The fourth volume of the sharp blade out of the sheath Shenzhou moves

Li Xiang and Fang Peilun greeted Hulan Her, and the rest of the people held iron rods to meet the guards.

In an instant, there was a clattering sound everywhere, as well as the muffled snorts and screams of people.

Li Xiang squinted at the corner of his eye, only to see that the soldier had already laid down more than a dozen guards, and was hit by a dozen catties of iron rods, all of which broke their muscles and bones, and died on the spot.

One of the Mongols was shot in the head, and his entire head seemed to be smashed into the neck.

Hulan Hel didn't care about the life and death of his subordinates, his legs were clamped, the war horse galloped forward, and the long lance was stabbed at Li Xiang.

Li Xiang dodged to avoid this swift movement, without hesitation, his left and right legs were used at the same time, and his right hand swung the knife into the air, he felt that his right hand was stagnant, and when he looked back, Hulan Her's head had been cut off and flew in the air.

At the same time, Fang Peilun's double knives also slashed at his chest, one of which was stuck in the corpse.

When he saw the moment when Hulan Hel was beheaded, the Tartars were finally completely defeated, and they had no heart to resist.

The battlefield was in chaos, and the drums sounded on the south bank, and the Tartar realized that there were countless cavalry on his flanks like a wave, and wave after wave of horses were charging.

The cavalry penetrated deep into the flank, and were already miles away, except for the scattered fleeing rangers, most of the Tartar deserters were trapped.

The cavalrymen fired their guns and slashed with spears or sabers, and almost no one was their unanimous enemy.

Under the scorching sun, the red cavalry roared like a wild cloud, roaring and galloping with the wind and thunder, undulating with the galloping of thousands of war horses.

There are also many cavalry horses under the war horses draped in armor curtains, and the cavalry groups gather together, like the surface of the lake reflected by the sun, sparkling, and like a mirror, reflecting the people's special eyes.

Iron hooves on the ground, people shouting horses neighing, huge drums like thunder, guns roaring, this situation and this scene, like an incomparably magnificent oil ink painting, make the heaven and earth change color, mountains and rivers moved.

Under the world, don't say that these Mongolian Tartars who have been frightened, who dares to face this giant wave at this time?

Dozens of Taiji had already begun to flee, and by the time the cavalry was discovered, there were even more fleeing.

After the death of Hulanher, all the Mongols completely lost their minds to resist, fought so far, and fled in disarray, and everyone's mental and physical strength was almost exhausted at once.

They were hungry and thirsty, and they were so tired that they fled all over the mountains without a queue, and between heaven and earth it was as if they were the defeated soldiers who could not run in a queue.

They ran all over the mountains, whipping their horses and galloping wildly, and their hooves trampling on the grass and raising smoke and dust in the sky.

The cavalrymen were lightly armed and rounded up in several semicircular arrays, and the Tartars showed no signs of resistance, which allowed them to calmly fire a volley.

After each shot, as if hunting rabbits and pheasants, strings of Tartars fell from their horses, and then the cavalrymen slashed and chased after them with sabers, constantly cutting down the Tartar knights who were colorless and wanted to dodge.

The lancers also use throwing weapons, which is a rare experience, this is not a training ground, and naturally there is not much danger.

Many lancers take their aim calmly, measure the wind and distance, and then throw their spears, which then see the spears pierce through the body and bring the knights off their horses.

There are also people who throw iron bones, this heavy throwing weapon was once the sharp weapon of the Tartar cavalry, and the Tartar cavalry used it to reap countless lives on the battlefield.

Now it was being used by the lancers against these fleeing enemies, and those who were smashed were without exception with broken bones and blood.

There are also war horses that are smashed, and after hitting the war horse, it will make a bombardment-like sound, and then the horse falls to the ground softly in place.

If it hits the head, it is a muffled sound, and the horse immediately falls, and the knight on the horse is also crushed under him.

In this way, he chased forward for more than ten miles, until he could no longer see a single escapee.

Countless Mongolian Tatars strewn across the wilderness, and most of their quivers were still full, and the arrows were full.

None of these men had the memory to shoot back when they were dying, and the three quiver bags were at least two hundred or more arrows, which were now useless.

In the area of more than ten miles, human corpses and horse corpses are stacked on top of each other, which can be said to be horizontal corpses all over the field, and black blood flows on the ground, gradually immersed in the black and yellow soil.

The ownerless war horses began to scream, but now the movement on the battlefield is small, and these war horses began to scatter on the grassland in twos and threes.

The seriously wounded were moaning, the lightly injured were wailing, and the mournful screams of the wounded horses made the entire battlefield like a ghost domain.

Although it was summer and the sun was blazing, when you were on such a battlefield, it made people feel chills, and they felt extremely terrifying and panicked.

More and more baggage soldiers crossed the river through the pontoon bridge, and the Mongol archers who had just shot arrows on the river bank were either killed or had already chosen to surrender.

There were many corpses floating in the river, and the boats downstream kept picking up the floating corpses and bringing them ashore, and if they found out that they were tartars, they hooked them ashore with an iron hook, and then immediately cut off their heads, pushed the corpses aside, and waited for further processing.

The water was still red, and the entire mile-long river exuded a strong and pungent smell of blood, and floating corpses kept floating downstream.

There were the most corpses under several pontoon bridges and in the reeds by the river, and many of them were lying on their stomachs, if not for this scene, it would be more like swimming or playing in the river.

Many Tartars on the shore knelt down and asked to surrender, and many people came from the pontoon bridge, and they were so angry that at least two or three hundred people, including a considerable number of people, were shot dead and more than a thousand wounded when the bridge was just erected.

With the bridge-building tools in their hands, they began to beat the surrendered Mongol Tartars, who rolled on the ground and let out wails and screams.

When Zhang Yun saw this, he just twisted his head away coldly.

Blood debts are repaid, these Tartars who followed the Jiannu Koubian did not kill the people of the Ming Dynasty.

After venting, the beating finally stopped, and the cavalry also stopped killing, beating the scattered Mongols together, hundreds of people, and ordered them to kneel and wait for disposal.

Some of them, perhaps noticing the bodies of their relatives or Motobe Taiyoshi, began to cry with their beards pulled at their knees.

The crying infected many people, and when Zhang Yun and most of the people crossed the river through the pontoon bridge and stepped on the battlefield, the corpses could still be seen everywhere, and the sound of crying Tartars shook the sky, making people feel sad and unbearable.

Huang Zongxi and Wang Fuzhi and other scholars also followed, in fact, they could not have come, but as literati, they also had some side plots, and the imaginary Tang Dynasty side poems and poems had never been seen, so they came to watch.

As a result, the tragic situation on the battlefield made most people sick.

Seeing that Wang Fuzhi and the others were pale, Zhang Yun said: "And Brother Nong, the soldiers are fierce and dangerous, this is the normal state of war. ”

Wang Fuzhi still sighed: "This kind of scene, I feel that it is enough for me to see it once in my life."

It's really miserable, whether it's us or the Tartars, the dead were brought up by their parents who were pregnant in October, and no matter what, I can't be happy because the enemy has died so much. ”

Huang Zongxi didn't speak, but he also nodded solemnly.

Listening to Wang Fuzhi's words, Zhang Yun disagreed, he smiled and said: "And Brother Nong is still too soft-hearted, what a brilliant and passionate scene this is?"

Men of our generation can only applaud the meritorious soldiers and feel happy for them, and we must be kind to the dead and wounded in battle, instead of being sad and sad, and be women. ”

This is a very serious statement, but Wang Fuzhi doesn't care.

He just shook his head, and then said: "I only learned today that the soldier is a murder weapon, and the saint has to use it as a last resort. ”

Compared with these literati who moaned without illness, the generals were full of spring breeze and high spirits.

Establishing military merits is one other aspect, and the most important thing is that after this battle, the next battle will be much easier.