The man who grew up licking the knife on the grassland is very tough.

This was evident from the resistance in the Mongol camp until the end.

The overwhelming numerical superiority of the Song army won the victory without any suspense, but the expectation of an hour to resolve the battle was still delayed by the Mongol soldiers trapped in the camp for an hour and a half, and paid the price of some casualties.

As the commander of the guard, Bilegh fought to the last moment, he was surrounded by three ghost pawns in the middle, and before being torn apart by the Mo knife, he roared and slashed the shoulder armor of one of the ghost pawns with a long knife with a broken edge, although it was not broken because of the thickness of the armor, but the huge force still pressed the burly body of the ghost pawn to bend over.

"My brother will avenge me!" When he was dying, he grabbed the blade of the Mo knife that pierced his chest, and cursed with his last strength: "You lowly ants will die!" ”

The ghost, who had been slashed a head short by his long knife, stood up, and with a wave of his knife, he shaved off Billeg's head.

The head fell to the ground and rolled out of the way with a grunt.

Jiulong Onde hurriedly pulled out the Mo knife inserted in Bileg's chest, and supported Changsun Hong's body in a little panic, while inspecting the place on his shoulder armor that was cut by the knife, and asked, "My lord, are you okay!?" ”

Eldest Sun Hong shook his head, stretched out his hand to lift the iron mask covering his face, his sweaty face was revealed, and he gasped: "It's okay, this guy has so much strength that he almost broke his armor." ”

Jiulong Angde saw that the shoulder armor of Changsun Hong was only broken, probably Bileg had been injured before the knife, and the strength was the end of the strong crossbow, and the blade did not touch the flesh, so he breathed a sigh of relief. In the future, you should be more careful on the battlefield and protect the eldest grandson.

The battle in the camp has basically ended, the Mongolian soldiers who are still trapped in the beast have been slaughtered one by one, and hundreds of Han soldiers have lost their backbone, trembling and kneeling to surrender.

The seizure was rich, thousands of horses were still grazing quietly in the fence, these horses were fat and strong, although it was only the standard of the Mongolian army's pack horses, but in the eyes of Changsun Hong, it was a great wealth.

Hundreds of brute soldiers who knew a little bit about the art of horses were separated, went in the other direction, escorted the horse team, carried the rolled cowhide tents and other trophies, and turned back in the direction of Chengdu around a big bend.

The Han soldiers who had just been captured were coerced by swords and guns, and followed the Song army brigade to move towards the city of Longqingfu.

The Song army moved very quickly, and in a short time, all of them withdrew from the battlefield.

So two hours later, Nairentai, who had hurried back, saw nothing but corpses in the Mongolian camp that was burned with smoke.

With a blushing face, Nairentai turned around the camp full of corpses, and reined in front of a spear shaft that was stuck upside down on the ground.

There are hundreds of spear shafts, densely inserted into the ground, and on each spear shaft, there is a head hanging from it.

Narentai squinted, discerning the head of Bileg's angry eyes, stared at it for a while, gritted his teeth and clucked, and became furious.

"Song Bing didn't go far, they found out that we immediately rushed back to help and hid in Longqing City!" A centurion came on horseback from a distance and informed the latest information.

Nairentai raised his head and looked at the Longqing Mansion City not far away, which was gray and quiet, like a ghost town.

"Rush in with me! Slaughter these Song people! Nai Rentai raised the long knife high, furious, he was not only angry about the more than 2,000 subordinates who had been sacrificed, but also angry that the wealth and population accumulated in the past two years had been packed and taken away by the Song army, and there was not even a single grass left.

He reined in his horse and shouted in front of the cavalry behind him: "Immortal Heaven bless his people, bless his warriors, and only if he is cowardly will he lose everything!" The Song people in the city killed our brothers, and we have to take revenge, only in this way can they understand that the Great Mongolia is not allowed to be blasphemed! ”

"Revenge! Avenge! ”

Two thousand Mongol soldiers raised their arms and shouted, and the crowd was excited.

"Rush!"

Nairentai turned his horse's head and led the way towards Longqing City, and the dust behind him reached the sky.

A few years ago, when the city was broken for the first time, the city wall made of loess was burned and collapsed, and the huge gaps in sections were like open gates, allowing them to enter and exit.

The reason why Nai Rentai dared to shout the slogan of rushing in was this, what is the difference between a city without walls and the wilderness?

The city is not far away, it will not take a while, it is unwise for two thousand people to enter from one opening, although Nairentai is angry, but he has not lost his mind, a mature general has a keen insight, he knows that the Song army in the city will choose to defend here, but because they are afraid of the impact of the Mongolian cavalry coming and going like the wind and the bow and arrows like rain, they want to use the complex terrain in the city to offset the advantage of the Mongolian soldiers.

Nai Rentai saw through this, but he didn't care at all, the warriors of Mongolia would be afraid of hand-to-hand combat?

The warriors of the Great Mongolian Kingdom on war horses could sweep the world, and the weak Song people could not match them when they got off the horse.

"Divide into four teams, enter from four directions, fight separately, and gather at the government office in the center of the city!"

Nairentai's order was clear and crisp, and the torrent-like Mongol soldiers naturally split into four groups as they ran, followed their respective leaders, and rushed into the city along different forks.

The city was quiet, and not a single figure could be seen.

The devastated streets are full of broken bricks and tiles, weeds have grown in the cracks of the stone slabs, the walls that have been baked by the fire are black and dusty, and the broken roofs on the side of the road, the dead dead wood, and the white bones everywhere tell people that this is a dead city.

The Mongolian soldiers galloped on horseback, or dismounted on foot, like water flooding the golden mountain, and flooded into Longqing City.

The battle began with a group of Mongol soldiers on the far left.

A large pit disguised as flat ground, swallowed the fastest horses, the pit was huge, there was no problem with a hundred people, and the bottom were sharpened stumps, and the men and horses fell down, and there was no way to live.

The cavalry that followed was a skilled horseman, and when he saw that his companion in front of him had fallen into a trap, he whirled the reins, and his horses stopped castrating in the gallop, and neighed and stood up.

In the ruined houses on both sides, the bows and arrows shot just hit the belly of the war horse, and the horse was in pain, rolled on its side, and lifted off the soldiers on its back.

The Mongol soldiers were in chaos, huddled together,

The Song soldiers, armed with knives and guns, jumped out of the rubble of the broken houses, shouted and rushed towards the Mongol soldiers, and street fighting broke out.

(End of chapter)