Breaker soldiers who couldn't dodge were hit by the boulders, and before they could snort, they sank into the dirt. Bright red blood spurted out from the cracks in the stone and dirt, staining the earth the same color as the clouds.

After a wave of boulders, the sound of footsteps came from below. Under the coercion of the Mongol warlords, thousands of soldiers of the new annexed army poured up the hillside and stepped on the corpses of their comrades. Hearing the shouts of killing approaching, Wang Laoshi grabbed his crossbow and jumped up, and the new annex soldiers who rushed in front of him fell down.

"Stretched", another round of arrow rain. The white carving feathers were instantly dyed red by blood. The uncontrollable body fell unwillingly, and the slanting sun of spring lazily hit the faces of the dying people, giving them the last trace of human warmth.

Next to the trenches, on the hillside, Song people wearing different colors of clothing fell alternately. The charging team slowly approached its target after giving hundreds of lives.

Several fist-sized iron bumps flew out of the layers of trenches and landed at the stormtroopers' feet. Explode and explode a bright firework in the sun.

With a slight blush of annoyance and anger on his face, Wang honestly wound it quickly, sent a crossbow, sent a crossbow, and wound it. The string was not empty, and a long arrow that flew at some point pierced his shoulder socket, and blood poured out through the wire armor, staining half of his arm red.

"Honestly, tell the brothers to shoot leisurely, press down and pull down the Tartar, we don't have many crossbow arrows", Zhang Wanan, who had been promoted to the battalion, ran over and ordered in a low voice. Less than three months after the captives descended the mountain, the baggage battalion desperately rushed to produce crossbow arrows and grenades, but still failed to ensure the basic equipment of the soldiers. The backbone of the first and second bids is the original team of Baizhangling, which is equipped with crossbow battalions respectively. In the third, fourth, and fifth divisions, most of the brothers still use the broadswords and spears that were issued when they were newly annexed.

"I know, when the sun goes down, I'll take people to walk among the corpses and fight for the particles to return to the warehouse", Wang honestly agreed, raised his crossbow, and shot over a new general of the attached army who was hiding behind the charging team. The new annex army, which was already afraid of the enemy, lost its backbone, screamed miserably, and retreated like a tide, and the overseers behind slashed several with large blades, but still couldn't stop the decline.

Taking advantage of the confusion of the people and horses at the foot of the mountain, the Breakers set up a simple bomb thrower made of bamboo, ignited several grenades, and ejected them. The smoking grenade fell into the enemy formation at the bottom of the mountain, and the Mongolian trebuchet, which had just been in power, took a few bullets and burst into green smoke. Before the Mongols could put out the fire, several more grenades flew and sent the trebuchet into the air.

Du Hu, the commander of the second standard, jumped on the earthen wall, pulled out the battle flag of the Broken Army, shook it in mid-air, and made a provocative gesture.

"Surnamed Du, don't let Lao Tzu catch you", at the foot of the mountain, Page Mi was so angry that his eyes were on fire, he pulled out his scimitar and cut the stump in front of him in half with one knife.

The opposite side is not the main force of Wen Tianxiang's department, and the number of people on the opposite side is definitely less than three thousand, and the page that has fought for half a lifetime can judge the number of enemy troops from the density of crossbow arrows. But it was these less than 3,000 men and horses that firmly kept the more than 50,000 troops out of the Thorn Ridge. In the past two days, Tan Yingdou's men and horses have been defeated, most of the casualties of Zhang Zhensun's troops have been killed, and even Yang Xiaorong, the general of the new annexed army that Ye Temi admires the most, did not implement the Haikou he boasted of, rushed up with thousands of "dead soldiers", and then fled faster than the forward rush.

"Page, page handsome, let the Mongolian army go, the opponent is too hard, we can't do it", Yang Xiaorong covered his swollen face that was beaten by Page and begged like pity.

As an old vassal who had been following behind Page Mishi for a long time, the soldiers under Yang Xiaorong's command had much higher combat effectiveness than the other two new vassals. But the small broken army on the mountain beam in front of him made Yang Xiaorong dare not fight again. From yesterday to now, Yang Xiaorong dares to guarantee that the casualty ratio between his own side and the other party is far higher than five to one.

"Hmph", Page Mi sneered and waved the order flag in his hand.

After two days and one night, the officers and men of the Mongolian army, who had watched the lively scene for two days, stood up from the shade of the trees, unhurriedly sorted out the team, and checked the armor, swords, and arrows.

There was a tremor in the earth, and more than a thousand war horses and more than 500 Mongolian warriors rushed up the hillside along the route opened up by the corpses of the newly attached army. In the smoke and dust, crossbow arrows shuttled back and forth, from time to time people fell off their horses, and from time to time war horses fell to the ground.

After three shots, the Mongol warrior, who had crossed the gentle slope, drew his scimitar behind his back and jumped off his horse. The front is no longer suitable for war horses to run, but the front is only more than two hundred steps away from the trench of Thorn Village.

The Mongols rushed into the trenches on a run, one after the other.

In the sunlight, the bloodthirsty blade reflected a faint pink, slicing through the wind and slicing into the body in front of it.

The sound of the bowstring was noisy, accompanied by the sound of the strings of a song, and the blood slowly merged into a stream, which flowed down the hillside and flowed down.

Smoke and clouds flew, and countless souls dissipated in the wind.

When the sound of the horses' hooves faded and the bowstrings slowly stopped, so that the smoke and dust slowly dispersed, the slanting sun had already set behind the clouds in the west.

Like a golden streamer, condensed on a broken battle flag.

The arrogant battle flag of the Broken Army was planted in place, and countless corpses were stacked around it.

A Broken Army soldier rose from the pile of dead men and held on to the battle flag.

Blood flowed from wounds on his body, large and small.

The soldier rubbed the flagpole, suddenly cracked his mouth, smiled, and showed a mouthful of snow-white teeth on his smoky face.

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