The spearmen stood up and stood in two rows behind the shieldmen, one in front and one behind them, the spears in front of them fluttered in the distance, blocking the enemy from getting close, and the spears in the back stared at the advancing people, stabbing with precision.

The shield hand changed from holding the shield in both hands to one hand, freeing one hand and drawing the hand knife at his waist.

Hand-to-hand combat began.

Compared with the Song army's black pressure forming a wall on the mountainside, the Mongol soldiers charging towards the mountain were sparsely scattered, and the violent imbalance in numbers made this charge feel funny.

How could anyone launch a back-up charge when the number of soldiers was so different?

It's really weird.

To put it bluntly, it was the strong self-confidence of the Mongols.

And the Song army did not disperse.

Kublai Khan at the foot of the mountain was surprised to see it after the three-wheeled cavalry fired.

According to past experience, as long as the Song army is given about 20% of the casualties, it is enough to make it collapse, and while witnessing the death of his comrades-in-arms on the ground, the average Song army will be in chaos, the entire front will be loosened, and the most tenacious Song army will also collapse at the moment after the Mongol army charges.

The Song army in front of him was obviously a little different from what he had encountered before.

"Call Baling back, there are many Song soldiers, he can't take it down!" Kublai Khan shouted decisively, and asked the Wuliang Hatai next to him to give an order: "If you continue to charge, he will leave his hundred-man team here!" ”

Naturally, Wuliang Hatai also saw that the situation was not good, and as soon as he agreed, he rode his horse forward.

And at this moment, the plucking is rushing to the forefront.

He held an iron bone weighing thirty pounds, and his thick body was like a wild bull, and he came to the front of the shield wall like a mad tiger.

Several spears stabbed at him, and he smirked, waving the iron bone in his hand, and the autumn wind swept it over like a fallen leaf, and the spear was smashed open and crooked to the side.

In the next second, his shoulder hit the shield wall heavily, and a powerful backer was like a city-breaking hammer, knocking a shield on the front of him, and Song Bing behind the long shield fell to the ground with a frightened face, he probably didn't expect that someone could use the strength of a cow.

The shield wall opened a hole, pulled out the edge and shouted, rubbed his body in, the iron bone in his hand was like the horn on the head of a rhinoceros, constantly sweeping left and right, even though the Song soldiers were many, but no one could stop them, the spear and long knife in front of the iron bone duo touched and flew next to each other, and the absolute power made the Song army formation almost single-handedly mess up the Song army's formation.

But Baling was also frightened, Song Jun's reaction was not as unbearable as he imagined, the shield wall did not move, the spearmen did not move, although he broke the formation here and killed in, but the Song army showed no signs of collapse, on the contrary, there seemed to be more and more Song soldiers around him.

The same feeling was felt in the hearts of the fifty Mongol soldiers who rushed up the mountain with him.

The foot soldiers of the Song army were not easily crushed as before, but stood still and fought with them in an orderly manner.

Fifty Mongolian soldiers rushed into the Song army's spear and shield array, and although a few waves splashed, they were still like a tide on a rock, and they turned into nothing in an instant.

Wang Kui held the big knife and pressed it calmly behind him, knowing the overall situation, he saw the details of the Mongolian soldiers, and sneered contemptuously.

"Fifty people, plus the fifty behind are only a hundred, and they dare to attack my thousands, what kind of courage is this?" He shook his head and waved his broadsword: "Suppress it!" ”

Someone around blew a horn, and a low bull's horn echoed on the mountain, which was a signal for a counterattack, and the shield wall of the Song army disappeared in an instant, and the shieldmen gave up their heavy shields and drew their swords.

The plucked helmet was poked off by a spear, and the blade of the spear cut a long cut in his scalp, and the blood flowed, and he had to hide quickly, otherwise there would have been a hole in the top of his head.

The right arm was also slashed, the leather armor was cut, and the wound was deep, but the bone was not broken.

He didn't want to go to Tushan anymore, his feet were constantly retreating, there were Song soldiers on all sides, and the Mongolian soldiers who killed him with him could no longer be seen, only a group of Song soldiers everywhere, spears flying, and from time to time Mongolian scolding and screams came out of the crowd.

The iron bones are getting heavier and heavier, probably the knife wound on the arm hinders the force, and the edge is regretted, it is too light for the enemy!

Still, as usual, the problem should be solved with a bow and arrow, and foot combat, which relies on numbers, is not a good choice today.

Dodging the two spears stabbed from the side, he was about to smash the iron bone over, when he suddenly saw a Song soldier holding a thick-backed broadsword high and slashing head-on.

He instinctively raised the iron bone and took the knife hard.

"Bell!"

Ba Ling's whole person sank down, this Song army is so strong!

The stones on the soles of the feet were pressed soft by the force, and the edge felt that the feet were empty, and the body involuntarily fell backwards, like a rolling gourd, gurgling down the slope of the mountain and rolling downhill.

Ba Ling only felt that the heavens and the earth were spinning, and he couldn't help himself, and when he stopped his body, he found that someone was holding him.

"Lord Uliang Hatai!" He struggled to get up, his body was covered with wounds, and he hit a lot of sharp stones as he rolled down, and it was a fluke that he didn't pass out.

"Stand down, you won't win." Uliang Hatai shook his head, got up from the ground, and waved at the fifty cavalrymen who were back on their horses: "Release the arrows, and the people who are covering us come down!" ”

"Wait, wait!" Regardless of the injuries all over his body, Ba Ling grabbed Wuliang Hatai's hand and shouted: "There are still our people mixed in with the Song soldiers, and they will be killed together if they are released!" ”

Wuliang Hatai looked at him with pity, gently removed his hand, and said in a low voice: "Lord Baling, do you think they can still survive?" ”

Ba Ling was stunned, turned his head to look at the mountain, the siege seemed to have come to an end, the Song soldiers of the brigade began to regroup, they did not chase the few Mongol soldiers who fled from the mountain in confusion, but only shot them with bows and arrows.

The shield wall was erected again, as if it had never been removed.

Fifty cavalrymen stepped forward and threw a wave of arrows into the sky, escorting the stumbling Mongols down the mountain.

Counting the number of people, there were fifty people who poured up the mountain, and less than ten survived, and all of them were wounded.

With red eyes, he pounced on his war horse like crazy, and jumped up to urge the horse to open the bow, but was held back by several soldiers.

"Prince, what next?" Uliang Hatai returned to Kublai Khan and asked.

"Let's go, relying on our people, we can't take these Song soldiers." Kublai Khan squinted his eyes and looked at the Song army who was slowly retreating towards the top of the mountain, and said coldly: "They don't dare to go down the mountain to the flat land, this is to go, but they can't run far on two legs, there is our brigade in front, go back and call people, surround this area, and kill them!" ”

Uliang Hatai looked at him, then looked left and right, and reminded in a low voice: "Prince, the Great Khan of Ogedai taboos you to be in charge of the army...... There is no need to commit taboos, such as being passed to the Great Khan by the villain......"

Kublai Khan smiled, his face was light, and he whispered to him: "It's okay, we are just reporting a letter, we will not come back to preside over the war, the road is still long, I will not stop." ”

Wuliang Hatai blinked, looked at Yao Shu beside him again, bowed and said, "The prince is wise." ”

"Pull all the wounded soldiers on their horses, and don't delay." Kublai Khan looked back at the banner of the Song army fluttering on the top of the mountain, and the big black characters on the flag were clear in the sun: "Wang Kui, the prefect of Hanzhou? This is the No. 1 person, the Song people are not all rice barrels and wine bags, this king has written it down. ”

He kicked the horse in the belly, and the mount neighed, and the hooves galloped.

Dozens of horsemen hugged him, avoiding the hill far away, and ran in the direction of Jianzhou.

Wang Kui on the top of the mountain also watched Kublai Khan's departure, and did not chase after him, he would not make the mistake of being carried away by a small victory. Touching the beard on his chin, thinking about something.

(End of chapter)