The wind was deserted, the yellow sand was full of sky, and the two armies on the plain were getting closer and closer to the earth-shattering drums, and finally collided with each other.

Rumble!

It's like two torrents of floodgates, surging and colliding, splashing countless waves. And the waves are countless broken blade cards, and they are flesh and blood bodies that burst through the blood mist.

Even if you are so far away from Tonggu Mountain, you can still hear the roar of the sky, the screams of dying death, and the roar of violent metal collision.

In the shot, the front-line contact part of the two armies is like two meat grinders rolling against each other, constantly rolling, and no large pieces of flesh and blood are thrown away, only the military formations are constantly being devoured, cut layer by layer, from thick to thin......

The mountain wind was blowing strongly, and there was a faint hint of blood in the air.

"It's miserable!" As a member of the martial arts team of the Imperial Forest Army, Han Dayong (Grasshopper) has always swept away the enemy with firearms, sometimes the strongest semi-automatic firearms, in all the big and small battles he has participated in since he followed Zhao Lie. It was the first time I saw such a cold-weapon strangulation battle with no fire support and pure hand-to-hand combat, and I was deeply shocked by its tragedy.

Lu Qilang, the youngest team member on the side, couldn't help but nod again and again, his face was a little pale.

However, generals like Jiang Fenglie, Ma Nanchun, Long Feiyi, Shen Pingbo, Chang Tai, and Hu Yanxiao who came from the Cold Weapon War have long been accustomed to it, and their expressions are calm.

Zhao Lie watched silently, the frontal battlefield battle in the era of cold weapons was so cruel and bloody. The two sides are similar in strength, weapons and equipment, training, and combat effectiveness...... Then the rest is the will.

The battle was brutal and tragic, and the losses on both sides were heavy, but the thousands of foot soldiers of the rear army of the Yuan army did not move, and the Song army did not move either. Both sides are waiting, waiting for the opponent to hold on first.

In front of the Yuan army, Wang Weiyi was very anxious, and looked back at Xiaoshanbao from time to time. Although he knew that such a move was redundant, because once there was an order, the Chinese army would wave the flag and pass the order, and it would be useless for him to look at it, but he just couldn't help it. He didn't feel distressed at all when the left and right flanks of the Yuan army died, but the heavy casualties in the middle of the battle made him worry, and the more than 2,000 foot soldiers who formed the middle formation were his old foundation for many years!

According to Meng Yuan's normal establishment, he had 10,000 households, and he only had three or four thousand people to die. This time, because the war was about to start, coupled with the happy defeat, and the riots of his soldiers, Wang Weiyi used his means to settle it hard. Boyan took into account his past merits and the time of employing people, so he allocated about 3,000 Han troops to him for command, which has the current scale of almost 10,000 households.

When arranging the formation, Wang Weiyi moved his eyes, and put the old department on the left and right flanks, and the middle formation was his new subordinate army, and the heaviest battle losses at the moment were the Han troops on the left and right flanks, after all, they were under pressure from both sides. Although the middle formation is better, now the formation is becoming more and more chaotic, and the casualties are beginning to increase.

Wang Weiyi is not afraid of Baijianu seeing it, he knows in his heart that in the eyes of Baijianu, whether it is the Han army or the new annexed army, he doesn't care which one dies or how many he dies, he just needs to win.

Wang Weiyi also wants to win, but he doesn't want his descendants to be wiped out, and what he is most desperate for now is to hope that the hundred slaves will quickly blow the horn and press the rear army up. However, from a distance, the face of that peculiar Mongolian flatbread was as cold as a rock, and it was expressionless.

"This bastard! It's not that his cub doesn't feel distressed! Wang Weiyi scolded bitterly in his heart, his eyes full of resentment and helplessness.

After nearly half an hour of fierce fighting, the two meat grinder formations gradually slowed down. After all, the ancient cold weapon combat relied on physical strength, and the physical strength of life and death fighting was a large amount of time, which was still the scale of tens of thousands of people, if hundreds or thousands of people were fighting, it would not take a moment and a half to decide the winner.

It can be seen that the casualties on both sides are very heavy, and the front lines of each other's military formations are also intertwined. Normally, this would have to be done with troops to regroup, or to crush the enemy.

On the viewing platform of the base camp, the veteran Zhang Shijie had the most spicy eyes, and stepped forward to salute Zhao Lie: "Your Majesty, the left flank of the Yuan army is even more chaotic, and if you send a musket battalion to assault at this time, you can defeat the Yuan army." ”

Zhao Lie raised the clairvoyant mirror to look at it carefully for a while, nodded and said: "That's the happy old department, it was placed on the flank to attract firepower, it was inevitable that there would be resentment, and the fighting spirit was insufficient...... However, the command of the battle has been handed over to General Shi, let him decide for himself. ”

The left flank of the Yuan army was in disarray, and Zhang Ba, who was at the forefront of the army, quickly discovered it and immediately reported the situation to Shi Yang.

"Hmm, left-wing chaos?" Shi Yang also used the clairvoyant mirror to find that almost at the same time, and the idea of sending a musket battalion to attack instantly flashed in his mind. The reason why the musket battalion was sent instead of Li Zifa's left army was because the left wing of the Yuan army and the left army of the Song army were in the opposite direction.

Shi Yang's fist squeezed and pinched, swaying between winning and exposing for just three breaths, and finally the fist slowly released.

Woo –

The Yuan army sounded the horn of retreat.

The Song army also retreated.

In the first battle between the two armies of the Song and Yuan dynasties, whether it was a clash of cavalry or a duel of infantry, there was no overwhelming advantage, and it was a draw.

……

As soon as the hundred slaves returned to the camp, they rushed into the Chinese military tent angrily: "Prime Minister ......" saw that the prime minister, father and generals in the tent were all there, the clothes and armor were clear, the atmosphere was solemn, and the heart was shocked, and the resentment flew to the clouds, and hurriedly saluted.

Boyan's expression was gentle: "Baijia slave, you fought well." ”

Baijia Nu called a shame and bowed his head deeply: "Prime Minister, the last general is incompetent, no matter how he fights on horseback, he has not been able to suppress the Song army, and he has suffered a lot of losses......"

Boyan smiled and said: "The Min people are strong, and the She soldiers are good at fighting, so it's not bad that you can use the Han army and the new annex army to fight like this." Moreover, the cavalry of the Song army was introduced, and their methods of warfare were spied, and this loss was worth it. ”

"It's a pity that we couldn't lead to the Song army's musket formation as planned before the war." Baijianu couldn't help but say, "The last general originally wanted to press the rear formation, and if necessary, the last general personally led the elite cavalry to attack the side, and always tried to find out the reality of the Song army's musket formation, why did the prime minister send a letter to the last general to retreat?" ”

Boyan smiled silently, and instigated the capital with his eyes.

Instigated Du to bow his head, looked at his son and shook his head: "It's useless, Song Jun is not stupid." When your left flank is in disarray, it is a good time to crush it, and the Song army can resist sending that musket army to assault. Obviously, they either didn't want to waste their ammunition on this defeated army, or they didn't want to show their muskets. ”

"These cunning Song people." Baijianu understood that there must always be a purpose in a campaign, and their purpose in this battle was to see the Song army's musket array, but the Song army was very stable. Since the goal has not been achieved, there is no point in continuing to fight. However, he inadvertently found out the cavalry tactics of the Song army that he didn't care much about in the past, and it was finally fruitless.

"Prime Minister, then what are we going to ......do next?"

"Next, of course, it's a fight." Bo Yan's expression was indifferent, and his eyes were like blades, "Since the Song people want to welcome the true appearance with guns and bullets, the original appearance will be as they wish!" ”