"Tianwu Army, kill!" Bian Juyi roared angrily, although he had not yet commanded the flag, although his joining the Tianwu Army was actually a day. But at this moment, when countless foot riders collided in the camp, and when there were flying stones and arrows flying overhead, Bian Juyi had never felt like now that he was integrated with the entire Tianwu Army and inseparable.

The Tianwu soldiers ran forward desperately, charging forward. The Mongol cavalry slaughtered wantonly in their own robes, which had already made them look at it. Mongolian Tatars, don't think that the Tianwu Army is easy to bully because of the large number of people. Although everyone is a soldier in the rear of the Tianwu Army, often when the front compartment and the left compartment are fighting bloody battles in front, most of the people can only stare and watch, in addition to hard training every day, at most listen to those who have retreated from the front line and Yu Hou and others can tell about the bloodshed of the battlefield and the glory of victory.

Now it is different, the Tianwu Army has been on the battlefield one after another, and the rear of the Tianwu Army has finally ushered in a real big battle, which is different from the last time Lu Xiufu led the attack on Qizhou, this time it is face-to-face and the most elite Mongolian army.

For the soldiers in the back compartment of the Tianwu Army, this time they were able to confront the Mongolian infantry cavalry, which made them both excited and nervous, but when they saw the almost crazy and bloody side in front of them, when they saw the red banner standing in the black wave, what excitement and nervousness had been left behind, and with Bian Juyi's shout, the soldiers in the back compartment of the Tianwu Army rushed up almost like crazy!

Touching our brothers in front of us is the only way to die.

The rear carriage soldiers withstood the wave of the Mongol cavalry's onslaught, the dense arrows mixed with the light and flames of the muskets, while the spearmen slammed apart to the sides, and thousands of lightly armored infantry soldiers rushed towards the Mongol cavalry like tigers out of the grid.

Previously, because the Song army's arrows were too dense, coupled with the rows of large shields and spears in front, the Mongolian cavalry retreated in difficulty, and turned their horses' heads one after another, and it was when the Mongolian cavalry exposed their side half. The lightly armored foot soldiers of the Song army swarmed up, and a simple knife with a snowy handle went straight to the horse's leg.

The Mongol cavalry was caught off guard and did not know whether to guard against arrows falling from the sky, or to block the roaring Pu Dao, and the originally strict formation soon inevitably became chaotic. What's more, several Mongol hundred-man teams that were attacked by arrows and assault rifles collapsed in the dull roar of assault guns.

A team of 100 people collapsed, and soon led the entire team of 1,000 people to retreat, and there was only one Mongolian team of 10,000 people who rushed into the camp, after all, the wall collapsed too suddenly. Yang Bao was defenseless, and the Mongolian infantry cavalry also had no hope before, so it was difficult for Yamashita Ashu to mobilize more troops to rush up for a while, not to mention dealing with the Song army with only 10,000 people, if a Mongolian cavalry team of 10,000 people was not competent, then this face would be lost, not to mention that there were several Han family infantry teams of 1,000 people following behind.

The soldiers of the Tianwu Army listened to the sound of killing behind them and on both sides, and the Mongolian infantry cavalry in teams and groups could no longer care about the prey that was divided and surrounded by them, and gradually collapsed and retreated quickly, no different from the collapse of the military camp in the Tianwu Army just now.

When the enemy is strong enough. When their own soldiers retreat like a tide, how many armies can maintain stability?

"Chinese army boys, follow a certain rush!" Yang Bao roared angrily, the wretched anger he received just now, and now he has to double it for what he says.

The officers and men of the Tianwu Army have been fighting desperately for so long, and naturally they don't want to watch the left compartment or even the rear compartment steal the last limelight, so they clenched their swords one after another, and all the commanders who followed them rushed forward, even if they could kill a Mongolian foot rider. It's enough for the book.

Wang Jin limped to the bottom of the platform, looking at the broken and collapsed high platform, as well as the surrounding layers of corpses estimated to be hundreds of soldiers on both sides, and that side was fluttering. Or the black and red flags that have been broken and fallen to the ground, their faces can't help but darken, how many soldiers are buried in the battlefield, and they can't even see the base of the previous Ashu Shuai Banner, because the surrounding undulations are all corpses, covering the original terrain.

Think a day ago. He and Yang Bao once walked here, chatting and laughing, and in just one day, it has become a tragic Shura field, how can people not sigh. The sound of footsteps behind him sounded, and Yang Bao, who also had no strength to walk briskly because he was tired, came over slowly, and couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "Let you laugh, but in the end, I almost didn't hold it." ”

Wang Jin shook his head: "After all, the Chinese army is facing the main force of the Mongolian Tatars, and there is also Ah Shu himself sitting at the foot of the mountain, so it is already thankful that he can hold on for a day." After all, the troops in his hands are stretched, so that Jun also understands this truth, not only will he not blame, but he will definitely be rewarded. ”

Yang Bao stretched out his hand and patted the wooden stake beside him, the wooden stake of the original support point was already stained with blood and exposed to the air: "Once the success is done, in fact, I don't care so much about what the reward is, if all the sons and daughters who died here can appear alive in front of a certain person, it would be great." ”

Wang Jin suddenly didn't know how to answer, and after a long time, he gently took a breath of the air full of bloody breath, and couldn't help but sigh softly: "People can't be resurrected after death, not to mention that you also know very well that if you want to hold this camp, it is impossible to be immortal." Why do we want to go forward and succeed, even you and I are scarred now, for what? ”

"For what?" Yang Bao asked almost subconsciously.

Wang Jin stood up straight, and watched the Song army in front of him rush up like a wave, gradually pressing the Mongolian infantry to near the gap: "What is it for, for the mountains and rivers that we are guarding behind, and for the millions of Li people." How can a manly man, standing up to the sky, watch his thousand-year-old ethnic group being trampled and conquered by the Mongolian Tatars? ”

Hearing Wang Jin's words, Yang Bao was relieved. Yes, for what, to defend the continuation of a lineage, for the pride that comes from the bloodline that has never been conquered. Perhaps the Han and Chinese people are not a warlike nation, they prefer to live a small life in peace, but it does not mean that this nation is a nation that will be easily conquered.

Wang Jin said lightly: "The Mongol Tatars swept across the north and the Central Plains, and even advanced westward. In front of this Great Song Banner, they never got what they really wanted. Even if this dynasty has been decayed, even if there are even many people in the court who communicate with the Mongol Tartars in private, they just can't conquer it. ”

glanced at Yang Bao deeply. Wang Jin walked forward slowly: "Because not only the Tianwu Army has his pride, this high-spirited and proud has been deeply engraved on our bones and flowing in our blood for thousands of years. Unless all the people standing here are dead, the Mongol Tatars will not yet have the ability to set foot on this land. ”

Yang Bao was silent. Letting the sound of killing echo around him, I don't know how long it took, the commander of the Tianwu Army suddenly stood up straight, looked around, the battle line didn't know when it had advanced to the vicinity of the camp wall, and the red flags fluttered, looking like red flames burning and dancing on the snow.

Shaking his head, Yang Bao walked forward slowly, he didn't even have a hairy young man who was less than twenty years old to see through, and he didn't know that his heart was old. Or did you never understand what was going on now?

There are so many things to care about, the Chinese army of the Tianwu Army still needs to gather the soldiers who have been completely scattered, and count the death numbers that symbolize countless flesh and blood and fresh faces, all of which are inseparable from Yang Bao's command.

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"A hundred battles, follow a certain rush!" Ye Yingwu took the lead, and the horse's hooves shook the soft and fresh snow, leaving distinct hoof prints. And behind him, hundreds of cavalry from the Hundred Battles followed closely, and a red leaf-shaped banner was raised in the direction of the wind.

The distance behind the Hundred Battles is about seventy or eighty zhang. The soldiers in the back of the Tianwu Army were gritting their teeth and desperately rushing forward. Although most of them did not understand that when the camp on the top of the mountain was about to be lost, the envoy did not take them to the rescue, but went around to attack the Mongol infantry formation located in the north of the mountain. But they all know very well that where there is an envoy, it symbolizes victory, and in this case, what is there to be afraid of.

As long as you follow the red leaf-shaped banner, run forward desperately and impact. Then there is nothing wrong with that. There were only tens of thousands of soldiers in the back of the Tianwu Army, and five or six thousand people were dispatched to rescue the camp on the top of the mountain, so now Ye Yingwu led only five thousand people, because there were not enough people, and even those craftsmen who accompanied the army picked up the guys and followed the soldiers in front closely, running desperately in the snow.

Five thousand people, in Ye Yingwu's opinion, is enough!

The Mongolian infantry in front obviously did not expect that this Song army would be so bold as to this point, and they were not even ready to face the battle, after all, they had clearly seen that the Song army's reinforcements had arrived, and their own soldiers in the camp on the top of the mountain were irrepressibly defeated, so the Mongolian infantry and cavalry commanders who were located under the road up the mountain on the northwest side were all waiting for Ashu's order with their heads held high, ready to accept their own soldiers to retreat at any time.

At this time, who would have thought that the Song army would not rescue the top of the mountain, and would appear behind their flanks, and the dense arrows would fall with a roar without saying hello. Immediately afterwards, a rather elite cavalry team of 100 people of the Song army fiercely scuttled into the rear of the Mongolian Han family foot soldiers. Although it was a rear formation, most of the people looked up in the direction of the top of the mountain, looking at the retreating black flag and the red flag burning like a flame, so for a while, no one noticed that not far behind them, a Song army appeared at the top of the hillside.

The rear of the Tianwu Army and the Hundred Battles really caught this Mongolian infantry by surprise, and the dense arrows soon made them taste the taste of brushing shoulders with death. Immediately afterwards, the impact of the cavalry of the Hundred Battles was even more easy, which completely confused the rear of the Mongolian Han family, which was full of thousands of people.

Jiang Tie and Xiao Yangzi had a tacit understanding to lead dozens of cavalry to drive away these panicked Mongolian Han soldiers from both sides almost frantically, while Ye Yingwu led the rest of the cavalry to attack directly to a deeper place.

Driven away by the cavalry of the Hundred Battles, although he knew that the number of the other party was not large, once his family stabilized his position, he could eat the other party in one bite, but because of the suddenness of the incident, coupled with the crazy and dense arrows before, most of the Mongolian Han family foot soldiers were already in a mess, and at this time, where would they obey the command of the centurion who had just known him for a few days, and ran in the direction of staying away from these fierce Song cavalry.

That is to say, most of the men were driven by a hundred battles to storm their main formation, and the foot soldiers with both wings were routed like an avalanche. The Mongol cavalry in the main formation was obviously much stronger than these Han foot soldiers, and they were not hit by arrows, so they quickly came to their senses, but they found out. It is not the enemy who is coming, but the defeated army of one's own country.

"Don't go back, go back to so-and-so!" A Mongol commander roared almost with all his might, and at this time, once the foot soldiers stormed the cavalry phalanx. Then no matter how elite the Mongol cavalry is, it can only be scattered.

In the midst of the chaos, the cavalry simply had no way to take advantage of their speed. The best option now was to have the Mongol Han infantry in front of the cavalry, and then the cavalry rushed out from the flanks of the infantry to outflank the sudden Song army.

But abacus is often wishy-washy. The truth is often unsatisfactory.

Several Mongolian cavalry commanders have found out a little helplessly that the panicked Mongolian Han family foot soldiers have no intention of stopping, and in the matter of rout, even the Song army has no way to do better than the current Mongolian Han family foot soldiers.

After all, these soldiers are all recruits issued from the Heluo area not long ago, because they urgently need to replenish the troops, so they have not been trained much and directly pulled to the battlefield, Ah Shu is also very clear, these recruits who are more suitable to be called strong men, that is, they are used as cannon fodder when they are pulled out of the town and town and siege, facing a strong Song army like the Tianwu Army. There is almost no possibility of victory, so Ah Shu did not plan to let them attack the mountain, but just stood at the bottom of the mountain, first, to absorb some experience, and secondly, to respond in time.

But such a team, but it collided face-to-face with the backfired Tianwu Army, how can it be undefeated?

But fortunately, the Mongolian cavalry in the middle is still reliable, after all, Ah Shu will not stupidly leave a group of recruits here alone, these cavalry actually play a more role of surveillance. And now several Mongolian commanders glanced at each other, and they all saw the chill from the bottom of each other's hearts. If you go on like this, you will only be dead!

Immediately, several commanders waved their sabers at the same time: "If you retreat the latter, there will be no forgiveness!" ”

Before the words fell, the Mongolian cavalry rushed forward one after another, and several of the fastest Han foot soldiers were skillfully cut off by the cavalry. Blood splattered.

Unexpectedly, the Mongolian cavalry was ruthless, and the Mongolian Han family foot soldiers who desperately fled also realized that there was a dead end in front of them, and it was the sabre of these Mongolian masters, and behind them were the southern barbarians who had always been bullied by their own team, and if they rushed up, they might have a chance to live.

It is precisely because of this speculative thinking that most of the Mongolian Han family foot soldiers have turned around, but they are shocked to see it. It's too late. The cavalry of the Song army, which had only a few hundred men just now, gathered again and slaughtered the flanks of the Mongol cavalry, and in their place were shields that were neatly advanced, and in front of the shields, the heavily armored soldiers panted and marched slowly, a huge axe reflecting the brilliance of the snow.

"Put!" A Song soldier roared angrily.

Dense arrows rose from behind the shield, and then fell, like flowers sprinkled by the Nine Heavens Xuannu to the world, and each arrow landed on the ground, blooming the most vivid red flowers, dyed red and white carpet.

Blood and snow, at this moment, are almost cold and cruel.

If the Mongolian cavalry behind them with their sabers held high might still be able to let them slip through the net one or two, then these Tianwu soldiers in front of them who are advancing like machines really symbolize death.

And what made these Han family soldiers who were dead ends in front and behind them even more pleased was that the fierce Mongolian cavalry behind them didn't know when they had left, and attacked the two wings respectively, revealing the open space that had been blocked before.

"Defeated, defeated, everyone run!" I don't know who took the lead in shouting, one person, two people, hundreds of people, countless Mongolian Han family foot soldiers once again desperately ran westward, as long as they can stay away from these Southern Barbarians who don't know if they came out of hell, the others can not be taken care of for the time being, and even some soldiers directly throw away their blades and armor, just so that they can run faster than their companions next to them.

Throw away your armor and collapse your army!

The Mongol cavalry on the two flanks obviously didn't expect the Mongol Han foot soldiers to rout so quickly, nor did they expect this Song army to be so strong! Several of the commanders felt the fear in their hearts, the swinging axe kept them from approaching, and the shields the size of their shields made them know that their cavalry could not hurt their opponents in the slightest.

"Retreat." A Mongol commander led the retreat to the north, while several Mongol cavalry teams of 1,000 men were already afraid to fight.

The Mongolian infantry on the northwest side of Hutou Mountain has been defeated.

"Don't fall in love with war, gather all the departments." Ye Yingwu swept the wind and snow on his horse, and Ye Zi still followed closely behind him, like a flame burning in the snow. Ye Yingwu looked up at the Mongolian infantry cavalry who were withdrawing from the battlefield one after another, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly, originally thinking that it could cause a chain reaction and disrupt all the Mongolian infantry under the entire Hutou Mountain, but now it seems that these Mongolian generals still have some ability.

Sometimes it's not necessarily a bad thing to quit in the face of difficulties. (To be continued.) )