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The wind howled and swept across the unobstructed field. The grass was miserable, and it bent its waist with the wind. But even if the grass had bent down, it could still hold back the cavalry that was speeding along the grass.

These cavalrymen seemed to be only 200 people, and the Mongolian bantam horses they rode were originally small, and these cavalrymen were deliberately lying in the saddle, so it was normal to see them even in the much shorter barren grass.

It's all Mongolian armor, but most of the armor is torn, and some even have blood stains, more like a team fighting in the end. At the forefront of the longitudinal horse gallop was Jiang Hao, the commander of the front carriage of the Tianwu Army, and Wu Chucai was beside him.

Originally, there were more than 100 foot soldiers, but considering that the walking speed was too slow, and there were more than a dozen lightly and seriously injured soldiers, Jiang Hao gritted his teeth and asked them to go south to contact Ye Yingwu first, and only selected a few soldiers who could ride horses to fill the vacancy in the Hundred Battles Capital. Although the number was reduced by 100, the two hundred cavalry moved more quickly.

And for Jiang Hao and Wu Chucai, it was originally a gamble of nine deaths, if it succeeded, it had nothing to do with the more than 100 exhausted foot soldiers who ran to Xingzhou, and if it failed, there was no need to take another hundred lives.

Although those foot soldiers were very unwilling, after all, this was the Tianwu Army, and the military orders were like mountains, and no one could resist them. No matter what mistake Jiang Hao made this time and this time, how would Ye Yingwu clean him up, at least at this moment, he was the commander of the front wing of the Tianwu Army and their boss.

Maybe in normal times, I must have a lot of thoughts in my heart, but at this time, I am facing the rolling north wind. Jiang Ho is hot. He only has 200 cavalry, but if he wants to open the city gate and rush in to burn grain and grass, these 200 cavalry are enough.

Bringing thousands of foot cavalry to disguise defeated soldiers, no fool will believe it. On the contrary, there is some possibility of these two hundred cavalry.

"It's Gwangju in front of you." Wu Chucai slowly straightened his waist. The 200 people had been galloping in the dark for I don't know how long, but it was certain that the sun had not yet set when they set off, and it was already the moon in the middle of the sky.

Needless to say, looking at the dimly lit city in front of him, Jiang Hao had already guessed three points. Gwangju was already suffering from war. The city is mainly stationed to carry and dispatch grain and grass, ordinary people have long been unable to see, plus the garrison of grain and grass naturally have to be careful of the candles, so a huge city does not have many lights, not Gwangju where else can it be?

"Prepare, centurion." Jiang Hao smiled at Wu Chucai and rode forward first.

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Tang Wuren Muhuali (author's note: all Mongolian names and other ethnic names in this book will refer to historical records, not the author's fiction, so if you see all kinds of strange names in the future, please forgive and respect history) stands on the wall of Gwangju. The so-called "Tang Wuren". In fact, it is the Western Xia Dangxiang people, Mongolia since Genghis Khan's death after the conquest of the Western Xia, surrendered to Mongolia after the Dangxiang people are called Tang Wu people, although the status is not as good as the Mongolian headquarters, but the status is much higher than the status of the Han people in the north.

And because the Tang Wus fought bravely, the Mongolian generals still relied on these party cavalry soldiers, for example, Muhuali was a member of the Tang Wuren generals who were favored by Ashu, otherwise they would not hand over such an important town as Gwangju in the south to him for defense.

Although it was winter, the forehead of the wooden flower was already full of beads of sweat at this time, and although the lights of Gwangju were dim behind him. But those with a little experience can see that the busy people in the city are densely packed with strong men, and those that are like flowing rivers are grain carts. At this time, Mu Huali no longer had the leisure of sitting in the rear at all, because he knew it very well. In front of that elusive Tianwu army, it was impossible for the four or five thousand sons under his command to stop them, and then keep the grain and grass in the city.

During the day today, whether it was Tianjiazhen or Qizhou, the Mongolian infantry horses advancing in both directions seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and there was no more news, and even the grain wagons and horse teams sent did not return. At first, Mu Huali thought that the front was advancing too fast. So I didn't care, and I was even secretly happy in my heart, but until noon, there was still no figure in the south, and Muhuali realized that something was wrong.

While urgently reporting to Ashu, he sent sentry horses to the south, but these sentry horses were the same as those Mongolian foot horses, and there was no news of the mud ox entering the sea. Just when Mu Huali was frightened, Ashu's order came, and the grain and grass in Gwangju were quickly transferred to the north, and at the same time, a Mongolian cavalry team of 10,000 people was sent south to respond, and at the same time, Mu Huali was to do his best to hold Gwangju and meet the defeated troops in the south.

But Mu Huali knew very well that it was impossible to contact the Mongolian 10,000-strong team in the dark night, so he could only draw troops from his soldiers who defended the city to escort the grain and grass convoy north, after all, these grains and grass could be eaten by 100,000 people for two months, and if it fell into the hands of the Tianwu army or was burned by a fire, it would be an unbearable loss for Mongolia.

Especially now in winter, there is a shortage of green and yellow, and these hoarded grain and grass are even more important.

With the burden on his shoulders, it's no surprise that Muhua is nervous.

And at this moment, the sound of horses' hooves came from the south, and the wood flowers frowned slightly, and the heart, which was already difficult to calm down, beat faster. He didn't know where the hell was coming from this way, and if the southern infantry was defeated, it would be thankful, because Ah Shu had asked him to meet the defeated soldiers in the south as much as possible, and now if these defeated soldiers ran back by themselves, it would be tantamount to lightening the burden on himself.

But this is only if, there is also a possibility that the cunning southern barbarians disguised the defeated Mongol army to deceive the city in the hope of burning the grain and grass. However, Muhuali asked herself, the probability of this possibility is too small.

He followed Ah Shu across the north and south, and it was not a day or two, once or twice, to fight with the Song army, and these timid southern barbarians were already very fortunate to be able to repel the Mongol infantry that came to attack, and he had not yet seen anyone who would take the initiative to attack the Mongol-controlled city. Even the Tianwu Army, which has risen like a comet, has no such "criminal record".

In any case, Muhuali County ordered his subordinates to prepare dry food, if it was really a defeated army from the south, they would definitely be hungry. These Mongolian cavalry masters are not easy to serve, although Muhuali has always been domineering in front of those Han people in the north, but when these masters who really have their own heads come. Rao is that he has won the trust of Ah Shu, and he has to be discouraged.

There weren't many torches in and out of Gwangju Castle, and only the lighting torches in the caverns under the city walls could illuminate a small area, but there were only two torches. Or Muhuali only sent someone to light it temporarily today.

The cavalry that had come from afar came very quickly, and it was able to stop under the city. Mu Huali looked closely, and almost everyone in the cavalry team of 200 people was wounded, and even more so, their clothes and armor were all red, and they didn't know how long they had been fighting bloodily. And the cavalrymen who were entrained in the middle were all drowsy on horseback.

Originally, there was not much difference between the Han and the Mongols in the north and south. Now that the lights are dim, it is even more difficult to see the detailed appearance of these people, but there is no doubt that this is a horse team that escaped by luck after a bloody battle.

"Who's coming?" Muhuali asked loudly, using Mongolian, which is still proficient, and now there are more Han people under his command than Tang Wus and Mongolians, so Muhuali can speak Chinese even better than Mongolian.

Jiang Hao glanced at Wu Chucai, Wu Chucai smiled bitterly, waved his hand, and a cavalryman stepped forward. said in Mongolian: "A certain family is under the seat of the generalissimo of Zhengnan, retreating from Tianjia Town, quickly open the city gate and let someone in, otherwise you will look good!" ”

The Tianwu Army is a place where the elite of the entire Tianwu Army gathers, and it is not surprising that one or two soldiers can speak Mongolian, especially those who fled south from Huangzhou and Qizhou, because it is adjacent to Mongolia, so most people can speak a few words of Mongolian.

The soldier's Mongolian was not very good, but if he spoke it quickly, it did not prevent him from being stunned. He secretly annoyed that he still needed to work Mongolian. And looking around at some unknown Han soldiers, stunned that a Mongol could not find it - of course, it would be even more strange if he could find it - in desperation, Muhua could only try to continue in Chinese:

"Don't panic, Mongolian lords, can you say it in Chinese?"

Jiang Hao and Wu Chucai glanced at each other, and they both saw the ecstatic look on each other's faces. As long as the defenders were not Mongols, it would be even easier. After all, it is a bit mysterious to want to use this kind of Mongolian language with two knives to open the city gate.

At that moment, Rice stepped forward immediately, and Jiang Hao said impatiently in a somewhat yin and yang weird Chinese: "A certain commander, you guy really don't know what to do, open the door quickly!" The old man and those southern barbarians fought in the dark, crying and shouting for their mother, and they were hungry. Open the door! ”

Jiang Hao hasn't finished speaking, many Han soldiers in the city, including Muhuali, are secretly laughing, this Mongolian lord's Chinese voice is strange, and he is self-righteous and misuses idioms, how can he say that he "cries his father and calls his mother"? It's really rude. However, this kind of ridicule can only be hidden in the heart, and if it is revealed, it may be a disaster of death.

However, when he heard Jiang Hao's incompatible Chinese, Mu Huali was relieved, and I am afraid that only Mongolian masters can speak such "distinctive" Chinese, at least this invisibly proves that they are true.

"Open the door! Just send someone to keep an eye on it. Mu Huali made up his mind and said loudly, "You Mongolian lords still ask for forgiveness for sins and anger, the last general has already sent someone to prepare a meal, and also invited all Mongolian lords to enter the city to enjoy." ”

Mu Huali breathed a sigh of relief, Jiang Hao is not like this, as long as the city gate is opened, the rest of the matter will not tolerate you. It's just that when Jiang Hao's hand slowly stretched out to the hilt, Wu Chucai touched him lightly:

"Don't act rashly, let's go to the city to see the situation."

The city gate in front of him slowly opened, and Jiang Hao secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: "It's okay, but don't take it lightly." ”

Wu Chucai nodded, and rode forward first. At this time, there was no room for them to hesitate, perhaps these Mongol defenders had seen through them and laid an ambush in the city, or perhaps they had really prepared a hot soup and meal to entertain them, and now these 200 cavalry had fallen into a desperate situation.

Whether or not he can make immortal feats with the land of the nine deaths is just a thought.

"The Tianwu Army will win." All the cavalry silently recited in their hearts, the repeated failures of the Song army over the past hundred years have made them no longer pin their hopes on the heavens, but on the banner fluttering in the hearts of each of them.

If the Tianwu Army is here, it will be able to redeem this Tiantian!

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"Jiang Ho, they have entered the city?" Ye Yingwu stood on the hill north of Gwangju City and said softly.

"Well, the Sentinels just watched them rush into the city." Jiang Tie, who was standing beside Ye Yingwu, replied respectfully, following Ye Yingwu several times to fight, which had made this leader of the personal guard more stable, and there was always a look of worship in his eyes when he looked at Ye Yingwu.

Just behind the two of them, in the desolate grass, if you don't look closely, you won't notice that all the people who are in ambush under the black pressure are Song soldiers. No one would have expected that the place where the Song army appeared was not in the south of the city, but in the north of the city.

The north gate of Gwangju was still open at this time, and a team of grain trucks were slowly moving north, along the official road not far from the hill where Ye Yingwu was located. It can be said that as long as Ye Yingwu waved his hand at this time, the Tianwu Army would be able to directly cut off this official road.

"Where is the Mongolian team of 10,000 people who came to support?" Ye Yingwu said unhurriedly, even if Jiang Hao is impulsive, Wu Chucai is not a dry eater, so these two guys will not make trouble for a while.

Jiang Tie shook his head helplessly: "There is no news yet." The speed of this 10,000-strong team going south is very fast, so the last general estimates that there is not much time left for us. ”

"We've never had more time." Ye Yingwu stood quietly, "But this time, Jiang Hao and Wu Chucai immediately decided to go north to Gwangju, which saved us a lot of energy, and they were able to concentrate on blocking the grain and grass in Gwangju here, which can be regarded as winning a lot of time." The army is expensive and fast, and the battle is quick and cannot be delayed. ”

"Now ??????" Jiang Tie was a little helpless, of course he knew that he would fight quickly, but it was you Ye Yuanjun who didn't give the order, okay? And now with every delay there are more grain wagons heading north.

Ye Yingwu glanced sideways at Jiang Tie: "Don't panic, these grains and grasses, do you think they can run away?" ”

"Huh?" Jiang Tie subconsciously exclaimed softly, and then fell into silence.

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On both sides of Gwangju's modest streets, it is rare to see well-groomed houses, most of which have been replaced by promenades of grain. Perhaps they were also afraid that these Mongolian lords were pretending to be Southern Barbarians, so the two hundred-man teams of the defenders in the city put down their work of carrying grain and grass at this time, and slowly followed one left and one right.

"What should I do?" Wu Chucai asked softly.

"I don't know what the envoy thinks now, but I am sure that with the character of the envoy, there is a ** in the vicinity of Gwangju. In that case??????" With a faint smile, Jiang Hao's hand slowly stretched out to the hilt, and the smile on his face dissipated, "Why hesitate!" Brothers, do it! ”

Wu Chucai has been waiting for this moment since he entered the city gate, and the two hundred-man foot soldiers are not enough to resist the hundred battles!

"Do it, Tianwu Army, kill!" Wu Chucai drew his saber and rushed forward side by side with Jiang Hao.

The two hundred cavalry accelerated violently, and the fire thistles and fire folds that had been prepared long ago were thrown at the grain stacks on both sides at the same time, and the flames that rushed to the sky were already burning in the next moment. And the two Mongolian infantry teams of 100 people who were in charge of monitoring were completely frightened by this sudden change.

"Tianwu Army, kill!" One by one, the sabers were raised and fell, and blood gushed out, sprinkling on the cavalry's already scarlet robes, making them even more gorgeous. (To be continued.) )