"It seems that the Jin Tartars are really exhausted, as soon as the Tongguan is broken, Bianliang will be exposed to the Mongolian Tartar iron cavalry, and the soldiers can be directed at the central capital, or in a few years, the Jin Tartars will follow in the footsteps of the Liao State."

In the sky, inside the helicopter, Qiu Chuji put down Liu Yuxuan and handed it to him, and taught him how to use the telescope.

Yang Yifei in front smiled and said: "Not necessarily, it's better to make a bet with a real person, I bet that the Mongolian Tartars will lose this battle." ”

Qiu Chuji smiled dumbly and said, "If Gongzi makes a move, the Mongolian Tartars will naturally be defeated." ”

Yang Yifei shook his head and smiled: "If that's the case, how can I be embarrassed to bet with a real person?" Real people might as well look a little farther away, further east. ”

"Oh?"

Qiu Chuji curiously raised the telescope again to look east, his fingers turned on the magnification adjuster, the lens zoomed in, and sure enough, he found the situation.

"I see, it's the arrival of Monk Wanyan Chen, so the outcome of this battle is really uncertain."

Yang Yifei smiled, he concluded that the Mongol Tatars would be defeated, not only because he saw the reinforcements of the Jin Tartars, but also clearly knew that this battle in history was lost quickly, and he was held accountable by Wokotai, and he was exempted from punishment by dragging mines and pleading.

This is the first defeat in all the battles of Subutai rampant in Eurasia, and it has left a strong mark in the history books.

Below, Wanyan Heda led the remnants of the army to flee eastward, and Wuliang Hatai chased after him, chasing and killing him, vowing to take off Wanyan Heda's head.

His command is infantry, although the personal guard is cavalry, but the number is too small, he does not dare to go too deep into the enemy formation, but the problem is not big, just wait for the Chinese army to arrive, Wanyan Heda and these remnants of the army will die.

"Boom ......"

When Uliang Hatai heard the rumbling hooves behind him, he couldn't help but get excited, and when he looked back, it was indeed a large group of cavalry arriving.

The infantry gave way to both sides and handed over the battlefield to the cavalry, and Wanyan Heda in front looked back, and his heart sank, and a look of despair rose in his eyes.

Is that all? Is it all over?

"Boom ......"

Suddenly, Wanyan Heda was stunned, no, the sound of horses' hooves was not only from behind, but also in front.

He suddenly raised his head and looked over, but saw a curve dozens of feet away in front of him, he looked at the bend with hope, and gradually clenched the long-handled broadsword in his hand.

After a few breaths, a piece of black turned out of the bend, surging like angry waves, the first person, eight feet tall, riding on a horse burly and majestic, a three-stone strong bow in his palm, and a spear hanging on the horse's back, who is not Wanyan Chen?

Wanyan Heda and the remnants of the Jin soldiers were ecstatic, he raised his big sword high, and shouted: "Separate the left and right, form a formation, and prepare to counterattack Tongguan." ”

"Kill, kill, kill, kill ......"

The Jin soldiers who have survived until now are the elite of the elite, and they did not hesitate at all, left and right, gave way to the road, turned around and formed a formation on the side of the road.

When Wuliang Hatai saw Monk Yan Chen, his face also changed greatly, and he would not forget this person or face until he died.

It was this person who led a mere 400 men in Dachangyuan and defeated their 8,000 Mongol warriors, and Uliang Hatai frantically shouted: "Form a formation, form a formation......"

It's a pity that it's too late, in a moment, the reinforcements of the Jin State are already close at hand, and the Jin soldiers brought by the monk Wanyan Chen are only 3,400 horses, but in the face of the nearly 15,000 horses of the Mongolian army, they are not afraid at all.

There were still sixty or seventy steps away from the other party, and the Jin army opened their bows and arrows one after another, and shot at the Mongolian army's array, and the Mongolian army was caught off guard, and a large group of knights immediately fell off their horses.

However, when the Mongolian army returned fire, the Jin soldiers raised a round shield one after another and put it in front of the front door, and the other positions did not pay attention to it at all.

It turned out that the 400 people in the army led by Monk Wanyan Chen as the front arrow were his descendant troops "Loyal and Filial Piety Army", all of them were heavy cavalry, not only wrapped in armor, but even covered with a layer of iron armor on horseback.

The Mongolian cavalry was all light cavalry, and the cavalry of the two sides collided together, and the Mongolian cavalry collapsed at the moment of contact.

Wanyan Chen monk took the lead, a pole and two spears in his hand penetrated a thousand jun, and the Mongolian cavalry was swept off the horse one after another, and the 400 loyal and filial piety army was like a sharp knife inserted into the enemy formation, unstoppable.

Wuliang Hatai was a little frightened, pulled out the horse and left, his heart was annoyed, he knew that this was the case, he should have occupied Tongguan in an all-round way before, and consolidated the city defense, and this more than 1,000 remnants of the army ran away.

This is good, Wanyan Chen monk came too fast, Abu also led the army to chase out, at this time Tongguan can not close the door, just arrived at the pass, and will be lost due to their negligence, how can this be explained to the Great Khan!

In fact, he soon did not have to think about how to give an account to Ogedei, and the dead did not have to give an account to anyone.

In the sky, Yang Yifei saw that everyone who should have been present had already arrived, decisively controlled the helicopter to lower the altitude, and said to Li Mochou, the co-pilot: "Mochou, do you see the handsome flag below?" If nothing else, Subutai is there, and you lock on to the flag and launch Hellfire. ”

Li Mochou said with a little excitement: "Okay." ”

The cross crosshair put on the handsome flag, Li Mochou pressed the lock button, and the radar began to emit radar waves at the handsome flag, and when the lock was completed, Li Mochou decisively pressed the launch button.

"Sneer......"

On the launch rack at the hardpoint, a Hellfire flew out with a tail flame, and flew towards the target illuminated by the radar wave, that is, the location of the handsome flag.

All the six sons of Quan Zhen held their breath and watched the thing with its tail on fire turn around in the sky and fly towards the handsome flag that was not fast.

At this time, the helicopter had descended to a height of 600 meters, and it was only about 800 meters away from the location of the subplatform, and the noise of the propeller was already very loud, which naturally alarmed the Tartars below.

Whether it was the Mongolian Tartar or the Jin Tartar, they all saw this strange thing that they had never seen before, and looking at the Hellfire missile, Subutai asked left and right in surprise: "What is that?" ”

No one answered him, and he couldn't wait for an answer from others, because the Hellfire missile flew at a speed of 266 meters per second, and in just 3 seconds, it had already exploded.

"Boom"

There was a loud earth-shattering sound, and the six sons of Quanzhen only saw that in an instant, within a radius of four or five zhang, they were covered by a ball of rising flames, and the Tartars and horses within a radius of ten zhang fell in pieces.

With the density of the Tartars, this missile will reimburse at least three or four hundred people, and the six sons of Quan Zhen looked at this scene with horror, killing three or four hundred people and horses in one blow, such a killing efficiency is unimaginable to them.

Hellfire is indeed a flame from hell, and when that flame rises, it will drag hundreds of people to hell.

Yang Yifei said with some regret: "It's a pity, it's a pity, these Tartars are all cavalry, and the war horses block most of their power, if they bombard the infantry array, this blow will kill at least seven or eight hundred people." ”