"Put!" Almost at the same time as Halu was hit by the arrow, Liu Shiyong's order also reached the front of the formation, and the crossbowmen in the front row heard the order, and as soon as the hand that pulled the bowstring was released, thousands of feather arrows pierced the air and flew towards their respective targets.

Before the obstacle, a group of cavalry of nearly 100 people fell almost instantly, most of them had a few arrows stuck in their bodies, and the remaining more than ten horsemen hurriedly urged the horses to turn back, and the second round of arrow rain caught up, and in less than a moment, there were only hundreds of ownerless war horses left in front of the formation.

"Stop, stop, just wait to shoot people, don't even let go of horses, such a good war horse, Baiyan can't buy it!" Liu Shiyong's tone carried a sense of hatred for iron and steel, the Great Song Dynasty was too short of horses, but the Mongols were so rich that one person had two horses or even three horses.

Seeing that the enemy was completely annihilated, Liu Shiyong ordered the whole army to sit down and rest, and only sent about 100 people to clean up the battlefield and collect those war horses. The golden pheasant slave looked excited, she not only shot Haru today, but the third arrow also went straight to the throat and took the life of a Mongolian cavalryman.

Watching thousands of people sit down with cheers and cheers, everyone was excited. Liu Yu was not very happy, this was just a small team that rushed to the front of the formation by mistake, and it was likely that there was a cavalry of more than 1,000 people behind them.

Just before this formation, the hundred-man team slaughtered at least a thousand routs, and the dense corpses on the ground made his stomach churn for a while, and he hurriedly ran to a place where no one was there and threw up a tree.

"Brother Yu, drink this, it won't be like this in the future." Taking the gourd handed over by the golden pheasant, Liu Yu pulled out the stopper and smelled it, a fragrance of fruit wine, he took a slight sip, and returned it to the golden pheasant.

"It's okay, you'll get used to it, how can you be fine, have you seen blood before?" Liu Yu felt a little ashamed that he was not as good as an underage girl.

"Since I was a child, I have fled since I was a child, and along the way, how many corpses have fallen to the road, and what is the difference between them and those in front." Jin Pheasant Nu said indifferently, she didn't look down on Liu Yu, as a civil official, standing in front of the battle from beginning to end was already amazing.

"Go and ask the men who come with me, who can climb the tree and bring him to me." Liu Yu pointed to a forest on the edge of the camp in the distance, which was the tallest object he could see with the naked eye.

The golden pheasant slave said "um" and turned and walked away. Liu Yu walked towards the military formation, he had some ideas, and he wanted to consult with Liu Shiyong.

Nine teams of 100 people had gathered around the stinging Shuangri Dayan, and several hundred households were surrounding him, laughing and talking loudly unscrupulously, but he himself was faintly worried. In order to raise the horsepower, the entire thousand-man team dismounted, and the thorn also stood on a high place, and from time to time put his hands on the pergola and looked ahead.

Haru is not only his favorite general, but also the best brother, but it is a chase game, the opponent has no power to resist, Haru, the strongest team of 100 people in the Ulu Ubu, will have an accident? Suddenly the thorn will never believe it, could it be that this stupid man has rushed over his head with meritorious service?

"Thousands of households, Halu and his subordinates, all of them are dead." The scout who had been released ran back panting, stopped his horse and jumped down on one knee, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he almost fainted at the sound of a sting.

"What's going on, make it clear." Suddenly, he lifted the collar of the scout, and the spit in his mouth almost sprayed him in the face.

"There are too many Song people, I didn't dare to get too close, when I saw it, the Song people were cleaning the battlefield, they cut off the heads of Baihu and his subordinates, and hung them on the pillars." Hearing what the scout said, several hundred households immediately blew up, although it was not without casualties, but this was the first time that a team of 100 people disappeared silently.

Suddenly he kicked away the scout, and in the noisy noise of a crowd, he calmed down, and he knew the combat power of the Haru Hundreds. This can only show that the Song people have been prepared and are no longer lambs to be slaughtered.

"Shut up." The whip in the hand of the stinger spun flexibly in the air, making a "pop" sound, and the surrounding hundreds of households stopped and looked at him.

"The Song people are in front, they are cunning, fierce, and they are no longer as casual as yesterday to be slaughtered by you. If you don't cheer up, the end of that stupid man in Haru will be your result. Suddenly, he glanced at it and found that several hundred households were unconvinced.

"Now I command you to deal with them as they do to the beasts of the steppe, without any negligence, and I do not want to see anyone's head hung again." After speaking, under the order of the sudden stab, several hundred-man teams began to set off, and several teams of scouts left the brigade and took the lead in the dust.

Li Shiyi was trying to climb a tree, and in order to reduce his weight, he took off his armor and wore only a short brown. A telescope is hung around his neck, and a walkie-talkie is pinned to his waist. He used his hands and feet together, and his speed was very fast, and when he saw that the figure under his feet had become smaller, he straddled a branch.

"It's timely, it's timely, my subordinate Li Shiyi has reached the highest place, this clairvoyant mirror is really easy to use, you can see far away, and you can finish speaking." Li Shiyi was very surprised by what he saw through the telescope, and the movements within a radius of dozens of miles were in his eyes.

"Very good, pay more attention to the direction of the upper reaches of the river, and don't ignore the woods, be careful yourself, don't speak loudly, finish speaking." Liu Yu was standing behind a low wall made of stones piled up in the camp, which was not long enough to block the dock behind him.

The transportation on the docks continued, and the grain ships were filled and immediately departed. The remaining sergeants were less than 3,000, and most of the officers left with the ship, and only Liu Shiyong and Su Liuyi remained at the command level. There were less than a thousand crossbowmen behind the low wall, and Hu Sanxing was also sent to his boat by Liu Yu.

Looking at the dead eyes of Halu on the pillar in the distance, the fire in his heart suddenly rose up, and the camp of the Song people was empty, and there was no one to see. Suddenly stabbing forced his anger with reason, but he was still ready to wait for the other two centurians who went around to the back.

Suddenly, a sharp whistle sounded in the sky, the same sound that was commonly used in the tribe. Suddenly Thorn no longer hesitated, waved his hand, and the two hundred-man teams behind him urged forward, forming a long horizontal column, searching and moving forward.

"By chance, hundreds of Tartar cavalry have begun to approach the camp, and there are also hundreds of people on the other side, showing a trend of encirclement, and the words are finished." Hearing Li Shiyi's report, Liu Yu's head was big for a while, hundreds of people, whether it was nine hundred or three hundred, the difference was big. In order to confuse the enemy, the people behind the low wall were lying on the ground, and they were not allowed to show their heads without orders.

All the way to the pillar where the head was hung, the attacking hundred-man team found no trace of the Song people. The leader of the hundred households turned around and gestured to the thorn, who nodded and motioned for him to continue entering.

"It's timely, the Tartar is close to the trap, finish speaking." Li Shiyi's voice sounded again, Liu Yu snorted at Liu Shiyong, and Liu Shiyong whispered an order: "Crossbowmen prepare." More than 1,000 people immediately drew their feather arrows and put them on the strings.

Suddenly, a "plop" sound sounded outside the low wall, which was the Tartar cavalry stepping on a trap dug by the Song army. According to Liu Yu's construction, because the time was too tight, the pits were neither deep nor wide, and Liu Yu only wanted to use them to delay the cavalry's movements and prevent them from rushing up smoothly.

"Get up and kill the Tartars." Liu Shiyong shouted, took the lead in standing up, raised the divine arm bow in his hand, glanced at it slightly, and shot out with a "bang". He didn't look at the results of the battle, he stood upright on the ground, stretched out his right foot and stepped on the front ring, and put a crossbow arrow in his hand into the string hole.

The golden pheasant slave stood up almost at the same time, the longbow in his hand shook slightly, and a feathered arrow flew out, and he saw a cavalryman who was just about to get up clutch his chest and fall. With a flash of his eyes, another feathered arrow quickly stepped up, and with a twist of his bow-wielding hand, it was already aimed at another Tartar cavalryman.

Seeing more than half of the more than 200 casualties under his nose, and suddenly his heart was dripping blood, he finally understood why the Halu Hundred was completely wiped out. Pursing his lips and waving his hand without looking back, the three centuriens behind him began to move forward in formation.

"Be careful, the Tartar rear team has moved, more than the previous time, and the words are finished." Li Shiyi reported what he saw in time, and Liu Yu, who did not stand up, did not reply, he picked up an arrow beside him, wrapped the torn rag around the tip of the arrow, and then poured fire oil on it.

The three hundred-man team had already passed through the trap area, and no one looked at the troubled colleagues, and while urging the horses, they opened their riding bows, but in a moment, the first rain of arrows had already rushed to the low wall, and only a muffled snort was heard, and the Song army began to suffer casualties. The Mongols shot accurately, and many Song troops fell with their eyes covered.

The two hundred-man teams on the other side also pressed up, because the Mongols fired faster, the Song army, which was originally superior in numbers, was actually suppressed, and seeing the increase in casualties, Liu Shiyong was also a little anxious. On the dock behind, the rest of the sergeants stopped carrying and stared blankly.

"Pheasant slave!" Liu Yu shouted, pulled the golden pheasant slave down, handed her the arrows soaked in fire oil, took out the matches himself, and lit the rags. The golden pheasant nodded, and slammed to his feet, and the rocket flew off the string and shot into one of the ground, and the flames ignited the pre-sprinkled oil and burned the wood in the camp, and the fire spread rapidly.

After a while, the whole camp was on fire, the choking smoke screen spread over the low wall, the Song army all bowed down, the Tartar cavalry outside screamed loudly, and more cavalry continued to rush forward fearlessly, one after another jumped over the low wall.

"Hold the blade, follow so-and-so!" The voice of Su Liuyi sounded, and a figure flew out, and the bending knife in his hand turned half a circle in the air, cutting the body of a cavalryman, and the blood flew out of a gorgeous rainbow. More Song soldiers threw down the bows and crossbows in their hands, drew their short blades and rushed towards the tartars, even Liu Yu knew. Once these cavalry are allowed to charge, they will not be able to resist.

"the guys, kill the Tartars!!" Seeing this, the porters standing on the dock all picked up their weapons and rushed to the side of the low wall. The golden pheasant slave took out a short blade from his waist and threw it to Liu Yu, still holding a big bow himself, shooting a feather arrow from time to time.

"Burst in, follow me and crush them!" Seeing that the fire began to decrease, he bit his lower lip fiercely, pulled out his scimitar with a "poof", waved it in the air, and ran to the camp that was still burning.