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Dead...... But it's worth it!

Chen Dexing thought like this, there were already five Mongolian Tatars who died in his hands in this battle! As for the true Tartars killed by the more than 1,000 Song troops under his command, they would not be less than three hundred in any case...... I'm afraid that such a record has not been seen since the beginning of the Mongol-Song War, right? It's a pity that you can't kill more, and you can't turn the tide with your own strength like the protagonists in those later generations of time-traveling novels, but it's worth it to kill so many Tartars!

"May I behead you again in the next life!"

Looking at the red-jacketed armor soldier who was getting closer and closer, Chen Dexing took a deep breath and let out a final roar.

"In the next life, I will kill the Tartars with Chengxin!"

The tragic response sounded in the sky, and the more than 600 sons and daughters of the Han family who were still fighting to the death were already hanging by a thread, and they could only hope for the next life!

The Mongol cavalry all rushed up, rammed with horses, slashed with knives, stabbed with spears, and fought desperately, and in an instant, they forced the desperate Han soldiers into a waist-deep moat. Chen Dexing swung his broadsword and hacked to death a Mongolian armorer who was fighting fiercely. Before he could catch his breath, he heard a shout, which seemed to gush out with irrepressible joy, and sounded behind him: "Divine Arm Bow!" It's the Divine Arm Bow! It's right on the city walls......"

Chen Dexing looked back in amazement, and saw that on the head of the city that was still empty, there were already countless armor soldiers - it was the armor soldiers of the Song army, a large banner with the character of Xia was raised high, and almost all the crossbowmen under the banner were crossbowmen, and there was a sound of pulling the bow on the city wall. It turned out that Jia Rudao also set up an ambush at the head of Yangzhou City.

"Stretch Stretch Stretch ......"

The sound of countless bowstring ejections sounded at the same time, and to Chen Dexing's ears, it seemed to be the most beautiful sound in the world! His current location was only a little more than a hundred steps away from the head of Yangzhou City, and it might be difficult for an ordinary force bow to exert its power. But the Song army's divine arm bow could kill and injure Mongolian armor soldiers who were wrapped in leather armor from top to bottom at such a distance!

A dense raindrop suddenly flew out of the head of Yangzhou City, drawing a semi-circular arc in the air, speeding up and sliding down after crossing the apex, and rushing towards the Mongolian armor on the edge of the moat in an instant.

The arrows of the Divine Arm Bow were also specially made, very small, no more than a few inches in length, but under the strong crossbow force, this small arrow suddenly drilled into the body of the Mongolian armorer who was in the back row of the battle column with a death-like roar. Then these formidable Mongol warriors trembled and fell like an electric shock, blood flowing from the wounds of the arrows, staining the waters of the moat even redder.

saved......

Chen Dexing's whole person looked stupid, and the shape on the battlefield suddenly reversed!

"The Tartars are going to lose, and we are going to win! The big guy will work harder, cut a few more Tartar heads to ask for a reward! ”

Those Song army soldiers who had survived with Chen Dexing's hard fight finally reacted, shouting loudly, raising their knives and guns with their last strength to slash forward and stab out. The sound of the collision of blades rang out again, muffling out all the sounds!

Hand-to-hand combat between the two armies has never been an individual martial art, but morale, discipline and collective strength. Just organize hundreds of broadsword spears into a moving steel jungle and crush the enemies that stand in your way! And the foot soldiers of the Song army in this era are probably the most proficient soldiers in the world. Even if they were just farmers and fishermen more than a year ago, they were now fearless in front of the most powerful Mongolian warriors in the world!

The Song army, which formed a battle formation, crashed into the depths of the Mongolian cavalry formation, slashed with swords, and stabbed with spears. Hit the already shaky Alihan Division. Fang Cai's salvo of the Divine Arm Bow had already caused them great casualties, plus the previous volley killed by the Song Army crossbowmen under Chen Dexing's command within twenty paces and the ensuing bitter battle, at least 400 or dozens of Mongolian armor soldiers lost their lives or were seriously wounded!

Such a large loss is almost unprecedented since the beginning of the Mongol and Song wars. All along, the Mongol warriors drove the Han army and the vassal armies from all over the Western Regions to rush and kill in front. In today's bitter battle of exchanging lives for lives, how have this generation of Mongolian warriors ever fought?

And Alihan was also stunned by the scene in front of him, he never thought that he would be defeated, and he would be defeated so badly. A whole thousand-strong team couldn't defeat the Song army, which was less than their own, and paid more than 400 casualties!

What the hell is going on? Could it be that the iron hooves of Great Mongolia are really going to stop at the city of Yangzhou? Doesn't it mean that the southerners are weak and vulnerable? He led the troops all the way south with his father, broke the walled cities of the unknown Nanren, took the wives and daughters of the Nanren as his own, trampled the old and weak of the Nanren to death with horses' hooves, and pierced and provoked the babies of the Nanren with the tip of a gun. When have you ever seen such Nanren soldiers who do not retreat from the fight to the death, shouting that they want to go to Huangquan together?

If all the southerners are like this, how can Great Mongolia sweep all the way to the Yangtze River?

That's it, let's retreat today, it's not that the men of Great Mongolia haven't lost battles, there's nothing remarkable, and they will pay it back a hundred times in the future.

Thinking of this, Alihan whistled, gave the order to retreat, and at the same time turned the horse's head, galloped more than ten steps, and suddenly grabbed the reins and turned around and shouted, and opened his mouth in fluent northern Chinese: "I am the son of the marshal of the Mongolian capital of Zhuyi Liugan, a thousand households Alihan, the general of the south who defeated me today, can I be named?" ”

"A certain is the great Song Chengxin Lang Chen Dexing!" Chen Dexing was dumbfounded, "Alihan, do you dare to fight with a certain one for three hundred rounds?" ”

Alihan ignored Chen Dexing, turned his horse's head and left, taking less than 600 Mongolian soldiers under his command as if they were galloping. And those red-jacketed soldiers who were approaching in formation, seeing the defeat of the Mongolian cavalry, seemed to have lost their fighting spirit, and immediately retreated.

Chen Dexing fought with more than 1,000 Wurui troops on his back, and won a victory from several times stronger enemies!

But at this moment, the shape of the entire battlefield has changed again, and the balance of victory has once again turned to Mongolia! The other seven of the eight Mongol thousand-man teams scattered out, like seven hurricanes that could break through a qiē barrier, were sweeping across the battlefield!

"Defeated! Defeated! Run! On the battlefield around him, a huge shout like a tsunami suddenly sounded, and Chen Dexing heard that the panic was extremely noisy!

He looked in the direction where the shout came from, only to see a large force of Song troops running in the direction of the moat, countless Mongol Han troops and Mongolian cavalry chasing behind them, charging with horses, slashing with knives and axes, shooting with bows and crossbows, on the battlefield, blood flowed like rivers, corpses were lying all over the field, and the sound of cries and shouts shook the sky!

The Great Song Duanming Palace, the governor of the political affairs, the privy council, the two Huai pacification ambassador Jia Yidao pressed the sword on his waist, stood on the high platform of the Song army with a cold face, watching the chaotic battlefield. No matter how hard Liao Yingzhong and Liang Chongru persuaded them, they refused to move to Yangzhou City. Because he knew that if his banner hadn't been moved here, I am afraid that the Song army outside Yangzhou City would have collapsed a long time ago! It's just that now, the situation of Song Jun is still very bad!

Of course, the Mongolian iron cavalry is powerful, although it has suffered some small losses under Jia Yidao's pro-strength tent army, but the ordinary Song army on the battlefield that has been fighting with the Mongolian Han army for a long time and has a huge body consumption is difficult to resist the impact of their iron cavalry! In less than an hour, four Song army formations had already been trampled by the horse's hooves of the Mongols! The rest of the army formation is already crumbling.

On the battlefield, the handsome flag of Jia Zi is still fluttering. But when I looked around, it was just a tragic situation of defeat. On the wide battlefield, there were Song soldiers who lost their armor and threw off their armor. A face general, a general, a commander, and even a general flag under the control of the army have all been overturned. The Song army, dressed in infantry armor and archer armor, was like an ant's nest meeting water, and saw the crowd tumbling and retreating.