Lu Wenhuan rode his horse and slowly stepped forward.

Scouts can be faintly seen in the wind and snow, but it is unknown how many of them are their own scouts and how many are Mongolian scouts. By now, the 50,000-strong army had been pulled out and trekked in the wind and snow for more than an hour, and the men and horses were already tired, and if they could not find the traces of the Mongol army as soon as possible, I am afraid they would have to return.

His brows furrowed, and the four or five groups of sentry spies who came back did not find anything substantial. The cavalry commander behind him has asked for orders several times, and if he wants to take 2,000 cavalry as scouts and forwards, at least 2,000 cavalry will help, and the probability of discovering the Mongols is much greater.

It's just that Lu Wenhuan didn't want to send 2,000 cavalry out to serve as scouts, after all, once detected by the Mongols, 2,000 cavalry was not enough for people to stuff their teeth. But for the defenders of Xiangyang, these two thousand cavalry are too precious, and they are completely regarded as the last baby bump, and Lu Wende is willing to take it out, mainly because he wants Lu Wenhuan not to fight more troops.

There were a few Song army scouts who were frozen and stiff and staggered back through the wind and snow, despite the frustrating fact that there was nothing to be found for at least ten miles ahead. The wind and snow were boundless, covering the sight, and Lu Wenhuan's heart was even tighter.

First, he didn't know if the Mongols had discovered him, and second, he was afraid that he would run headlong into some fork in the road, and he wouldn't be able to go back when he wanted to.

Do you want to turn around now? Lu Wenhuan constantly hesitated in his heart, but he gave his brother some guarantees, although Lu Wende didn't seem to take it to heart, but the last time he insisted on going out of the city on Chinese New Year's Eve, he had already made his brother unhappy, and now if he returned empty-handed with 50,000 tired soldiers, I am afraid that his brother will punish himself.

What's more, the battle of Chinese New Year's Eve was a heavy blow to his prestige among the defenders of Xiangyang, and if he didn't hurry up to find a victory to clear the snow, I was afraid that when he took over the position from his brother, the soldiers would be dissatisfied.

Grit your teeth hard. Just when Lu Wenhuan decided to transfer cavalry to serve as scouts, a figure faintly appeared in the wind and snow. Immediately followed by countless figures, black and oppressive, like a dark cloud in the sky sinking to the ground.

Lu Wenhuan was slightly stunned. Before he could react, the scouts in front of him had already rushed back, and some even had arrows stuck in their backs!

"Mongol Tartars, Mongol Tatars have ambushes!" A cry of terror resounded through the snowy wasteland! Although the Song army was 50,000 people, they did not know each other in the long snowstorm. Being yelled at by the scouts like this, almost from front to back, there was a big mess!

Behind the hills looming on both sides, a large group of Mongol cavalry roared out, like a dark cloud pressing down on the flank of the Song army, and diagonally behind, the Mongol Han infantry marched forward with slow steps, rows of spears reflecting white light in the wind and snow.

"Crossbowmen, stabilize the position, and the departments will spread out in order!" Lu Wenhuan was completely stunned by this sudden change. He finally knew why the Mongolian Tartar had not been found, because they had been waiting for him to deliver it to his door!

It was a complete siege.

It's just strange that the Mongol cavalry only appeared on the left flank, as if they wanted to crush the Song army in front of them, rather than encircle it.

Lu Wenhuan took a breath lightly, and comforted himself in his heart that this was just a broken Mongolian foot horse, so he would adopt such a formation, only to drive away and not to encircle. At the moment, his mind was calmer, and the Song army's crossbowmen also quickly stood up.

After all, it was the defenders of Xiangyang, and the people gathered were all elite veterans of the long bloody war in the Southern Song Dynasty. Although he was taken aback by the sudden arrival of the Mongol infantry, he was still able to maintain a barely stable position. The dense array of arrows whistled into the wind and snow as the Mongol cavalry was about to storm the formation.

Hot blood gushed out in an instant, splashing on the snow, bit by bit. It's just that the arrow suppression at this time is already difficult to work. The Mongol cavalry transformed from the original long dark clouds into one sharp sword after another, accurately cutting through the shield array hastily arranged by the Song army.

The neighing of the war horses in the wind and snow, and the desperate shouts of the soldiers in the swords!

In such a raid battle in the wind and snow, almost at the first moment of the fight, it fell into a white heat. The war horse crashed straight into the body of the horse repulsor, the shield and even the Song sergeant, and the snowy saber was raised high and slashed in a strange arc.

"Resist, hold on!" Lu Wenhuan felt that his hands and feet were already cold. In the face of such a sudden attack in such a wind and snow, it is already thankful that he can stabilize and gather the team, and he really has no other higher prayers, and even now, in addition to his futile roar, Lu Wenhuan has been unable to control his commanding envoys who are fighting separately.

After all, the defenders of Xiangyang were better than the garrisons in other places, and when the shield soldiers and horse rejecting spear soldiers in front of them were scattered one after another, two or three loose defensive lines had been re-drawn in the rear, and as long as the shields and horse rejecting rifles were still there, they had the ability to block the Mongol cavalry.

"Heavy armor, hurry!" A Marquis Yu looked at the deeply sunken formation and the blood-stained saber not far away, and he was almost hoarse.

The heavily armored soldiers behind were still struggling to put on their heavy infantry armor. And the Mongol cavalry had already tried their best to rush forward, and the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, and almost every step was a pile of countless corpses and blood.

Snow was falling and covering the bloodied corpses. Faces that were once alive became stiff.

Lu Wenhuan pulled out his sword: "Cavalry, kill with someone!" ”

The 2,000 cavalry who had been watching the battle from behind had long been unable to hold back, and when they heard Lu Wenhuan's order, they immediately shouted and clenched their blades and caught up with their commander. Unlike the cavalry of the Tianwu Army, which was obviously Mongolianized in a hundred battles, the Xiangyang cavalry was still equipped with the horse lance that the Han cavalry had always had, and in the wind and snow, the long horse lance was slowly flattened!

No one in the cavalry of the Song army spoke, their breathing became more and more rapid, and the speed of the war horse under their crotch was getting faster and faster. The horse lance pierced the wind and stabbed straight into the chest of the Mongol cavalry! One by one, the bright blood flowers bloomed in the wind, which was particularly dazzling.

"Southern barbarian cavalry, quick siege!" Several Mongolian commanders have discovered this sudden killing of the Song cavalry, for the Song cavalry they actually never dare to despise, every general who has fought with the Song army knows that although the Song cavalry is not strong, not even a suitable war horse, but they want to come as the last killing, when the Song cavalry dispatch, there are only two possibilities.

This Song army already had a plan to deal with it. Or rather, this army is ready to die on the battlefield!

In the face of sharp horses, even the Mongol cavalry, which had been crisscrossing the fortress for so many years, had to retreat and control the horses more flexibly in order to be able to deliver a fatal blow on the relatively weak flanks of the Song cavalry.

"Crossbowmen. Suppress! There was a loud shout from behind, and the crossbow roared almost simultaneously, and the slowly retreating Mongol cavalry was hit head-on by a sudden arrow on the way around the flank, and in an instant hundreds of people fell from their horses, and the ground was full of screaming soldiers.

"Athletes on the prairie. The sky is watching you, assault! The Mongol commander shouted in Mongolian with all his might, and the Mongol cavalry that had originally circled the flank changed the direction of their horses almost instantly, and rushed straight into the unsuspecting Song infantry next to them.

The foot soldiers of the Song army were nervously dealing with another Mongolian cavalry that was entering the formation, who would have thought that this Tartar, who should have been restrained by his own cavalry, would actually kill him from the flank and rear, and he rushed directly to the position of the crossbowman, non-stop.

The flanks and rear were very weak, and even the shield bearers were scattered with five or six hundred people, and in the face of the onslaught of thousands of Mongol cavalry, they had collapsed almost at the moment of contact. With the desperate retreat of the shieldman. Crossbowmen and spearmen were already in disarray.

also realized that he had been deceived, but Lu Wenhuan gritted his teeth and ignored his own foot soldiers, and went straight to the waist of another Mongolian cavalry with 2,000 cavalry. The Mongol cavalry also realized that this Song cavalry was very dangerous, and immediately decided that half of the men continued to rush forward, and the other men and horses turned their horses to meet the Song cavalry.

Lu Wenhuan smiled coldly, but he did not meet the enemy, and once again turned the head of the war horse, the two thousand Song cavalry were like the prey that the Mongolian cavalry always wanted to eat but could not eat, constantly going around in circles in the wind and snow, and the surrounding Mongolian cavalry had to give up the foot soldiers in front of them. Turn to these elusive opponents.

While the Song army's infantry was completely in disarray, the Mongol cavalry was also in disarray.

It's just that a wise man thinks a thousand times, and he will eventually make a mistake, not to mention that Lu Wenhuan can't be called a wise man. After all, he still forgot that there were still a large number of Mongolian foot soldiers behind. These may not be as powerful as the soldiers stationed in Ezhou, but they are better than enough foot soldiers to fight straight into the chaotic Song army formation.

The heavily armored soldiers who had just gone out in armor had not even shown their powerful combat power against the cavalry before they were overwhelmed by the overwhelming Mongol foot soldiers. The sheer size of the axe and the heavy armor left them with little power to turn their muscles against the tide of foot soldiers.

"Kill it!" The commanders in the back tried their best to drive away the soldiers, but the soldiers who were already exhausted all subconsciously retreated.

In the wind and snow, the 50,000 soldiers of the Song army fought separately, but gradually they were driven by the Mongol infantry and had to retreat to the southwest.

"It's getting farther and farther away from Xiangyang." Lu Wenhuan looked at the increasingly unfavorable battle situation in front of him and the Mongolian cavalry chasing after him like hungry wolves on the grassland. couldn't help but take a light breath, and he felt more and more ominous in his heart, this was probably a trap specially set by the Mongolian Tatars, and what he wanted was the lives of these 50,000 soldiers!

Just when Lu Wenhuan couldn't make up his mind, an exclamation broke out in the southwest.

"The trap, it's a big trap!" I don't know who roared first, and the Song army, which was already slowly retreating, fell into chaos completely!

This was already an obvious ambush, just southwest of the Song army, twenty or thirty pits, large and small, not only narrowed the way back, but also devoured the lives of hundreds of soldiers. This kind of pit with bamboo sticks buried in it, falling down is basically a dead end.

"Tartars, they're all Tartars!" Followed by a shout that made Lu Wenhuan completely heartbroken, in the southwest direction, the originally faint figure in the wind and snow gradually became obvious.

Black flags fluttered in the wind, and the Mongolian cavalry of the brigade slowly revealed their hideous figures, as if they were already eating on a plate in front of them. A detachment of 1,000 Mongol cavalry roared past the pit, and although the wind and snow were so heavy that it was difficult to mount a cavalry fire, it still caused greater panic among the Song army.

Lu Wenhuan subconsciously looked to his side, and the two thousand cavalry behind him had been caught up by the Mongolian cavalry with faster horse speed and better horse control skills. In the southwest, I don't know how many Mongolian infantry are emerging, and in front of him, the Mongolian infantry is attacking the Song army wave after wave. It was as if he wanted to drive all the remaining Song troops into those huge pits.

A complete conspiracy, there is no other way out!

Lu Wenhuan grabbed the reins of the horse: "Sons, let's kill a way out, we can't sit still!" ”

The two thousand cavalry behind him were cavalry after all. The fatigue of a long journey is less than that of a foot soldier, and if you can be elected as a cavalry, you must be the elite of the elite, so Lu Wenhuan shouted, and the cavalry who didn't want to admit defeat and rout responded one after another. There were only 1,600 or 700 soldiers left, desperately instigating their horses, and the red flags covered with scars were still flying lonely and unyielding in the wind and snow.

Several of the defeated foot soldiers of the Song army saw Lu Wenhuan's fluttering banner, and they all moved closer to this side, and the crossbowmen finally lived up to their mission, and the divine arm crossbow roared again, and from time to time accompanied by the dull roar of the assault rifle, finally drove away the Mongolian cavalry like maggots with bones.

It's just that what gave Lu Wenhuan a headache was that the Mongolian infantry soldiers obviously also discovered this Song cavalry that escaped by chance, and there were nearly 10,000 soldiers with spears in their hands who moved their feet to force this side. To be able to annihilate this cavalry of the Song army is definitely a great achievement. Even if they can't, they must be driven under the sabers of the Mongol cavalry.

"Is the heavens going to kill me?!" Lu Wenhuan couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the last time he took advantage of the Chinese New Year's Eve sneak attack, he was recognized by Ashu, but this time it was Ashu who deliberately sold a flaw, and he insisted on sending troops despite his brother's opposition.

It's good now, I didn't do it, but I suffered another defeat!

"General, what should we do now?!" Several helpless people hurriedly gathered over, "The soldiers under your command have already lost more than half of them." We can't hold it anymore. ”

"Towards Xiangyang・・・・・・ no. Breakthrough in the direction of Yingzhou! Lu Wenhuan gritted his teeth and said, "Ah Shu must have expected that we would retreat in the direction of Xiangyang, so there must be heavy troops deployed over there, and there may even be another pit dug in the area." So the best way is to go to Yingzhou. ”

One of the heads of the capital hesitated and said: "But general, Yingzhou is in the southwest of us, and it is not easy to kill it." ”

Lu Wenhuan gritted his teeth and said: "Then there is no other choice, the pit has almost been filled in now, and it is estimated that Ah Shu in the southwest direction does not dare to have too many men and horses, so let's kill it from this direction." As long as the Mongolian Tartars are killed, they will naturally be able to rush out. ”

Several people looked at each other with some doubts, but after all, they still bowed their heads, they couldn't think of other useful ways, anyway, it was Lu Wenhuan's responsibility to not break through when the time came, at most they were just following orders.

"Rush!" Lu Wenhuan shouted loudly, and the Song army's foot soldiers once again took their already heavy steps, stepping on the thicker and smoother ground, and advancing towards the southwest.

The Mongol infantry offensive in the southwest was also very ferocious, constantly squeezing the defeated troops of the Song army in front and retreating to the northeast. The Mongolian infantry cavalry in the rear was violently divided into two teams, attacking the flanks separately, but exposing the northeast direction.

It looks like the Song army broke through from here.

As long as the commander of the Song army has not been frightened, he knows that this is clearly another trap that has been arranged, but at this time, most of the Song army officers and soldiers have long been dizzy, and they don't even know which direction they are breaking through, they only understand that where there are no Mongol Tatars, there may be hope for survival.

Lu Wenhuan's face was already pale, and he watched his cavalry team stumble under the impetus of the flow of people stumbling north.

This is a conspiracy, obviously to swallow these 50,000 troops in one gulp!

But now no one listens to him, and the entire Xiangyang has gone south for 50,000 steps, and it has been defeated!

More Mongol cavalry emerged from the northeast, row after row, like the Grim Reaper executing the Last Judgment. The Song soldiers seemed to have forgotten to look ahead, and just stumbled to meet the enemy who appeared in front of them again.

Lu Wenhuan's heart twitched violently.

Without these 50,000 cavalry, the pressure on Xiangyang to defend the city will increase sharply, and the morale of the Mongolian infantry cavalry will also be greatly boosted.

Two lines of tears flowed in the wind, and then they turned into frost.

Brother, I'm sorry for you! (To be continued.) )