"The Tartars are attacking again." Tang Zhen said softly.

Wang Jin nodded with a solemn face.

This is the second attack, although Hutou Mountain was conquered by the Tianwu army, but the Mongolian army did not lose their minds as imagined, they still launched an attack on the mountain in an orderly manner, still according to the most common attack method.

Only a few foot soldiers and a thousand people went out for the first attack, and they went up the mountain in twos and threes, and after a while, they left more than ten corpses, and quickly retreated, and the Tianwu army was not even a little damaged here.

This is also why Wang Jin is so cautious and cautious now, because the Mongol Tatars are still playing their cards according to common sense, which shows that their commander is still calm. On the battlefield they are not afraid to deal with enemies who have fallen into madness, because after the last madness, they often return to disillusionment; And it is this most calm enemy that is the most difficult and tricky to deal with.

"There are too few bed crossbows." Tang Zhen was not nervous, and said softly, "Although I urgently moved two units from Dazhai on the top of the mountain, it is still a drop in the bucket after all." The Mongol Tatars were different from the last attempt, this time attacking simultaneously from three roads up the mountain. ”

Wang Jin smiled bitterly: "Well, the most dangerous thing is the mountain road in the south, because when we attacked, we had to blast the wall in order to speed up, so we can only barely block it now, but as long as the Mongolian Tatars' brains are not flooded, they know where to attack and break through." ”

The two of them stood on the wall, looking at the black line in front of them from far and near, and soon became flesh and blood.

"Crossbow, let's go!" Wang Jin shouted coldly without hesitation.

With the excellent performance of the Song army's bows and crossbows, such as the Divine Arm Crossbow, it was completely possible to have a round before the Mongolian crossbowmen shot arrows. With his order, the Tianwu soldiers, who were already in full battle, pulled the trigger at the same time, and didn't see if it had hit, but directly pulled out an arrow from the quiver behind him and rewound it.

All the movements are like flowing water, and if you don't know that this is war, you may think that it is a beautiful and neat dance.

If no one dies in battle, then war is indeed beautiful. A magnificence that shakes the heart.

The trebuchet behind also seized the time to roar against the wind, and the stones followed closely behind the arrows, pounced on the Mongolian Han soldiers who were caught off guard.

It is like a wind sweeping away leaves, and like a wind blowing wheat waves. It's just that most of the foot soldiers are still experienced. As he bent quickly, he raised the small shield in his hand as much as he could, trying to block the arrows falling from the sky.

The Mongolian crossbowmen in the back rushed forward with the arrows, intending to hurry into their own range to cover the robes who were struggling among the stones and arrows. It's just that these crossbowmen, who moved forward quickly from behind, quickly attracted the attention of the Song army's crossbowmen. The arrows almost followed their nimble pace.

"Tartar cavalry!" A soldier on the watchtower shouted.

A dark cloud swept the ground, rolling up countless snow powders, and thousands of cavalry had rushed to the foot of the mountain almost instantaneously, and then went straight through the chaotic line of foot soldiers, bows and arrows. And the crossbowmen of the Song army were attracted by the Mongolian crossbowmen for a while, so they didn't have time to react at this critical time.

"Big Shield!" Wang Jin threw Tang Zhen, who was a little overwhelmed, into the snow. The foot soldiers behind him quickly stepped forward with their shields, and the crossbowmen of the Tianwu Army had no idea of facing the arrows with their flesh and blood, and the moment the Mongol cavalry opened their bows and arrows, most of them rolled on the ground and fell on the snow. Just behind the protection of his own shield hand.

The next moment, "clanging", the chaotic and dense arrows continued to smash on the shield, and the soldiers behind the trebuchet seemed to realize that it was time for them to sing the leading role, and the speed of carrying the stones was unconsciously accelerated a lot.

Just when the crossbowmen of the martial army were about to rush up the wall again, the soldiers on the watchtower who had escaped the rain of arrows just now shouted in horror: "There are still ・・・・・・."

The voice stopped abruptly, and the soldier fell from the watchtower with wide eyes. However, if it weren't for his words and reminders at the critical moment, I am afraid that the crossbowmen of the Tianwu Army would have suffered heavy losses in the ensuing arrows.

The rain of arrows finally stopped, Tang Zhen pushed Wang Jin away, just now this guy almost roughly pressed himself into the snow, causing Tang Zhen and Lord Tang's face to be covered with snow and mud. It's embarrassing. Wang Jin looked at him like this, and immediately laughed heartlessly.

Tang Zhen flicked his sleeves, knowing that Wang Jin had saved his life in time just now, so he looked angry on the surface. In fact, when I think about it now, I have a heart palpitation. Perhaps this is the closest thing to death in life, and it is simply a passing by.

"Up!" Wang Jin didn't care about Tang Zhen anymore, but picked up a divine arm crossbow and took the lead in rushing to the wall. In the left compartment of the Tianwu Army, there are few veterans left who have experienced the previous wars of the Tianwu Army, but this Wang Du commander is really one. So it's normal for him to be the quickest of all.

The crossbowmen didn't care about the mud and mess on their bodies, and quickly pounced on the wall. The Mongol infantry did not have the suppression of the arrows of the Tianwu army, and the impact speed was much faster, and at this time the distance from the wall was less than fifty zhang, and their crossbowmen finally had a place to use, constantly shooting arrows in the back.

"Shoot the shots, assault guns!" Wang Jin shouted one after another, pulling the trigger sharply.

In front of the Divine Arm Crossbow, fifty zhang is still a difficult distance to overcome!

The arrows roared, accompanied by the roar of the trebuchets behind, and the Mongol infantry of the brigade fell, while a steady stream of people came up behind, and the Mongol cavalry and crossbowmen also pushed forward desperately, just hoping to send an arrow into the Song army camp.

"Twenty zhang!" One of the people around him shouted a little anxiously, and there were constantly soldiers of the Tianwu Army screaming and falling from the wall of the wall, and the Mongolian infantry was getting closer and closer. From fifty zhang to twenty zhang, a short distance of thirty zhang, at least hundreds of corpses were dropped by the Mongolian Tatars.

Rushing to this distance, even the most calm people will involuntarily go crazy, all the Mongolian foot soldiers looked at the camp wall that was getting closer and closer, and shouted one after another, and the pace under their feet was getting faster and faster, just like that, against the arrows of the Tianwu Army, getting closer and closer.

"Assault rifle!" Wang Jin shouted again, "Fire thistle!" ”

The crossbowmen retreated as quickly as the assault gunmen charged up the wall. Around the other Mongol bed crossbows, soldiers skillfully tied fire thistles to their arrows. In order to achieve the best and most sudden killing effect, Wang Jin has not used the bed crossbow.

"Commander!" One of them looked at Wang Jin. The Mongolian Han family foot soldiers were getting closer and closer, close enough to see the hideous faces.

"Put!" Wang Jin did not hesitate.

The dull roar of the assault spear spilled countless iron bullets, and the bed crossbow also shot out the thick iron arrows. The thistle tied to the arrow had already been lit, and the Song sergeant had deliberately cut the lead short.

The sound of an undulating explosion sounded in the next moment, and the snow that had never been stepped on until now was blown up, and the sky was full of flying snow powder, and through this layer of snow fog that seemed to be foggy but not foggy. Rows of figures could be faintly seen, struggling for a moment before finally falling.

However, after all, there were many Mongolian foot soldiers who rushed up the mountain, and behind them were the Mongolian cavalry who served as archery and supervising the battle, so it could be said that there was no way out, so although there were people around them who kept falling, they still rushed forward with shouts.

One figure after another broke through the snow and fog and reappeared.

Wang Jin drew his saber, he didn't plan to consume the few remaining earth-shattering thunder and thistle terrestris in the second attack, for this Mongolian infantry with only a few hundred people left, he could still solve the problem with the blade.

"The trebuchet suppresses the Tatar cavalry behind." Tang Zhen had also come back to his senses at this time, and commanded loudly. "The crossbowmen continue to hold down the formation, and don't let the Tartar crossbowmen overtake us!"

The Mongol army did not carry siege equipment, so their only and best choice was to attack through the gap in the southern wall, so Wang Jin focused on defending against that gap. Several carts of grain and grass were blocked in the gap, while several crossbowmen with crossbowmen with divine arms hid behind the carts, which were also full of grain bags.

"Kill!" The Mongol foot soldiers raised their shields to fend off the arrows falling from the surrounding walls, and struggled to climb the cart, which was not as tall as the walls.

A crossbowman jerked to his feet and pulled the trigger, and the arrow whizzed out and sank into the Mongolian footman's chest. Immediately after that, Wang Jin took three steps and made two steps to rush forward, kicking over the figure who still wanted to hold on for a moment.

And more Mongol foot soldiers have already poured in. The Tianwu soldiers were also not to be outdone, and tightly surrounded their commanders who took the lead.

Spear to spear, short knife to short knife, white blade added. Blood splattered!

"Hurry up, the Tartar cavalry rush up, everything is over." Wang Jin waved his saber desperately, and several of his personal guards had already rushed straight into the Mongolian soldiers, relying on their own kung fu skills, and a knife was impenetrable.

The crossbowmen of the Tianwu Army, who had long been ambushed on the left side of the cart, were also desperately shooting at the enemy, and the cold arrows that came out of the corner really made the Mongolian foot soldiers who could only rush to the top of the cart with only one or two people at a time unbearable. Soon the cart was filled with corpses, most of which were attacking Mongol foot soldiers.

The Mongolian cavalry under the mountain also found that something was wrong, and they began to urge the war horses, as long as the cavalry could rush up the mountain at this time, Wang Jin would not be able to stop them at the gap even if he had three heads and six arms. It's just that for them, this not too long hillside is not just coming up, Tang Zhen is commanding the bow and crossbow and trebuchet to desperately blockade, and for a time even the Mongolian crossbowmen had to slowly retreat because of heavy losses.

Several spears slammed through the chest of the last Mongol soldier. With a wave of the knife in his hand, Wang Jin skillfully cut off the head of the last tall soldier, and finally couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Although he knew that the Mongol Tatars could not be restrained after just attacking twice, the attack behind could only be more violent, and the defense behind could only be more brutal.

But he had no choice, the 20,000 soldiers of the Tianwu Army entrusted each other's backs, and they had to nail them to this Hutou Mountain if they said anything.

Tang Zhen climbed into the cart with some difficulty, perhaps because he had seen too much blood in the past few days, Du Yuhou, who was still a scholar before, only frowned slightly, and did not feel uncomfortable because of this unpleasant smell of blood.

"Old Tang, old master, don't toss." Wang Jin couldn't help but laugh and wiped the blood from the knife with his sleeve.

"Well played!" Tang Zhen laughed, "Let his mother's Tartars run rampant, and the old men will beat them up like this!" ”

Hearing Tang Zhen's more and more skillful swearing, Wang Jin couldn't help but sigh twice, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "I made this scholar who reads 'Zhihu Ye' well into a guy full of swearing, I don't know if you will be blamed if you know it." ”

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Ye Yingwu turned over and dismounted, and walked straight to the council hall.

Jiang Tie and Zhang Cheng stood under the hall, and when they saw Ye Yingwu coming, they hurriedly bowed their hands, and Zhang Cheng even greeted him and said, "Envoy, Deputy Commander Wu Chucai has returned from the north." ”

"Wu Chucai?!" Ye Yingwu was taken aback, "Why did Wu Chucai come back by himself, and there are 20,000 soldiers in the Tianwu Army?" ”

Zhang Cheng smiled bitterly: "It's a long story, so let's go first." ”

Ye Yingwu nodded, knowing that there were many people here, and it was not a place to talk about business, so he immediately walked in quickly. And Ye Mengding, who was supposed to sit quietly on the chair with his eyes closed, didn't know when he was standing in front of Yutu with his hands in his hands, his brows furrowed, while Wu Chucai turned around inadvertently, and was overjoyed when he saw Ye Yingwu coming back.

Maybe it was because he came in too much hurry, Wu Chucai's clothes and armor and even his hands and face were mud spots rolled up by the galloping of war horses, and it seemed as if he had just walked around from the quagmire. It's just that Ye Yingwu and the others don't actually have to be much better than him, everyone is just as dirty, and there is nothing to care about.

Wu Chucai hurriedly stepped forward and arched his hand and said, "The last general has seen the envoy. ”

"What's going on with Zuo Xiang and the Chinese army, what about Yang Bao and Wang Jin?" Ye Yingwu frowned and said.

Wu Chucai smiled bitterly, walked to the map, and said softly: "Qiyu envoy, the Mongolian Tatar army of 100,000 went south, ostensibly to attack Yingzhou, but actually lured the defenders of Xiangyang out of the city to pursue. ”

"Hutou Shanxi?" Ye Yingwu hurriedly looked.

"Hutou Mountain is the most important camp of Mongolian Tatars on the south side of Xiangyang, and it can overlook Xiangyang City on Hutou Mountain, which can be regarded as a dangerous place, and on Chinese New Year's Eve, Lu Wenhuan led a team out of the city to sneak attack, which is the Hutou Mountain camp of sneak attack." Zhang Cheng explained from the side.

Ye Yingwu nodded, he still knew this: "Go on." ”

Wu Chucai stretched out his hand and pointed on the map: "Although I know that it is dangerous to go north, Yang and Wang both commanded the envoys to lead the army north, but the two commanders thought that if the 20,000 Tianwu army directly attacked Ashu's flank, it would be difficult to cause pressure and influence on Ashu, and it was more likely that the 20,000 army would be trapped on the battlefield and difficult to retreat, so in the end, it was decided to use fake military information to let Lu Wenhuan delay the Mongolian Tartars as much as possible, and then the Tianwu army would directly attack Hutou Mountain." ”

"So Hutou Mountain has been taken?" Ye Yingwu suddenly understood, walked quickly to Yutu, and stretched out his hand to draw a circle around Hutou Mountain.

"Hutou Mountain has been taken, but the last general doesn't know if all the camps have been taken, at least the handsome banner of Ashu on the top of the mountain has fallen, and it has been replaced by a red flag." Wu Chucai's words were worried, "But when the last general left, the Mongolian Tatars had already begun to attack the mountain, so I am afraid that it has been half a day." ”

Ye Yingwu nodded and looked at the map, Hutou Mountain is indeed the top priority of Xiangyang's defense, and Ye Yingwu also knows very well that in real history, it is precisely because Ah Shu occupies the commanding heights of Xiangyang and other peripheral heights such as Hutou Mountain that he can easily block Hanshui and block the Southern Song Dynasty reinforcements. Now that Wang Jin and Yang Bao have taken down Hutou Mountain, they have indeed given him a surprise, but Ye Yingwu is also very clear that Ah Shu will definitely not give up Hutou Mountain easily, and will definitely attack desperately:

"Half a day, it's not enough to throw away Hutou Mountain."

Ye Yingwu is still very clear about the ability of the Tianwu Army, not to mention which of the two guys, Wang Jin and Yang Bao, is a fuel-efficient lamp? Coupled with the dangerous terrain of Hutou Mountain, it is easy to hold it for a day or two.

However, just in case, reinforcements must move north quickly, and ・・・・・・ (to be continued.) )