The next day, He Zongzhe personally led a thousand iron horsemen, one man and two horses to attack Anfeng City.

Originally, he wanted to capture thousands of Han Chinese from Shouchun City to take the lead - this is a common trick used by Yuan Dynasty generals.

In their eyes, the Han people, especially the Nanren (the remnants of the Song Dynasty, later referred to as the Han people in the Jiangnan region), are no different from pigs and dogs, and are the first choice of cannon fodder for conquering cities.

But this proposal was vetoed by Yelu Xionghuo, of course, on the grounds that he sympathized with the Han people, and just last night he tortured the lower half of the two Han girls basically useless; Instead, this time he attacked Anfeng City, and the soldiers were very fast: before the Anfeng defenders got the news of the fall of Shouchun, they caught him off guard.

The cavalry were afraid of increasing the burden, so they didn't even dare to bring more rations, let alone the southerners who were not good at riding.

These lazy goods, cannon fodder will definitely not be successful, but the cumbersome is almost the same.

At noon on the second day, a thousand Mongolian iron horsemen arrived in the dust, only a dozen miles away from Anfeng City, in an unknown and steep valley.

Along the way, there was no wind or grass.

From the mouth of the scout who was sent out to investigate the enemy, I learned that there were few people nearby, not to mention the sentry riders in Anfeng City.

He Zongzhe was secretly overjoyed, ordered his already exhausted subordinates to dismount and rest, and ordered someone to pick out the dying old horses in the team, find a secluded place to kill them, and take horse blood and horse meat to reward his subordinates.

Of course, He Zongzhe, a straw bag general with only two "great" ideals, still knows some ways of marching soldiers, such as when running thousands of miles, he must not light a fire.

Although this precipitous valley is not very close to Anfeng City, if dozens of smoke rises from this place where birds don't, it will definitely attract the attention of the patrolling guards at the city gate.

Therefore, in order to ensure the success of the sneak attack, he could only aggrieved his subordinates to eat raw horse meat and drink horse blood.

Of course, for the cavalry who had only brought two days' rations and had a bird in his mouth, he could eat a mouthful of meat, even raw, at this time of hunger; Drinking a bowl of blood, even if it smells bad, is something to celebrate.

Promising a bunch of benefits to the screaming subordinates about the silver house Naiko, He Zongzhe picked up a flat boulder and sat down, took a pot of good wine handed by his own soldiers, and poured a big sip on his back.

The wine entered the intestines, and immediately turned into a snake spitting a letter and rushed into He Zongzhe's throat, cold and slippery, passing between his liver, gallbladder, heart and lungs, and the burning sensation was even more incessant, making him red-faced and red-eared for a while.

After the wine went down, He Zongzhe woke up and exclaimed, "Good wine!" Sighing with satisfaction, his eyes inadvertently swept over the scenery on both sides of the valley, and he couldn't help but admire: "It's a good place to hide and ambush." ”

After a short time, the scouts sent out to explore the wind brought He Zongzhe good news: Anfeng City was peaceful, the city gates were wide open, and hundreds of cooking smoke slowly rose from the city, and Qingyun was alone—obviously not realizing that the big war was coming.

"These lowly Huza, when they are dying, still don't know it. It's worse than our little lambs on the grassland. ”

He Zongzhe laughed a few times, turned over and jumped on the horse, pulled out the scimitar at his waist, and shouted: "Sons, follow me to smash Anfeng City and capture Han Lin'er alive!" ”

As soon as he opened his mouth, the surrounding cavalry began to repeat his words loudly, and they spread out in circles like waves, and later, hundreds of people shouted in unison, "Smash Anfeng City and capture Han Lin'er alive ......"

He Zongzhe took the lead, rode his horse out of the canyon, and shot at Anfeng City like an arrow.

Approaching the city, He Zongzhe raised his eyes and glanced at the empty city, and his heart suddenly felt contempt, but for the sake of safety, he still ordered: "Release the arrow!" ”

"Whoosh!"

The Mongolian cavalry who were good at riding and shooting arrows bent their bows together, and the rain of arrows in the sky rushed to the head of Anfeng City like locusts, and several screams sounded, and the soldiers defending the city staggered and fell down the pheasant.

"It's boring!"

He Zongzhe sighed, waved his big hand, and two words smashed out from between his lips and teeth, "Siege!" ”

The cavalry behind him was like locusts in transit, overwhelmingly flocking to Anfeng City.

When the officer defending the city suddenly saw the end of his field of vision, he suddenly crashed into more than a thousand Mongolian cavalrymen, and was so frightened that he didn't even have time to pick up the helmets that fell to the ground, let alone close the city gates, and rushed into the city with rolling belts.

As soon as he shouted "Tartar is coming" twice, he was caught up by Mazi, the king of Wanhu, and his hand fell with a knife, and a dead head rolled to the ground.

"Kill!"

Wang Mazi raised his arms and rushed into the enemy's ranks.

The other cavalry who missed the first kill, of course, would not let go of the opportunity to make another contribution, and they flocked to the front of the Anfeng defenders who were too frightened to walk, and there was a burst of chopping melons and vegetables.

"A bunch of rubbish!"

He Zongzhe didn't even have the interest to look at these cowardly men, spat on the ground, and rushed to the end of the urn city.

"Boom!"

At this moment, a low and muffled sound like rolling thunder was heard not far ahead.

Dozens of stumbling ropes rose from the ground, bringing the yellow sand flying and stumbling over the most cheerful cavalry to the ground.

The doorways on both sides of the urn city suddenly opened, and the defenders of Anfeng who were hiding in it rushed forward with spears in their hands, stabbing to death all the cavalry who had not yet stood up, and avenging the dozen unlucky people who had died in vain at the head of the city before.

The ambush soldiers came and went in a hurry, not giving the Mongol cavalry a chance to react, and the cumbersome door of the cave was slowly closed.

The Mongol cavalry was confused, so they did not dare to rush forward.

He Zongzhe in the formation didn't understand the plan yet, but just urged with a little annoyance: "The urn city has been broken, these lowly Huzha are just dying and struggling, and they can't turn up the big waves. Sons, give me Chong, the first to enter the inner city, a bounty of a thousand taels, a hundred silk horses! ”

Under the heavy reward, there will be brave men.

A certain greedy cavalryman screamed strangely, and rushed straight forward with his sword.

In his eyes, behind the closed city gate, it should be a broad road to enter the gentle township of drunken gold, as long as this door can be opened, wealth and wealth are at your fingertips.

One person is in trouble, and there are countless servants.

Most people are driven by greed to run forward, while a small number of people are involuntarily in the current, so they have to go with the flow and die when they turn back.

And when they found that their companions who rushed to the front were not attacked by tripping horses, the hiding holes where there were many soldiers ambushed on both sides of the urn city were also silent, and the big stone hanging in their throats landed safely, and they were no longer cautious, and rushed forward.

"Whoosh!"

Just as the screaming cavalry scrambled to charge towards the inner gate, rows of arrows rained down from the sky, pulling them back.

After the rain of arrows, the surviving cavalry had not yet had time to rejoice, only to hear a bang, the earth shook and the mountains shook, and disaster struck......