As this heavy news passed among the sentries, soon, the six sentry armies scattered around the Golden Mountain converged.

Half an hour later, somewhere in the dense forest, five of the sentry teams with a total of thirty people gathered together to form a sentry team, and the team general was Liang Ertiao, who had become the ready general of the sentry battalion.

At this time, Liang Ertiao solemnly said to the more than twenty soldiers of the sentry battalion in a circle (and a few people were on guard on the periphery): "The news has been transmitted back to the camp, and our mission is completed. But I think everyone knows in their hearts that we can't send a large army to destroy this convoy, and we can only watch them transport the return artillery to the Tartar camp. ”

The faces of the sentry battalion soldiers below were as heavy as water, grinding their teeth one by one, and their eyes gleamed with resentment.

Liang Ertiao's gaze swept over the faces of the soldiers one by one: "Among you, who is from Xiangyang?" ”

"I'm from Yicheng." Lao Yan stood up.

"And me, from the Guanghua Army." Another warrior stood up.

"Me too, from the Guanghua Army." Liang Ertiao tapped his chest with a thumb and asked, "Who has participated in the Battle of Xiangyang?" ”

This time, only Lao Yan spoke, his eyes were red, and his body trembled slightly: "I have participated, at the end of the Xiangyang War, the west bank of the Han River was densely packed with back artillery, including a hammer, and the artillery stone seemed to rain, and the city wall trembled for more than ten miles." The walls of the city were all crumbling down, and countless brothers were buried under the masonry and died so miserably...... Because of this battle, the Hui Cannon was named Xiangyang Cannon from then on. Xiangyang cannon! I think it should be called 'Xiangyang Thousands of Soul Cannons'! ”

When the soldiers of the Sentry Battalion heard this, they were all angry and hateful, and they gnashed their teeth.

Liang Ertiao's eyes were like rolling lava, and he paused word by word: "Are we going to let the brothers of the Dragon Bird Army suffer such casualties?" Are we going to put Your Majesty in such danger? ”

"Nope! Never! The soldiers of the Sentry Battalion were full of emotion, raising their arms and roaring.

Zhao Lie is the soul of the Dragon Bird Army, and the spiritual pillar of all Dragon Bird Army soldiers, but if there is a threat to him, it is to stab the lungs of the Dragon Bird Army soldiers.

Liang Ertiao shook his musket and angrily charged the bullfight: "Are you brothers willing to kill the Tartars with me and destroy the artillery carts?" ”

"Go along! Let's go! ”

Liang Ertiao led the horse with a gun on his back: "Go." ”

At this time, a sharp whistle said: "But what if Lu Bao's team hasn't arrived?" ”

"They are far away, and they will not be able to come for a while."

Guoya spit out the chewed blade of grass in his mouth: "No matter, there are thirty of us and thirty guns, and we are going to overturn these dog-Tartars today!" ”

……

On the mountain road, hundreds of servants are taking turns to clear the mudslide caused by the landslide bit by bit, digging a road that can be passed by convoys.

"Hasn't Eun-ho come back yet?" Balhu looked at the sky that was gradually darkening, and his heart was anxious and faintly uneasy. It's been more than two hours, according to the hundred households named Youfu, the fast horse can reach the gold field in at most half an hour, and the back and forth is only an hour and a half, even if there is a toss in the middle and a delay, two hours will definitely be able to rush back, but until now there is no trace.

You Baihu on the side said carefully: "Or, let me go ......"

Bal Tiger said angrily: "You go? It's getting dark, how long are you going to toss again? ”

You Baihu shrank his head and didn't dare to speak.

Bal Hu took a deep breath: "These fifty return artillery pieces are very important, they are a sharp weapon against the Song artillery, and they must not be lost. I can't say it, I went to the camp in person, pleaded with the prime minister, and asked for more servants......"

Balhu is also helpless, the military order is to arrive before tonight, if it is overdue, up to him Balhu, down to the servant, all beheaded. Now it seems that they will not be able to arrive within the stipulated time limit by their own strength alone, so they can only risk being questioned for help.

Balhu summoned his deputy, the Mongolian cavalry, Baihu, to give an explanation, turned over his horse, and led eight Mongolian cavalry to gallop away.

However, as soon as Balhu and the other nine horsemen galloped dozens of steps, suddenly there was a loud rumble on the side of the mountain, and a stream of rocks and mud poured down. The three Mongolian cavalry who rushed to the front were instantly buried by the mudflow after being smashed down by rocks, and Balhu and the other six horsemen stood up. The head of a horse was hit by a boulder bouncing all the way and fell down, and the Mongol cavalry was caught off guard and crushed under the horse's corpse, and as a result, the mud flow surged more and more, and he was buried alive.

When the Bal Tiger was frightened, he saw that the mountain road had been cut off by rocks and mudflows, and he wanted to dig it again, and he didn't have time to think about it.

Balhu was furious: "What's the matter? Could it be that the mountain is puffy due to heavy rain, or is it ......"

At this time, I suddenly heard someone shouting: "Look, there are people on the mountain ......"

Bang bang!

Gunshots rang out suddenly, smoke and flames erupted, projectiles tore through the air, and roared straight towards Balhu and other Mongol cavalry. The remaining four Mongolian knights, who were lucky enough to escape the disaster of the rocks and mudslides, gathered together to dig and dig the mud and stones, and tried to rescue their accomplices who were buried alive, but the bullets swept by, and the four of them fell into the big pit they dug with a muffled grunt, and the blood gushed into the mud, and the yellow mud suddenly turned into terracotta.

Balhu's horse was shot and fell to the ground with a scream. Bal Tiger rolled off the saddle, quickly picked up his bow and arrows from the horse's corpse, dodged and hid behind the horse's corpse, and when his eyes swept away, he saw the figures on the hillside, the guns flashed, and the white smoke was filled.

"Ambushed! It's Song soldiers, it's Song soldiers armed with muskets! Bal Hu's head buzzed, and his eyelids jumped, these Song soldiers shouldn't have come for this batch of return artillery, if so, it would be bad.

Baltiger narrowly escaped, but his men were not so lucky. The Mongol cavalry on horseback were clearly the "main" targets of the attackers, and they were all very conspicuous.

A burst of gunfire rang out, people flipped on their backs, oxen and mules staggered, vehicles overturned, screams and screams were incessant, soldiers and men scrambled for their lives, and the mountain roads were in chaos.

The first wave of raid battles is the most surprising and the most fruitful. At this moment, at least ten Mongol cavalrymen were killed and wounded. Although the newly attached soldiers were not "taken care of", the collision and stampede caused by the chaotic scene also caused many new annexed soldiers to suffer a lot of injuries, and the number of non-commissioned officers who lost their combat strength was no less than that of the Mongolian cavalry.

The quiver hid behind the horse and the cart, waiting for an opportunity to shoot the Song people. You Baihu led two teams of soldiers to climb to the top from the slope over there to attack the Song people. There are not many of them...... "Balhu reacted quickly, commanding and dispatching, and at the same time firing the bow and arrows with the technique of lying down, almost without aiming, just by feeling the swishing of his hand to shoot three arrows in a row. Three arrows in a row, two arrows missed, and with a muffled snort, it was obvious that someone had been hit by an arrow.

The Mongol cavalry no longer dared to use their horses as targets, so they let their horses go, and then hid behind the carts and fired back with bows and arrows - the Mongols regarded the horse as a partner and let the partner be a shield, but no one would do it if they had a choice.