Thunder (9)

The enemy cavalry was two hundred and fifty paces apart, and the long knife in Chen Hangyan's hand quickly slashed downward. Five thousand cavalrymen jumped on horseback at the same time, divided into four horizontal columns according to the formation, and rushed down like a torrent.

Billowing smoke and dust flew into the air behind the horse's hooves, like an angry dragon that had broken free from its shackles.

The Mongol cavalry who rushed forward were shocked when they saw their opponents suddenly launch, they were all veterans of horse warfare, and they knew that there would be a big difference in speed between them because of the different terrain. But at this point, retreating is to die, and you have to desperately knock the horse's belly to squeeze out the last trace of the mount's potential.

The horses were in pain and let out a series of roars, and several echelons of Mongolian cavalry suddenly accelerated, and the smoke and dust covered the sky and the sun, and transformed into blue wolves in mid-air.

Just as the dragon and the wolves were about to collide, a sudden change occurred, and hundreds of iron pipes suddenly appeared on the ground between the two armies, and then only a thunderclap was heard, and puffs of green smoke came out of the mouth of the iron pipes, and then, a huge force will knock the Mongolian warriors off their horses head-on.

The Breaker Musketeers worked in groups of three, crawling through the trenches and firing in turns. The mud from the horses' hooves almost hit them in the face, but no one climbed out of the trenches and fled.

The sudden change knocked the Mongol warriors to a terrible beat. The freshly assembled attack phalanx was scattered again, and after three volleys, the horse team advanced less than forty paces, leaving hundreds of corpses in its path.

Before the Mongol warriors could recover from the sudden blow, hundreds of smoke-emitting grenades were thrown at the Mongol horses.

"Ahh The Mongol warrior screamed in terror in his throat, but he could not dodge it, and could only be carried by his war horse and rushed to death.

"Boom!" Hundreds of puffs of black smoke rose upwards, and the Mongol warriors who had rushed through the Tiger Cannon blockade were once again devastated, muskets and grenades tearing a huge gap in the middle of their attack procession, and the corpses of men and horses fell to the ground in the gap.

The Mongol warriors who participated in the attack involuntarily slowed down their advance, and some of them took their horses and tried to take out their bows and arrows to return fire. At this fatal moment, the cavalry of the first echelon of the captives jumped over the trench with their horses and crashed into the Mongol attack sequence.

"Ping", two torrents in different directions collide together.

The iron cavalry of the first echelon of the captive army penetrated the opponent directly, and the next wave of Mongolian cavalry collided with it. Behind them, the broken Mongol cavalry attack line was cut into countless sections, and in the blink of an eye, it was swallowed up by the iron cavalry of the next echelon of the broken army.

The wind, mixed with the sound of blood spurting out of the body, spread throughout the field.

Thousands of households Meng He was dumbfounded, and the world in front of him was instantly filled with blood. The firearms disrupted the Mongol warriors' attack echelon, but the iron cavalry of the Breaker Army smashed down like a wave.

If you lose in one move, you lose in one move. Cavalry attacks are based on formation and speed, and cavalry that has lost its speed and confused its formation can only be slaughtered by the opponent.

The second echelon of Mongolian warriors was completely annihilated, and the third echelon collided with the first echelon of the Broken Army, and was knocked out of a big hole. Immediately afterwards, the follow-up cavalry of the Broken Army rushed in from the mouth in order, widening the blood-colored gap more and more. Suddenly, the third echelon of the Mongol warriors collapsed, and the defeated soldiers were chased by the iron cavalry of the Broken Army, crashing into their own fourth echelon.

The fourth echelon was scattered in the blink of an eye.

"Rush up, rush up, and retreat is death!" After witnessing the collapse of three echelons in succession, thousands of households Meng He finally woke up from the sudden blow and shouted in despair.

"Backwards are death!" This big truth is more effective than any morale-boosting rhetoric, and the cavalry fights extremely fast, often in the middle of two horses and one wrong pedal. When attacking and turning back, the speed of the war horse cannot be increased, which is equivalent to giving life to the opponent to slaughter.

In the face of the threat of death, the Mongolian warriors, who had been beaten stupidly, regained their strength. Meng He joined the battle group with all the samurai, and those who escaped from under the broken saber by luck and the samurai who were about to evacuate with their horses also rushed forward with wild shouts.

In the melee, the neatly formed broken army was like a ploughshare. The Mongol army huddled together was like a hard rock in the field.

Most of the Mongol warriors were short and stout in stature, with a lateral development. Their weapons are also commensurate with their body shape, as a kind of scimitar with a forward center of gravity and a length of about three feet. This scimitar, which has been handed down from the Western Regions, wields very smoothly on horseback, and can maximize its power by relying on the effect of shifting the center of gravity in the moment of slashing.

The saber now used by the cavalry of the Breaker Army was different from the double-ring broken blade used by the infantry, with a slender blade that was slightly curved outward, and a thin back. It doesn't look like it's focused, and it's not suitable for frontal slashing at all. (Drunkard's note: Xuefeng knife, invented by Peng Xuefeng, commander of the Eighth Route Army) is very convenient to dance, as light as a horse whip.

Thousands of households did not know that the cavalry sabre of the Broken Army was the pinnacle of metallurgy and metal forging in this era, and with experience, he quickly adjusted his tactics. Order a few stout centurions to lead a cavalry squad to meet the enemy separately and destroy the formation of the captives with great courage.

This is a good contingency strategy, at this moment the cavalry of the Breaker Army has taken advantage of the speed, if the Mongol warriors want to achieve the predetermined battle goal, they can only sacrifice most of their brothers, rely on brute force to entangle the opponent, delay time, and fight to the north side to serve as the main attack, and the 10,000-strong team joins.

"Ahh His figure was burly and his strength was strong, and this knife was full of strength to cut the cavalry of the Broken Army on the opposite side into two pieces with a knife.

The oncoming cavalry of the Broken Army refused to collide with him, and at the last moment, his body deviated, avoiding the scimitar of the Mongol warrior, and the speed of the man and the horse did not stagnate, and he swept directly past the Mongol samurai. In the moment when the two of them staggered, the blade of the saber slipped through the leather armor of the Mongolian warrior.

The leather armor that could resist the long-distance shooting of feather arrows was cut out of a hole more than a foot long like a whackt, and blood spurted out. The centurion Chaolu couldn't believe the facts in front of him, threw down the scimitar, and reached out to cover the wound, but saw that the blood was surging faster and faster, and in an instant the whole war horse had been dyed red.

Chaolu felt a sense of relief in his heart, his body was warm, and the whole person floated up and floated into the sky. The surrounding water and wilderness turned into meadows and bubbles (lakes) in an instant, and countless white sheep roamed in the sea of grass.

His body fell from his horse's back, and dozens of warhorses galloped past, trampling his flesh into the dirt.

On the nameless hillside, the Iron Cavalry of the Broken Army swept through the opponent like a sudden flood, sweeping away all living creatures in front of them. The same 5,000-strong Mongol warriors gradually turned into stones rolling in the flood, driftwood in the flood, dead branches and leaves, dust and sand, and sank underwater.

The five Mongol thousand-man team collapsed in a blink of an eye, and the warriors had fought for half their lives, and they had never encountered the Song army that dared to attack on horseback with them, nor did they expect that there would be such a strange cooperation between the cavalry and the infantry. What I didn't expect was that the seemingly narrow and thin saber in the enemy's hand actually had such a great attack power.

The kind of saber that is narrower than a sword is indeed not suitable for hard slashing, but combined with the speed of a war horse, it is a giant scythe that harvests life. As long as it touches it, it can cut a large hole more than a foot long, and no matter how thick the leather armor is, it can't stop it. The injured person has little chance of feeling pain, and the blood from the whole body will run dry from the wound.

The Iron Cavalry of the Breaker Army wielded their blades, cutting, chipping, and pumping, and slaughtered the enemy with impunity. I didn't care if it was due north, there was a team of 10,000 people rapidly approaching me.

The veteran Talai, who was in charge of the roundabout attack, was completely enraged, and the sight of his people wailing and rolling under the broken sabers made him lose the calm that a military general should have. Waving the flag frantically, he ordered his 10,000-strong team to be escorted.

"Kill the Southern Barbarians, rush up, don't leave a single one!" The hitchhiker roared like a bear that had been poked in the guts.

The Mongol cavalry was invincible, and after decades of service, he had never seen the Mongol army slaughtered like a sticky fish on a chopping block in front of him. More than 10,000 Mongol cavalry rushed to the last barrier of the cavalry of the Broken Army, the wild forest. The sparse trees could not slow down the cavalry, and the red-eyed Mongol warriors rushed faster and faster.

The sound of horses' hooves was like thunder, advancing from afar. The earth trembled, and the trees and weeds swayed back and forth as if they had been caught in a storm.

Unmoved by the prestige of the Mongol army, the Iron Cavalry of the Broken Army continued to massacre the remnants of Meng He, who had become a defeated army, in an orderly manner. In the infantry trenches, the musketeers jumped out, collected their guns, sorted out the bullets and gunpowder, and ran to their horses.

"Hurry up, don't let them escape!" In the distance, Talai roared, he finally understood what "despicable" means the Breakers had used, eating almost as many Mongol cavalry as he did.

"Woo-oh---!" Mongolian warriors sound trombones. The four hooves of the war horse under the crotch soared into the air, increasing the speed to the limit.

Suddenly, the few Mongol warriors who had rushed to the front stopped shouting. Their bodies stopped, then moved on. The head and half of the neck flew up and flew into the air.

More than a dozen Mongolian warriors were beheaded at the same time, and there seemed to be an invisible knife in mid-air, brutally harvesting lives.

The headless corpse ran wildly for more than twenty steps before it fell. The cavalry that followed could not figure out what was ahead, and desperately reined in the horses, but the horses could not stop in an instant, neighing, and carrying them to death.

Some rushed to the same position and had their heads cut off, while others got lucky enough to rush through the woods. Some jumped off their horses to escape the touch of the hand of death, but were trampled to death by their own companions with the hooves of their horses.

Hundreds of samurai died one after another, and the speed of the cavalry slowed down slightly.

There were no enemies in front of them, there were dozens of headless corpses everywhere, the Mongolian horses snorted uneasily on the ground, and the cavalry on horseback had pale faces, looking at the strange phenomenon in front of them, and a chill rushed from the top of their heads to their feet.

"Ghost!" Someone clutched his chest in panic. Before coming south, the amulet that the lama had asked for was still there, but he did not provide any blessing to everyone.

Could it be that even Changshengtian was tired of killing and refused to bless the Mongols anymore?

The trees rattled and rattled, and there was no wind, but the trees swayed back and forth as if swept by a storm. Finally, a small tree with a thick bowl mouth could not resist the vibration and broke with a clatter. The upper half of the trunk flew out of the distance, but as if it had been pulled by someone, it flew back and smashed at the Mongolian warriors.

The samurai instinctively hid to the sides and killed, there was nothing to fear for them. But fighting against gods and demons did not raise the courage to raise the courage.

Talai stepped forward and slashed the trunk of the tree with a flying sword. Half of the tree trunk lost power, and after smashing several samurai, it fell into the crowd, and the remaining ruler long trunk flew back upside down, circled the tree circle, and fell to the ground with a "pop".

It was too late, but it was too late, and outside the woods, hundreds of soldiers of the Broken Army suddenly surged, holding steel crossbows, and they were shooting indiscriminately. The frightened Mongol army was caught off guard and was in disarray.

The Mongol warriors who had already rushed through the woods were immediately the ghosts of the arrows, and the crossbowmen of the Broken Army had been in ambush for a long time, and they were the best targets for shooting if they were alone.

Without waiting for any reaction from the Talai, dozens of grenades smoked and threw into the stagnant horse carath, and the Mongols were startled and pushed each other, but there was nowhere to dodge. The overly dense formation allowed the grenade to exert its maximum power, and in an instant, hundreds of samurai were injured and fell from their horses.

"Back off, back off!" Old Tarai shouted loudly, and he finally realized that he had been fooled. The Breaker Army that had blocked him before was simply showing weakness, and there was a huge trap hidden in the woods in front of him, like a demon's open mouth, waiting for his 10,000-strong team to fall into.

He wouldn't do such a stupid thing. Risking the embarrassment of being ridiculed by his colleagues, Talai commanded a team of 10,000 men to quickly retreat. The leaves of the trees fluttered in the forest, as if to mock Talai's timidity.

"Grenadier!" Zhang Bo measured the distance of the enemy army and calmly ordered.

The Breaker soldiers who were acting as the blockade set up their grenades, which were improvised with tree branches, lit the grenades, and threw them as fast as they could.

The grenade killed dozens of Mongolian cavalrymen, and the smoke and dust from the explosion shrouded the woods at the same time, and the Mongolian cavalry, who suffered a big loss, tried to counterattack with their cavalry bows, but could not see the direction of the target, so they could only shoot indiscriminately at the woods.

One by one, the horses were brought down by grenades, and the Mongol warriors crowded each other, retreating farther and farther away, gradually withdrawing from the range of the grenadiers. The Breaker soldiers who were the blockade put down their grenadiers and lit the dead grass they had gathered.

The weeds in the forest were all on fire, and soon they became a fiery dragon. Outside the woods, the veteran Talai had no choice but to bypass the woods and make a detour farther away. There were many roads leading to the hillside, and he couldn't let a whole team of 10,000 people go to death inexplicably.

As for the thousands of households Meng He and the five thousand troops under his command, Talai could only pray to the Immortal Heaven to bless them and hold on until reinforcements arrived.

Zhang Bo, the commander of the third regiment who served as the blocking task outside Lin Ziwai, sneered, jumped on his war horse, and slowly retreated with the cavalry. On the hillside, the musketeers who had remounted their horses gathered with them and withdrew from the battlefield.

They didn't go to support Chen Hangyan, in fact, Chen Hangyan didn't need any support at this moment.

Thousands of households have become trapped beasts in cages, and there are less than twenty Mongolian warriors around them, and all of them are injured. On the outskirts of the hillside, there were scattered several small groups of Mongolian warriors who had been overwhelmed, each with more than 100 people, but as if they had lost their souls, they wandered outside the battle group, and they did not dare to come forward to rescue their commander.

"Order the brethren to stop the pursuit, and the regiment and the guard battalion to clear the battlefield and look for our fallen brothers. The second regiment and the baggage battalion collected the war horses that could be used. Chen Shuang, lead a team of cavalry and bring me that guy's head! Chen Hangyan was outside the battle circle, and shouted arrogantly.

The herald sent Chen Hangyan's order with suona and flags. On the battlefield, the cavalry of each team stopped the one-sided slaughter of the remnants of the Mongol soldiers, and methodically approached the place where Chen Hangyan's handsome flag fluttered.

Some of the cavalry led the ownerless horses less than a hundred paces away from the Mongol warriors, and some jumped off their horses and looked through the corpses and seriously wounded on the ground one by one. When he found someone wearing the chain mail of the Broken Army, he lifted it up and put it on the back of the war horse and pulled it away. When they saw a living Mongolian warrior, they mended their thighs and shoulder sockets.

The remnants of the Mongols on the battlefield watched them do so, and did not dare to do anything to stop them. As soon as the soldiers of the Broken Army approached, the remnants of the soldiers instinctively ran into the distance.

The Breaker soldiers shook their heads, no longer treating the remnants of the Mongols as living creatures. They were able to assure that after this battle, the remnants of the soldiers would not be able to face the Breaker Banner again for several years.

Chen Shuang took more than 30 horsemen and circled around Meng He's personal soldiers. Like a heald, each turn, several Mongol cavalrymen were stripped under their horses.

"Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo!" Thousands of households Meng He sounded the horn again, and asked for help from the 10,000-person team that was the main attack on the north side, as well as another 10,000-person team who came from afar. At this moment, his eyes were full of despair.

Chen Hangyan waved his saber impatiently, and the fierce Chen Shuang ended the game, brandished a double iron hammer, and killed Meng He.

Thousands of households threw away the horn and waved his knife at Chen Shuang.

The scimitar collided with the iron mace, making a piercing sound of gold and iron. Meng He felt that as soon as the tiger's mouth was hot, the weapon flew into the blue sky. Then, he saw an iron shovel swept towards his chest.

Several Mongol warriors around him tried to come to the rescue, but the soldiers of the Broken Army dismounted from their horses. Meng He instinctively reached out to protect his chest, but there was a sharp pain in his wrist. Then there are the lungs, and then there is the heart. He felt himself out of breath, opened his mouth, tried to breathe, but saw blood spurting out of his mouth like a fountain.

Then, he was swept under the horse by Chen Shuang with an iron shovel. After a few horses had run, he was nowhere to be seen on the hillside, except for the mount that had escaped death, wailing lonely, and lowering its head to sniff the unrecognizable corpse.

"To the south, to the south, sweep the remnants of the army, and organize the ranks between the marches!" Chen Hangyan shouted loudly on horseback, and led the cavalry to turn the horse's head and roll towards the Mongolian warriors who had survived the battlefield. Those Mongol warriors had already become frightened birds, and when they saw the large number of men and horses coming, they forgot that they had occupied the advantage of the terrain at this moment, and also forgot that the reinforcements were already close at hand, and desperately fought their horses and fled into the distance.

The soldiers of the Broken Army laughed, supported the wounded, and put their fallen comrades on horseback, and quickly retreated to the south.

On the battlefield, the remnants of the Mongol warriors watched in a daze as the captive army fled from the trap, not daring to stop or chase them, and stood on their horses one by one in despair.

Near the remnants of more than 1,000 soulless troops, there were also the corpses of Mongolian cavalry.

Smoke billowed and wildfires continued to burn, winds blew through the trees, and a few thin wires made whimpering chords.

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