The roars and the sound of fighting reached Di Meng's ears with the smoke and wind falling from the hillside, and the entire western slope of the high tree slope was full of blood. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In order to take the western slope, Di Meng issued a death order after the army was repulsed for the second time, several brigade commanders of the first division have been in the front with their personal guards, there are brigade commanders to supervise the battle, two consecutive defeats and retreats, and even have no time to catch a breath The soldiers gritted their teeth and rushed upward, as the Ming soldiers, as the most elite first division soldiers of the Dali army, they also have their dignity.

Di Meng knew very well that the army was fighting, one drum, then declining, three and exhausted, to this third attack, the soldiers can be said to be exhausted, if the attack still fails if it is forcibly urged, it is likely to lead to a great loss of morale, but at this time Di Meng does not have so many choices, because what he needs to fight for most now is time, even if this time is filled with the blood of countless Ming soldiers, he will not hesitate.

I have to say that in the hands of Di Meng and these Ming army brigade commanders, commanders and capital heads, the Zhenla people are still very well trained, of course, there is also the supervision of the Ming decree, after all, it is still very tempting for the whole family to get the status of the Ming people.

However, even so, Di Meng was still a little worried, after all, the Ming army had paid a great price in the previous attack, and continuing to force forward the attack at this time meant that the first division would be broken on this high tree slope. However, if he couldn't take the high tree slope, Di Meng even suspected that he might not be able to return to Xihui Town alive.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, and the smoke and dust on the hillside ahead may have been blasted by the blast of the explosion, and scattered in all directions. It can be clearly seen that the earthen wall built by the Mongols in a hurry has been torn open by explosives - I have to say that the craftsmanship of the Mongolian Tatars is still very good, at least in the previous shelling, this earthen wall can stand tenaciously.

"Kill!" The soldiers of the Ming army burst out with an earth-shattering roar and rushed into the gap in the earthen wall.

At the same time, a black banner was erected on the hill, although it looked a little broken, but it could be guessed from the shouts that broke out behind the earthen wall, and the appearance of this banner made the Mongol soldiers equally excited.

The sword flashed, blood splattered, and a Ming soldier rushed through the gap and was pierced by Rulin's swords and guns, but there were also soldiers who waved the blade in their hands and accurately cut the enemy in half. Even the red-eyed soldier climbed directly onto the earthen wall and jumped down. Before and after the entire gap, the Ming army and the Mongolian soldiers continued to fall, constantly moving forward.

This has completely become a bloody battle of will, and whoever can't support the collapse first will become a complete loser.

"Boom!" Two more booms were heard, and the explosive pack exploded in the distance, blasting two gaps in the earthen wall. The Mongols roared and rushed towards the gap, only this time it was not the Ming soldiers who were facing it, but the dense artillery fire that fell from the sky.

"Artillery attack, release!" The brigade commander who commanded the artillery bombardment shouted loudly, and his voice was even loud enough to drown out the rumbling artillery.

The Mongolian soldiers were a little stunned by the artillery fire that cut their heads and covered their faces, and before they came back to their senses to assemble the fragmented team, the Ming soldiers with the crossbows and firearms had roared angrily, arrows and iron bullets raged in the gap, the Mongols fell layer by layer, and the corpses were all over the earthen walls and gaps, and even the gaps were almost blocked, so that the Ming soldiers had to be depressed and re-blast again, and in the artillery attack just now, there were also many sections of the earth wall that finally could not support the collapse, This amulet of the Mongols finally fell apart in the face of the powerful firearms of the Ming army.

"Kill!" Di Meng's mouth, which had been tightly closed, opened suddenly, and a simple word squeezed out from between his teeth, and the saber in his hand pointed straight to the top of the hillside.

Jiang Shao pulled Di Meng's sleeve fiercely, pushed Di Meng to the two guards behind him, and instead strode forward: "Follow Lao Tzu!" ”

Di Meng struggled behind, and Jiang Shao laughed and said: "You and I have been partners for so many years, and you have robbed a lot of work in the battle, so don't rob it with a certain one this time!" ”

"You!" Di Meng's eyes unconsciously felt that they were already red.

After all these years of battlefield fighting, this time is the most dangerous one, he knows it, and Jiang Shao also knows it.

But they had to have someone on top to deliver this final blow to the enemy.

Jiang Shao smiled silently, and rushed forward with his personal guards, and more than a dozen of them merged into the tide of Ming soldiers charging all over the mountains, and there was no figure between turning around. However, soon after, Jiang Shao's general flag was raised in the wind, and the soldiers of the Ming army who were attacking up and down the entire hillside also saw the supervisor who charged forward with them at this time.

"Da Ming!" I don't know who roared first, and countless roars immediately followed closely and echoed on the hillside.

"Da Ming!" In the crowd of people rolling forward, there were constant roars, some high and some low, some big and some small, but all the roars finally converged into a river, shaking the heavens and the earth. And in line with this roar, there are also the steps of the Ming army soldiers under their feet.

At this moment, there seemed to be no so-called Huaxia people, Zhenla people, or Dali people and Annan people on the entire hillside, and a soldier wearing the armor of the Ming army walked forward side by side, following the hunting and dancing banners above their heads. In front of them, the Mongol line was torn open, then violently shaken, and it didn't take long for the entire front to collapse completely.

The soldiers of the Ming army were like huge iron spears advancing forward, and any enemy who wanted to block in front was ruthlessly pierced, and the Mongols, who were still gritting their teeth and insisting, finally could not support it, and the once unattainable Mongolian black battle flags were torn and trampled by a pair of military boots. And Rulin's knives and spears reflected the morning light, gradually covering the entire hillside.

Jiang Shao's flag was erected at the top of the hillside, and Di Meng was also relieved, and Gao Shupo was finally taken.

But before he could move forward, a whistling suddenly came, and the smile on Di Meng's face froze. The guards beside him almost subconsciously threw Di Meng to the ground. Countless stone projectiles flew farther west, raining down on the hillside. The flag was hit by stone bullets one after another, and finally it couldn't support it and broke, and the flag slowly fell like a bird with broken wings.

"Enemy attack!" The roar of a Ming soldier was faintly heard, but the roar was drowned out by the terrible whistling of stone bullets.

On the other side of the mountain there are Mongolian Tartar trebuchets, which are obviously not very large, but if they are placed at the right distance and hit by surprise, they can still cause a lot of damage. Whether it was Di Meng or the few Ming generals who stayed at the bottom of the hillside, their faces changed greatly.

The entire hillside was covered in smoke and dust from stone bullets, and no one knew what was going on, but the constant wails undoubtedly told them that the last hand left by the Mongols had inflicted heavy losses on the Ming army.

"Fire!" The brigade commander of the Ming army commanding the artillery did not hesitate to order, and the angry Ming soldiers frantically loaded the shells, and one artillery cannon after another hit the angry shells behind the hillside. The roaring sound of cannons came from behind the mountain, the range of these trebuchets was far less than that of artillery, and judging from the trajectory of those stone shells just now, the Ming gunners were confident that they would all be sent directly to hell.

"Quick, rush up with Lao Tzu!" Di Meng slammed the guards to the ground, after all, the guards didn't dare to really stop him with any strength. As soon as he drew his saber, Di Meng's eyes were already red, and he strode up the hillside, and hundreds of Ming soldiers at the bottom of the hill also followed, and even the soldiers who carried cannonballs and guarded the baggage horses drew their short blades to catch up with Di Meng's pace.

Even the fireheads rushed forward with kitchen knives and burning sticks, leaving only the artillery behind them still roaring desperately, completely engulfing the other side of the hillside in flames.

This sudden attack had already made the 1st Division red-eyed, and the number of casualties in the previous series of attacks and breakthroughs was probably not as large as the one just now. After all, after the smoke and dust dispersed, there were only a handful of Ming soldiers who could stand on the hillside. Although the stone bullets just now were not big, they were dense and ferocious, and they continued to smash on people's bodies, and even if they didn't die, they had to be injured in several places on their bodies, ranging from bleeding to bleeding and hurting their muscles and bones.

The roar of the Mongols came from the other side of the hill, and although there were only one or two hundred of the Mongols rushing up the hill - it was good that so many Mongols survived under artillery fire - but for the bewildered Ming generals on the hillside, these two hundred men were enough of a threat.

"Tartar, kill Tartar!" A brigade commander with a knife in his hand pointed at the approaching Mongolian Tartars and shouted in a hoarse voice. At this time, the soldiers of the Ming army on the hillside could no longer care about the queue or organization, and rushed forward with the shouts of the ten generals, capital heads and commanders who were closest to them. The charging formation, which had been torn apart by this sudden stone projectile, finally saw its shape again.

"Lian Ping (Jiang Shao's words)! Lian Ping, don't fucking give Lao Tzu a death! Timon rushed to the ground with his hands and feet, among the corpses and rocks. Because the hillside was covered with artillery, there were many severed arms and stumps of the Mongols, plus stone bullets and the corpses of Ming soldiers, it was not so easy to find a person.

"General be careful!" One of the guards hurriedly stood in front of Di Meng, slashing through the scimitar that had slashed from the side, blocking the fatal blow.

Di Meng was in a trance, and hurriedly shook his head fiercely and looked at it fixedly. This Mongolian is not a traditional Mongol, but has an Arab face, obviously a Huihui, and from the side of several soldiers jumped up, the Mongolian soldier fell to the ground, these soldiers are also not Chinese, but short stature, dark-skinned Zhenla.

The soldiers of different nationalities on both sides roared and rushed together, and when the blades were taken off, they simply hugged the mud that fell to the ground, and greeted the enemy with their fists and even teeth, and the mud and smoke splashed, and the blood continued to flow, seeping into the land, dyeing the land black and red.

Di Meng exhaled lightly, he had to admire the loyalty of the Hui people to the Mongols, these Hui people were not ambiguous when they fought, of course, on the contrary, the Zhenla people were also unwilling to be reluctant, and their loyalty to the Ming and the courage of the battle were also worthy of respect.

A soldier fought bloodily on this small hillside, trying his best to take a step forward as much as possible.

"Whoosh!" With a roar, a Mongolian soldier who rushed over was shot in the chest and fell beside Di Meng, who kicked the man over with a fierce kick and rushed back into the crowd with a large knife. No matter how he says it, he is also a battle-hardened general, superb in martial arts, and born in a military family, he has grown up in blood, fire and war since he was a child, and there is a big difference between Jiang Shao, a scholar from a merchant family who became a monk halfway.

This is also what Di Meng regrets the most, how did he allow Jiang Shao to rush up in a daze, perhaps because Di Meng himself felt that this battle was over, but he didn't expect that the enemy would still leave such a hand on the anticline of the hillside, which was really unexpected by Di Meng.

It is too light for the enemy, and there is really a price to pay for underestimating the enemy.

After all, these enemies in front of them are not the Zhenla bandits that the Dali army usually deals with, or even the original Zhenla army, this is the main army of the Mongols, and those who can be used as the vanguard to seize the commanding heights and critical passes on the road should be the main force in the main force.

Ignoring the enemy is to pay the price of blood, Di Meng bit his lip to death, just waved the knife in his hand fiercely without saying a word, and continued to harvest the lives of the Mongols, but he knew very well that the lives of these soldiers killed under the attack of stone bullets could not be exchanged for the lives of many Mongols.

"Commander, look!" In the midst of the chaos, a guard stretched out his hand and pointed to the hillside in surprise, Di Meng hurriedly looked in the direction of his finger, and the solemnity on his face suddenly turned into surprise.

I don't know when, at the top of the hillside, the Jiang Zijiang flag, which was broken in the attack of stone bullets, fluttered again, although a lot of dust and pores had been added to the flag, but it was indeed fluttering, fluttering under the gaze of everyone. The Mongol soldiers continued to roar and rush to the top of the hillside, but the Ming soldiers guarding the banner stood still like a rock.

"Kill, rush up to Lao Tzu!" Di Meng didn't know that there were tears rolling in his eyes, and he rushed forward desperately with the soldiers of the Ming army.

And this time the Mongols finally couldn't resist, and for them, there was not even a way out. The Ming army rushed up from all directions and had no intention of keeping prisoners, they had already shed too much blood on this high tree slope, too many brothers had fallen, and only the blood and lives of the Mongol Tatars could pay tribute to the countless heroic souls who died here.

One of Jiang Shao's legs was broken by a stone, but fortunately, the rest of the people were fine, and the soldiers around him gathered more and more, defending the broken general flag to the death. The Ming army had already rushed up, and the first to rush to the front was Di Meng, the commander of the first division.

"Jiang Lianping!" Di Meng gasped and looked at the guy sitting on the stone in front of him, and his voice even trembled a little.

Jiang Shao had a smile on his face for the rest of his life, looked up and down at Di Meng, who was covered in blood, and couldn't help laughing: "Look at you, isn't a certain person still dead, why is the horse urine about to flow?" ”

"You bastard, you fucking bastard!" Di Meng thrust the knife in his hand into the ground, sat down scolding, and began to attack from the valley on the east side.

When he saw that his partner was still alive, Di Meng felt that he had a thousand words to scold, scolding this guy knowing that he almost lost his life as a result of stealing merit with himself, scolding this guy for losing most of the soldiers who launched the attack of the first division, scolding this guy for causing himself to rush to the front to save him, scolding this guy・・・・・・

But when she saw Jiang Shao, who was just a simple bandage on her leg, also covered with blood that she didn't know whose it was, and looked at her with a smile, Di Meng couldn't say anything, so she could only keep scolding her mother in a low voice, and she didn't know who she was scolding.

Jiang Shao stretched out his hand and patted Di Meng's shoulder, and said to him: "It's dawn." ”

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Shao stomped on the ground that had been turned over by artillery fire and stained red with blood over and over again, and looked at Di Meng, who was silent: "This high tree slope is ours." ”

Di Meng sighed: "Lian Ping, a certain hatred, so many brothers, should not have lost the ・・・・・・ here"

Jiang Shao couldn't help but chuckle, and stretched out his finger to point to the mountains further west and the road winding under the slopes: "One misstep becomes a thousand years of hatred, there is no room for regret in the world, but fortunately, ・・・・・・・"

After a pause, Jiang Shao looked at Di Meng: "We still have a chance to make corrections." ”