Chapter 299: Cutting the General Before the Battle

Chapter 299: Cutting the General Before the Battle

The soldiers around Ji Zhe'an fell to the ground like harvested straw, and these riders who were still able to fight with a few arrows in the past could not speak of their suffering under the cover and shooting of the Song army's armor-piercing cone. To say that the military literacy of this team is not low, and at the same time, the physical fitness of their soldiers is second to none, under the tempering of the bitter cold land in the north, every qualified soldier has a strong physique.

However, the biggest feature of the armor-piercing cone shot by the Song army is that it cuts and drills deep into the flesh, no matter how strong the body is, two armor-piercing cones can drain your vitality, even if you can't die at the moment, I'm afraid you won't have the strength to fight again.

After a round of rain of arrows, the cavalry under Ji Zhe'an was still able to continue to charge forward, and only more than 3,000 people remained, and when they rushed forward and pursued the archers who had just turned and ran away, the cavalry of the Song army had already arrived.

The big black horse roared, and the thick voice roared out of the big mouth, as powerful as a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring, and the thick voice was like the howling of a high-horsepower engine, low and powerful.

Zhao Tianyou took out the scimitar and held it tightly in his hand, the target of Ji Zhe'an's tall war horse was obvious, and he didn't need Zhao Tianyou's deliberate guidance at all, the big black horse had already set his sights on this target, and rushed towards Ji Zhe'an with his teeth bared.

The two galloping cavalry torrents collided violently, and the huge impact shattered everything that met it, and countless people and horses lost their lives in that instant, and hot blood flowed out of a fallen body, dyeing the cold earth red one by one.

The big black horse is like the king of the battlefield, its low roar is a proof of strength, and the horses tremble everywhere it passes, and they stop the momentum in the gallop, even if they throw the owner on their backs, they don't want to get close to the big black horse.

Ji Zhe'an had already noticed the oncoming big black horse, and the grim-faced rider on its body, crushing the war horse next to him with a king-like attitude, as long as the rider who lost control was within three feet, the scimitar in the knight's hand would flash a cold light.

"Haha, it's an opponent worth looking at, haha, come and fight me for a few rounds, take your head ......"

Ji Zhe'an's seven-foot long knife had already been raised above his shoulder, ready to slash at the slash in the oblique stab, first drive Zhao Tianyou off the mount, or unload one of his legs, and then slowly humiliate and kill! But it didn't happen as he imagined, and the big black horse had already swooped past him before his long knife fell.

An icy chill spread from his neck to his brain, making Ji Zhe'an immediately close his mouth, and all the strength of his body was suppressed by this coldness, and a very terrible thought filled Ji Zhe'an's brain.

"Oh my God, I got stabbed, I was slashed by that knight......"

The feeling that followed made him shudder even more, a stream of crimson blood sprayed from his eyes and wet his cheeks, and the fiery blood slid along his chest, between his abdomen, and flowed to the vital place.

"It's over! Lao Tzu is going to die! ”

This was Ji Zhe'an's last consciousness, and then his body tilted to the side, and the neck that had been cut in half was suddenly cracked, and he was also angry, and the heavy long knife fell to the horse with his arms, and his body rolled down and was trampled into a pulp by the chaotic horse.

The eyes of the big black horse are quite powerful, every target of the attack is the general of the Yuan army, Zhao Tianyou doesn't need to worry, after getting closer, he will cut his throat with a knife, and then continue to look for the next target.

The cavalry of the Song army dispatched 5,000 men and horses, surrounded these Yuan soldiers who were gradually losing their courage, and launched the most primitive hand-to-hand combat, killing the opponent with the swords and guns in their hands. There is no dodge, only forward, killing every moving enemy you see, and you don't need to worry behind you, because you have your most trusted comrades.

Zhao Tianyou's existence was the last weight that overwhelmed the scales, more than 20 large and small leaders were cut off their throats with a knife, and the 3,000 Yuan cavalry lost all their commanders, and they were completely defeated in the battle without command and discipline.

With no direction and no goal, all the Yuan soldiers began to retreat, and no one took cover anymore, no one took care of their backs, they just wanted to flee in the direction they thought was safe. The cavalry of the Song army, which had already gone through several actual battles, gradually showed its strong strength, and in the case of backward physical fitness and horsemanship, relying on the tacit cooperation of a small team and relying on the advantage of numbers, they harvested the lives of the Yuan army in an orderly manner.

The strong and strong heavy-armored knights, rushing to the front line and the Yuan army to fight and fight, surrounded by the Song army waiting for the opportunity to plot, this is easy to say, seemingly simple tactics, what is needed is the grasp of timing and tacit cooperation to work.

The soldiers of the Yuan army have always been at a disadvantage, and there is no chance to bend the bow and shoot arrows, and the soldiers of the Song army who fight around you will shoot a short crossbow tied to the arm on every soldier who wants to pick up the bow and shoot arrows.

This short crossbow has a fast rate of fire, but its lethality is limited, and it can only have a greater effect if it comes by surprise when it is close. In addition, this short crossbow is only a one-time launch, so the soldiers cruising on the side will only use it to interrupt the movements of the Yuan army shooters when the Yuan soldiers are ready to free their hands and want to shoot arrows.

At the same time, other Song soldiers will go up to fight closely with the Yuan army, so that they have no chance to shoot arrows and hurt people, this tactic is very effective, in front of thousands of Yuan troops after being harvested, the Song army injured under the bow and arrow of the Yuan army is only a dozen people.

The Mongolian cavalry is proud of the world's two skills, superb horsemanship and archery, and was restrained to death, in this fight, the Yuan army's combat power was not even half, or many soldiers could not close their eyes when they died.

Fighting in small groups of dozens of people is a skill that the Yuan army is proud of, relying on the skills of the squad and mounted archery, they will not be afraid of several times their own enemies. But today they felt that they were caught in a boundless quagmire, that they had no strength from the beginning, that they had nowhere to do it, and that they were powerless at the end, and that they had experienced a battle full of despair.

The loss of ninety percent of the commanding generals was even more devastating for an army, and these thousands of people had not yet broken out of the encirclement of the Song army, and all their combat strength had been consumed.

Seeing the situation outside the city gradually quieting down, Zhao Tianyou rode a big black horse and rushed outside the city gate, at this time, the Yuan army that was scattered by cannonballs in the city gathered into an army again, and under the command of other generals, began to climb the city wall to prepare for defense.

Under the waving of Liu Changhai's command flag, the sub-mother cannon was adjusted a little more angle and began to extend its fire towards the city, just bringing those troops who had just assembled into the bombardment range. Four groups of shield-wielding infantry came out of the formation and, in the bright light of the fire, rushed towards the already closed gates.

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