Wu Feng looked into the distance, the Mongolian cavalry followed from behind, and the arrows were constantly released on both sides, and the Song army deserters who fled with Cheng Xin fell to the ground one after another, and the formation continued to thin.

And those escapees who are surrounded by elite horses and rushing for their lives are Cheng Xin and others. It is possible that they will escape from the "hunting grounds", and the infantry, as well as most of the cavalry, who will flee with them, will probably lose their lives.

Looking at the few ammunition left, Wu Feng sighed secretly in his heart.

He really regretted why he didn't take it tougher, and asked Ma Zhong and Ma Yi to bring chariots, not only to defend, but also to bring artillery to increase firepower.

These generals in the border area are still old-fashioned, and they don't know anything about the power and tactics of the Mongolian cavalry. thought that he could solve the problem with his bravery, but he didn't know that the battlefield was dangerous, and if he was not careful, he would live and die.

He himself is undecided, he doesn't know that the battlefield is dangerous, and losing his future is a trivial matter, and I am afraid that he will have to leave a hundred catties in this northwest frontier.

"General Ma, General Ma, what are you going to do?"

Seeing that more than 200 cavalry of the Song Army behind him had mounted their horses, and everyone was fully clothed, Wu Feng was taken aback.

Are these guys going to play with their lives?

"Brother, there is not much ammunition left for artillery, are we waiting here to be shot? To die, let our brothers die on horseback! ”

Ma Zhong laughed miserably. It was Cheng Xin's urging, his carelessness and non-persistence that led to the casualties of so many brothers.

"Wu Feng, let me show you today, is it your strong man in Lin'an City, or my good man in the northwest!"

The wings of the horse were mounted on the horse, the shield in his left hand, the spear in his right hand, and his body was covered with blood, as if he were killing a god.

"General, the Tatar cavalry is accustomed to long-range shooting, cavalry and archery duels, my army is probably not an opponent, let's wait for reinforcements to arrive!"

Wu Feng was shocked and persuaded each other.

These Northwest men are not afraid of death, and they are natural warriors, but they are too stubborn and upright.

"Wu Feng, since the military order is like a mountain, you obey the military order!"

Ma Zhong's face darkened, and he hit his horse and rode out of the formation.

"Brothers, let's also let these guys from the martial arts hall see if there are any brothers in our Northwest Frontier Army?"

Although both of them are commanders, Ma Zhong is the chief general of Qifang Pass, Wu Feng is the commander of artillery, and on the surface, Ma Zhong is still Wu Feng's chief officer.

The horse's wings urged the horse forward, laughing, and shouting loudly.

"Wu Feng, you are a gentleman in Lin'an City, you have lost!"

The cavalry of the Song army raised their swords one after another, and some laughed loudly, heroic and uninhibited.

This may be the last pride in their lives for the border soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty.

"Brother of the martial arts, good job!"

After Ma Zhong finished speaking, he patted the war horse under his crotch and galloped forward.

"There is no advance or retreat, brothers, let's see you in the next life!"

"Willing to die with the general!"

"Wu Feng, remember to collect my body, otherwise I won't be able to spare you!"

The cavalry of the Song army behind Ma Zhong urged the war horses out of the Song army's large array, their expressions were relaxed, and the sabers in their hands were bright.

The cavalry of the Song army beat their horses and left, everyone did not hesitate, and Wu Feng couldn't help but have hot eyes.

If you are still in Lin'an City, how can you see such a warrior, the sharp man of the country?

"General, what should I do?"

The surrounding gunners were at a loss for a moment, and their eyes widened.

The cavalry of the Song army charged into battle, and there were no war horses in the army, so it seemed that they could only hold on and wait for reinforcements.

"Shoot out all the remaining shells, cover General Ma's charge, and don't have anything left! All the gunners turn pikemen and get ready to fight the Tatars! ”

Wu Feng raised his head, for fear that he would shed tears.

"Commander, the Tatar cavalry is rushing up, what do you say?"

Some gunners couldn't hold their breath and urged anxiously.

"When you die, you have to pull the cushion on your back. Brothers, listen to me, it's still a strategy to lure the enemy. Take your shield, throw a few earth-shattering thunderbolts from afar, and when you get to me, give me a good greeting of these dogs, and then the pikemen charge! ”

Wu Feng glared at the gunner and shouted angrily.

"All gunners, reload, aim ahead!"

Ma Zhongbu attacked, and the Mongolian cavalry gathered from all over the place, and it seemed that they had entered the range of artillery.

"General, the Tatar cavalry on the flanks is up again!"

A sergeant shouted.

"Regardless of it, the frontal direction, shoot Lao Tzu!"

Wu Feng shouted loudly, and unconsciously, the tears disappeared, and his heart was as hard as iron.

On the battlefield, there is really no room for tears.

The gunners looked at each other and lit the fuse.

The shelling affected the fish in the pond and was inevitable.

The sound of artillery rang out, earth-shattering, and shotguns flew all over the sky, passing over the heads of the Song cavalry, splitting their heads and covering their faces and heading straight towards the Mongolian cavalry with bows and arrows.

The artillery roared, the feather arrows roared, Ma Zhong's cavalry continued to fall off their horses, the sound of artillery disappeared, Ma Zhong's cavalry had already encountered the Mongolian cavalry, and soon it was a fierce hand-to-hand combat.

The Mongol cavalry galloped away, and they shouted and screamed like wolves and tigers, and they rushed forward one after another, heading straight for the remnants of the Song army.

It was the firearms of these guys that cost them hundreds of knights. They kept firing arrows, vowing to shoot all these Song soldiers and leave no one behind.

"Earthquake thunder, prepare!"

Wu Feng shouted loudly and clenched the spear in his hand.

I often train in spearmanship, and I can't be more familiar with it, but I have never been in battle to kill the enemy.

Today, he, Wu Feng, is going to try the frost blade.

Several earth-shattering thunderbolts were thrown, only to blow up a few Mongol cavalrymen, and the casualties were insignificant.

Circles of Mongolian light cavalry came from all directions, their mouths let out strange roars, feathered arrows in unison, and in a blink of an eye, they had reached the range of fifty or sixty paces in front of the Song army's main array. The firearms of the Song army were about to run out, and the morale of the Mongolian cavalry was greatly boosted, and they were red-eyed and ready for the final killing.

The shield bearers of the Song army struggled to support, allowing the soldiers in the formation to be constantly shot and wounded, and tried to cover the gunners and soldiers in the formation as much as possible.

"Bomb dropping!"

Wu Feng shouted loudly, lit a sky-shaking thunder by himself, covered his body with a shield in his left hand, ran a few steps, and threw the smoking sky-shaking thunder hard.

Fortunately, the earth-shaking thunder is easy to carry, and fortunately, there is still this sky-shaking thunder left, otherwise the whole army would have been wiped out and all of them would have died under the rain of arrows of the Mongolian army.

The explosion of "Tongtong" sounded, a cloud of smoke filled the air, and hundreds of Mongolian light cavalry and hundreds of horsemen fell off their horses, crying and shouting for their mothers. The Mongol cavalry on the periphery could not see clearly, and the front of both sides was blocked by thick smoke.

Taking advantage of the smoke from the earth-shattering thunder explosion to confuse the other party, Wu Feng held a shield spear and took the lead, leading countless Song army pikemen to rush forward to the Mongolian cavalry.

A horse came on, the Mongolian cavalry on the horse rode a spear in his hand, about a zhang Xu, pointing forward, a Song army pikeman could not dodge, was stabbed in the shoulder by the spear, fell to the ground on his back, the war horse stepped on him, and the Song soldier's chest immediately collapsed.

The Mongolian cavalry jumped on a rampage, crashed into a Song army, and was about to crash into the Song army's shield array, when two spears flew to the left and right.

The spear is swift and piercing, and the Mongolian cavalry is superb in horsemanship, with two legs and a belly. The war horse suffered pain, and soared several feet into the air, but it was able to dodge two spears.

"Pour!"

Wu Feng didn't have time to think, and he didn't dodge, he shot hard and pierced under the neck of the war horse that had just fallen. The Mongolian knight was thrown off his horse, his spear fell to the ground, he fell to the ground, and almost collided with Wu Feng, who was rolling to avoid the war horse.

Wu Feng picked up an ownerless long knife from the ground, and the spear a few meters away had no time to take care of. The Mongolian knight who landed on the ground was vigorous, and he had also drawn his knife and fought with Wu Feng. The two sides came and went, dangerous and abnormal, and soon their bodies were drenched in blood. Then Meng Jun was slashed in the shoulder by Wu Feng, and Wu Feng was also slashed in the chest, and the two fell to the ground almost at the same time.

Wu Feng was sweating profusely, his chest ached sharply, and the iron armor on his body saved his life. Although the Mongolian knight is a warrior in the army and is good at riding and shooting, he is not superior in hand-to-hand combat, and his leather armor even made one of his shoulders almost cut off by Wu Feng.

Wu Feng stood up, stepped forward with a knife, and slashed it fiercely.

The Mongolian knight, who was difficult to stand up, managed to avoid the first knife with difficulty, but he couldn't avoid the second knife, and was cut by Wu Feng's divine power, and his head and body were almost separated.

"Centurion!"

The knights of the Mongolian army were shocked, and some people exclaimed loudly, and they rode their horses one after another, heading straight for Wu Feng. Wu Feng threw away the long knife, picked up the shield and spear, rolled one by one, dodged the impact of a Mongolian knight, picked up the barrel of the gun, and smashed one of the hind legs of the war horse.

The war horse fell, and before the Mongolian army could stand up, Wu Feng stepped forward and stabbed him in the heart with a shot.

Wu Feng had just pulled out his spear, a Mongolian knight rode by, the snow knife in his hand was raised, Wu Feng was sweating, almost weak, with all his strength on the side of his body, the war knife passed by his head, and Wu Feng's accidentally raised left arm.

The sharp pain in his left arm came, and Wu Feng almost fainted, swaying and falling to the ground.

"All of them!"

A few earth-shattering thunderbolts flew over, and the swarming Mongolian cavalry fell several horses, and the rest were terrified, seeing that the Song army seemed to be about to throw bombs again, they fled one after another.

The earth-shattering thunder is too lethal, the flesh and blood of the person who touches it are blurred, the intestines are broken, the death is extremely terrifying, and the wounds are even more miserable. Frightened and suspicious, the Mongol army regrouped and began to slowly surround it again.

Wu Feng was dragged back to the Song army's array, the wound was bleeding profusely, his left forearm had long been missing, and the person had fainted.

"Medic!"

The sergeant was anxious and cried out.

Wu Feng has a bold personality and is quite popular with the military. When the sergeants saw that he was unconscious and had lost his left arm, everyone wept.

The medical officer braved the rain of arrows and stepped forward, frightened, and treated Wu Feng's wounds.

With Wu Feng's injury, even if he can save his life, he is seriously injured and disabled, and he can't go to the battlefield.

Around the remnants of the Song army, the light cavalry of the Mongolian army began to release arrows in a circle, killing and injuring the Song army with a rain of arrows. Ma Zhongbu and the Mongolian cavalry rushed into battle, making them mistakenly think that the Song army was exhausted in firearms, and rushed forward to kill, but instead killed and wounded hundreds of horsemen.

These cunning and difficult southerners, until the last moment, really can't guess their scheming and their true strength.

Anyway, the Song army has no war horses, so it is impossible to escape, since they are stubbornly resisting, then slowly fight a protracted war, slowly consume them, and by the way, they can surround the point and send reinforcements.