Zhao Qian once felt that the dirt hill that needed to be climbed to go up was a barrier for the troops. When the Mongols slid down the earthen wall with their weapons, Zhao Qian suddenly found himself in a situation where he had fallen into a situation where he was attacked on his back.

The Mongol cavalry in front of them was ready for a surprise attack twenty meters away from Zhao Qian's position, and behind them were the Mongol infantry perched on a high slope twenty meters away. Zhao Qian's troops were in chaos when they landed. Zhao Qian wanted to order loudly, but he didn't expect his muscles to tighten unconsciously at this time, his voice was muffled in his chest, and he couldn't speak.

At this moment, Zhao Qian saw that the Mongolian cavalry under the mountain had urged the war horse forward. However, the pits in front were not simple decorations after all, and the war horses of the Mongolian cavalry running in the front soon stepped into a pit, and the whole horse lost its balance, and one stumbled back, and the front hooves fell to their knees. Directly threw the Mongolian cavalry off their horses.

Seeing that he was not completely helpless, Zhao Qian tried to give the order again, but the voice was still released. He struggled to raise his hand, and saw that his hand twitched like a chicken claw. In an instant, a strong sense of shame appeared in Zhao Qian's chest. Although he didn't think he had the talent to be a soldier, he never felt like a coward. However, it turned out that his lower limit was far lower than he could have imagined.

In this huge sense of shame, Zhao Qian raised his hand with great effort and slapped it against his face. One, two, three. As the palms and cheeks became touchable, the numbness gradually subsided.

At this time, the Mongol soldiers on the hillside were already holding their weapons and moving downward. And the troops, which had temporarily lost their command, panicked. Seeing that the situation was like this, a kind of scorching heat suddenly appeared in Zhao Qian's chest, which instantly covered the numbness, so that Zhao Qian finally shouted out, "Don't panic, the first and second squads will deal with the cavalry under the mountain." Class 4 ......"

Zhao Qian shouted here, feeling that the heat of Fang Cai dissipated, and the muscles in his body began to twitch again. And Zhao Qian didn't expect that his voice would become inaudible to him.

Whether a unit is commanded or not is completely different. At this critical juncture, after listening to Zhao Qian's platoon commander's order, the troops immediately took action. The soldiers of the first and second squads began to face the enemy at the bottom of the mountain, but Zhao Qian saw that some soldiers were nervous and insisted on letting the rifles in their hands slide to the ground, and they bent down and tried to pick up the rifles, but they couldn't pick them up two or three times in a row.

The huge sense of shame in Zhao Qian's heart was alleviated by seeing the gaffes of his comrades-in-arms, it turned out that he was not alone. With relief, Zhao Qian's brain suddenly brightened, and he suddenly figured out that his reaction at this time was because of fear.

"Fear can make us lose control of ourselves, and fear can make us lose the ability to defeat our enemies. However, there is nothing to be ashamed of in producing fear, because as long as you are a normal person, you will have fear. However, the greatness of humanity is due to the fact that we are able to overcome fear. This is when you take a step forward and you know what you're facing. ”

This is the standard lesson in the fear that Song Jun faced. Zhao Qian's father, Zhao Jiaren, said that an aunt surnamed Hu said it to Zhao Qian, and the instructor in the army said it to Zhao Qian. At this time, Zhao Qian recalled the teachings of these people, and finally understood why it was easier said than done. Because before he felt the fear himself, Zhao Qian didn't know what fear was.

The state of being flanked by the enemy more than three times before and after has never been a training subject for troops. Because this kind of training is meaningless. For the troops, it is about how to avoid falling into such a desperate situation. If the Mongol army he is facing now has the combat effectiveness of the Song army, Zhao Qian will be a dead end no matter how he struggles.

The difference is probably how to die......

"it, it's a big deal to die!" Zhao Qian shouted in his heart. Since ancient times, it has been difficult to die alone, Zhao Qian has read such words, and once despised the person who said it in his heart. At this time, Zhao Qian had to admit that the person who said this understood that he had a better insight into human nature than Zhao Qian.

Zhao Qian struggled to move his stiff legs and took a step forward towards the Mongols behind him. The Mongols did not rush directly, they gathered in a group, waiting for their companions behind to slide down from the mound. Zhao Qian felt that if these fierce men could attack earlier, the Song army would probably be defeated.

Why didn't they do it? Could there be anything more powerful?

With such doubts, Zhao Qian reluctantly clenched the revolver in his hand and continued to walk forward. When the Mongolians at the front saw Zhao Qian walking towards them alone, they immediately bared their teeth and howled at Zhao Qian. Zhao Qian stiffly raised his arm and fired a shot at the grinning Mongol. The two sides were more than ten meters away at this time, and the bullet only shot a single earth flower on the land in front of the Mongols. However, the Mongolian didn't expect that the little thing in Zhao Qian's hand could actually hit the bullet so far, and he instinctively dodged in shock. As a result, his feet slipped and he fell directly down the dirt slope to his left.

Looking at the enemy's embarrassment, Zhao Qian suddenly understood. It turned out that the enemy on the opposite side also had his own fears, and the firearms of the Song army gave the Mongols too many terrible impressions, and the reason why these people did not dare to advance was probably because they were afraid of the Song army's muskets.

Thinking of this, Zhao Qian suddenly felt funny. From an early age, he had the impression that the Mongols represented barbarism and bravery. Although Zhao Qian's father Zhao Jiaren didn't say that, Zhao Qian could see that his father never despised the Mongols. Yet, as his dad and many others have said, when you take a step forward in the face of fear, you can see what you are facing.

Zhao Qian thought he was facing a fierce, shrewd, and thoughtful enemy. Unexpectedly, he faced an enemy who was fearful, panicked, and uncertain about the battlefield. Combined with their previous bluffs, these weaknesses look even more ridiculous. Feeling the embarrassment of the enemy, Zhao Qian suddenly felt that the stiffness that seemed to be restraint dissipated, and there was suddenly saliva in his dry mouth, and his brain became more bright. Zhao Qian shouted loudly: "The fourth class comes over and follows me to deal with the Mongols behind." ”

Soon, three people ran over. Zhao Qian looked at the location of the fourth class again, and saw four people guarding more than 20 horses. This is also the least number of people to take care of, and the horses are expensive, and everyone doesn't want the horses to run away at this time.

Zhao Qian quickly stuffed the pistol into the holster, picked up the rifle he had already loaded, pulled the trigger, stuffed the fire cap into the hole in the tail of the musket, and then raised the gun to aim. The rifle had an incomparable advantage at such a distance of more than ten meters, and after a simple aim, it fired a shot at the dense Mongol formation.

With a scream, a Mongol rolled down the slope beside him. The reason why Zhao Qian relied on this earthen hill behind him was because there was only a very narrow foothold under the earthen hill, and the rest of the place was a very steep slope. If you jump on the slope, you will immediately slide down the slope. I didn't expect the Mongolians to dare to jump to such a place, and Zhao Qian's brain was extremely flexible at this time. He no longer felt that he had put everyone to death, but regretted a little that he should have arranged it in advance. As long as there are five people who put their guns here, the Mongols will not be able to get by at all.

Seeing the platoon commander Ma Li's gun, one of the three soldiers who ran over also understood, and he followed Zhao Qian to release the gun against the Mongols. At the same time, he couldn't help but shout at the other two comrades-in-arms who were stupidly watching: "Let's fight together!" ”

When the two of them heard the angry shouts of their comrades-in-arms, they also woke up like a dream, and hurriedly continued to release their guns. As soon as the dozen or so Mongols who had come down saw the situation, they immediately rushed over with Mongolian swords. Zhao Qian pulled out his revolver and opened fire on the Mongols who rushed over. The Mongols within ten meters were knocked down two in succession. The other Mongols were stunned, they had never seen such a firearm that could shoot continuously, and they didn't know how many bullets the guy in Zhao Qian's hand could fire.

Stunned, the warriors had already reloaded their bullets and continued to shoot at the Mongols. In the blink of an eye, four more people were knocked down, two of whom were even wounded by the same bullet. Zhao Qian quickly opened the turntable, poured out the cartridge case, and used the loader to add six rounds again. However, before Zhao Qian could start shooting, the Mongols let out a scream and slipped down the slope to both sides, never daring to be hostile to the Song army again.

"Hold on here, don't let the Mongols come again." After Zhao Qian finished ordering, he turned around to look at the frontal battlefield. Seeing this, Zhao Qian became nervous again, but saw that the Mongolian cavalry had actually rushed to the front of the Song army, fortunately, the Mongols were attacking from the back, and there were many pits on the ground, so they could not impact the Song army's battle line. The rifles of the Song army all had bayonets on them, and it was too late to reload ammunition at this time, so everyone used the rifles of bayonets to fight with the Mongol cavalry.

Zhao Qian hurriedly rushed over and raised his gun to shoot. Just as Zhao Qian fired, someone from the Mongolian cavalry had already come to shoot at the Song army, and someone on both sides screamed at the same time. Zhao Qian was not moved at all at this time, he just stood straight and pulled the trigger on the nearest Mongolian. At a distance of about three or four meters from the enemy, the hit rate of the revolver increased significantly. Although it may not hit the fatal position, it can be regarded as a sure hit in every hit.

After firing six bullets, when Zhao Qian lowered his head and quickly reloaded, he suddenly remembered that he was wrong again. At this time, perhaps the most important thing is to let the fighters of the three fourth squads in the back come and shoot. The Song army's muskets had a huge advantage, and even if three people fired, it was enough to put tremendous pressure on the Mongols in front of them. Compared to muskets, bayonets were at best able to drive away the Mongols. And there is no way to destroy them.

As soon as he finished loading his bullets, Zhao Qian raised his head and saw a Mongolian five or six meters away pulling out his bow and aiming at him. Before Zhao Qian could react, the Mongol arrows shot out. Then the figure flashed, and someone stood in front of Zhao Qian. The man's body shook a little, probably from an arrow.

Zhao Qian stepped forward to take a look, but it was a squad leader who helped him block an arrow. At this time, Zhao Qian was furious, raised his head and prepared to look for the Mongolian who released the arrow. But the battle line was dynamic, and the Mongols who fired their arrows could no longer be seen. Zhao Qian could only continue to shoot at the nearest Mongol.

The revolver had a fast rate of fire and was aimed at the head and feet at such a close distance. Two rounds of fire hit at least ten enemies and pushed the frontal enemy back a few steps. Just a few steps bought time for Song Jun. Several Song soldiers quickly reloaded their bullets and opened fire on the Mongols a few paces away. Now the Mongols took a few steps back.

Ten paces away, the power of the bow is greatly reduced. There was no way to even penetrate the winter cotton clothes worn by Song Jun. And the bullets of the Song army were not at all able to withstand the outfit of the Mongol army. The Mongols had to continue their retreat.

At this moment, a gunshot suddenly rang out at the foot of the mountain. Zhao Qian was a little confused now, according to the previous fireworks signal, it was obvious that the Song army was besieged. Why did all of a sudden the Song army break through the encirclement and attack from behind the Mongol army.

Seeing the retreat of the Mongols on the opposite side, Zhao Qian ordered: "Don't chase after everyone, be careful of being deceived." ”

The Mongols retreated down the hill in a puff of smoke, and when they were on the road and headed east, the Song infantry came running. The Mongol cavalry did not stop at all, continued to run east, and in the blink of an eye it was gone. Zhao Qian first used a telescope to see that those people were indeed wearing the military uniforms of the Song Army. But Zhao Qian was still not at ease, and waited for the Song army below to send a correspondent to come up, and he was sure that it was his own person. Zhao Qian was relieved, and then he only felt that his legs were weak, so he simply sat down on the hillside.

Zhao Qian had already ordered the wounded to be put away, and at this time, he saw a mess, the corpses of people and horses were lying on the ground, and some injured horses were still struggling and bouncing. recalled that he had just turned around in front of the Ghost Gate, and more than half of his platoon had suffered casualties. At this time, he was sad and suddenly began to cry.

The correspondent who came up didn't expect the platoon commander on the other side to cry, and he was a little overwhelmed for a while. It didn't take long for someone from below to catch up. But he was the instructor of Zhao Qian's company before. Now the instructor is already the representative of the school in the camp. Seeing that Zhao Qian was crying, the instructor did not speak immediately, but looked around first. But I saw that there were twenty or thirty dead men and horses on the hillside, and the number of seriously wounded Mongols who called for help was close to forty.

The instructor walked up to Zhao Qian, pulled him up, and then said loudly: "Everyone is facing several times the enemy, and calmly respond. Good job! ”

The correspondent immediately felt that the instructor was stronger. When he wanted to comfort him, he also felt that the platoon on the opposite side should have encountered a hard battle. But he still couldn't help but have some thoughts at that time, thinking that it was too normal for the Song army to win against the Mongols. But after listening to the instructor's words, the correspondent felt that the instructor had said the fierceness of the previous battle, which was the most suitable statement.

After listening to the instructor's words, Zhao Qian wanted to cry even more. At this moment, the soldier who was arranged by Zhao Qian to be in charge of guarding the back road ran over and said, "Platoon commander, those Mongolians under the slope haven't run far yet, should we chase them?" ”

Without waiting for Zhao Qian to speak, the instructor said loudly: "Correspondent, go and tell the battalion commander to send troops over to pursue the Mongols." ”