"Ye Yingwu's head, the bounty is ten thousand taels, kill!" The saber was raised high, Ah Shu roared loudly in the midst of the ten thousand armies, and countless Mongolian cavalry galloped quickly in front of and behind him, although there were constantly arrows in the son, but the Mongolian cavalry that had already raised the speed was like an indomitable arrow feather, and would not look back no matter what.

In the thunderbolt and thunder, Ah Shu's voice was particularly prominent, 10,000 taels of gold is definitely a wealth that rivals the country, such a reward is more than enough to reward Jia Yidao, Jiang Wanli and other former or current rulers of the Southern Song Dynasty, and now it is suddenly added to a small group training envoy, I don't know if this is Ye Yingwu's honor?

Ah Shu has long seen that this little-known young man, who basically relied on the grace of his father's generation, is definitely not a simple gentleman, not the thing in the pool, if it takes time, it will definitely turn into golden scales and dance above the nine heavens, and then it will be the nightmare of Mongolia, so today will be in the cradle of such a scourge!

The cold raindrops hit Ah Shu's face, Ah Shu was not only not disappointed, but secretly happy in his heart, at this time, the Mongolian cavalry hit the distance of cavalry shooting, and many good hands have begun to bend their bows and arrows, and they still have enough time and absolute strength to impact the front of the Song army before the rainstorm pours down!

"Put!" A centurion gritted his teeth and shouted, just about to catch the arrow, but he didn't expect a Song army's arrow to accurately sink into his shoulder, so he could only throw his beloved bow and arrow to the ground, draw his saber, and rush straight forward.

More Mongolian warriors were shooting arrows while riding their horses, it was really like a raging storm, and in a moment, it was less than a hundred feet away from the Song army's great array!

"Ahh The Mongol cavalry in the front row suddenly broke out with a scream, and one by one the pits began to show their hideous faces.

Ah Shu, who was in the army, was shocked in his heart, could it be that all his previous judgments were wrong?

When he hesitated, the Mongolian cavalry brigade had not hesitated to quickly cross over their own companions who fell into the pit, for the Mongolian cavalry, once the charge began, it was endless death, how to talk about retreat?

Seeing that there were only five or six pits, and more than ten horsemen and horses were damaged, Ah Shu quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time set his eyes on the Song army that was getting closer and closer, there was no one on the high platform, Ye Yingwu was not a fool, naturally he would not stand there and let the world-famous Mongolian cavalry as a target, and he was already in the military formation like Ah Shu early. It's just that Ah Shu doesn't know that Ye Yingwu is more worried about not becoming a living target, but standing on a high place and being struck by lightning, you must know that in this era, only peerless evildoers who are thundered with five thunders in the sky will have such treatment, if Ye Yingwu is struck by lightning, he will not have to mix.

"Whoa!"

The torrential rain poured down in an instant, splashing raindrops beating against skin and armor, sharp swords, swords, and shields. With the torrential rain, there seemed to be only this kind of low sound between the whole heaven and earth, although the two wings of the battlefield were not far away, but the earth-shattering killing sound from there was a little blurred and ethereal, as if it came from another battlefield that was not real.

The torrential rain, the pouring rain, covered everything, even the bright knives and guns, and the murderous machine that was never concealed in the layers of rain!

When it rained heavily, the otherwise hard ground suddenly became muddy, but it was difficult for the cavalry who had already raised their speed to become unable to move an inch because of this small distance of muddy land, but there was no doubt that its impact was greatly affected.

"Let's go!" Zhang Cheng stood in the rainstorm, the layers of raindrops had already covered his figure, but it was difficult to hide the louder and louder sound of horses' hooves in the rain, and he thought for a moment that the time was almost up, so he calmly commanded.

The Song army's bow and crossbow and the Mongolian cavalry's cavalry have lost their accuracy in this rain, and the two sides simply stopped shooting fiercely, so the Song army was cheap, after all, although the Song army was the assembly of the local state capital and township soldiers and the box army on the Jiangnan West Road, but there were still no recruits on the battlefield, so the launch of the bow and crossbow was naturally not as good as the cavalry that the Mongolian cavalry had honed over the years.

A neat shield is separated to both sides, and the heavily armored soldiers slowly step forward with sharp axes or giant swords, and the infantry armor soldiers attached to the left wing of the Tianwu Army have been completely damaged, so now the right wing of the Tianwu Army belongs to them, compared with the Mongolian cavalry on the opposite side that is densely penetrating the wind and rain, these heavy armored soldiers seem extremely small, like a piece of reef to meet the monstrous waves, fearless.

"Top, melee!" Ye Yingwu was barely able to calmly convey orders in the army, and now only by making the scene more chaotic can he have a glimmer of life.

Hearing his order, Wang Jin and Zhang Cheng did not hesitate at all, the left and right wings of the Tianwu Army have always been rivals who compete with each other on weekdays, and now they want to compete in terms of the number of enemies killed when they fight side by side, so from the moment the Mongolian cavalry appeared, many people were already eager to try, and now Ye Yingwu gave an order, and the lightly armored soldiers also shouted and waved their swords and rushed into the rain curtain, rushing into the wind and rain and darkness that they didn't know what it was.

The killing sound was fierce, and for a while, there was a faint posture to compete with the wind and rain!

Ye Yingwu didn't know for a while whether it was the right choice for him to hastily order the whole army to go up to fight, once the front was broken through, all he could rely on was the five hundred heroes around him who had not been systematically trained at all.

He turned his gaze to the side again, where he had left the battle just now. Perhaps Jiang Tie thought that he had sent out the Hundred Battles Capital in order to better exploit the advantages of the Hundred Battles as a cavalry, but in fact, the torrential rain was pouring down, and it was difficult for the Hundred Battles to find out the situation on the battlefield at all, let alone raise the speed to charge on a muddy field. At the moment of life and death, he let Baizhan leave, in fact, he left a trace of fire for the Tianwu Army, and only their five hundred cavalry could escape after the Tianwu Army and the Anji Army were defeated one after another.

"Envoy?" Zhang Shun, who had been standing quietly beside Ye Yingwu, called softly. Since taking refuge in Ye Yingwu, although he has followed the wind and dust all the way, Zhang Shun obviously feels Ye Yingwu's unreserved trust in himself and the five hundred miscellaneous troops under him, which Zhang Shun never dared to ask for, so this straightforward and chivalrous man has long made up his mind to die for this young and promising envoy.

"Huh?" Ye Yingwu couldn't help but shudder in the bleak wind and rain, the sound of killing was getting closer and closer, compared to the Mongolian cavalry that could see breaking through the rain curtain in a short time. The 500 soldiers under his command are definitely targets that cannot be ignored in the melee, so it is inevitable that there will be a fierce battle later.

Seeing Zhang Shun's inquiring gaze, Ye Yingwu waved his hand: "Let the soldiers prepare their bows and crossbows, and the brothers in the outer circle must resist for a long enough time, otherwise the brothers in the inner circle will only be slaughtered when they have not drawn their knives." ”

"Obey." Zhang Shun nodded, although this is common sense that everyone can think of, but he still meticulously conveys the order. In the face of the upcoming war, to be honest, Zhang Shun, who has really never seen anything in the world, is also up and down in his heart.

The first Mongol cavalry appeared in the rain in front of them, their sabers stained with blood that had not yet been washed away, and the hideous face under the mink hat was like a killing god, and the wide open mouth let out hysterical shouts.

Several soldiers almost subconsciously pulled the trigger, and the whistling arrows pierced the wind and rain and sank into the chest of the Mongolian, Ye Yingwu keenly saw a trace of surprise flash in the man's eyes, followed by a trace of unwillingness.

Perhaps he was surprised that there was still a Song army waiting for him in this chaos, or maybe he was not willing to die under the arrows of an unknown person, or perhaps・・・・・・

Ye Yingwu subconsciously shook his head, wanting to divert his attention, fortunately, God was happy to help with this, at this moment, there was a thunderclap in the sky, accompanied by dazzling lightning, which shocked everyone and stunned!

Storm, come on, grandpa is not afraid of you! Ye Yingwu shouted in his heart, and countless soldiers also shouted in his heart, looking up at the sky fearlessly.

"Zhang Shun, beating the drums, all departments of the Chinese army are striving to move closer to the point of generals." Ye Yingwu let out a long sigh of relief, and as his teeth opened, the icy wind poured into his mouth with dense raindrops, which was an indescribable feeling.

Zhang Shun nodded, and while telling several temporarily appointed leaders to be optimistic about the team, he personally crossed the layers of armor and ran towards the high platform that stood proudly in the wind and rain. In the wind and rain, there were constantly disoriented arrows flying over, and some even followed Zhang Shun's footsteps closely, and all the soldiers subconsciously raised their hearts to their throats.

"Shield, keep up!" As Zhang Shun crossed the formation, a capital head whispered an order, and soon five or six soldiers followed Zhang Shun's footsteps with their shields held high, while the other soldiers were barely skilled in quickly reorganizing the formation, and even the slightest flaw was not left to the enemy who did not know when they would break through the rain curtain and roar.

"Tartar cavalry!" Suddenly, there was a terrible shout from the rain behind him, and everyone subconsciously shivered, and then Ye Yingwu pulled out the sword that he had been holding for a long time, it was obvious that it was the shout of the soldier who was guarding Zhang Shun just now, and Ye Yingwu only had five hundred new soldiers in his hand now, so he hesitated and didn't dare to divide his troops, how many Tartar cavalry were in the wind and rain that hidden murderous opportunity?

Anyway, Ye Yingwu gritted his teeth: "All in the direction of Dianjiangtai, rush!" ”

"Obey, rush!" Yang Bao, who had been silent, seemed to have found an opportunity to break out, and the waist knife in his hand was suddenly unsheathed, still flashing in the wind and rain.

Several leaders had already been impatient, and now when they heard the order, they hurriedly greeted their subordinates, and the original neat formation of five hundred people also dispersed. Ye Yingwu tilted his ears to distinguish the sound of horses' hooves mixed with the vast wind and rain, but apart from an exclamation just now, he couldn't hear any other sounds.

Countless arrows suddenly pierced the rain curtain, smashing their heads and faces into the Song army formation that had been loosened, and the heroes of the rivers and lakes who had no battlefield experience were swept down dozens of people by this sudden arrow, and the rest of the soldiers reacted, shouting the names of their comrades who fell in a pool of blood, while raising their shields high, facing the arrows, and facing the wind and rain.

The sound of killing broke out, and there seemed to be no wind and rain around, but countless two sides would be fighting desperately. The footsteps also became louder and louder, Ye Yingwu frowned, and then a deafening sound of drums and a sharp exchange of weapons sounded in the darkness not far away.

The rain flowed down the silver armor and swept across Ye Yingwu's young face: "Where is Geng Laoliu?!" ”

Geng Laoliu, Zhang Shun's think tank, jumped out of the crowd, and he was also wearing the armor of the capital, but this majestic armor was a little funny no matter how he looked at his thin body: "Qi Yu envoy, my subordinates are here." ”

Ye Yingwu no longer hesitated, and the expression on his face became hideous: "You quickly lead three hundred soldiers to the point of command, be sure to keep Zhang Shun, and order him to beat the drum continuously, if Zhang Shun falls, you will replace him and continue to beat the drum!" The rest of the soldiers will follow me and kill the enemy! ”

"Obey!" In the wind and rain, although Ye Yingwu's face could not be seen, Geng Lao Liu heard the rolling killing intent in this solemn voice, and naturally did not dare to hesitate at the moment, and after bowing his hand, he hurriedly took the three hundred soldiers and flew into the rain.

It seemed that the Mongolian cavalry wandering around the periphery noticed the movements of this large number of Song troops, and soon a series of black shadows swept through the rain and rushed towards the three hundred soldiers led by Geng Laoliu. And there were only two hundred people left around Ye Yingwu, perhaps because the target was smaller after the division of troops, so there was no Mongolian cavalry for a while.

"Up!" Several heads shouted loudly, the hot blood almost breaking the shackles of the veins, and the bright blades pointed straight ahead in the rain.

These five hundred soldiers are all light armor, so although the ground is slippery, the speed of striding should not be underestimated, only a few zhang ahead, the tall and short figures in the wind and rain have already vaguely shown the outline, but the flags are hanging on the flagpole because of the rain, and it is impossible to distinguish the team of the Song army at all.

"Quick Fix!" Ye Yingwu waved his sword and pointed at the two small pieces of soldiers on both sides who were fighting desperately, and several ten generals responded loudly, leading their corporal to rush there.

And as the drums became louder and louder, through the gradually lightening rain, Ye Yingwu finally found a familiar figure. Under a high banner, the young general with a cooked copper stick swept away several Mongolian cavalry in a row, and the Song sergeant next to him took the opportunity to bully him, and the Pu knife in his hand accurately and ruthlessly cut off the legs of the horses under the crotch of the Mongolian cavalry who were in a hurry to dodge.

However, dozens of Mongolian cavalry roared and galloped from not far away, and when they saw their companions trapped, they hurriedly swung their sabers and slashed directly at the backs of those Song soldiers. The Mongolian cavalry came too fast, even if Wang Jin had already reacted and yelled to block the nearest cavalryman, it was too late, more sharp sabers slashed through the defenseless backs of the Song soldiers, and bright red blood splashed on Wang Jin's face, as well as on the ground and water.

"Slaughter them for Lao Tzu!" Ye Yingwu was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes turned red, and he didn't even care about his three-legged cat kung fu, and rushed to the front with his sword.

Yang Bao and the rest of the leaders were taken aback, everyone more or less knew what the envoy's kung fu was like, after all, he was a civil official, and he was already an outlier among civil officials with everyone on weekdays, so no one had ever sarcastically said that Ye Yingwu actually couldn't go a few rounds under an ordinary Tianwu sergeant. Now that the envoy Jun took the lead in the charge, the soldiers were shocked and their morale was also greatly boosted, saying that they could not let the young envoy who had the grace of Bole to them rush to the front, let alone let the Mongolian Tartars who killed Brother Paozawa in front of them leave so freely, so these soldiers shouted and marched, and after a while, Ye Yingwu was wrapped in the middle again.

Several Mongolian cavalry looked at the Song soldiers who rushed up under the black pressure, and they were also panicked, a melee had not seen such an established Song army, just in the moment of their surprise, the Song soldiers had already killed in front of the horse.

"Good time!" Wang Jin laughed while resisting the siege of the fallen Mongol soldiers. On the entire battlefield, there is only Ye Yingwu's Chinese army. These more than 200 people pounced, even if they were bare-handed, they could punch and kill the heroes.

The cooked brass rod slammed away from the oncoming saber, and Wang Jin took a step back, his boots stepping on the mud mixed with blood and water, and the splashes of mud hit his armor, and fell on the cooked brass stick, mixing with the blood that seemed to be solidified.

Song soldiers in groups of three or five surrounded the Mongolian soldiers and slashed desperately, Ye Yingwu spat at a Mongolian cavalryman who was dragged off his horse and dismembered his body with a knife, and then waved his sword and pointed at several Mongolian soldiers next to Wang Jin: "Brothers, go on!" ”

Wang Jin looked Ye Yingwu up and down, and waved his stick to block the attack of those Mongolian soldiers with all their might, this guy was still in the mood to shout with a smile: "Today I finally saw Ye Envoy Jun on the battlefield, don't you know if Envoy Jun is meat?" ”

Without waiting for Ye Yingwu to answer, another voice had already come from the wind and rain, still so plain: "Look at him, there is not even a little smell of blood on the sword, what kind of meat is it, what a joke!" ”

"Lao Zhang, you can get it quickly, how many people are next to you?" Those Mongolian soldiers had been cut down by the swarming Song soldiers, and Wang Jin finally breathed a sigh of relief and joked loudly.

Zhang Cheng strode over, holding a saber that had been washed clean by the wind and rain in one hand, and a bloody head in the other, and while throwing the head to the ground, he said with a rare smile: "There are more than ten loyal and brave right-hand men around you, why are you alone?" Look, this is the head of the Mongolian commander, how about it? ”

When Wang Jin heard "one person", his expression naturally darkened, and there were several corpses of the soldiers of the left wing lying beside him, all of whom were brothers who had fought together in blood, and those who were still alive just now had become cold corpses, and anyone who experienced such a scene felt uncomfortable.

Knowing that he had said the wrong thing, Zhang Cheng was silent for a moment, solemnly walked to the side of the left wing soldiers, stretched out his hand and closed their angry eyes one by one. Ye Yingwu casually copied the head of the Mongolian thousand-commander, although this was the first time he had seen a real head, Ye Yingwu did not vomit as he imagined, but calmly put the head next to those soldiers:

"Then his head, come to pay tribute to your heroic soul, go all the way, don't worry."

"Thank you." Wang Jin looked at the robes who were fighting side by side and entrusted their backs, and forcibly held back the tears rolling in his eyes, his voice was already a little choked.

Ye Yingwu patted him on the shoulder and said lightly: "It's too late to say anything, the rain is about to stop, and it will be unfavorable for our army to continue like this, so quickly gather the soldiers and retreat to Macheng." If you don't leave, the entire Tianwu Army will be explained here. ”

The heavy rain seems to be a favor from God to the Song army, and now this favor is about to be exhausted, and once the only advantage of the Song army is lost, it can only be slaughtered by others in this field. Ye Yingwu will definitely not be carried away by the enthusiasm of the moment, and while the wind and rain have not stopped now, the best choice is to take advantage of the chaos to retreat into the city, so that there is a glimmer of hope for the preservation of the Tianwu army.

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