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"Semen knife car!" Several Song soldiers roared at the same time.

The three Saimen knife carts went up at the same time, but the tide of Mongolian soldiers had already rushed into the camp, and soon the bright blades of the Saimen knife carts were full of corpses. The three Saimen knife carts were pushed away by the swarming Mongol soldiers, and the spearmen of the Song army stabbed forward desperately with the help of the knife carts, and the white spear tassels were all dyed the color of blood.

The red is dazzling!

At the flash of the sword, a Mongolian soldier clutched his neck and fell into the mud screaming. A cloaked Song general killed three Mongol soldiers one after another, and the Song spearmen of the brigade had rushed over to support, and the two sides were desperately stabbing each other through three Saimen knife carts.

"Assault musket," Wang Da shouted in a cold voice, "hold up the flag of so-and-so." ”

A red flag danced proudly in the wind, and the Song soldiers along the walled wall were all desperately moving forward with red eyes. It was an unbearable humiliation for them to be breached when the camp came up, and the best thing to do now was to kill all these arrogant Mongol Tatars.

The Mongol cavalry rushed in with the foot soldiers, ignoring the arrows that rained down from the Song crossbowmen on both sides, and one of the cavalrymen fell off their horses, but more cavalrymen still held their heads high and waved their sabers desperately.

The horsemen stood up, and one by one the cavalry leaped calmly from the Semen knife cart, only to be greeted by a row of spears pointed neatly towards the sky.

The spear pierced the soft belly of the horse, and because of the weight of the horse, the spear broke with it. The cavalrymen fell from their horses without saying a word, but they had just landed. It was a sudden roll, and the saber in his hand desperately blocked the chopping blade.

The mud and blood on the ground were up to his ankles. The Meng Song soldiers were all red-eyed, trying their last strength. Now if either side retreats, it means defeat.

The Mongolian infantry who rushed in front gradually submerged in the mud, but the cavalry that rushed in one after another behind them had been able to calmly jump over the Saimen knife cart, because the Saimen knife cart was already full of corpses, and the flesh and blood of the Mongolian Han infantry extended from the top of the knife cart to the walled gate. Every time the horse's hooves stepped down, they still didn't know whether it was the flesh and blood of their own robes or the mud they were trampling on.

Rows of spears retreated sharply, and the assault gunners aimed at the Mongol cavalry as they leaped past the Semen knife carts, with a continuous muffled sound. The rain of bullets baptized the cavalry that caught them off guard. Only more cavalry in the back turned over the fallen bodies of the brothers in front.

At this time, they do not need to be merciful, nor do they need to feel sorry, they only need to desperately rush forward, break through this smaller and smaller obstacle, and gallop through the camp of these cunning southern barbarians.

The desperate attack of the Mongolian infantry and cavalry did make the "double kings" of the town navy feel both excited and headache. It is an honor for every general to be able to meet such a tough and fearless opponent in the first battle, but it also means that they are likely to face defeat.

The Mongol soldiers had already climbed the wall. After all, I don't know how many corpses there are along the wall, densely packed. The Song army's thistles and bows and crossbows on the walled wall were almost consumed, and they could only rely on their flesh and blood and curly bladed swords to block the advance of the Mongol soldiers.

"Are these Mongolian Tartars crazy?" Wang Huchen's original hideous expression had dissipated, replaced by a thick doubt. The Mongolian infantry in front of him surged up wave after wave. Blocking the pace of the advance of the front compartment of the town navy, coupled with the lack of protection of the wall, so the casualties in the front compartment of the town navy are no less than the left compartment in the camp.

A heavily armored soldier in front of the road. Most of them had fallen to the ground from exhaustion, and Wang Huchen knew very well what it meant for the heavily armored soldier to fall to the ground. But there was no room for heartache for him now, although most of the Mongol cavalry had gone to attack the walled gate. But there were still hundreds of people haunting him, and many more Mongol foot soldiers were even more fearless to attack the swords and guns of the Song soldiers, they knew very well that dragging this Song army for even a quarter of an hour would buy precious time for the robes attacking the camp.

The battle situation under the city was once again eroded, especially the 2,000 Mongol cavalry into battle, which made the defense on the side of the walled gate even more precarious. Although it was winter, Zhang Shijie could already feel the sweat flowing down his body, and he didn't know that his clothes and armor were soaked.

There are still rear wings and Chinese troops in the city, Zhang Shijie is still hesitating whether he needs to send out both teams, after all, as soon as the camp outside the city is lost, Lianzhou will really be isolated.

Suddenly, a herald rushed out of the back gate of the camp, and then drove around the city through the west gate into the city. After a while, Zhang Shijie saw the soldier panting and soaking on the city wall, and the craftsmen and soldiers on the city wall who were at a loss all looked at him in surprise, and the herald did not salute Zhang Shijie at all, but said directly:

"The king commanded the envoy that once the Mongol Tatars broke through the walled gate, please ask the general to open fire at the walled gate, and there is no need to take care of the soldiers in the left wing!"

"What?!" Zhang Shijie was shocked suddenly, and Huo Ran looked back.

Along the line of the wall, countless officers and men of the town navy are still fighting bloodily.

"Please take the opportunity to open fire at the gate of the wall!" The herald's voice was no longer audible in its tiredness or weakness, but with a strong force.

"Marquis Yu, let the last general rush up with the brothers in the back compartment, and say anything to repel the Mongol Tartars!" Li Fu, the commander of the rear compartment of the town and navy, didn't know when he had walked quickly to Zhang Shijie's side, and said loudly, "The children in the rear compartment can't sit in the city and watch the changes!" ”

Zhang Shijie glanced at him with some surprise, Li Fu is the only civilian official among the four commanding envoys of the town navy, and the only civilian commander in the entire Tianwu military system, but out of obedience and trust in Ye Yingwu, so Su Liuyi and Zhang Shijie did not raise any objections to this, after all, Ye Zhijun's ability to appreciate talents is now known to the world, and everyone wants Ye Yingwu to praise two sentences, and since then.

I have to say that Li Fu really lived up to expectations, and in addition to the back compartment of his partner, Yu waited for Yang Tingyun Wen Yunwu, and the two of them trained the soldiers in the back compartment to scream. There is even a faint posture comparable to the "double kings" of the town navy, which is why Su Liuyi did not follow the tradition of the Tianwu Army. left the rear compartment to defend, but let the rear compartment send 2,000 soldiers to assist Zhao Wenyi to stay in Zhenjiang Mansion. The other thousands of horsemen followed the main force north.

The rear compartment is the smallest number of people in the compartment now, but it is also the last strength that Zhang Shijie can take out, those Huai troops can defend the city, but if they want to get out of the city to fight to the death, it is really difficult for some strongmen.

"Is that okay?" Zhang Shijie asked in a deep voice.

"Go all out!" Li Fu did not hesitate to clench his fists and arch his hands, "But there is also a certain thing to ask for." ”

"Say." Zhang Shijie nodded without hesitation, as long as Li Fu can hold it with the back compartment, it is easy to say anything.

Li Fu took a breath lightly and said loudly: "If it is a back-of-the-back battle, it is not good." Please also ask Marquis Yu to obey the orders of the royal capital and blockade the camp with flying thunder cannons! ”

Zhang Shijie was stunned, and then waved his hand: "Go." ”

Knowing that Zhang Shijie was a tacit acquiescence, Li Fu walked away quickly with an expressionless face.

And the herald just now also glanced at Zhang Shijie gratefully at this time, as if relieved, he bowed his hand at Zhang Shijie, turned around and was about to go down the city. His task was to bring the news to Zhang Shijie, and now he has done it. It's time to go back and be with the brethren. Even if everyone is going to die, they have to fight to the death together.

The soldiers on the city wall all subconsciously clenched their blades, and they all saw it clearly, Zhang Shijie's face was so solemn that it could drip out of the water unconsciously. Ten big drums on the head of the city roared with the flying Zhang Shijie flag. The thumping of drums was heard between heaven and earth!

Wang Dayong kicked away the Mongolian soldiers who pounced on him, and almost subconsciously looked back, Zhang Yuhou. Don't hesitate at this time, once the camp is breached. There is really a possibility that the front and left compartments of the town navy will be completely wiped out under the city, and the town navy will not have two compartments. Basically, it's just being disabled.

He was only answered by the increasingly dense footsteps coming from behind him, and a banner with the word "Li" rushed to the front, red, bright and unscathed, dancing in the wind so openly. The Song sergeants of the brigade roared through the camp, through the open space paved with the corpses of their own robes, and slammed into the panicked Mongol infantry.

"The back compartment, Li Fu?" Wang Dayong was stunned, he didn't expect Zhang Shijie to send out the back compartment, and there were really only Chinese troops and a small number of Huai troops in the city.

A general, who was no longer young, rushed to Wang Dayong's side and said with a smile: "General Wang, you still have the strength to kill the last one!" ”

"Little scholar, what is arrogant," Wang Dayong suddenly couldn't help but snort, "Brothers in the left room, rush with you!" ”

Li Fu smiled at himself, watching countless Song soldiers go forward and follow one another, passing past him, fighting with the Mongolian infantry cavalry, blood gushing out, and the sword flashing.

Rather for the centurion, better than a scholar, suddenly Li Fu faintly understood why there was such a feeling, born in troubled times, shouldn't you be so angry to kill!

(Author's note: Li Fu in the first year of Xianchun knew Lin'an Mansion, because of impartial law enforcement touched Jia Nidao and was dismissed, until the fall of Xiangyang ten years later, the Mongolian army approached Tanzhou, only temporarily enabled Li Fu, Li Fu was ordered in danger, not afraid of hardships and dangers, led the people to stay in the lonely city for four months, the city broke and died; Yang Ting is the senator of the Hunan Pacification Division, brave and strategic, assisting Li Fu to defend Tanzhou, there are many tricks, and the army is killed in the street battle of the people's houses. As a sign of respect, the two martyrs are hereby arranged here in parallel, so that they can fight side by side and eventually succeed)

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The young man standing in the lobby was dressed simply, his ordinary face was even full of dust and exhaustion that had not yet been washed away, and his hands were rubbing on his clothes with some uneasiness, obviously very nervous.

Ye Yingwu looked at the cramped young man standing in front of him, and couldn't help but smile and said, "But Chong'an Chen Yuanliang? A certain is Ye Yingwu. ”

The young man hurriedly arched his hand at Ye Yingwu: "I have admired Ye Yuanjun's name for a long time, and it is a blessing in this life for Chen Yuanliang to be able to meet Ye Yuanjun in his lifetime." ”

Ye Yingwu waved his hand, Chen Yuanliang's excitement was in his expectation, after all, he Ye Yingwu is now a first-class celebrity in the Great Song Dynasty, and Chen Yuanliang, who has not yet been known to the world with "Shilin Guangji" and "Guangji of the Year", is now just an unknown pawn, if he is not excited to see Ye Yingwu, it is really strange.

However, Chen Yuanliang stabilized his mood slightly, and still said suspiciously: "I don't know that the envoy specially sent people to Chong'an to invite Xiaosheng." So what's going on? may be informed one or two. ”

Glancing at Chen Yuanliang casually, Ye Yingwu greeted Xiao Yangzi who was standing on the side to serve tea unhurriedly. Then he smiled and said, "I don't know what Mr. Chen is doing now?" ”

As soon as the word "sir" came out, Chen Yuanliang was really startled. After all, in the Song Dynasty, only the learned or highly respected people could be called "sir" to show people's respect for learning. Now that he is just a nobody, Ye Yingwu really can't afford to call himself that.

Chen Yuanliang almost subconsciously stood up straight, but Ye Yingwu pressed his hand at him, letting Chen Yuanliang sit down and talk obediently. Chen Yuanliang was flattered and slowly sat down on the chair, in fact, only half of his butt was on it, as long as Ye Yingwu had any change in tone, Chen Yuanliang was sure to be able to bounce up at the first time.

Ye Yingwu couldn't help but smile bitterly. I didn't expect that my prestige among the people had reached this point, and I could scare such a scholar into discomfort.

Chen Yuanliang lowered his head and didn't dare to look directly at Ye Yingwu's eyes, although he didn't know why Ye Yingwu cared so much about himself, a down-and-out scholar in a small city in Chong'an in the south, but he still replied cautiously: "Returning to the envoy, Xiaosheng is now trying to compile a book that records the folk life of my Great Song Dynasty, which is temporarily called "Shilin Guangji". I've already written part of it, but I'm afraid it will take half a year to complete it. ”

Ye Yingwu nodded casually, and then said, "I heard that you know something about the various tools, instruments, and even firearms of the Great Song Dynasty?" ”

His heart trembled violently, and Chen Yuanliang Huo Ran looked up at Ye Yingwu. His eyes burst into light, and he nodded without hesitation: "Xiaosheng has dabbled in it, but it is still broad but not refined." ”

Picking up the teacup, Ye Yingwu calmly blew the tea leaves floating on it: "It's enough to dabble in a wide range of fields." After all, in this world, it is better to dabble in a wide range than not to dabble in it. ”

Anyway, now is an era when everyone is miserable, and there is a Chen Yuanliang here. You don't even have a Chen Yuanliang there, that's enough. Consider that the whole of Europe was still struggling in the Middle Ages. And Mongolia to the north is even more distant from the fire gun.

Chen Yuanliang couldn't help but smile bitterly, he wasn't a stupid person. Ye Yingwu's way of pulling out generals in a lame man naturally understands. But how many catties and taels does he have, Chen Yuanliang is also very clear, if he delays the major events of Ye Yuanjun and Tianwu Jun, then where will he have the face to meet the world's fathers?

"Of course," Ye Yingwu looked at Chen Yuanliang's restless appearance, and couldn't help but comfort him, "It's not just you, there is another person here, you only need the two of you to work together, I believe that the future of the Tianwu Army and the entire Huaxia is inseparable from you." ”

"And one more?" Chen Yuanliang was suddenly a little surprised, although he knew a lot about machinery, firearms, etc., but he was better at dabbling in a wide range of fields, but he had not heard that there were any skilled craftsmen in the Great Song Dynasty who could get Ye Yingwu's attention.

Ye Yingwu smiled bitterly, put down the teacup casually, and said with some embarrassment: "But this is a captive, a captive of the Mongolian Tartars." It can be regarded as the capture of the Tianwu Army in the first battle of Hutou Mountain, and to be honest, it really surprised someone. ”

"Captive?" Chen Yuanliang looked at Ye Yingwu in surprise, "It's a person from the north・・・・・・ a person from the north, Xiaosheng has heard of such a person・・・・・・

Sighing softly, Ye Yingwu looked at Chen Yuanliang helplessly: "This is this guy's bones are quite hard, and he has no intention of giving in yet, but such a talent is not good at what to do with him, if Yuan Liang is interested, why don't you and I go and see it together?" ”

Ye Yingwu did not call "Mr. Chen", but called "Yuan Liang", which made Chen Yuanliang feel comfortable in his heart, after all, being called Mr. by the dignified Ye Envoy Jun is not something that a small scholar can afford. However, Chen Yuanliang was very interested in Ye Yingwu's invitation, after all, the person in the north was only thirty years old now, and he was still young.

If it was really him, then Chen Yuanliang really had the confidence to complete the task assigned by Ye Yingwu.

Without any further hesitation at the moment, Chen Yuanliang nodded solemnly.

He has a strong intuition, what Ye Yingwu said and what he thought was a person. (To be continued.) )