October 29 of the second year of Xiangxing, night, the first line of the gorge of the Hongtong village of Limu Mountain to the area of the nameless peak, the sound of cannons did not stop all night, the hustle and bustle all night, and the fire soared into the sky.

The sky was faint, a goshawk swept over the canyon, and in the indifferent eagle pupils, a tragic scene was reflected: the tattered camp, the billowing smoke, the corpses were lying in wait for dozens of miles, and the loess was red. The small river flowing next to the canyon, countless corpses tumbled, and in the densest place of corpses, a blood-colored belt that lasted for several miles was formed, which was shocking. The short mountain road from the mouth of the canyon to the nameless peak was completely blocked by discarded armor and weapons, large flags and trumpets, grain and grass vehicles, and dense numbers of dead and wounded soldiers. From time to time, herds of cattle, horses, and sheep frightened by the rumbling sound of artillery rushed into the crowd of routs, breaking a blood-colored wave, which disappeared immediately.

The goshawk spread its wings, swept diagonally over the mountain, and disappeared in an instant, while the horror in the canyon continued.

The frightened rout, the narrow valley road, the interception of the nameless peak in front, and the pursuit of the main force of the Dragon Sparrow Army in the back, under the combined force of all these factors, the result was a serious stampede that far exceeded the casualties caused by artillery, muskets, axes, and arrows. This short mile of mountain road has truly become a bloody and muddy road. The jungle valley that has been silent for thousands of years is completely turned into a Shura hell.

The Yuan soldiers are very strong, especially the Mongolian soldiers are stronger, but no matter how strong they are, they are flesh and blood, in front of the power of the combination of steel and gunpowder, except for returning to their immortal heaven one by one, they can't even make an expression of death - they are all bombarded into slag, where is there any expression?

The Mongolian soldiers in the assault artillery array are only a thousand-man team, and this is also the only Mongolian thousand-man team that Zhang Hongfan, the "marshal of the Mongolian and Han armies", can command. Even if this Jiuba has a general, he is not a Mongolian after all. Although he had a terrifying name, the Mongolian soldiers under the command of him and Li Heng were only 5,000 people. And a considerable part of them were not pure Mongol tribesmen, but barbarians from the conquered Mongolian steppe Arctic.

It was this Mongolian thousand-man team with strong combat strength, which rushed into the artillery array from 100 to 30 paces, and was hit three times by 12 tiger roaring cannons one after another. Under this devastating blow, more than half of the entire thousand-man team was wiped out on the spot, and the rest collapsed.

The strongest Mongol soldiers were defeated, and the rest of the new annexed army, the Han army, the Jurchen army, the Goryeo army, and the gadolinium army no longer had the courage to fight and fled one after another. The infantry of the Dragon Bird Army was led by musketeers, the spear soldiers protected the two wings, and the sword and axe soldiers were in the center of more than a dozen phalanxes, slowly advancing. Even more dispatched the already small number of cavalry, driving all the way and harvesting all the way, it was simply a one-sided slaughter.

Under the collapse, the Yuan army had already given up the competition for the Nameless Peak, and when they fled to the narrow bend under the Nameless Peak, they all scrambled and swarmed by, ignoring the threat of death from overhead, and leaving everything to fate. If it weren't for the fact that Shen Pingbo's hundred-man team on the Nameless Peak was pinned down by the Yuan army's rear soldiers from the southern slope, and could not attack the Yuan army's rout with all their firepower, these six or seven thousand Yuan soldiers in the valley would not be able to escape the fate of total annihilation.

On the 30th, a purple glow had just emerged from the sea of clouds, and as the dragon sparrow army rushed up to the nameless peak from the north slope one after another, Shen Pingbo, who had obtained the new force, immediately launched a counterattack against the Yuan soldiers on the southern slope.

After seeing a large number of dragon and bird troops on the northern slope, the generals of the Yuan army realized that the Chinese army had been defeated, and it was pointless to fight any further, so they had to leave nearly a thousand corpses behind and withdraw their troops in a hurry. At this point, the Nameless Peak Resistance Battle, which lasted for one day and one night, finally ended successfully.

By noon, the Yuan army had finally converged with the rear army. At this time, although there were still tens of thousands of troops in the rear army of the Yuan army, seeing that the elite Chinese army was defeated, and there were still thousands of fatal gods behind them, where could they still afford the courage to fight back, they also fled in a hurry.

In the mountains of Cang Mangli Mu, two large armies, one fled without a price, and the other pursued fiercely. Two days and two nights later, when Li Heng sent thousands of soldiers to meet the defeated generals of this group of defeated soldiers and return to Qiongguan City, he slaughtered Benli Mu Mountain with great momentum that day, vowing to destroy the remnants of the Song Dynasty, and captured the more than 20,000 troops of the Song Prison State, only less than 3,000 people remained, and there was not one of the real ten!

On the third day of November, with the looming of the dragon sparrow commander in the mountains, the counterattack on Qiongguan officially began.

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Li Heng was in charge of the north gate tower, his face was gloomy and he stared at the continuous military camps rising from the ground outside the city, if he looked carefully, there was still a trace of imperceptible panic in the eyes of the gloomy owl.

Ten days ago, his immediate boss, Zhang Hongfan, who was known as a famous commander of wisdom and bravery, and who was praised by even the lord of the Great Yuan Kingdom and gave him a sword, personally led tens of thousands of troops and set out from this gate. At that time, Li Heng never doubted that they could win this war.

I never expected it, I never expected it, but in just ten days, the generation of famous generals who had no last resort went straight to the expedition and sent it back horizontally - to be able to send it back in such a panicked rout, or because the generals of the Yuan army knew that the crime of losing the general was extremely serious, and if they couldn't even grab the corpse, they would be beheaded if they fled back, so they desperately escorted them back to Qiongguan, and even the imperial sword was lost in the panic.

Compared with the tens of thousands of Yuan soldiers who went out to fight, Zhang Hongfan was lucky, I don't know how many Yuan soldiers who went out with him were buried in this reckless and vast Limu Mountain. Flesh and blood turned to mud, and there were no bones left.

The Great Yuan Dynasty destroyed the famous general of the Song Dynasty and died like this? Tens of thousands of troops are gone? What kind of weapon is that terrible huge artillery? Can this Qiongguan City be defended?

Li Heng, the former Western Xia royal family, who was willing to be an eagle dog after being conquered by the Mongols, and was extremely active in the battle to destroy the Song Dynasty, has never been so confused and apprehensive, and even frightened since the southern expedition.

At present, the army has no will to fight, the people are panicking, morale is low, and the spirit is exhausted; if it were not for the fact that the number of troops was several times greater than that of the opponent, and the morale of the army was slightly stabilized by relying on the superiority in numbers, this battle would not have been fought at all. Even so, can this battle be fought?

Li Heng didn't have the slightest bottom in his heart, and a thought that had never appeared before flashed through his mind - or, negotiation?

As soon as this thought came out, even he was startled.

At this moment, I suddenly saw the gate of the dragon bird army camp a few miles away, and a cavalry army flew out, and in the middle of the cavalry team, a golden red dragon bird banner hunted and flew.

This is...... Dragon Sparrow Army Commander Banner, isn't it......

Li Heng collected his mind, gave the order to go down, stay quiet for a while, and act when the opportunity came.

The sound of hooves thundered, smoke and dust flew, and in a moment, the cavalry galloped to a stop at a distance from the north gate, and the hundred horsemen cracked in the center, and a gold-armored general rode out.

Li Heng's pupils shrank suddenly-this person is ......

"I am the Great Song Dynasty Supervisor, the King of Leizhou County, the President's military envoys, and the Dragon Bird Army, Zhao Mengbei!"

The sound rolled into his ears, and below Li Heng, tens of thousands of troops in Qiongguan City and the North and South Battalions were silent.

Under the city of Qiongguan, Zhao Hunting galloped back and forth, the golden armor reflected the sun, the light was dazzling, he controlled the horse with one hand, and held up a sword full of precious stones and richly decorated with sheaths in the other, and roared loudly: "This is the sword given by your Tartar Khan to the great traitor Zhang Hongfan, and now, it is my trophy!" ”

"Mighty! Mighty! Mighty! ”

Behind him, hundreds of horsemen roared in unison.

"Wan Sheng! Wansheng! Wansheng! ”

The camp of the Dragon Sparrow Army shouted and shook the sky.

Li Heng's face was ugly, and his hands were clattering with the wooden bar.

In the southern camp of the Yuan army, the thousands of Yuan soldiers who survived the catastrophe turned ashen and were as silent as cicadas.

Zhao Lie slowly drew his sword, and the bright sword shone brightly, and the blade was pressing: "The sword is a good sword." I've tried, and it's okay to sharpen iron and break stones. But—it didn't work for me! ”

Zhao Hunt roared and suddenly made an astonishing move, and with a wave of his hand, the sword flew into the air. At the same time, he quickly pulled out the 54 pistol from his waist, used his elbow arm as a support, and raised his hand to aim.

Bang!

Clang!

The Imperial Sword was broken in two with a single shot, and the bullet flew around.

Cha! Cha!

The broken sword fell to the ground, sticking diagonally into the sand.

Upstairs, Li Heng's eyes were crooked, unbelievable, such a sword was unexpectedly, unexpectedly, so broken!

The sword of the king, blatantly broken! Divine weapons, regarded as scrap metal!

It's like slapping their master's face in front of tens of thousands of military dogs.

Zhao Hunting raised the gun, blew at the muzzle, and said coldly: "Li Heng, now you have two choices - or die!" Roll out! ”

Above the tower of Qiongguan City, Li Heng's face was pale, his ten fingers were tight, and he clicked and grabbed the cracked wooden fence.