Song Jun, who was ambushed on the big trees along the road in the black pine forest, tried hard to pull the branches around him, hoping to cover his figure, but the effect of shielding was always not good, either showing his head or showing his buttocks.

"Oh, where is this ambush, is it a target on a tree, as long as the eyes of the Yuan soldiers are not blind, they can see us!"

The lieutenant general beside Qin Song has been complaining that five hundred crossbowmen can only have one round, and if they can't finish killing the Yuan soldiers, they will be hit by the opponent's bow and arrows, and the divine arm bow is difficult to step on the tree to string, doesn't Master Wen understand?

"Nonsense, I'll slap you in the mouth again!"

Qin Song leaned against a big tree, holding the spear in his hand, today he brought these people out of the ambush, he didn't think about going back alive, a general can die on the battlefield, is the most powerful proof. Deng Huaiyuan's death was under Zhao Tianyou's arrow, but as a general, what can he do, Zhao Tianyou's mercy under the knife has made him feel cold, and he has no ability to take revenge.

The grudge against Zhao Tianyou was transferred to Wen Tianxiang, when he first took over the military and political affairs of Zhangzhou, he made trouble, and he didn't cooperate much, and when he was sent out today, he and Su Yong had the same idea, Wen Tianxiang wanted to use the Yuan soldiers to eradicate dissidents!

Since it is better to die on the battlefield, it can also prove my Qin Song's loyalty and courage to the Great Song Dynasty, kill a few more Yuan soldiers and let Wen Tianxiang see, the blood-stained battlefield is my true male nature, you civil officials can only sit there and give orders.

There was a rumbling explosion in the distance, just like the sound of the thunderbolt cannon being tested at the head of the city at that time, Qin Song wondered for a while, could it be that Lord Wen moved the city defense crossbow to the Five Tiger Slope to ambush the Yuan soldiers? Before he could figure it out, the sound of horses' hooves shaking in the distance could be heard, and the moment of decisive battle had arrived, and it was also the end of his own life.

After Qin Song gave an order to prepare for battle to the ambushed sergeant, he was ready to fly and jump down for a while, fight to the death with the Yuan soldiers on the main road, and sprinkle this blood under the black pine forest.

The sharp whistle of the sentry in front reminded the ambushed team not to move, and after the galloping horse team rushed by, Qin Song's blood that had been burning just now was already boiling.

"General, which one is this, could it be that Yuan Bing is here to send us horses? Lord Wen specially instructed us to shoot people and not horses, amazing, Lord Wen, unpredictable prophet! The adjutant general's mouth was chattering, and Qin Song was a little unhappy when he heard it.

"If you can tell the prophet before you know it, you can tell us to ambush a fart and get some fodder to receive the horses!"

Qin Song said that he was also churning vigorously in his heart, as a general on a horse, and there was no cavalry available, what a pity! What if I had three thousand iron horsemen was a topic that the generals of the Song army often talked about, and seeing that seven or eight hundred war horses ran past, he also coveted whose hands these horses would fall into.

"That's true, but Master Wen told us to shoot someone, we definitely have a chance to shoot!" The deputy general's mouth was so unsoothing, if he hadn't followed Qin Song since he was a soldier, he would have to wonder if it was someone sent by Wen Tianxiang to anger him.

The sound of explosions came from the direction of Wuhupo again, Qin Song heard it really this time, it was definitely the sound of thunder, it seems that Master Wen is not blindly arranged, but really prepared, this time it should be Yuan Bing!

"Squeak, squeak."

The whistle came, the sound of horses' hooves followed, and the Yuan soldiers who were galloping forward turned out to be throwing away their armor and coming crookedly, and the cavalry who rushed to the front didn't even have a bow on their backs.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

The unique firing sound of the divine arm bow is endless, and the crossbow arrows that go out at a distance of two or three zhang can penetrate the chest and armor, and can even shoot through the whole person. If it weren't for the slow firing of the Divine Arm Bow, the need for strong winding, and the disadvantages of being attacked by cavalry if it couldn't hold on to three rounds of shooting, I really don't know what the outcome of this war between the Song and Yuan Dynasties would be.

The muffled screams are endless, and the arrows fall off the horse is considered a hundred, and some of the Yuan soldiers are shot by the arrows but do not fall off the horse, and the body is shot through and the blood flows like an infusion, and they have to endure the bumps of the horse's galloping, and the blood is dried alive before being planted on the horse's back.

Five hundred people really could only launch one round, and they only had time to launch one round, leaving behind the corpses in one place, Dong Wenshan's horse team had already rushed through the black pine forest and galloped towards Zhangzhou City. At this time, the horses were already sparsely scattered, and there were only five or six hundred soldiers on the back of a thousand horses, and the rest were all empty saddles, and only the quiver and water bag tied to the saddle could show who his original master was.

Dong Wenzhi wiped the blood off his face, looked at the team that was already ruined and had no morale, and a trace of retreat arose in his heart. There are pursuers behind me who can trap me in Pingchuan, I will lead a horse around the city, and then cross the Jiulong River to go back to move the rescue troops.

"Listen to my order to bypass the city wall to the east, let's turn to the Jiulong River, return to Ludao to move the rescue troops, and then slaughter Zhangzhou and skin Wen Tianxiang, a lost dog!" The road chosen by Dong Wenzhi is more than three times farther than when he came, but as long as he does not return to the horse to face the Song army who threw bombs, he believes that the remaining five or six hundred people will not have an opinion.

The flags on the head of the city were waving and the handsome flags were fluttering, and the rows of Song troops looked at the Yuan soldiers under the city from a distance, and they had long lost the awe-inspiring and frightened expressions of the past, and replaced them with extremely relaxed smiles. Those disheveled people are the invincible Yuan soldiers who killed all over the world, at the earliest, Deng Huaiyuan killed more than 100 people with a trench, and this time Lord Wen beat them like lost dogs, so what is there to fear.

Dong Wenshan hesitated for a moment, whether to launch a few waves of arrow rain at a group of sprints coming up from the city, but looking at the panicked soldiers around him, he shook his head and dispelled his thoughts.

"Let's go!" As soon as Dong Wenshan raised his hand, the team turned their horses and marched eastward, and he cast a resentful look at the people in the city, and left after hitting the horse.

But Wen Tianxiang is a hospitable person, and finally two thousand horses came, even if they were all killed and ate horse meat, they would not let him go so easily. The front team screamed in amazement, dozens of horses fell into the trench, and the soldiers on the horses were also stabbed to death by sharp stakes.

At this time, Dong Wenzhi was scared, the top of the trench was covered with thin slabs of floating soil, and it was not clear to the naked eye at all, if he didn't send someone to dismount and explore the way with a wooden cane little by little, otherwise these cavalry would all be explained here.

What to do, Dong Wenjiao looked at the front and was anxious, Wen Tianxiang is an old dog who is actually taking every step of the way, and killing is everywhere, today is really careless, shouldn't he come! But now it's useless to regret it, you can only use your life to fight for a bloody road, anyway, it's someone else's life.

"Fifty to the left, fifty to the right, rush forward!"

Dong Wenshan was already anxious, and as soon as this order to fill the pit with his life came out, the faces of several Mongolian leaders suddenly changed greatly.