Chapter 298: Flowing Killing

The Yuan soldiers who rushed out like the wind, their hearts were full of incomparable pride, under their high speed impact, the position of any army would be disrupted, whether it was in the grasslands of the north, or the Song people passing through in the south, the enemy was crushed under their unstoppable impact. （）

But today is very different, the cavalry of the Song army in the distance did not start, as if they didn't see them at all, just there quietly pestle, don't they know that the cavalry is as fragile as tofu if they don't rush?

Five hundred paces, four hundred paces, and a long time to three hundred paces, the Mongol cavalry rushing forward straightened up, drew arrows from the quiver and put them on their bows, and waited for the next breath to shoot the first arrow.

The first arrow of the Mongol cavalry was shot with the longbow drawn to its maximum range, with an effective range of about one hundred and fifty paces, and in the high-speed impact of the horses, a distance of about two hundred paces, a skilled archer was able to fire three arrows.

But before their first arrow could pull the bowstring today, a series of loud noises were remembered in the quiet Song army position opposite, and the firelight that burst out in the night tore through the night, illuminating the figures of the gunners on both sides of the artillery wagons extremely tall.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

The continuous sound of breaking the air penetrated into the cavalry brigade of the Yuan army, and the cavalry brigade that was galloping at a rapid speed was hit by the cannonballs that rushed into the ranks from both wings, and at that moment, countless soldiers screamed in surprise, and the entire team in the impact seemed to pause.

The shells of rapid-fire guns are also very valuable, because the first batch of Yuan cavalry rushed out was only more than 1,000 people, so Liu Changhai just waved a small flag, and the cannon just fired was half of the overall configuration.

A hundred shells rumbled and exploded, and the cavalry rushing to death was like grass under a rainstorm, and in an instant it lost its formation, and the soldiers who were lucky enough to escape did not have time to release their arrows, and were carried by frightened horses and ran in all directions.

There were more than 100 horsemen who continued to rush towards the front of the Song army, and seeing that this had entered the range of bows and arrows of one hundred and fifty paces, more than 100 people also shot arrows into the Song army's formation.

"Whew, whew!"

Wooden signs were erected in front of the cavalry, and the bows and arrows fired by the Yuan army were collected as if beckoning, but another wave of soldiers rushed out from behind the cavalry's horses and shot out the jet-black armor-piercing cones in their hands.

More than 100 people were hit by arrows, and of course, more than 1,000 people shot more than 100 people, and then there were fish that slipped through the net, and the archers who had been trained for a long time wiped their necks by themselves. More than a hundred riders and horses rolled on the ground, struggling to stand up or straighten their postures, but their bodies that had been pierced by the armor-piercing cone could not bear the tumultuous blood flowing outward, and most of them curled up on the ground and died in just a few breaths.

Before the end of the place, the second wave of more than 3,000 people had already rushed to the position of the first shelling, but this wave was in a completely different mood from the previous comrades. When they first came out of the city gates, they were also full of pride, whistling and urging the horses, just like galloping in the grassland, chasing the wind and the light to cut off the heads of the enemy.

But in the blink of an eye, more than a thousand cavalry disappeared, leaving corpses everywhere, and they were still rushing forward on their horses, but their hearts had already risen to their throats, and they kept praying for the blessing of the immortal heaven, and not to sound the sound of the cannon.

However, they did not do so, and the same 100 cannons were fired, but this time it was divided into two parts, but it caused greater results and casualties, and more than 3,000 soldiers were cut in half. There were more horses running away than last time, and four or five hundred of them could not control the wounded horses, and some of them turned their heads and ran back, colliding with the horses that came out from behind, and they fell off their horses and became a mess.

Compared with the first wave of teams, these people have more awareness and actions of protection, and there are many people who were not injured in the explosion, but the horses do not know how to protect themselves. Besides, the owner of the horse hid and relied on the horse's body to block the damage of shrapnel, so there were many soldiers in this team who lost their horses on the ground, waving the scimitar in their hands, and they didn't know which direction to kill.

It was difficult for the cavalry to stop, and despite the bombardment of two waves of shells, there was still a team of more than 1,000 people, rushing towards the camp of the Song army in the middle, and was about to step over the more than 100 corpses left last time.

"Do, shoot!"

More than 1,000 archers participated in the last battle, and this time the number of shots has also increased several times, and more than 5,000 archers immediately retreated after firing their arrows with all their might, allowing the archers who had been wound behind them to continue shooting, and so on three times and then look again.

More than 1,000 people were almost nailed to the ground, and in the blink of an eye, 15,000 armor-piercing cones filled the position within a radius of several hundred paces, and none of the Yuan soldiers who had been shot into hedgehogs were spared, even the strong horses could not hold a few breaths.

Zhao Tianyou sat steadily on the big black horse, it was strange to say, the blood on Zhao Tianyou's body was a little boiling today, and a heat was ignited from his back, and he had the urge to rush out of the camp and fight with the cavalry on the opposite side.

Suizhou was originally a military city, almost all of the troops in the city were garrisons, only a small number of people and businessmen, the number of Han troops has not been recruited much, and thousands of soldiers are not enough for a few times, so Ji Zhe'an directly excluded his own elite.

After the Song army eliminated the two rushing cavalry, it had begun to change its tactics, Liu Changhai waved the flag, and the rapid-fire guns, which had been fired flat, began to raise their muzzles and began to aim at the top of the city gate. At this time, a large number of cavalry of the Yuan army were gathered near the city, preparing to rush out of the city gate to fight.

It was a salvo of two hundred guns, sparing the Yuan cavalry who were preparing behind the city gate and tilting the shells behind the city walls. In the roaring explosion, shrapnel from masonry, bricks, tiles, and tiles flew together, and within a few dozen steps of the city wall extending backwards, blood flowed like a river, and the dead and wounded were everywhere.

Ji Zhe'an, who had already rushed out of the city gate, personally led five thousand iron horsemen, howling all the way to the Song army, the continuous blows made him crazy, all the way were the corpses of his soldiers, only crazy continued to kill to dissipate the anger in his heart.

"Song dog! Give it all your life! ”

Ji Zhe'an has a shield in one hand and a seven-foot-long ghost head knife in the other hand, which is completely different from the Mongolian scimitar that has been cleared and sharp, because one of his favorite things to do is to cut off the enemy's head with a single sword, and he likes to watch the blood gushing like a fountain, and the scimitar will be damaged after a few times, which is not as enjoyable as this long and heavy ghost head knife.

The archers of the Song army trotted forward in unison, shooting an armor-piercing cone with their bows and arrows as they ran, and then turned and ran out of the battle with a sharp leap over the wings, like a flowing bow and arrow show. The shooters didn't care about shooting there at all, they finished it like an art, but they didn't give many parties a chance to appreciate it, and after they finished shooting and withdrew from the battle, the Song army's war horses rushed up.

At the top of the list was the big black horse, which roared happily with excitement and clattered its bloody teeth.

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