Once upon a time, these Seljuk soldiers and horses also swept in all directions, killing one enemy after another, and at that time, whether it was a 'brother' of the same faith or a pagan in the West, they were all so vulnerable in front of them.

Now, their roles have changed.

The Song army led by Li Yanxian defeated the Seljuks in an uncovered wilderness with a strong combat force in the absolute sense.

Of course, the Seljuks could also put the blame for the defeat on the Sikhalas.

As long as they can convince their hearts!

"Kill!"

A tiger roared, as if a thunderclap sounded out of thin air.

Maktoum didn't even dare to turn his head back, and fled, just looking at the west.

And when he was frightened for a while, and then thought about the Sikala who had just saved his life, Maktoum looked back and saw only a team of wolf-like Saibei rangers!

They are not Song Jun in the traditional sense.

Although they are very skilled in riding, some can even shoot arrows on horseback. However, in addition to the unique talent of the nation on horseback, whether it is the armor rate, or the discipline of the soldiers, or the physical fitness of the individual soldiers, they are all completely inferior to the genuine Song army.

The Bianjing Armament Supervisor is already building plate armor, even if it is only a prototype and lacks experience, the texture is far inferior to the European counterpart three or four hundred years later, and there is still a big difference from the bright and gorgeous plate armor imagined by later generations. But even so, the sergeant in the armor stood still in the clearing, allowing the nomads of the northern part of the country to ride their horses close to a distance of thirty or twenty paces, and the latter's bows could not penetrate the armor.

This is of course because the people of Saibei are far from being able to ride their bows to the extreme. Later generations accompanied the Mongols to dominate the Eurasian continent of the riding bow, now it is only a hunting trick in the hands of the Mughal people, the production technology of the first bow is poor, the quality of raw materials is not high, and the final product is naturally not much better.

But what about plate armor?

For the weapons supervisor of the Great Song Dynasty, this is also a new thing.

on the battlefield. On horseback was the Saibei ranger, who was in a frenzy and roaring!

They were all dressed in relatively light cotton armor, which was provided by the Song army. Compared with the iron armor, which is expensive and requires precious military exploits to exchange, cotton armor can be described as high-quality and cheap. It is deeply loved by the nobles of the heads of the northern part of the country.

Therefore, a large number of Saibei rangers exchanged for cotton armor, and a small number of personal guards wore iron armor, which became the standard configuration of various departments in Saibei on the battlefield.

Lightweight cotton armor is very weak against puncture wounds, but it is very protective against slashes and arrows. In addition, they generally cover the cotton armor with a layer of felt, and the protection is even stronger.

At this moment, a large number of Saibei cavalry wearing gray-black felt robes, holding steel knives and spears in their hands, were following a small number of ironclad elite cavalry to slash and kill a Seljuk infantry in front of them. Although Maktoum couldn't see their faces clearly at all from a distance of dozens of paces, Maktoum could clearly feel the murderous gaze.

"Kill them all, kill them all. Kill all the women who want gold and silver! A man from Saibeitou shouted loudly, "Destroy the current thief, women, gold and silver!" ”

And in the shouts and shouts of the leaders and nobles, those Saibei rangers who were already showing their teeth and claws are now even more ferocious.

They swarmed from all over the place, as if in a raging wave, engulfing all the scattered Seljuk infantry.

The brave Saibei Rangers and the Gaochang cavalry fought with the Sikala and Seljuks. A few leaders gathered a limited number of ironclad knights, hanging out of the battle array as the large group of men and horses were slaughtered.

It wasn't until he saw the right time that he invested in one fell swoop, and then he could really break the enemy in one fell swoop.

Just like the Sebei Elite Cavalry who had just defeated Maktoum.

Maktoum didn't dare to delay for a moment, and the critical situation was like an invisible hand, grabbing his neck at once, choking Maktoum out of breath.

The defeated Sikhalas, as well as the Seljuk standing army from Rian, were not enough to fight the Song army's pursuers in terms of morale, combat effectiveness, and numbers.

Otherwise, how could Maktoum, who was in charge of the infantry army, be crushed by the Saibei Rangers?

If the cavalry on both flanks can still maintain the situation, it stands to reason that Maktoum's infantry is the safest place.

"Shoot the arrows, let the arrows go, stop them......"

There were still people in the ranks shouting loudly, trying to organize their defenses and drive out the Saibei rangers who were pouring in from all directions. But how is that possible?

"Formation, formation, formation of spears, formation of spears to block them......"

In the end, Maktoum still failed to escape, because the Song army's iron cavalry, which had been leading the way, entered the battle. The cavalry on both flanks completely collapsed, and its speed was so fast that Maktoum could not escape from the encirclement - he was directly dumpled.

Surrounded by heavenly soldiers and thousands of horsemen, Maktoum's status is almost the highest character in the crowd. It was impossible for him to surrender, and Maktoum, whose family and blood relatives were in Seljuk, would rather die in battle than be taken prisoner, let alone surrender.

With the implementation of the Song army's faith policy in the Eastern and Western Karakhanides, the Zhao official family, thousands of miles away, has become an Ib Shosi in the eyes of countless Heavenly Elders, so not only is it the original sin for the Heavenly People to surrender to the Song People, but now it has become an unforgivable sin for the Heavenly People to be captured.

Maktoum comes from a Seljuk aristocratic family with some roots, and he has to think not only about his own gains and losses, but also about his family!

Looking at Song Jun with his eyes dead, he now had only one thought in his mind, which was to kill as many of them as possible!

"Kill them all, and leave not one behind!"

It's a pity that the Song people didn't leave him much time.

The Mongol cavalry that poured in from all directions did not give him time to pack up the remnants and form a formation, and a large number of heavenly soldiers would certainly resist desperately when they were cornered, but in the face of the Song army's iron cavalry, all resistance seemed very futile.

The screams were endless, and the battlefield was full of celestial soldiers who had been slashed and slashed by their swords.

But even so, the Heavenly Soldiers who were willing to drop their weapons and surrender were only three or four hundred, but they were still greeted with a stab in the head.

"Leave some people to take care of the battlefield. The rest continue to chase—"

The Seljuk soldiers and horses that appeared on the battlefield were a little less than Li Yanxian imagined. The Seljuk army of Thrian sent only 2,000 cavalry, which was too few. Although Li Yanxian couldn't conclude that there must be not many garrisons in Ri'an, no one could erase this idea in his mind.

At least he felt that he would wipe out Ma Heimu, and the city of Rian, which drank horses, would not be hit hard by the Seljuks.

As for the fact that it is difficult to capture Ma Heimu, the thief chieftain, there is no need to mention it again. The most important thing now is that he took people to outside the city of Rian, so that he could show off his might!

As for the reaction of the Seljuks, if you only look at the fighting will of the two thousand Seljuk troops, many things are already counted.