After fierce charging and killing again and again, the cavalry of the Song army around him became less and less, Ma Zhong was covered in blood, his wounds were painful, and the spear in his hand could barely be lifted.

The Mongolian cavalry was numerous, coupled with their skilled equestrian skills and tacit understanding, one by one the Song cavalry were killed under the horse, and soon became the soul of the sword.

"Go down!"

Ma Zhong stabbed a Mongolian cavalryman with a shot, accidentally pulling the wound under his ribs, and the pain was so painful that he almost screamed.

Two ropes were thrown at him, one around his neck and the other on his back, but in vain. The Mongolian cavalry that wrapped his neck galloped wildly, trying to drag Ma Zhong off the horse, Ma Zhong was born with divine power, and pulled the rope hard, but dragged the Mongolian cavalry down by himself.

"Die!"

Ma Zhong hit his horse to catch up, and a shot pierced the throat of the Mongolian cavalry on the ground, and at the same time received an arrow in his back, but failed to break the armor.

"General!"

The neighing sound, Ma Zhong looked up, and saw that Ma Yi had been hit by several arrows in his body, and his whole body was shot like a hedgehog, kneeling on the ground, covered in blood, and supporting his body with a knife.

"Horse Wing!"

Ma Zhong's eyes were red, and he cried out out in a lost voice.

The three fierce generals of the Northwest Frontier Army killed two people in half a day, and it seems that he will die immediately.

On the battlefield, you live or die, and there is no morality to talk about. It seems that the few dozens of brothers around him who are fighting hard are going to sacrifice their lives for the country.

"Kill!"

Ma Zhong was very sad and angry, rode up, the round shield of his left arm covered the horse's head, rushed forward, and knocked over the Mongolian cavalry on the opposite horse with a shot, and the war horse was also stabbed by a Mongolian knight, the war horse was in pain, and in the sorrow, he was thrown off the horse.

Ma Zhong turned over on the ground, poked his spear violently, and stabbed the Mongolian cavalry in the neck, and then stepped forward and shot fiercely, piercing the chest of the fallen Mongolian knight.

He hurried to Ma Yi's side, only to find that Ma Yi's head was hanging down, and he was already out of breath.

Ma Zhong didn't have time to grieve, and after another roll, the shield was full of arrows. He picked up a horned bow on the ground, stretched out his bow and set up arrows, and fired a series of arrows, and two Mongolian cavalrymen were shot off their horses.

At the same time, Ma Zhong was hit by an arrow in the calf, which hurt his heart and caused him to fall to the ground.

Looking at the battlefield again, there are only a dozen cavalry members left in the Song army, and the Mongolian cavalry is doing the final decisive battle.

"Come on! Kill! ”

Ma Zhong pulled out the feather arrow from his leg, picked up the spear on the ground, and stood up in pain.

Seeing the mongol cavalry slowly beating horses around him and looking hideous, Ma Zhong took out the last earth-shattering thunder on his body and unscrewed the iron cover.

Blue sky and white clouds, green mountains and green waters, buried in the land of his hometown, God treats him well.

On a hilly plateau, in the middle of the Mongolian army, the commander of the thousand commanders, Cha Wuer, observed the fighting on the battlefield, and his brows were furrowed.

I thought that the Jiezhou was broken, but the Song army was just like that, but today, it seems that the Song army still has some combat power.

"Report, the centurion Le Alu was cut off by the Song army, and his body was not snatched back!"

When the Mongolian cavalry came to report, Cha Wuer couldn't help but be surprised.

Lea is a famous warrior in the Mongolian army, with excellent riding and archery bravery, and he has also made great contributions to breaking through the city of Jiezhou. Unexpectedly, a lure attack actually broke off a strong general in the army.

"Let's go and check, how many warriors have been killed or wounded?"

Worried, Chaur cried out.

If there are heavy casualties, the taste of a leather whip that is not fast is not comfortable.

"Chaur, don't ask, more than 400 people have been folded. These Song soldiers have a lot of hard bones! ”

Jebel came on horseback, and blood was still pouring from the wound on his shoulder.

"Jebel, you're injured too!"

Chaur glanced at his subordinates in surprise.

More than 400 people were killed and wounded, and thousands of troops of the Song army were annihilated, which can be regarded as an explanation.

"It's almost time to encircle the point and send reinforcements, or let's withdraw. After killing these Song soldiers, we won't get anything, there's no need. ”

Without looting, Jebe didn't seem interested.

"You know what, you know hunting, stealing things, and playing with women."

Chawur glanced at Jebel angrily, and solemnly explained:

"Lingzhou City, have you forgotten? Grab some firearms and go back, and the fire is not so big. ”

The defenders of Lingzhou were tenacious, the city of Lingzhou was not captured, and Genghis Khan was furious and seriously ill. As one of Genghis Khan's most loyal "four dogs", Subutai also became irritable and irritable because of Genghis Khan's deterioration of his condition.

Once a soldier in the army suffers heavy casualties, it is inevitable that he will be punished quickly, and may even die.

I thought of the tyrannical Subutai, and the gains and losses of Chawuer.

"After such a grind, will the Song army come to reinforce again? Will they be so stupid? ”

The Song army was dying and struggling, the trapped beasts were still fighting, and Jebel was a little uneasy.

"You think I want to delay it for so long, the Song army is powerful, I have to be careful. The firearms of the Song army are almost exhausted, so let the soldiers fight quickly. ”

Chawur's words were full of helplessness.

Jebe received the order, beat the horse and left, Chawuer's eyes swept the southeast direction, and dozens of Mongolian army rangers galloped wildly, coming towards the Mongolian army's large array.

Chawuer couldn't help but be stunned, if his expectations were good, the reinforcements of the Song army came.

"Report, the Song army from Chuzhou came to the rescue, there are about 3,000 people, and they will arrive soon!"

The Mongolian army scouts came to report, and the Mongolian generals were all smiling. When the Song army came to help, it was just right to surround the point and send reinforcements, and fight happily

"Chawuer, destroy the Song army, call Shangzhenhai, and go to break the city of Chuzhou by the way, it is much richer than Jiezhou City!"

"That's great! When the time comes, we will loot and burn the city with a fire, and kill all those southerners! ”

"Chaur, if you break the city of Chuzhou, not to mention the woman's property, maybe you can even seize some firearms. Subutai will definitely be happy when the time comes! ”

The generals of the Mongolian army shouted one after another.

Fighting in the field with the Mongolian army, the reinforced Song army, where did the courage come from?

Chawur nodded, and suddenly asked:

"Zhenhai went to attack Xihe Prefecture, hasn't he sent someone to report the news?"

"Not yet. Presumably he is happy when he breaks the city, it's too late! ”

A Mongolian general replied with a smile.

Chawur frowned, and was about to reprimand the arrogance of the generals, when someone pointed to the southeast direction and shouted loudly.

"Look, the reinforcements of the Song army have arrived!"

Chaur and the Mongolian generals raised their heads together and looked in the southeast direction.

The dust is flying, the flags are waving, the cavalry of the Song army is outside, the foot soldiers are in the center, the gun carriages are rumbling, the cold light is ironclad, the round iron helmets of all colors, stepping on the step points, the queue is neat, looking left and right looking at the straight lines, coming quickly.

"These southerners, they pretend to be ghosts when they walk, and they have a fart?"

A Mongolian general said something stupid.

"It's all fancy! One will let them know what it means to fight! ”

There are also Mongolian generals who are gearing up and ready to fight.

"Less nonsense! Pass the order down and get ready for battle! ”

Taugur no longer hesitated, and immediately passed down the military order.

These Song troops were neatly arranged, and the sergeants were dark and strong, and they didn't seem to be idle people.

In the large array of the Song army, Cao Youwen picked up the clairvoyant mirror and looked at it, in the remnants of the Song army on the hill, hundreds of Song soldiers were struggling to hold on, and some people were constantly shot over by the Mongolian cavalry. The cavalry of the Song army who fought with the Mongolian army were only a few people.

"Artillery, reload, aim at the Tatar cavalry who are fighting!"

Cao You didn't have time to think about it, so he shouted loudly.

Of the thousands of troops, only a few hundred remained, and almost all of them were wiped out.

"General, if you get closer, the lethality will be even greater!"

Wang Jian whispered and persuaded him.

Seeing that the Mongolian army was about to move, it was about to catch up. At this time, the lethality of the cannon will be greatly reduced.

"Closer, all the brothers are dead! Enforce military orders! ”

Cao Youwen did not hesitate and resolutely gave a military order.

This invasion battle, full of mistakes and huge costs, made him really angry, and he was also amazed by the mobile killing of the Mongol cavalry.

"General cannon, reload ammunition!"

Wang Jian shouted loudly, shook his head and secretly shouted pity.

Artillery was fired in more than two miles, and small cannons and sky-shaking thunder were not used, and these Mongolian troops were cheapened in vain.

"Puffy Puff!"

The earth-shattering sound of artillery continued, and countless solid iron balls tore through the air and fell into the battle formation of the Mongolian cavalry. The iron ball was ejected on the ground, destroying the withering and decaying, and where it passed, people turned over on their backs, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the screams of the mad people came and went, and one by one the Mongolian cavalry dismounted, and the Mongolian cavalry array was in chaos.

The sound of artillery continued, more solid iron balls rushed to the face, and countless Mongolian cavalry planted their horses, the flesh and blood of men and horses were blurred, and they fell all over the ground.

Hundreds of Mongolian cavalry had already arrived at Wufeng's remnants of the Song army twenty or thirty paces ahead, the earth-shattering sound of artillery continued to sound, they were stunned, turned their horses' heads, and went westward, and soon broke away from the remnants of the Song army.

On the battlefield, Ma Zhong and the remnants of more than ten Song cavalry were also ignorant. The Mongolian cavalry that fought with them left the battlefield one after another and looked back.

"It's our rescuer!"

Some Song cavalry shouted loudly, and then fell from their horses and fell to the ground, panting violently.

For the rest of his life after the catastrophe, Ma Zhong also breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately ignited the fire fold and ignited the earth-shattering thunder in his hand.

"Brothers, blow up these shit!"

The remnants of the Song army pulled out the earth-shattering thunder one after another, ignited it and threw it out.

The sound of explosions sounded one after another, and the troops helped Ma Zhong to get on his horse, and Ma Zhong shouted loudly.

"Get out of here quickly, lest you be injured by mistake!"

Ma Zhong and the others galloped wildly and quickly fled the battlefield. Everyone looked around, only to see the direction of Chuzhou in the east, the flag was waving in the wind, and in the smoke, the word "Song" on some flags could still be clearly seen.

"Reinforcements have finally arrived!"

Ma Zhong was exhausted and lay on the back of the horse, but his heart was heavy.

This young Shangguan is brave and fearless, but his thousands of brothers are gone, how can he explain to the Shangguan?

There are more than two miles, above the artillery wagon of the Song army, the smoke of gunpowder is filled, and in the earth-shattering artillery sound, countless black dots are flying all over the sky, drawing arcs, or directly hitting the Mongolian cavalry, or jumping and flying on the solid ground in the northwest, and rushing into the battle formation of the Mongolian cavalry.

The Mongolian cavalry was in a mess, and some Mongolian cavalry wanted to shoot in a circle, but they were shrouded by the more fierce artillery fire of the Song army, like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, and the rest of the souls were scattered, and fled to the northwest.

The horn sounded continuously, and all the Mongolian cavalry turned their horses, withdrew from the battlefield, and fled with their lives in all directions.

This is not the first time they have seen the power of firearms.