This time there were too many enemy soldiers, and dispersing the forces would only lead to faster defeat.

Qian Jin adjusted the formation and divided the frontal people into two echelons. The first echelon is the door panel formation composed of craftsmen, and the second echelon is the Jinyi guard, Liu Fucai led more than 100 officials to protect the emperor, and respond if necessary. The same is true for the right wing.

The craftsmen were all recruited by Ding Wei from the capital, and they had no experience in fighting the enemy. The door panel in their hands, which is more than six feet long and two feet wide, is their weapon. Qian Jin only gave them two tasks, and when he saw the Tartar soldiers, he collided with them, and when he heard the sound of the bowstring, he blocked them.

After the arrangement was completed, Qian Jin stared at the Tartar soldiers swarming at the bottom of the mountain, and silently counted the time of the handover between the two sides in his heart. When the Tartar soldiers rushed to a distance of more than a zhang, he drew his Miao knife and pointed down the mountain, and issued the first command: "Craftsman echelon, rush!" ”

All the doors were originally upright in order to hide the reality. Hearing the order, the craftsmen raised the door panel in their hands in groups of twos and rushed towards the Tartars with a shout. The Tartar soldiers who rushed to the front were as if they had been hit by a siege tree, and they immediately fell to the ground on their backs, some of their ribs were directly broken, and blood gushed from their mouths.

Qian Jin was overjoyed, and immediately issued a second order: "The craftsman echelon is blocked, and the brocade guards are covered!" ”

The craftsmen were instructed to immediately erect the door panels as cover and keep the front side airtight. The brocade guards of the second echelon had already drawn their knives to keep up, and immediately replenished the Tartar soldiers who were lying on the ground. The Tartar soldiers who rushed up later slashed at the door panel with their scimitars, and they couldn't do anything for a while.

Wu Ju said with a smile on the side: "The craftsmen of the winery often use the door panel as a bed, which makes the work of the door panel have already been perfected. ”

"Can't be too happy yet. If the Tartar soldiers rushed to the top of this mountain, no matter how thick the door panel was, it would not be able to stop it. Qian Jin ordered the craftsman echelon to push down the door panel, and the Tartar soldiers in front couldn't dodge, so they had to retreat down the mountain, and some even fell directly to the ground, and were killed by the Jinyi guards who followed up.

The Jinyi guards worked in groups of three, staring at only one Tartar soldier at a time, greeting the upper, middle, and lower three ways together, advancing forward like a meat grinder. This is the wheat cutting tactic that Qian Jin agreed with Ge Yun before.

There were two hundred brocade guards on the front side, and at most seventy or eighty Tartar soldiers rushed to them at one time. When the two soldiers meet, the Jinyi Guard only needs to rely on the numerical advantage in the limited space to condescendingly harvest the enemy at the fastest speed, then their follow-up battles will always be two hundred and seventy, and the pressure will naturally be much less.

As it turned out, Qian Jin's tactics worked.

The Tartars were brave, but that was when they were on horseback. Now they are just taller than the Jinyi Guards, and the attack on the three Jinyi Guards naturally suffers, plus it is another back attack, the first wave of attacks they have suffered a lot, leaving more than 80 corpses defeated and retreating halfway up the mountain. On the right flank, Ge Yun commanded a hundred brocade guards and fifty craftsmen to block the onslaught of the Tartar soldiers.

Liu Fucai divided more than 50 officials to clean up the battlefield.

The battle damage came out. This time, Chen Guo's side suffered twelve casualties, five Jinyiwei were killed, and seven craftsmen were wounded. In a hurry, there were no handles on these door panels, and the craftsmen struggled to block the Tartars, so they could only cling to the edge of the door, and the Tartars took advantage of the chaos to cut off their fingers. After a rough calculation, the battle loss ratio between the enemy and the enemy reached 7:1, which is already a very big victory.

Qian Jin ordered all the craftsmen and brocade guards to retreat, and at the same time raised the door panel high to prevent the opponent's bow and arrow from sneaking up. He himself kept an eye on the movements of the enemy troops down the hill and on both flanks.

At the foot of the mountain, the big man in the tiger skin was as heavy as water.

He has been crisscrossing the grassland for more than ten years, and today he has suffered a big loss on this hill. In the past, when he faced the enemy, he was often staggered by the rain of arrows from his sons before he saw his majestic posture; The overwhelming cavalry charge, that was the enemy's nightmare. As long as the light of the Immortal Heaven shines wherever it goes, he has the confidence to win against anyone. But at the foot of this hill, the bow and arrow shot to the top of the mountain are estimated to be caught with bare hands. Not to mention the cavalry charge, when the time came, it was not known whether it was a man on a horse or a horse on horse.

But he also has his own glory. If he loses today, what face will he have to face his own tribe in the future, and what confidence will he have to defeat the attack of the Warat army.

After a moment of silence, he swept a pair of leopard eyes over Chen Xiong's body, and then let out a roar at the Tartar soldiers on the mountain: "For the glory of the Immortal Heaven." Sons, you are limited to taking the mountain within a stick of incense and capturing the emperor alive. ”

The Tartars boiled.

Yes, the Immortal Heaven is watching me, so what's the matter if you die in battle; Yes, what a great honor it must be to catch the emperor of Chen State.

Qian Jin looked at the Tartar soldiers who had reorganized the attack, and a bad omen welled up in his heart. He turned around and walked up to Liu Fucai and said: "This time the Tartar soldiers are fierce, and when the enemy and us are fighting, Liu County Commander will take advantage of the chaos to lead His Majesty to retreat from the back mountain!" ”

There is actually a trail down the hill from behind, but the mountain is a bit rougher. Qian Jin didn't let the emperor retreat on this road at the first time, because he knew that it was the next step. If the Emperor had withdrawn from here early, it would not have been long before the Tartar cavalry had discovered them, and at the speed of the cavalry, they would have been intercepted in less than a quarter of an hour.

The only chance is that he draws the attention of the Tartars to the battle directly ahead. But in that case, he probably won't be able to survive. In the seventeenth year since he came to Chen Guo, for the first time, he felt that he was so close to death, and at the same time he felt deeply powerless.

Although Zao Wou-Ki had been in the palace for a long time, he also knew that these four or five hundred people on the top of the mountain could not stop the Tartar soldiers from attacking, but today he didn't want to retreat.

The first time he heard about Qian Jin was in Yu Dayou's report. At that time, he was still thinking about how it was possible for one person's flesh and blood to drag more than 50 Japanese robbers to death. While admiring him, he also had deep doubts in his heart. In today's battle, he finally knew the answer: there are really people in this world who are not afraid of death.

Zhao Wou-Ki walked to the side of a servant, coldly pulled out the lancet he was carrying on his waist, pointed to the bottom of the mountain and said coldly: "I will not retreat today, all Aiqing, please fight to the death with me." All those who died in battle, regardless of their background, have their future affairs taken care of by the imperial court, and the old people and heirs of the family are supported by the imperial court. ”

Qian Jin and Liu Fucai looked at Zao Wou-Ki and wanted to persuade again, but the Tartar soldiers were menacing, and there was no time to persuade again.

Qian Jin returned to the front of the battle, held the wind and thunder knife in his hand, and issued his most heroic shout tonight: "The monarch will fight to the death with me, how can we wait for the reason of not fighting to the death!" Kill! ”

Nothing grandiose. The ramming of the first echelon with the Tartars began.

This time the Tartars learned to be obedient, and the strikers planted soldiers with maces, and smashed the door when they saw it. The craftsmen were defeated, and the door panels in their hands were also shaken off, and several craftsmen were even shocked out. Fortunately, the opponent did not have many maces, but it also smashed a gap in the first echelon, and the Tartar soldiers were about to take advantage of the situation to attack.

As soon as it was too late, a brocade-clothed guard with a long beard picked up the door panel with one hand and swung it at the Tartars who rushed in, and one of the Tartars was knocked into the air. The brocade guard threw the door panel in his hand towards the gap, and then picked up another door panel on the ground, rushed out of the breached, and slammed left and right, knocking down the surrounding Tartar soldiers.

This person is the sixth son of the king of Jinyi Wei, who was newly acquired by Qian Jin. Since he was subdued, Qian Jin didn't care much about him, which was tantamount to free-range. I never thought that he was so brave today and solved his urgent need, but it is really a drink and a peck, a cycle of cause and effect.

There is no time to rejoice, there are more and more Tartar soldiers who climb the mountain, and if they don't think about cracking it, it is only a matter of time before they lose.

Qian Jin raised the Miao knife in his hand and shouted loudly: "Jinyiwei, kill with me." ”

The first Tartar soldier to encounter was a fat man, his face was full of fat, his eyes were crowded together, and he was now slashing with a scimitar. I don't know why, Luo San's face suddenly appeared in Qian Jin's mind, but the Miao knife in his hand didn't stop, and slashed directly on his belly. The Tartar soldier touched his wound, and there was an incredible look in his eyes. At this time, Qian Jin had already killed Wang Liuzi.

At this time, the swordsmanship taught by Gao Yuan, as well as the Qian swordsmanship, were no longer useful, and there was only one thought in his mind: to kill the enemy as quickly and efficiently as possible.

Wang Liuzi was already a little out of strength at this time, and his movement to swing the door panel was also a little sluggish. Qian Jin rushed all the way towards the direction where he was, and everywhere Miao Dao went, there was blood light. When Wang Liuzi saw Qian Jin rushing to help, he simply waved the door panel in his hand, and at the same time picked up a scimitar on the ground and slashed at the Tartar soldiers, and struggled to move closer to Qian Jin.

The two hundred brocade guards behind him had also rushed out. At this time, the experience they had accumulated in killing the enemy in the five military camps became important. I saw that they were still in groups of three, and if one person attacked and killed, there would be two people next to them to cover and respond; If you retreat, someone will resist you. It's a pity that they don't have shields and spears in their hands, otherwise the effect of this set of small three talent formations will be even more obvious. After a while, the Tartar soldiers' assault slowed down.

But even so, there are still brocade guards who keep falling.

The Tartars on the mountainside could not rush up the hill, so they began to shoot arrows and snipe. The arrows were all pointed, long-range, and penetrating, and the brocade guards were not wearing armor, and the middle ones fell to the ground one after another.

Qian Jin struggled to shout behind him: "Shopkeeper Wu, Liu County Order, come to support quickly." ”

The pressure around the craftsmen had been relieved, and at this time they had reorganized their formation and raised the door panel in front of the brocade guard. Many of the officials of the county government were armed with water and fire staffs, and their lethality to the enemy was limited, and many officials picked up stones and threw them down the mountain.

Seeing that they could not attack for a long time, the Tartars retreated again down the mountain.

didn't have time to take a breath, Qian Jin led another hundred brocade guards to support Ge Yun's battle formation. When he arrived on the right flank, he couldn't help but gasp. I saw that the mountain was full of Tartar soldiers, and Ge Yun's one hundred brocade guards and fifty craftsmen were already powerless. There were even more than thirty Tartar soldiers who bypassed the battle formation and rushed towards the hill where Zao Wou-Ki was.

Qian Jin forced himself to calm down. He ordered all the brocade guards to rush to Ge Yun's aid, and he himself rushed towards the thirty or so Tartar soldiers alone. There are no fancy, whether it is the opponent's sword or the soldiers who rush over, they all slash it with the wind and thunder sword.

I can't remember how many times I swung the knife, and I can't remember how many people fell under the wind and thunder knife.

A Tartar soldier touched Qian Jin behind him and was about to raise his knife to slash Qian Jin, but suddenly stopped, and the tip of a lancet appeared on his belly.