The operation of the Song army to start firing fiercely from the artillery made many people in the Mongolian army wonder why the Song army did not care so much when operating such expensive equipment.

If the Song artillerymen had learned of the Mongols' incomprehension, they would probably have been puzzled as well. The artillerymen, of course, were told not to waste when they were trained. Because transporting shells and gunpowder to the front line requires a lot of manpower and material resources. The artillery is not useless, and the current artillery life of the Song army is 300 rounds. When the number of shells fired by the gun exceeds this number, the chance of problems such as exploding or cracks in the barrel of the gun begins to increase rapidly.

No matter how you talk about the maintenance of equipment, no matter how you talk about the effective use of equipment, the Song army's view on the exchange ratio of weapons and people is that 'people are more valuable than artillery'.

A person must be raised to be at least 15 years old to be able to play. At the current infant mortality rate, a significant number of people do not live to this age. The population of appropriate age is not immediately proficient in the eighteen martial arts after being conscripted, and it will take several years of special training to cultivate an archer and a cavalryman. Compared with such time and energy, a furnace of iron only takes two days, and a cannonball that kills them is really insignificant in the assembly line of blast furnace production, and even a cannon in a furnace of iron only accounts for a very low proportion.

The Mongol cavalry outside the city of Guide once felt that they had succeeded in cutting off the Song army, and the horse team galloped past between the two Song army arrays. In the ordinary view of the Mongols, the Song army would at least be uneasy, if not frightened.

The Song army had no reason to think in the light of the Mongols' expectations, and they received a military education that the only way to survive on the battlefield was to kill the enemy quickly. The Song gunners carried out this idea by firing accurate shells at the Mongol cavalry as fast as possible.

Not every archer can find a target to get the most out of their bow and arrow, and this idea is simply impossible to achieve on the battlefield. The same is true for artillery, where the presence of a fortress or city wall requires artillery to fire at a fixed target. In an ordinary battlefield situation, the artillerymen simply dump shells into a certain area.

Whether the shell hit the Mongol cavalry, or whether the Mongol cavalry itself rushed into the trajectory of a certain shell, is actually a difficult question to tell. Either way, the Mongols were constantly falling. Every fallen Mongol cavalry meant that the fruits of several tons of food and a lot of training were in vain.

Faced with such an irreversible attack, the Mongol cavalry quickly withdrew from the battlefield. The smaller and smaller figures of the Sixth Division reappeared in their once-obstructed field of vision, as if they had not seen what was happening behind them at all, and the troops continued to pursue the retreating Mongol Chinese army.

The Chinese army of Mongolia went farther and farther, and the Sixth Division also went farther and farther. The Mongol cavalry did not attack the 8th Division that remained in front of the city of Guide, leaving a small number of cavalry to monitor the movements of the 8th Division, and the brigade retreated with the Mongol Chinese army. The 8th Division did not immediately pursue, and the division commander immediately ordered to clean up the battlefield and prepare for departure.

The mare should be saved as much as possible, and the stallion should be saved. It really can't be saved to solve it on the spot, and provide fresh meat for everyone. In addition to the horses, the Mongols also had to deal with it. Those of the Mongol cavalry who could still speak asked for the number of their unit and the name of the commander. It doesn't matter whether you want to say it or not, and the Song army didn't really think that the Mongol army would tell the truth, and it was just such an arrangement. As the time of departure approached, the bugle sounded and the military flag stood up. Then there was a burst of gunfire, and all the Mongol troops who were carried aside were eliminated.

In the distance, the brigade walked out two or three miles. Xu Qinghui, commander of the Eighth Division, said to the chief of staff: "Is it enough to leave you four battalions?" ”

The chief of staff nodded and replied with a serious expression: "I will guard the city." You are also careful. ”

The current Song army has little experience in fighting with the Mongolian army, and Xu Qinghui wants to say something, but he can't find the words to express his thoughts. He finally raised his hand to salute the chief of staff, and after the chief of staff returned the salute, Xu Qinghui turned over and galloped to the front of the battle.

The chief of staff returned to the city and climbed the walls. Looking condescendingly, the troops of the four battalions were lined up, and in front of them, the division commander's horses passed in front of the array, and while the troops looked at the division commander, the division commander was also inspecting the troops. When he saw the unit in question, the division commander stopped and called the commander to ask about it. When he inspected all the troops, he saw the commander of the 8th Division stopped in front of the array, stood up straight with his stirrups, and shouted out the two words 'go'. Then urge the mount and take the lead towards the next battlefield.

Behind the division commander, guided by the fluttering of military flags, accompanied by the neat sound of drums and light vertical wind music, the four battalions of the Eighth Division followed the back of the division commander.

At this time, the Sixth Division, which had been set off for more than half an hour, stopped. Division commander Li Yun jumped off his horse and handed over the horse to his subordinates. In front of him, the Mongol army stopped retreating and began to set up on a hillside. From the perspective of Division Commander Li Yun, the Mongol army was divided into two formations, the first on a relatively gentle slope and the second on a higher and steeper hillside.

On that higher hillside, Marshal Ali Hague condescendingly watched the Song army in formation. He didn't expect the Song army to be so bold and chase after the Mongolian army. I didn't expect the physical strength of these Song troops to be so good, they didn't look fast, but the distance between them and the Mongolian army was shrinking. During this period, the Mongol army even increased the speed of its march twice and began to run. As soon as the panting Mongol army slowed down, the Song army approached again.

The marshal knew that it was impossible to avoid the battle, and his troops had already walked more than ten miles to get here. If you continue to retreat, you will only collapse. Since he can't withdraw, there is only war, and today there will be a river of blood between his subordinates and the Song army.

Li Yun, the commander of the Sixth Division, only felt that his heart was beating extremely fiercely, and the distance between the Song army and the Mongolian army was so close that there was no possibility of not fighting. If such a situation had been reached in Jiaozhi and Zhancheng, the battalion commander Li Yun at that time would have already commanded the army to pounce and stand with the enemy. But now it is the Mongol army that is facing after all, and the other party is not a weak chicken like Jiaozhi and Champang. At least Li Yun did not believe that the Mongol army was a weak chicken.

Seeing the Mongol army lined up on a front nearly a mile wide, the Mongol infantry with long and short weapons lined up behind different banners. Division Commander Li Yun retreated to the center and rear of the front and ordered the troops and the Mongol army to discharge an array of the same width.

The elite is worthy of being the elite, and after Marshal Ali Hague gave an order before, the elite Mongolian army behind His Royal Highness immediately stopped its pace and turned back to form a formation. Other, less elite units continued to retreat, regrouping farther away. Before the Song army trotted to complete an array of the same width, the elite Mongol army finally completed its own array.

"Archers begin." Marshal Ali Hague, seeing that the artillery of the Song army did not appear on the front line, immediately gave the order for battle.

Seeing the archers of the Mongol army walking out of the array and starting to bend their bows and arrows, Li Yun immediately ordered, "Musketeers come out!" ”

Not long after, between the last two armies arrays with a width of one mile, the long-range arms of the two armies, which were 7 or 80 meters apart, began to fight.

The arrows drew a beautiful arc and flew towards the Song army. Inserted on the ground, inserted into Song Jun's paper armor, or shot into Song Jun's **. The shafts of the arrows are presented at different angles, and none of the feathers are the same, they look similar, and each has its own appearance when viewed closely.

On the other hand, the Song army's bullets were small and fast, like flies that broke into the cauldron of the cauldron. The appearance of even one fly in one's own bowl will make everyone feel strong nausea, and Song Jun's bullets are more terrifying than flies, and being hit by them will be injured or even fatal.

The Mongol elite deserves to be the elite, and the archers continue to inflict damage on the Song army while suffering the continuous damage caused by the Song army. 7. The counter-shooting at a distance of 80 meters lasted for ** minutes before the Mongolian shooters completely collapsed. The battle did not end at this point, and the Mongol infantry took over from the archers, who had weak arms and heavy casualties. Under the command of the officers, they clenched their weapons, ran, roared, and rushed like wild horses on the loose, like a galloping flood towards the smoke-shrouded Song array.

The Song army's array changed slightly, and the musketeers retreated more than ten meters in unison, allowing the artillerymen to become the forefront of the Song army's array without moving. At the same time as the gunpowder in the chamber of the two-pound cannon burned out, the volume of gunpowder gas expanded to tens of thousands of times the volume of gunpowder, and the huge chamber pressure pushed the nitrified paper package in the muzzle out of the muzzle. The thick nitrified paper packets burned out in an instant under the heat, and the contents of the paper packets were exposed to the air by the hot scorched pieces of iron, which had been rusty like locusts flying towards the charging Mongol infantry.

Two metal storms whipped at the charging Mongol infantry, but failed to crush them. The musketeers also gave the Mongol infantry a round of three-stage fire, which was also unable to defeat them. Before the Mongol infantry rushed to the artillery, the Song spearmen lined up in an array to meet the Mongol army.

The iron head and the two-foot-long iron sleeve behind it are one, and the front end of the four-meter-long spear is such a head, which is not enough to play any tricks with the material of the current spear shaft. The tactics practiced by the pikemen of the Song army were very simple, which was the word 'thorn'.

The pikemen stood shoulder to shoulder, and the neat pike formation was like a wall, and the Mongol infantry array, which had been bombarded by artillery and muskets, collided head-on with the neat array of the Song army. When an infantryman is confronted with a five-shot or even seven-shot spear, only a handful of men can withstand a round of stabbing. The pikemen who worked together to complete the assassination did not stop, and they began the second round of assassination side by side with their comrades. When there were no more Mongol troops in front of them, the pikemen pushed forward side by side, engaged the untidy Mongol battle columns, and assassinated the new Mongol infantry one by one.

The roars, the screams, the sounds of countless blades colliding into an indescribable sound, it was a sonata of the warriors fighting with all their might, and a concerto of the warriors returning to death. In such a battlefield ensemble, Li Yun stepped back again. It's not that he's timid, it's that he wants to see the whole front better. A mile-long front is not something that can be easily seen.

Then he saw that the Mongol front began to retreat, began to loosen, began to disorganize, and then began to crumble under the onslaught of the Song pikemen.