The warm sun was hanging high, the world was gloomy, and the commander of the Mongolian army, Torre, stood on a hill, watching the tragic battle in front of him, secretly frightened.

The sound of artillery is fierce, the earth-shattering thunder explosions come and go, the arrows are like flying locusts, the Mongolian warriors storm and rain impact, several times and the Song army large array contact, both sides are killed and wounded, a few hours have passed, but the Mongolian army has never broken through the line of fire of the Song army.

The Mongolian iron cavalry has been dominating the world for decades, and the battle in front of them is a bitter battle that has never been fought before.

After the battle, the camp was full of wounded soldiers, not to mention thousands. As for the warriors who died on the battlefield, not to mention.

These days have passed, the Han army has almost lost everything, and the cavalry has also suffered more than 10,000 casualties.

"Report! Marshal, the Song army came from the west, and there were 100,000 people! ”

Torre was considering whether to send reinforcements and break through the Song army's defense line in one fell swoop, and the rear army rangers came to report, which surprised Torrey, Subutai and others.

"Where's the Zhu'er? What about his army? ”

Su Butai asked urgently.

"The firearms of the Song army were so fierce that they were killed in battle, and less than 2,000 people were withdrawn. The rest, I'm afraid, are ......"

The sergeant cautiously reported it, and Torre and the others were all ugly.

"Press Zhu Er, this guy, alas, ......"

Kuoduan hated.

Most of the Han army was killed, and with the loss in Xingyuan Mansion, the Han army of 20,000 people had already lost 15,600. Counting the 8,000 cavalry lost according to Zhu's division, the Mongolian army's loss of cavalry was close to 20,000.

The 70,000 troops on the Mongolian West Road have been folded by nearly 40,000!

"Marshal, the 100,000 Song army is menacing, and we must break through the Song army's defense line in front of you!"

Liu Heima couldn't help but persuade.

"Marshal, you still need a soldier to snipe the Song army reinforcements. Otherwise, the Song army will be attacked from both sides, and our army will be wiped out. Let me go! ”

Subutai immediately stepped forward to ask for an order.

"Marshal, I'm going to stop the Song army!"

Kuoduan, the second son of the Mongol Great Khan's Wokotai, watched the Mongolian knights suffer from death and wounds, and the corpses piled up into small mountains, and fire was about to burst out in his eyes.

"Timur, you guys, follow me!"

The 100,000 Song army behind is coming, and if the passage to the east cannot be opened, tens of thousands of troops will probably suffer a catastrophe.

"The king... Son, Song Jun can have... One hundred thousand! ”

Timur stuttered a little.

The three-way Song army is coming, 100,000 people, outnumbered, 5,000 Mongolian army knights, isn't this a moth to the fire?

"Scared? You are all warriors of my Mongolian country, and if you don't stop the Song army behind, it will be difficult for our army to break through the encirclement of the Song army. Follow me! ”

Kuduan roared, turned the horse's head, and beat the horse backwards. Timur and other generals did not dare to stop it, and hurried to follow. Kuoduan is the prince of Mongolia, and they are all the noble sons of the territory of Kuoduan, where they dare not listen to Kuoduan's military orders.

Broadend rallied his troops and walked back, and Torre watched Broadend lead his army away, his brow furrowed, and he didn't stop it.

"Quickly do not command the left army, I will command the right army, the whole army will attack, and break through the defense line of the Song army!"

Looking at the battle scene to the east, Torre's eyes became hideous, and he shouted military orders.

The 100,000 Song army is coming, and if it can't break through, it will be really a catastrophe.

Kuoduan led his troops to run out for more than ten miles, the smoke and dust were billowing on the opposite side, and the Song army came in a large array, covering the mountains and fields, and the sight was full of people and horses.

"Warriors, kill Song Dog with me!"

The broad-end saber pointed obliquely forward, the legs clamped the horse's belly, the war horse under the crotch neighed, galloped forward, and went straight to the Song army's big array, and the five thousand Mongolian knights followed closely behind the broad-end.

Although they knew that they might die a lifetime, it was not known that the Mongol warriors were brave and fearless, and they might have died in the future.

The earth-shattering sound of artillery and explosions in the east came, and the generals of the Song army who rushed from Xingyuan Mansion were all relieved.

"Wang Jian, this guy is really hard enough!"

Lu Yuanting's eyes lit up, and his face was full of impatience.

"General, it's finally time for this big battle!"

Wang Shixin is also radiant, as if he is a teenager younger.

Torre led the Mongol army south, Wang Shixin and Lu Yuanting went south to command the troops in Chuzhou, and everyone didn't want to miss the battle.

"Cao Erxiong, you command the artillery, Wang Shixin leads the cavalry, and Lu Yuanting infantry. Brothers, cheer me up. Your Majesty is watching from behind! ”

Lu Wende said solemnly and moved forward.

Yu Jue just stole the limelight, and the highlight was to be solved by the Lizhou West Road army. Whether it is Jiang Wanzai's department or Yu Jue's department, they are just foils.

"General, the Tatar army is heading straight for our army, it seems that it is to intercept our army and let the Mongol army in the east break through!"

The scout returned, and everyone was in good spirits, and Lu Wende immediately ordered to go down.

"Prepare for battle! Defeat the Tatar army as soon as possible and march east as soon as possible! ”

The Mongol cavalry wanted to snipe the Song army and help its army speed up the breakthrough, and the Yangzhou defense line was in danger.

Ten thousand hooves galloping, smoke and dust rolling, iron hooves rumbling, shaking the ground trembling, thrilling, five thousand Mongolian iron horsemen rushed towards the Song army's array, shouting wildly, without hesitation.

Broad end mixed in the Mongol cavalry, all the cavalry widened the distance between them, covering the entire field, they were getting closer and closer to the Song army's main array, and most of the Mongolian knights were concentrated in the middle of the Lu Wende department.

The artillery fire was fierce, the iron cavalry was vertical and horizontal, and the galloping Mongolian knights fell off their horses one by one, hiding behind the horse's head at the broad end, urging the horse forward, and there were cavalrymen on his back and left and right, and the dust was flying, and the blood was splashed all over the broad end of the horses, and even made him have to close his eyes, and his ears were filled with screams and the sorrowful screams of the war horses.

There was another scream, the sound was familiar, and when he opened his eyes, Timur's man had disappeared.

The large array of the Song army is in front of him, forty or fifty steps, and within a few steps, it seems that he is about to break through the large array of the Song army.

Dense shotguns suddenly rang out, and the wind and rain spurted into the Mongolian cavalry formation, covering almost the entire Mongolian cavalry formation, and pieces of Mongolian knights and horses were knocked to the ground. The Mongolian knights in the back kept keeping up, and they were constantly knocked down, and the people turned on their backs, wave after wave.

The shotguns tore through the air, flying wantonly in the Mongolian cavalry array, and the iron pellets raged, causing the Mongolian knights to shoot bloody arrows, and the Mongolian knights moved forward in batches, and the batches were drowned by artillery fire.

The feather arrows soared into the air, densely packed, and went straight to the Song army's large array. At the same time, in the large array of the Song army, arrows were like flying locusts, and they also shot at the Mongolian army's cavalry array. Arrows from both sides intertwined in the air, obscuring the sky and the sun, and almost at the same time, both sides fell down in wailing.

The gunners were violent, the shotguns were continuous, coupled with the earth-shattering thunder bombardment, there were constantly Mongolian knights and men and horses falling down, and the violent explosion made the Mongolian knights' horses frightened, and they rampaged in the Mongolian cavalry formation, knocking over several horses around, and there was a riot in the Mongolian cavalry formation.

"Kill Song Dog!"

The broad end frantically clamped the horse's belly, and at the same time desperately released arrows, wanting to shoot and wound the Song army, and rushed into the Song army's large array.

He was in the middle and rear of the army, and he had already rushed to the front of the cavalry, which also indicated that at least more than half of the Mongolian knights had been killed.

At this moment, he just wanted to rush into the Song army's big array and sacrifice his life to kill.

Hanging up the horned bow, he drew his saber again, and struck the horse forward desperately, sweating profusely, running desperately, making the final sprint. Suddenly, as if the horse had stumbled over a rope, he fell to the ground and threw Kuduan off his horse.

Broadend was dizzy from the fall, and he didn't get up for half a day. When he regained consciousness, he felt a huge pain in his left hand, and when he turned his head, Kuoduan couldn't help but cry out in shock.

It turned out that his left hand was beaten with bloody flesh and blood, except for the thumb, the other four fingers were beaten to the white bones, and the broken fingers and palms were only connected by some bloody skin.

"Prince!"

The Mongolian knights chased after him from behind, trying to save Kuoduan, but they were constantly hit by the surging rain of bullets, flesh and blood flew sideways, blood arrows soared, and the corpses of men and horses continued to pile up and become taller, and blood stained the ground red.

Finally, a Mongolian knight broke through the rain of bullets and rushed to Kuoduan's side. They dragged Kuduan to the back of the pile of corpses and bandaged them, and begged on their knees.

"Prince, let's go to charge the Song army's big array, you quickly retreat!"

"Prince, let's go and charge, you quickly retreat!"

"Get out of the way! Charge with me! ”

Kuduan pushed away the knights, reluctantly got on the war horse with one hand, and hit the horse forward. The knights had no choice, so they followed closely, and luckily broke through the rain of bullets of the Song army and collided with the gun array in front of the Song army's big array.

Several war horses collided with the bright spear heads, and the war horses were drenched in blood, neighing and falling to the ground. Broadend struggled to cross the gap with his horse, and with a knife, he cut down a panicked Song soldier, followed by a person who knocked over a person, and entered the Song army's large array.

Not far in front of him, it seemed to be the artillery position of the Song army, and the panic on the faces of the Song gunners was clearly visible.

The broad end of the horse went straight to the Song artillery position, he rampaged, several Song soldiers held spears, left and right rushed out, one spear pierced the wide end, one hook sickle hooked the horse's legs, pulled hard.

The war horse was already exhausted, and under the severe pain in his leg bones, he fell to the ground with a wail. The broad end flashed the Song soldier's spear, and he jumped off the horse, hurting his hand and touching the ground, and the pain was unbearable. As soon as he got up, two more Song soldiers arrived, spears stabbed. Broadend retreated again and again, not beware of a sharp sweep of an iron rod behind him, smashing heavily on Broadend's back. A mouthful of blood spurted out of the wide port, staggering, and falling to the ground.

After a rush, Kuoduan was already exhausted, and his left hand was injured again, and this heavy blow directly killed him.

Lying on the ground with blood-red eyes, two Song soldiers stepped forward with spears in their hands, one left and one right, stabbing Broadend.

On the battlefield, there is no mercy at all, and at a glance it is the general of the Mongolian army, and the two Song soldiers want to make meritorious contributions, so they are ruthless. Broadend watched as the spear stabbed into his chest and armpit, but he didn't have the strength to dodge.

The spear was drawn, and the blood gushed like a spring, and the broad end was covered in blood, and his eyes were unwilling, trying to say a word.

"Kill...... Song ......"

"Die without repentance! Die early and be born early, and be a good person in the next life! ”

Lu Yuanting came up with an iron rod and sneered.

If you want to move troops against the Great Song Dynasty, do you still think it is the previous Great Song Dynasty?

Looking at the wide end again, his eyes were wide open, and he was no longer alive.

Broadend was killed in the battle, most of the Mongolian cavalry were killed and wounded, and the remaining Mongolian cavalry was leaderless, and the charge was unfavorable, so they turned their horses and retreated.

The artillery fire of the Song army was too fierce and ferocious, and it seemed impossible to break through the Song army's main array.

Don't forget that the three armies of the Song army, they only attacked the central army, and the other two Song armies have not yet moved. If the three armies attack together, there is a possibility of victory.

The artillery of the Song army continued, the retreating Mongolian cavalry continued to fall off their horses, and the Mongolian cavalry that escaped was sparse, and they sacrificed their lives to flee all the way to the east.

Finally, the sound of artillery and shouts of killing disappeared, and the battlefield was quiet again, leaving only the corpses of men and horses, countless stumps and broken bodies, and blood all over the ground, the wounded horses were screaming, and the wounded were moaning and screaming in pools of blood......

"Leave the C battalion to clean up the battlefield, and the other departments continue to move forward to reinforce the Yangzhou defense line!"

Lu Wende did not dare to slack off, and quickly issued a military order.

It's just a small battle, and a bigger battle is yet to come.