Chapter 319 The Great Song Dragoons are here

At that moment, a thick and thick dark cloud hung under the sun, and the sky and the earth suddenly darkened, almost no different from night.

Wang Qinian blinked vigorously and scolded in a low voice. But he didn't hear his own voice, for then a bolt of lightning burst through the sky, and the rumbling thunder reverberated in everyone's ears.

The rain began to fall again, and from time to time the sky opened its eyes of lightning and observed the situation on the ground, cold and delightful, as if the bleeding and death on the ground had made it happy. It roared and cheered, showing its thirst for killing with the thunder that shook the earth.

In the thunder, the shouts of the dragoons and Menghu were gone.

Wang Qinian watched as the dense Menghu was swept out of the open space by grenades, but immediately more Menghu came up to fill the vacancy, and they rushed to the top of the hill with a wild shout, they were wearing gray clothes, like a gray waterfall flying against the current. In front of them, the inky blue uniform of the dragoons was a little dazzling, like a new iron monument of stainless steel, standing still. The two colors collided heavily, and Wang Qinian seemed to hear the sound of flesh hitting each other.

The dragoons formed short spears with bayonets and stabbed to death the Monhus who rushed up one by one, but the Monhus were so numerous that they were still driven out of a gap. Wang Qinian pulled out his saber and was about to go down in person, when a person suddenly rushed out of his side, but it was Tang Shili who was accepted by him in Hedong.

"I'll go!" Tang Shili roared, his weapon was not a saber, but a large wooden stick found from the Gilarpost—or better yet, a tree with its branches cut off. It was twenty pounds, to say the least, and it was as light as nothing in his hand, and he grabbed one end of the tree in one arm, and rushed downward, like a bull with angry hair. The six guards around Wang Qinian followed and rushed over with bayonets, but before they arrived, Tang Shili's wood had already destroyed several Menghu's heads.

"Whew!"

Tang Shili has not been trained, he doesn't even have an official military status, but he is powerful, and he has learned to be good in the countryside, as long as his stomach is full, he can't get close to ten or eight people at all. He rushed up like this, took another terrible tree, knocked left and right, and in a moment, he drove back Menghu who had broken through the gap, and, under his leadership, a small group of dragoons used him as an arrow to launch an attack on Menghu, and even went deep into Menghu's army, killing dozens of steps!

"This guy is a man, a grenadier, pick him up, don't let him fall!" Wang Qinian shouted.

He still has more than 100 mobile troops on hand, but now he doesn't want to throw them in, because the current front can still be maintained.

Under the desperate support of the dragoons, Tang Shili retreated, and finally returned to his own phalanx, the gap had been blocked, and the death of this moment made him sweat profusely. However, because of the heavy rain, everyone was wet, and I don't know if it was sweat, rain or blood.

The terrain was very unfavorable to Menghu, they were in the low place, the dragoons were in the high place, they had to hold their heads high, and the rain would hit their faces, so that they could not open their eyes, and the dragoons were not afraid of this, although the rain also flowed down their foreheads to their eyes, but compared to Menghu, who could not even open their eyes, they were good.

The hill was unusually slippery because of the mud, and it was often difficult for Menghu to stand on his feet when attacking on his back, and he had to rely on the push of his companions behind him to stand firm, which was another disadvantage.

Möngke realized that these two disadvantages and the steep terrain had offset his numerical advantage, but he could not change this, and it was already his greatest wish to be able to approach the dragoons for hand-to-hand combat, and in such a bloody battle, although his men suffered heavy casualties, they also caused casualties to the dragoons, and not as at the beginning, only to see his own men fall in rows.

For the dying Menghu, this is the final blow, since he rushed forward, then there is no need to think about retreating, or victory, or death.

"Straight lady thief, give Lao Tzu water!" Tang Shili snatched a kettle from a dragoon, raised his head and poured a pot of water into his mouth, he smacked his mouth: "If you give Lao Tzu another bottle of canned food, Lao Tzu can kill again!" ”

"Give him the can!" Hearing this, Qiao Zhidong scolded: "Give him a bottle of the wine that Lao Tzu hid, and work for Lao Tzu when he is full!" ”

In the canned braised pork, there was translucent grease floating, Tang Shili was not afraid of greasy, wiped the blood and brain pulp on his body with both hands, and then tilted his head and poured the bottle of canned food into his mouth. Then there was the liquor, which was the finest five-grain alcohol, and it was so strong that he ate and drank as if he were in a hotel, not on a battlefield where people were dying every moment. After eating, he didn't waste the two bottles, and threw them directly into the Menghu army, he was extremely strong, and was smashing into a pile of Menghu huddles, which Menghu thought was another grenade, and dodged one after another, but revealed Meng Ge wearing a golden helmet behind him.

"That guy must be a big man, who will kill him for Lao Tzu?" Qiao Zhidong's eyes were sharp, although through the rain curtain, he also saw Meng Ge's helmet, and the guards beside him raised their guns, but the rain really affected their vision, and those scattered Meng Hu immediately gathered together again after realizing that they were only throwing two bottles, and protected Meng Ge with their own bodies. The guards looked at it for a while, but couldn't find a chance to shoot, so they could only put down their guns and shook their heads.

"I'm coming!" After Tang Shili finished eating and drinking, he shouted and grabbed his stick again. He slammed the ground with his stick, and his eyes widened angrily: "Who has the courage to join me?" ”

"Me!"

"Me!"

Immediately, more than a dozen people gathered around him, with different accents from north to south, but there were a small half of them even the lame Chinese of the grassland Zhuhu.

"Kill!" Tang Shili has no military training, and when it comes to combat cooperation, he may be far inferior to any member of the dragoons, but he has the strength to practice a good fist and feet, in the chaos of battle, other people only need to pay attention to protect him, and there are not many people who can support him under his terrible strength. When he and his small group protruded from the crowd, Menghu hadn't noticed, but when his giant rod was stained with red, white and white, Menghu, who was not afraid of death, realized that a killer star was coming down from the mountain.

said that it was Menghu, in fact, more than half of Mengge's tent were still the rest of the sergeants of all ethnic groups, both the Tanma Red Army and the Han Army, they launched this decisive attack under the urging of Meng Ge and Kublai Khan, which was already commendable courage, but they were swept by this killing star head-on, and their courage finally began to waver, and they actually nailed the team of more than ten people into it.

"What's going on over there?"

Wang Qinian, who had been watching the battle situation on the top of the mountain, was also limited by the heavy rain, and he only saw a small cloud of dark blue in a pile of gray popping into it when the rain slowed down a little, and he muttered, happy and hated for the heavy rain in the sky.

The joy is that the current heavy rain can be said to be helping the dragoons, and the hate is that the heavy rain blocked his vision, so that he could not judge the battle situation at all.

"Can't judge the battle?"

This thought flashed through his mind, and he suddenly realized that he could not see the battle situation, and neither could Menghu, who was divided into two ways despite his large numbers, and was now completely in a situation of fighting on his own. The dragoons were small in number, but they were huddled together like a clenched fist.

"You go down and kill, and you only shout to kill Meng Ge." Wang Qinian clenched his fists, the heavy rain came just in time, and he decisively ordered his last reserve team of 100 people: "This is the direction, kill it!" ”

He was referring to the direction in which he had just seen the small dark blue blob.

Almost at the same time as he made his decision, Meng Ge also roared and ordered to protect his guards: "Kill, kill, kill!" ”

Two rapids, one up and one down, in sight of each other, slammed into each other after three minutes. The steep slopes and rugged terrain made it impossible for Menghu's numerical advantage to be fully exploited, and they could only rush forward in small groups, and the two sides mixed together, and after a while, a situation was formed.

"Munke is dead, Munke is dead!"

Suddenly there was a shout from among the dragoons, first a dozen, then dozens, hundreds of people chanting in unison. If it had been a few years ago, Menghu Xue would not have understood this shout, but after several years of hard work by Li Rui, most of Menghu could understand this simple Chinese language. In the pouring rain, they couldn't see the handsome flag behind them at all, but when they saw Meng Ge's personal guards also joining the battle group, they were still skeptical at first, but later, when they heard someone shouting "Meng Ge is dead" in Mongolian, their fighting spirit immediately dispersed.

Not only were there people shouting in front of them, but behind them, there were also people shouting loudly, and for a moment, there were cries of "Möngke is dead" everywhere.

The absolute superiority of the troops, suppressed by the Song people on this hill for nearly three hours, tired from a long battle, and heavy rain, the main general was killed, in this case, no matter how brave the Mongols could not hold on, they turned around and fled, but there was a sharp horn sound among the dragoons.

"Dragoons, charge!"

The dragoons did not wait for the loss of their fighters, the impending victory squeezed the last drop of energy out of their bodies, and they shouted the slogans of the dragoons to distinguish themselves from the enemy, and they rushed down like a torrent, sweeping away all the Menghu who stood in front of them.

Only a few minutes later, Menghu was driven down the mountain, and the army was so broken that they could not hold their ground at all, and even gave up their positions, only to flee for their lives, and to flee with all their might, from these dragoons who shouted "charge".

Wang Qinian sat in the muddy water, took a few breaths, and then ordered Mingjin. Hearing the sound of gongs and the signal to withdraw their troops from the trumpet, the dragoons woke up from their euphoria, and they dragged their tired bodies back to their positions, and as for the cleaning of the battlefield, no one had the energy to pay attention to it now.

"Hurry up, rest for a while, the team is above the general, and repair the fortifications with me!"

Wang Qinian jumped up from the mud, and Menghu's decisive attack was defeated, but in the heavy rain, he could not judge the opponent's losses, and he did not know if Menghu would regroup after retreating a distance, the soldiers were tired from holding on until now, let them rest first, and the generals had to hold on for a while.

The so-called fortifications were just some deer firewood, and in the fierce battle, these things were also destroyed, and the generals were busy for a while, but they could not restore it to the pre-war situation, and later Wang Qinian himself gave up: the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and in this case, it was meaningless to use deer firewood.

"The casualties have been preliminarily counted, and the number of our brothers has been ......"

He found a stone and sat down, Qiao Zhidong came up and said in a low voice, just now he received Wang Qinian's order to take the opportunity to rest and count the number of people.

The results of the count made him very worried, and they were originally less than 1,600 and less than 1,500 here, but now the number of people who can still support the battle is less than 1,000, and the vast majority of casualties are caused in the melee just now.

"Holy shit!" Hearing that the loss was more than a third, Wang Qinian scolded, if he changed to any other army, this kind of loss was enough to make it collapse.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the water that rolled down from the mountains was not yellow, but red with blood. Looking at the red rushing stream through the rain curtain, Wang Qinian was slightly surprised, and then said: "If Lao Tzu survives after the war, he will definitely set up a monument on this mountain, and the back of the monument is engraved with the names and origins of the brothers who died in battle, and only a few words are written on the front." ”

"What words?"

"The Great Song Dragoons are here!" Wang Qinian spat out seven words between his teeth.

Yes, the Great Song Dragoons are here, and a group of their cavalry, under the condition of insufficient ammunition and manpower, has been holding on for more than three hours. When the battle reached this situation, Wang Qinian believed that even if they all died here, those Menghu would not be able to escape, they were exhausted after a fierce battle, and they could not go far on the march in such a rainy day, and behind them, Li Yunrui's cavalry would definitely follow them, and at that time, the last bit of strength of Meng Yuan would also become the meritorious service of the guards.

To Wang Qinian's surprise, after half an hour, Menghu did not organize an attack again, and sent scouts to reconnoitre, and on Meng Yuan's position, abandoned baggage carts were everywhere, but there was no one alive. Wang Qinian's heart moved, could it be that Mengyuan, the last loyal army, also disappeared?

But he didn't dare to take it lightly, as long as he guarded here, Menghu would be lightly detached, and without the accumulated baggage and materials, they would not be able to support it for long. After waiting for a long time, the rain stopped and the clouds opened, Wang Qinian used a clairvoyant mirror to observe the surroundings, and after making sure that there was no Menghu, he ordered the battlefield to be cleaned.

The dragoons suffered heavy casualties, and Menghu's casualties were even more, only the corpses that could be seen in his line of sight were about no less than five thousand, and the ratio of the dragoons to their battle losses exceeded one to ten, Wang Qinian was slightly relieved, after such heavy casualties, plus they were scattered in the torrential rain, Menghu was gathered again, and it was the top of the sky to be able to make up three or five thousand people. He looked to the west one last time, and then his body stiffened.

In the clairvoyant, the cavalry of the brigade appeared.