On the official road leading to the direction of Dangtu in the lower reaches of Lugang, the rout army all over the mountains and fields ran as if they were desperate. The group of men and horses at the far back was about five or six hundred men, and unlike the savage-like brigade in front, these people at least had their armor and blades still there, and there was even a standard-bearer dragging a flag.

"Look, the camp is on fire." A sergeant shouted as he pointed behind him. The procession of hundreds of people stopped, turned to look over. One of them was more than six feet tall, wearing fine armor and a colorful iron helmet with a clump of red tassels on the top of the helmet, and looked intently at the place where the fire had started.

"The Tartars are catching up, the brothers of the big camp are fighting with the Tartars, brothers, are there anyone willing to follow Jiang to kill the enemy?" After looking at it for a while, he waved his big hand, and the flag bearer next to him immediately set up the flag that was dragged on the ground, and a big "ginger" word on the flag moved with the wind.

"If a certain person can survive, it is all thanks to the capital, and the left and right are only one death, if there is anything to say, go together, go together." The crowd roared, followed the banner in unison, and ran towards the port.

"I've said it, deputy commander, don't want to scream nonsense." Jiang Dutong smiled and scolded, and rushed to the front in a few big steps, and hundreds of people rolled up a large puff of smoke and dust like the wind.

The battle near the dock was originally dominated by the Song army, and the Tartar cavalry that jumped over the low wall was less than 300 people, but the Song army had nearly 4,000 people.

After the more than 200 new forces suddenly joined, the shape of the shì immediately reversed, and the two hundred-man teams, under the leadership of their own thousand households, first rained arrows, and then split into two strands, cutting into the chaotic battle formation like steel knives.

The Song army on the periphery collapsed first, because there was no command, the infantry who fought with only blood were either shot down or knocked down by the flying horses' hooves, and the screams of their own people spread like a plague, and one after another Song soldiers threw down their blades and began to flee.

The shock formation of the two cavalry chiseled through the entire Song army, and after rescuing the rest of the besieged troops, Liu Shiyong, who was fighting, suddenly felt that the pressure was light, and on the entire battlefield, only his command flag was still erected, and another commander made Su Liu Yizhu support his body with a knife, and he had an arrow stuck in his shoulder, and he had been fighting for a long time, and he was close to losing his strength.

"The Tartar cavalry is coming, and if we don't form a battle to resist, we will all die here today." Liu Shiyong's voice was already hoarse, and the megaphone in his hand was cut out of a gap, but fortunately, he could still speak.

"Hurry up and follow so-and-so!" Liu Yu raised the megaphone and shouted, he was no longer the same as before, because he was too conspicuous, the winged hat on his head had already been grabbed by the golden pheasant slave and thrown to nowhere else, and dozens of accompanying forbidden soldiers surrounded him in the middle.

Liu Yu ran to the obstacle set up earlier with the Song army, which did not flee, because he remembered that there were not only rejected horses, but also five bed crossbows, and everyone knew that life and death were at a leisurely level, regardless of fatigue, some people carried rejected horses, fences, and hundreds of others turned around the huge bed crossbows.

"Why don't you take a boat and go straight away?" The golden pheasant slave approached him and asked in a low voice, in her opinion, Liu Yu's life is the most important, anyway, the goal has basically been achieved, why bother working here.

"I can't get on the boat." Liu Yu shook his head, and through the binoculars, he had already found that all the ships on the dock had already gone offshore, including his own boats, and some of the timid ones had even sailed away.

There were less than 500 people gathered under Liu Shiyong's banner, and many of them were wounded, only about 100 people were holding the bows and arrows they picked up, and most of the rest were holding waist knives and no spears, how to block the impact of the cavalry?

He was so angry that he was about to go crazy, and after regrouping, he found that his thousand-man team was less than four hundred people left, and half of the ten hundred households had been lost. Thinking of the anticipatory gaze of the elders in the tribe, a monstrous hatred rose from the bottom of my heart.

"Immortal Heaven is above, I swore in a daze, if I don't kill all the Song people, let me die here." With that, he cut his fingers with a scimitar and smeared blood on his forehead and cheeks, an ancient ritual of the tribe, which means fighting to the death.

"Fight to the death, fight to the death, kill all the Song people!!" More than 300 cavalrymen raised their blades in unison and shouted loudly. The two days shook and everyone turned their horses' heads and headed towards the dock again.

Seeing his family being chased and killed by the Tartars like pigs and dogs, Li Shiyi, who was on top of the tall tree, was filled with righteous indignation, and wanted to jump down and die in battle.

"It's timely, it's timely, the Tartars are here again, they have rushed across the docks, and they are rushing towards you, and they are finished." Liu Yu heard Li Shiyi's words, looked at the direction of the dock, and from time to time there would be a miserable scream, do you want to perform a crossing here today?

"Brothers, you have also seen that if you don't work together, you will end up like on the docks. The number of Tartars was less than one-twelfth of what I had waited, but they still came overnight. Could it be that my big Song boys are all afraid of death! Liu Yu was a little frustrated, he even opened the golden finger of the fire attack, and the enemy did not collapse? In the end, who is the protagonist.

Hearing Liu Yu's bewitchment, hundreds of people were silent, and the combat power suddenly exploded several levels as he expected, Liu Yu's agitation method had the opposite effect, most of the people here were injured, which one was not the rest of the battle, even Liu Shiyong's face was indignant.

"Since everyone is not afraid of death, let me wait to get up and kill all the Tartars to avenge the brothers who died in battle!" Liu Yu raised his arms and shouted, this time, hundreds of people responded violently, and the shouts of "kill the Tartars" came and went.

"The enemy is near, now listen to my order, the sword player out of the battle, in front, hear a certain password, can retreat. The crossbowmen were prepared, commanded by Liu. Liu Yu unceremoniously took over the command, and according to his order, more than a hundred forbidden troops with hand cards came out of the crowd and formed a circle, blocking the rest of the people, including the bed crossbow.

A team of 100 Tartars who rushed out of the dock had already found the flag that was still fluttering, and in the shouting of the hundred households, they changed the formation, and did not rush to rush into the formation, and shot a rain of arrows from a distance, and the Song army on the periphery raised their cards and blocked most of the arrows, among which there were still some arrows through the gaps, causing slight damage.

Liu Yu was gambling, betting that this group of cavalry did not have many arrows, and after such a long battle, they had not been replenished, and the number of arrows they brought was limited, so they should have used it almost. The threat of the Mongols' cavalry and archery skills was far greater than the impact of the cavalry, and if they had enough arrows, they would not have to fight at all, and the shooting could also kill Liu Yu's gang.

Seeing that the effect was not great, the opponent did not fight back at all, and his own arrows were indeed running out. The hundred households at the head shouted, pulled out their scimitars, and rushed over in the lead. The closer he got to the hundred households, the more drumming in his heart became, and he had already vaguely seen that the Song army was surrounding something. But there was no turning back, and Baihu gritted his teeth and whipped the horse fiercely.

"Steady, steady, don't move, attention, attention, knife player, stand back, knife player, stand back!" The sound of horses' hooves broke through the air, rumbling on the earth, although there were only a hundred people, but there was the momentum of ten thousand horses galloping, Liu Yu faced this kind of formation for the first time, and his palms were sweating.

Nearly a hundred sword players heard Liu Yu's order, immediately contracted, retreated from the gap between the rejected horses behind them, and the crossbowmen put the feather arrows on the strings, slowly pulled them apart, and concentrated on their breath, aiming at the galloping horses in the distance. The distance of hundreds of meters is only a few breaths for the cavalry who run.

"Bed crossbow, put, bow and crossbow ready, wait, wait, okay, crossbowman, put!" Liu Shiyong's hoarse roar sounded. Five iron spear-like crossbow arrows flew out, accompanied by powerful kinetic energy, pulling out bloody paths in the dense cavalry formation.

The first hundred households were heartbroken, he knew the bed crossbow, why was this kind of killing weapon that usually only appeared in the city here, he didn't have time to think about it, a huge crossbow arrow flew almost against his face, and the people behind him were not so lucky, and screams sounded one after another.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a dense rain of arrows flew in front of him, and a crossbow arrow went straight into Baihu's chest, and then came out of his chest, Baihu only felt a sweet taste welling up in his throat, and a large mouthful of blood gushed out, and his hand loosened, and he fell off the mount obliquely.

"Rush over and don't give them a winding effort!" The late arrival of the Misty Thorn keenly seized the opportunity, and he knew that although the bed crossbow was very powerful, it also took a long time to wind, and if he didn't rush at this time, he would waste the sacrifice of the hundred-man team in front of him.

Liu Yu sighed for a while, the Tartar rear team rushed up, but he didn't have time to wind the bed crossbow on his side, the opponent was obviously a veteran general, and he wouldn't give himself this opportunity, the golden pheasant slave next to him had already shot all the arrows he carried, and the rest of the crossbowmen were about the same, he had done his best, was he defeated like this?

"Jiyi, our reinforcements are here, it's our people!" The excited Li Twelve even forgot to say the final remarks, Liu Yu was stunned, and hurriedly raised the telescope in his hand, and sure enough, behind the Tartar cavalry, a group of people rushed over, and the flag of the general was written on a Chinese character.

The reason why the Jiangdu Tongtong pedestrians arrived late was that they found a group of unattended horses, and these more than 100 horses were the trophies captured by the previously eliminated Halu Centurion. In order to ride them, Jiang Du took some effort to control them, so they did not have time to catch up with the battle that took place on the dock.

"Haozhou Jiang is here, Tartar will die!" Jiang Cai, the deputy commander with a spear in his hand, shouted, and with more than 100 horsemen, he cut into the stabbing brigade that was caught in the grapple like a whirlwind from behind, and he was invincible, like a god.