Chapter 283: The Husband is as Great as a God

There was also a thunderous sound of horses' hooves on the north side of the Song military camp, which made Yan Shi's face happy.

From the beginning of the assault to the present, it was actually only a minute or two, but in this minute or two, Yan Shi found that he had fallen into an embarrassment. He drove his men to charge forward in flesh and blood, and the only thing that could cover them was the night itself. However, the new weapons of the Song people were not affected by the night at all, and they were only under the orders of the officers, according to the usual training, and the guns were released forward in rows, and then they retreated and reloaded.

Wu Mu Zero-3 as a firing pistol, in terms of the likelihood of a dud is far lower than that of a flintlock pistol, which they originally used for training, there will always be a dud in every seven shots, and with the current firing pistol, it will only appear once per hundred shots on average. When they fired continuously, two hundred guns were fired at the same time at each shot, and one or two of them were dud, which was negligible.

According to the art of war in the past, there is a saying that "there are only three arrows in battle", after the cavalry begins to charge, no matter how powerful the archer is, he can only shoot three arrows at most, and he has to face the danger of hand-to-hand combat. The rate of fire of muskets is not faster than that of bows and arrows, but because they are platoons of guns, although each gun can only be released once in about fifteen seconds, on average there is a row in five seconds.

The night helped Yan Solidly, and he was secretly glad that if it was daylight, such heavy casualties, he was afraid that his subordinates would have collapsed long ago, just like what had happened on the official road of the Song State during the day. Fortunately, his goal has been achieved, and he has successfully diverted the attention of the Song army, and the attack on Polu's side should be smoother.

Polu also thought the same way, he knew that this was the only chance, if it wasn't for being held by his own soldiers, he would even have to attack the horse himself.

He led the most skilled and elite cowards, each of whom had more than ten years of fighting experience and a resolute character, and even in the fiasco of Taizhuang, they stubbornly retreated.

Battle was one of them, the man had a long scar on his face that almost doubled the size of his mouth, the scar left by his expedition to Khorezm, and he licked his lips without the slightest fear.

"The blue wolf on the prairie never has fear."

He held his own scimitar, which had been given to him by Genghis Khan himself, with which he had cut off hundreds of heads. He lay his body on the horse's back, and he also rose and fell with the horse as he ran under his crotch, and every time he felt the rhythm of this undulation, he felt as if he were lying on top of a muscular woman. He was born on horseback and grew up on horseback, and this war horse was his companion.

A hundred paces away, but a matter of breath, Battle's eyes were fixed on the place illuminated by the lights in front of him, and he let out a hoarse cry.

"Kill!"

Thousands of cowardly Xue and Tanma Chijun shouted at the same time, and they roared like a huge wave breaking through many obstacles, roaring to release their inhibitions.

At this time, a strange trumpet sound came from the Song army's position, as if it was blown out of the lock, and then, the lights in front of the Song army camp lit up in an instant, and pillars of light poked out from a strange lamp, and within ten steps, even if it was two hundred steps away, this light suddenly shone in people's eyes, which was still unbearable.

"What kind of lamp is this?" Battle blurted out as he felt his eyes pierced by the light.

After them, Polu's face was also full of surprise, he was far away and was not affected by the light, but when he saw the originally dark place being illuminated, his heart immediately jumped.

Originally, he wanted to use the cover of night to rush into the Song army camp, as long as he entered, he didn't have to worry about the Song people's cannons and long-range shooting weapons, but now the night was broken, his soldiers were exposed to the light, and those horses couldn't adapt to such a sudden change.

Naturally, Polu and Battle didn't know that this was a new invention from Liuqiu, called a gas lamp. This was originally intended for the depths of the mine or for the night movement of the train, and in order to facilitate the night march and battle, the Guards training team led by Li Ye was also equipped with improved gas lamps, which could shoot light in one direction through the lampshade. Suddenly, more than 30 gas lamps were lit, which was a remarkable change on the battlefield, and the impact of Menghu couldn't help but stagnate.

Rows of thuds followed, and Battle covered his eyes, unable to see what was ahead of him, except that his horse in his crotch suddenly neighed, and then fell to the ground limp. Although the horse had slowed down, the momentum threw him out of the saddle, and he rolled on the ground several times, and the scimitar in his hand was thrown somewhere.

Battle had thought he didn't know what to fear, but now, when it was clear that the snow was shining around him, he couldn't see anything, and all he heard was the thudding sound of life, or the neighing of horses and the screams and moans of his companions. A feeling that had never been felt before rose from the bottom of his heart, and he shivered, only to feel the heat and liquid flowing from under his crotch.

"Ahh He screamed, like the man he had chased and then beheaded, and the voice had changed tone in his ears. He couldn't see, but instinctively turned around, trying to get away from the place where there would be a "thump" sound every few moments.

He wasn't the first Menghu to turn around and run away, but he must have been the luckiest one. The Guards did not have the slightest sympathy or slackness for the confusion of the enemy forces, and if Monhu was the most murderous beast, then they were the most ruthless mechanical butchers. Rows of lead bullets shot out of the Wumu Zero-3 firing pistols with fire and light, and with a scream of revenge for all the plundered and slaughtered, they happily pierced through the layers of armor, tearing out blood flowers on the chests or backs of the warriors of Menghu and the vassal tribes, and harvesting their lives in rows and rows. Battle was defenseless, but the bullets didn't hit him, and in front of and behind him, hundreds of cowards and Tanma Red Army died, but he was unharmed.

I don't know if he tripped over the corpse of a horse or a man, he cried and staggered to the ground, feeling that his end was coming, and that the immortal heaven that had blessed him had now abandoned him. The great fear engulfed him, and he gasped for breath, only to feel an unbearable pain in his chest and abdomen, and then fainted.

"Song Siyi, how is your kid, how many hits?" Shi Dascoo asked Song Siyi, who was also changing bullets, while reloading the gun.

"Three." Song Siyi said simply.

"No fun, I hit at least four." Shi Dasco expertly loaded the bullets, then walked forward quickly, waiting for the order to fire a salvo.

"Blow!" Song Siyi said disdainfully.

Polu had already reacted at this time, the Song people had already prepared for the night attack, but the matter had come to this point, even if he knew that there was an ambush, he could only fight with all his might, otherwise after this rout, I was afraid that they would never have a chance to win.

He also had a worry in his heart, in the battle of Qinglong Fort, he got the news from the Song people, although the Song people used an iron gourd that would explode, which was very powerful and unguardable, but they were not equipped with the current short stick, and although this Song army was equipped with this short stick, they had never seen that kind of iron gourd thrown. Obviously, whether it is the number of Song troops who throw iron melons or this burning stick, they are still limited, and this is his last chance to win. If the Song people were given another three or five years, or even just a year or two, and the Song army was all equipped with such powerful and sophisticated weapons, then the Mongols would no longer be safe even if they retreated to the desert.

If this battle is won, the craftsmen of the Song people are captured, and the samples of this weapon are captured, and they are imitated like the Jin people imitate cannons, and the Mongols will still have a glimmer of life!

"Rush, rush, rush!" He clenched his fists, his head covered in sweat, and his beard was full of rage.

"What did I brag about?" Shi Dasco whistled leisurely, both of them are now promoted, and they are the officers of these two teams, so no one is in charge.

"Blow every time." Song Siyi fired two shots, and then said, "Five." ”

"It's always a bit unpleasant to fight like this, why can't Menghu rush over, look at them, they're all bored." Stone Spoon pretended not to hear, and the speed at which he reloaded his hand increased significantly, and he snorted at the pikemen and heavy shieldmen who had been responsible for protecting them, and these loyal guards looked at them with envy.

"Here we are." Song Siyi raised his chin slightly.

After the sudden light and the storm of lead bullets at the beginning, Menghu had adapted to it, and their first troops were either killed or wounded, leaving a pile of corpses before the two armies, but they did not flinch, on the contrary, there were not many of Menghu who were as frightened as Battle, and they continued to attack the Song army like a tide, this time the platoon of guns failed to completely block them, and more than a dozen horsemen came to the barbed wire fence surrounding the camp, and tried to climb or tear down the barbed wire despite the iron thorns on the barbed wire.

The bored spearmen finally had a place to play, and they were about to string the fish that had slipped through the net, but in the cart behind them, the musketeers standing high above began to shoot, and the scattered Menghu was in an instant corpse under the barbed wire, and the spearmen still found nothing.

In fact, after equipping such a number of rear-loading firing pistols, there was no need for so many pikemen and heavy shieldmen to protect them, so Zhao and Ju would give this guard army two standard auxiliary soldiers out of caution.

"Look, the Mongolian Tartar leader still doesn't know what kind of anger he will become, we can all make a cup of tea and fight while drinking." Shi Dasco nagged: "By the way, Song Siyi, I heard that someone is talking about your daughter-in-law?" ”

The corners of Song Siyi's mouth turned upward, but he didn't take a stubble, but said lightly: "Seven." ”

Just as Shi Dasco guessed, Polu is now completely angry, he was originally a rare rational person among the Menghu magnates, but seeing that his beloved children couldn't even touch the corners of the Song people, they fell in a pool of blood, how to make him not sad and angry.

"Kill, kill!" He roared angrily, pushed away the guards, took back the reins of his horse, and was about to rush forward when the horse was about to rush forward, and immediately another guard came to hug him: "Taishi, Taishi!" ”

"Why not, my father followed Genghis Khan to fight in the north and south, every time he risked the arrows and stones, and when I conquered the barbarians of the Black Water, I also charged ahead!" Polu shouted: "If I don't rush at this time, who will?" ”

"Those enemies are all enemies who compete with our real swords and arrows, these Song people, they use demon methods, Taishi, they use demon methods!" That Menghu didn't care about humility at this time, and shouted loudly, his eyes full of fear: "Taishi, we can't beat it, they will demon the law!" ”

Aside from the demon law, in Menghuna's savage and simple mind, it was impossible to understand what had changed in this world. The Jin State was able to beat the Song State to only half of the country, and they were able to beat the Jin State to almost annihilation, but since they fought with the Song people, they have not had a good time! These Song people, what happened to them that freed them from a position where anyone can be bullied and oppressed?

Polu didn't understand the question, or rather, he didn't want to believe the answer.

At this time, he didn't have time to think about this problem, the general grabbed his arm and yelled in his ear: "Taishi, retreat, retreat, let Yan Shi Palace, we go back, we want wealth, to rob the Jin, to rob the Xia people, to rob the Goryeo, why do you have to come to rob the Song people?" ”

In the eyes of this brave general, Polu saw that extreme fear. This fear, which used to flicker among the tribes conquered by the Mongols, was the most common attitude towards the Mongols, but now it is in the eyes of the Mongols.

Polu turned his head sideways to look at the battlefield again, his raised hand trembling, and then drooped.

If there were casualties, his tens of thousands of troops were still alive, and the casualties were only two or three thousand, and with the tenacity of the Mongols, these casualties were completely bearable. However, he could see that now those cowardly Xue and Tanma Chijun were already frightened, and they no longer had the courage to continue to attack the Song army. Although the Song army's camp was not strong, Polu was sure that he could remove all their barbed wire and horse rejection with a single attack, but only if his army could get close to the Song people.

This seems like an unattainable task.

"Retired like this?" He asked himself in his heart, he had also been mentally prepared before, if the attack failed, he would take the opportunity to return to Dayuan earlier before he had caused irreparable losses, and maintain the strength to compete with his brothers for hegemony in order to tow mines. But only two or three thousand people were injured and they had to retreat, which inevitably hurt their morale too much, from the eyes of the general, Polu could be sure that this time he retreated, from now on, this cavalry that once swept across the grassland desert Gobi will only be invincible when it encounters the Song army.

Just like the Jin people saw the Mongols, they were afraid of them like tigers, and even surpassed them.

Is it possible that the prestige of the Mongols will be wiped out in their own hands?

At this moment, Polu did not expect that since Temujin was captured by the Song people, the prestige of the Mongols had been shaky, and if he chose to retreat this time, it would only be a little afterglow left by the golden family of the steppe that was completely erased.

He hung his head, and before he could think about it, suddenly a body in front of his horse that seemed to be the corpse of a Mongol moved, and then he jumped up, and it was Battle.

"Devil, devil!" With a crooked nose and a slanted mouth, saliva in his mouth, and a straight gaze, Battle grabbed Polu's horse by the neck and shouted in a hoarse voice: "That's the devil, that's the devil!" ”

Polu's horse snorted uneasily and tried to push Battle away, but Battle was so strong that he would not let go while holding the horse's neck. Polu knew him and knew that he had a reputation for bravery, and was even given a golden sword by Genghis Khan. But now he was crying like a helpless child, with a disgusting stench and no sparkle in his eyes.

"Taishi, Taishi, Song people...... The Song people have attacked! ”

Just when Polu was still holding the flag, the general shouted again. Polu looked up again, and saw the Song people carrying spears and shields pushing through the barbed wire, and through the gaps, groups of Song people with such strange weapons came out, and they were swaggering in a queue under the noses of the Mongols. Polu wanted to raise his sword and order an attack several times, but the Song people's fearlessness made him not dare to make up his mind easily.

In case of...... What tricks did the Song people have?

Polu didn't realize that he, like Battle, was also frightened by the Song people.

With the rhythmic drum beat, the Song people who completed the queue began to move forward, Polu couldn't help but let the horse retreat, every time the Song people took a step forward, he took two steps back, and the Song people's kind of snow-bright lights were also approaching, under such a bright light, he looked at the figure of the Song people was extremely majestic.

"How can these Han people be as tall as gods?" Polu thought to himself.