The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and the fire tribulus terrestris was filled with the most primitive ** after all, if it was really its power, it was difficult to cause fatal injuries to people, not to mention that these fire tribulus terrestris were thrown downward, and there was still some distance from the Mongolian cavalry on horseback, and it was even more difficult to hurt people.

On the contrary, because of the fright of the explosion, some of the war horses jumped wildly, and even many cavalrymen with superb riding skills involuntarily turned over and fell off their horses.

And then pierced the short spear that came from the smoke and dust, because it was not aimed in the first place, so the accuracy was even worse, and the soldiers of the hundred battles were only able to control the horses freely for a long time, and there was naturally no discipline in throwing the short spear, so it only injured a few people scattered.

Although the commander of the team did not become one of those "lucky people", the dust splashed still caught him off guard and ate a mouthful of sand, through the increasingly thin smoke, the commander looked at the figure of Song Jun, who had become a black spot from afar, and the brow under the fur hat was tightly wrinkled into the word "Sichuan".

Except for one centurion who really became the "lucky one" because he rushed to the front, the rest of the centurions quickly gathered over, and their eyes invariably turned to the centurion who led them. A centurion gritted his teeth and said hatefully:

"This Song barbarian is really cunning, and he doesn't have any guts, he doesn't dare to fight with us, he always plays these false things, someone should chase after them and kill all these Song barbarians!"

Hearing this, the rest of the centurions also gritted their teeth with a "rattle" sound, eager to break the bodies of those unruly and hateful Southern Song Dynasty barbarians just now. On the contrary, the Qianfu was more cautious by nature, frowned and looked around, and found that he didn't know when his thousand-man team was only six or seven hundred people left, and the rest of the people fell on this not too long pursuit road, so he subconsciously took a breath of cool air.

He looked up and saw that the black spots of the Song army that were still faintly visible in front of him had disappeared, and the entire road was empty, only the wind blew and caused countless wild grasses to sway, and the surrounding hillsides were overgrown with tall and low shrubs and trees, and no one knew how many archers with bows and arrows and tripping horses were simply a nightmare for cavalry hidden in the dense grass.

"Immortal Heaven is above, Mongolian warriors, how can you be afraid!" A centurion noticed the hesitant look on the captain's face, and even left the subordinate relationship between the two sides behind, and drank in a daze. The rest of the centurions also had flames in their eyes, and their hands were on the hilt of their swords, although they still looked at the centurion quietly, but the dissatisfaction in their eyes was undisguised.

The commander sighed: "Nanban is cunning, be careful. ”

This can be regarded as the commander of the thousand to soften, and the few centurions in the current situation can no longer be persecuted, and hurriedly responded: "The subordinates obey the order." ”

Before the words fell, several centurions turned their horses and led their hundred-man cavalry team to chase after them in a hurry.

The commander hesitated for a moment, then looked up at the sunny sky, which was blue, as if their gods were watching it all silently. His heart tightened, and the commander muttered: "Immortal Heaven bless!" ”

As if Changshengtian was really unwilling to bless him because he was angry at his hesitation just now, on the densely wooded hillside in front of him, dense and tricky arrows had already poured down, and dozens of Mongolian cavalry who were charging at the front fell off their horses one after another.

The cavalry behind was reprimanded by the centurion, struggling to maintain a complete formation, and then hurriedly bent the bow to shoot, but unfortunately the arrow just now was only shot once, and most of the Mongolian cavalry who saw where the arrow was shot had already been hit by the arrow, so the follow-up cavalry could only shoot as hard as possible in the direction of dense trees.

"Leave these hateful Song barbarians alone, rush over, rush over!" The centurion who had taken the lead in attacking the commander just now was undoubtedly a violent temper, raising his saber in his hand high while roaring angrily and commanding his chaotic subordinates.

And under a big tree less than a hundred zhang beside him, an Anji soldier was holding the divine arm crossbow that Ye Yingwu's hundred battles had hurriedly left behind just now, and he didn't care about the beads of sweat that kept coming out of his forehead, he seemed to be one with the weeds and shrubs under the tree.

And the lookout (sight) on the crossbow of the god arm has already encased the most fierce centurion called yelling in it. The head of the Anji army knew very well in his heart that as long as he shot himself, it would inevitably cause the rest of the Mongolian cavalry to shoot back, after all, although the warriors who shot eagles on the grassland were relatively backward in their hands, but the dense arrows shot over, anyone would become a hedgehog. But if you don't shoot and wait for these cavalry to sort out the formation, the remnants of the Anji army in front will inevitably catch up.

Du Tou closed his eyes, and at this moment, the fingers of his right hand clasped fiercely!

The arrow whizzed out and landed in the chest of the Mongolian centurion with unmistakable accuracy. The centurion, who was still raising his arms and shouting just now, looked at the arrow feather inserted in his heart in surprise, and his burly body fell straight into the dust, and a stream of blood arrows spurted out of his mouth, staining the earth red.

"Centurion!" The nearby soldiers shouted one after another, and more people quickly shot the arrows that had been prepared in the direction where the arrows flew from!

On the hillsides on both sides, the rest of the Anji soldiers who stayed behind to cover pulled the trigger again, and countless arrows covered the forward of the Mongolian cavalry!

"Immortal Heaven is above, kill them all!" The commander, who was still a little cautious just now, couldn't help but have red eyes, drew his saber, jumped off the back of the horse on which he was fighting, and led his own soldiers to kill the slopes on both sides with a roar.

As if to understand what was going on here, the hundreds of Mongol cavalry who arrived one after another, while dividing a small part of the men and horses to rush to the hillside with the friendly forces in front of them who had been repeatedly attacked by sneak attacks, and at the same time, under the leadership of a commander, went straight south along the main road.

"Whew!" The Anji soldier just now looked at the arrows falling around him, let out a long sigh of relief, and then calmly shot the last arrow into the chest of a Mongolian soldier who was almost two feet in front of him!

"There it is!" More Mongol soldiers had already rushed to the place where the Anji army was hiding.

The divine arm crossbow was broken and thrown aside, and the Anji army smiled coldly and picked up the Pu knife on the ground: "Sons, kill the Tartars!" ”

"Kill the Tartars!" More than 50 soldiers of the Anji Army jumped out shouting, each of them raised the knife in their hands, and everyone held their heads high, disdainful of the opponents who were getting closer and closer!

The sound of slaughter once again shook the long, narrow official road, and more of the Mongol cavalry had already followed the open road straight south.

The Anji soldier was stabbed in the back, and taking advantage of this opportunity, the Pu knife in his hand slashed down on the fragile neck of a Mongolian soldier beside him. The Mongolian soldier didn't even have time to scream, and the blood splattered all over the Song and Mongol soldiers who were fighting each other.

"Ahh Dutou let out a scream, and a bloody blade pierced his chest from behind.

"Lao Tzu's blood is red・・・・・・" The head of the capital quietly looked at the sharp blade, and the surrounding Mongolian soldiers had already rushed up, slashing and poking the saber in their hands, and the flesh and blood of the body of the head of the capital were blurred!

The head of the capital only met the light, his eyes widened, and he held the knife tightly, and there was an indelible smile on the corner of his mouth.

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Listening to the sound of killing behind him again, Su Liuyi forcibly stopped his ** from turning back, just held the saber with greater strength, forcibly held back the tears that kept rolling in his eyes, and strode forward. The fifty soldiers who stayed behind were the elite of Su Liuyi's personal soldiers, and they were the elite of the entire Anji army, and they were the thousands of veterans who survived with him Su Liuyi's bloody sons and daughters who fought in Huaishang!

And today, these backbones who once supported the entire Anji Army have been buried on this long official road, up to the second-in-command of the Anji Army, the deputy commander Chi Chongshan, and down to every pro-soldier who once smiled shyly in front of him!

They all went like this, for the sake of this infinite country.

And Su Liuyi must endure humiliation and live, firstly, in order to preserve the fire for the Anji Army and regain its glory, and secondly, to prevent these heroes who have fallen one after another from being forgotten by the world! If Su Liuyi was allowed to choose, he would rather choose to live to death with countless brothers of life and death like Chi Chongshan, but unfortunately when he woke up from the bumps, he already knew that he had no choice.

Looking up ahead, there is a prominent mountain fork, many, many days ago, the neat, brand-new, mighty Anji army, it was here that embarked on the journey of blood and fire, many, many days later, he took the Anji army, which had been broken and had lost the backbone support, once again walked here. Revisiting the old place, the scenery is not different, but the Si people are gone.

Ye Yingwu and Su Liuyi didn't speak from beginning to end, the two of them seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding, and both sides just rushed frantically with their own subordinates. Baizhan was divided into more than fifty divine arm crossbows, and his combat power was not as good as before, but he still did not hesitate to follow Anjijun far away to cover the back road.

If the fifty men who decided to die did not hold back the Mongolian cavalry, Baizhan would not hesitate to turn the horse's head and have a real life-and-death struggle with those Mongolian cavalry, and a splendid bloom like a summer flower.

Behind him, the sound of horses' hooves was loud, but the sound of killing had disappeared.

Can't you get out after all? Su Liuyi looked at the mountain fork in front of him, out of the mountain fork will be an open field, if the remnants of the Anji army can not pass quickly, it will be surrounded and intercepted by the Mongolian cavalry in the most frenzied way.

"General, look!" The captain of the pro-soldier suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

Su Liuyi subconsciously raised his head again, on the mountain fork that should have been barren and desolate, a large banner with the word "Song" was fluttering in the wind, and at the fork of the mountain, rows of chest-high shields were erected, and the armor soldiers wearing silver armor and holding the divine arm crossbow were neatly arranged, and there were two or three hundred people. There is a passage left in the middle of the big shield, which must be for the remnants of the Anji army to pass through.

Behind this phalanx, there was smoke and dust flying in the sky, and no one could see how many Song troops were waiting there, but looking at this formation, they thought a lot. And if you look closely, the fork of the mountain is also full of armor soldiers, and the arms are flat, and from this posture, you can think of holding the crossbow of the divine arm.

Standing in front of this formation, one was Zhang Shun, who was wearing battle armor and always felt a little nondescript, and the other was Lu Xiufu, who stood proudly and well-dressed.

Seeing these two people, Su Liuyi and Ye Yingwu breathed a long sigh of relief, both of them knew in their hearts how much strength they had, but at least this bluff was very good, but I don't know if the trick that Zhang Fei and Zhang Yide played on the Changban slope back then could scare away the fierce Mongolian cavalry.

The sound of horses' hooves and bows and crossbows behind him had suddenly sounded, and Su Liuyi and more than fifty personal soldiers did not rush into the battle, but silently walked to the front of the formation, turned around and put on a posture, everyone was slightly hunched over, so that it would not block the sight of the bow and crossbow behind. Seeing the erected shield, Su Liuyi had already vaguely guessed that the one coming to the aid behind the shield should not be the orthodox Tianwu Army, otherwise there would be no need for this kind of shield that could be easily knocked away in the real cavalry rush to cover up the messiness of the armor formation behind.

The cavalry of Baizhan Capital did not fight with the Mongolian cavalry stupidly, but galloped quickly between the Anji army and the five hundred heroes under Zhang Shun.

Ye Yingwu and Yang Bao reined in their horses in front of Su Liuyi, jumped off their horses, and quietly watched the Mongolian cavalry getting closer and closer.

"Put!" Lu Xiufu waved his hand, but he was quite imposing.

The crossbow at the fork and on the hillside "banged" at the same time, shooting out a dense stream of arrows, and the cavalry charging at the forefront was caught off guard by the arrows that cut their heads and covered their faces. The follow-up teams found that the situation in front was not right, and they grabbed the reins of the horses one after another. This time, the Mongol cavalry had gradually figured out the doorway, and would not cause unnecessary confusion because they had stopped in front and crashed into themselves headlong after they had stopped before.

"It's tricky." Discovering this change, Su Liuyi couldn't help muttering to himself.

"This time we took advantage of the territory, but still suffered heavy losses, and the Mongol cavalry really lived up to its reputation." Ye Yingwu said softly, his brows furrowed. If it was replaced by the Song army's pursuit, and whether it could catch up or not, it was just that this continuous attack or light or dark blow was enough to collapse the army's heart, but the Mongol cavalry was just indifferent like a sophisticated killing instrument, and still kept charging, charging, and charging again to the south.

In this endless black wave, it is not strange that countless powerful countries on the Eurasian continent have sunk into the sand.

And what's even more frightening is that this endless black wave does not just rely on human life to pile up, the individual combat ability of every Mongolian soldier is also a leader in the Eurasian continent, even if it is against them, except for some rare veterans in Xiang Anji's army, few people can take advantage, let alone kill it.

Regarding Ye Yingwu's comment, Su Liuyi smiled faintly and couldn't deny it. In his career, I don't know how many times, the Song army occupied the time, place, and people, and there were still many battles that were still difficult to win. Being able to escape death today is already God's blessing, where do you dare to pray for something.

Finding that the opponent did not flee, the Mongol cavalry did not continue to charge, but kept a distance from the Song army's large array, and constantly used their horns to make contact with the rear troops. The two sides confronted each other quietly, as if they were looking for each other's fatal point.

In this silence, except for the slightest wisp of wind, only the sound of the trumpet sounded for a long time, and it was extremely lonely and desolate.

"Has the Anji army all withdrawn into the city?" Ye Yingwu suddenly remembered something and asked Lu Xiufu beside him.

Lu Xiufu looks heroic on the surface, but in fact, his back clothes are already soaked, if it weren't for Zhang Shun leading the five hundred "quasi" Tianwu troops to arrive in time, I'm afraid today's scene would be even more difficult to clean up. Hearing Ye Yingwu's question, Lu Xiufu was stunned for a long time, before he came back to his senses, and subconsciously wiped a handful of cold sweat from his forehead, but he answered the question:

"God is an eye-opener, this time I didn't bless those Mongolian Tatars."

The horn sounded again, and the men stopped talking, but quietly looked at the Mongolian cavalry standing there motionless in front of them. The black and oppressive military array was displayed, although it was separated by hundreds of zhang, it was still like a big stone pressing into everyone's chest.

It was like a sword of Damocles hanging overhead, ready to fall at any moment.

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