Su Butai's face was gloomy, and Tabujier couldn't help but say loudly.

"Hurry up, withdraw your troops. Without an hour or two, I am afraid that I will not be able to attack the mountain. ”

"Hurry up, withdraw the troops, it's too late if you don't leave."

Tari resisted the impatience in his heart and patiently persuaded him.

In the west direction, the muffled thunder of "Peng Pengpeng" sounded, after the Song army cavalry formation, the sound of artillery was earth-shattering, and countless iron balls crossed the head of the Song army's cavalry formation, flew into the Mongolian army's cavalry formation, rampaged, and when they were invincible, it was immediately a bloody and bloody tragedy.

The eager eyes of the Mongolian generals were cast on Subutai.

The right flank position of the Song army in front of him was difficult to capture for a while, and if it was delayed here, I was afraid that it would be engulfed by the cavalry and artillery fire of the Song army.

The Mongolian iron cavalry, which dominated the world, seemed to have lost the courage to rush and kill the Song army.

Subutai looked at the Song army rolling in the west, and then looked at the mountains in the north, his eyes were painful.

"Withdraw your troops!"

Finally, Subutai issued the military order to retreat.

A decisive battle of more than 100,000 people, was it defeated like this?

"Blow the horn! Mingjin retreats! ”

Tari immediately passed down the military order, the Mongolian sergeant couldn't wait to blow the horn, quickly got on the war horse, beat the horse and went straight to the north, Tari and other Mongolian generals followed, the first to go north.

Chaur glanced at the camp and shook his head helplessly. The military situation was like fire, and the two or three thousand seriously wounded Mongolian soldiers could only be abandoned.

The Mongol army abandoned the battlefield and headed north like a tide, and the Song army on the Yangzhou defense line let out a heaven-shattering cheer. Wang Jian was sweating, Cao Shixiong was relieved, and Cao Youwan, who led the cavalry back, was covered in blood with his horses, as if they had been washed by blood, and just entered the big formation, he fell off his horse.

"Medic!"

Wang Jian was shocked and shouted loudly.

"What's the call? All the iron ball shotguns, all of them are shot! ”

Cao Shixiong shouted loudly, and the Song soldiers began to command the gunners, reload the ammunition, and shoot out all the remaining shells.

Looking at Cao Youwan again, after drinking a few sips of water, it seemed that he had recovered a little, the soldiers disarmed Cao Youwan, and the medical officer began to check the injury, looking at the medical officer's expression, talking and laughing, Cao Youwan seemed to be fine.

Cao Shixiong relieved himself and commanded the gunners to fire.

On the Yangzhou defense line, the large and small artillery fired together, echoing with the reinforcements from the west, thousands of artillery pieces bombarded indiscriminately, the east and west sides were filled with gunsmoke, iron balls and iron pellets were flying, and the Mongolian army that was retreating to the north in the middle was constantly surrounded by Mongolian knights.

A solid iron ball flew screaming in front of Subutai, making him frightened at the same time, it smashed on the head of the Mongolian knight in front of him, the knight's head was cracked like a watermelon, and the blood and water in the brain were flying, and he fell off the horse with a bang.

In the sound of artillery, another solid iron ball galloped forward, smashing the leg bone of a war horse, the war horse fell to the ground with a sad roar, overturning the knight on the horse, and another solid iron ball galloped and jumped, just hitting the leg of the Mongolian army on the ground, the calf was broken, the white bones were forested, and the knight let out a earth-shattering howl.

Su Butai's face was pale, and he was riding fast, but his eyes couldn't help but look back.

He withdrew his troops from the north and retreated at the front of the army, far away from the Song army, so he was attacked by the solid iron ball of the Song army. Torre's troops were in the southernmost part, charging with the Song cavalry, retreating northward, dragging behind the withdrawn troops.

The Song artillery is so ferocious, will Torre be able to escape?

In the middle of watching, the Torre Department rushed to the north, like overcoming thorns, and there were 100 troops and 1,000 troops to attack the Song army on both sides of the large array, so as to divert the Song army's artillery fire and cover the withdrawal of the Torre Department.

A group of Mongolian cavalry did not hesitate to attack the reinforcements of the Song army's western front, and the leading general held a saber and took the lead, looking particularly brave and familiar.

"Mondu!"

Tari couldn't help it and shouted out in a lost voice.

Mondu, the adopted son of the late Great Khan Temujin, was a taciturn and brave warrior. At this moment, Meng Du made a rush with no return, can he get away with it?

"Warriors, kill Song Dog!"

The iron horses were galloping, dusty, earth-shattering, and two Mongolian army thousand-man teams came in a storm, and they all shouted wildly and fearlessly.

This may be their last battle, and only by rushing through the artillery fire of the Song army may the Mongol army have a chance to escape.

"Change the shotgun!"

It was Lu Wende's ministry that was attacked by the Mengdu Ministry, and Lu Wende's roar sounded at the right time.

The muzzle of the gun was leveled, the medicine bag was stuffed into the chamber, and the gun was loaded into the chamber, and the gunners of the Song army completed the loading of ammunition in a short time, and the muzzle of the cannon was faint, aiming at the Mongolian cavalry rolling in front.

The Mongol cavalry came in like a tide, and the Mongol knights brandished their sabers, and many of them drew their bows and arrows, and soon entered the range of a mile.

Lu Wende's face was pale, and he nodded lightly, and the red flag in Cao Erxiong's hand couldn't wait to wave it.

"Fire!"

Cao Erxiong's roar sounded, and 100 sub-mother cannons fired together, a large stream of smoke erupted, and iron pellets erupted from the sky, screaming and roaring, and smashing their heads and faces into the rushing Mongolian cavalry.

People turned on their backs, blood arrows shot from their horses, countless knights were tripped over, countless knights were thrown under their horses, and they were shrouded in smoke and dust.

The sound of artillery continued, endlessly, large and medium-sized sub-mother guns fired six rounds in a row, the Mongolian cavalry array rushing forward was much sparse, the number of knights was sharply reduced, and the feathered arrows were scarce, but they still rushed forward fearlessly.

Lu Wende shook his head, surprised by the bloody bravery and fearlessness of the Mongolian knights, and shouted loudly.

"Ready!"

On the battlefield, there is no mercy. The Mongol army was the dominant side, and it would not show any mercy to the Song army.

Meng Du luckily avoided the artillery fire of the Song army, and looked around, sparsely lala, there were not many warriors left.

"Kill Song Dog!"

Meng Du slammed the horse's belly, fearless, urged the horse forward, and went straight to the Song army's array.

Countless earth-shattering thunderbolts were thrown out, pillars of smoke were rolling, dust was flying, the war horse under Mengdu's crotch screamed, and it collapsed violently, and Mengdu fell from his horse, covered with blood and flesh, and motionless.

In front of the Song army, the sound of thunder explosions and artillery was endless, and the corpses and wounded were piled up into a hill, even if there were Mongolian knights who broke through the line of fire, because the number was too small to form a system, they were hooked off their horses one by one by the Song army, and they were bloodily slashed and killed.

Su Butai, who was watching the battle from afar, sighed, turned his head, and struck his horse forward.

An army of 70,000 soldiers, elite soldiers and strong generals, was wiped out in this way.

"Subutai, the cavalry of the Song army has caught up!"

Tari looked at West and shouted.

Everyone was shocked, and when they looked back, the cavalry of the Song army bypassed the large array of the Song army and went straight to the Subutai department in the north.

"Song Jun, how can there be so many cavalry?"

Tari's eyes widened.

There were so many cavalry, to say the least, six or seven thousand horsemen.

"Subutai, I'll stop the Song army. Otherwise, no one will be able to leave! ”

Chaur asked for orders, and couldn't wait.

These Song cavalry would not only prevent the Mongol army from retreating northward, but also potentially block the western passage, leaving the Mongol army only north.

Subutai didn't speak, just nodded, and Chawuer ordered all the people and horses, and left one after another.

The plank road is narrow, thousands of troops and horses are crowded, and when the time comes, it will be caught up by the Song army, but I am afraid that it will be a robbery.

"Chawur ......"

Quickly and the horse moved forward, and Tari sighed.

Can Chagur come back?

"Let's go, Chavur won't come back. Live well, his family is still under your care. ”

Su Bu didn't say a word, Tari didn't dare to stop, and followed closely.

"Warriors! Kill Song Dog! ”

Cha Wuer drew his sword and pointed obliquely, took the lead, shouted loudly, and led two thousand Mongolian cavalry to crash straight into the chasing Song cavalry array.

"Kill Song Dog!"

There was no return, and the two thousand Mongolian knights shouted wildly, and everyone urged their horses to go straight to the huge Song army cavalry.

"Brothers, kill!"

In the cavalry formation of the Song army, Meng Heng also drew his sword and roared, urging the horse forward.

One or two thousand cavalry, dare to attack the Song army's seven thousand cavalry, the lethality is not great, and it is full of insults.

The soldiers of the Song army urged the war horses forward, murderous, their formation was strict, the fine armor and steel helmets, and the cold current of steel made people palpitate. The iron hooves of both sides are rolling, and they are both fighting spirits, and they go straight to each other.

The two sides approached quickly, and soon they were a hundred paces closer, and the crossbow arrows and feathered arrows took off into the air, obscuring the sky and the sun, and on the way to the approach, many people on both sides fell off their horses and drowned in smoke and dust. Feather arrows flew in the sky, and the two sides of the cavalry collided fiercely under the sky, and in an instant, people turned over on their backs, and countless people fell off their horses.

After the two sides rushed into battle, the stumps and severed limbs, human organs, wounded horses and remnants of soldiers in one place were extremely bloody.

"Assemble!"

Covered in blood and unable to breathe, the Chagurs regrouped their men and horses for the next charge.

Violent artillery rang out, and the Mongolian cavalry that had just assembled was knocked off their horses. It turned out that the Mongol army retreated northward, and the Song army's artillery trucks also caught up.

"Charge!"

Chawur no longer hesitated, and led the Mongolian knights to beat their horses forward for the next desperate battle. The two sides collided again, and the Mongol army was under the impact of the superior strength of the Song army and the tight cavalry formation, and few people came out of the formation.

"Onward!"

Meng Hui led the army to the north, and the remnants of the Mongolian army such as Chawuer were constantly knocked over and cut down, and were soon drowned in the rumbling cavalry torrent of the Song army.

The Mongolian army retreating north sacrificed their lives to kill, and the Song army was frantically entangled, and finally grabbed a way out for Torre's department, and several thousand-strong teams escorted Torrey and went straight to the plank road.

The Mongolian cavalry fought desperately on their horses, moving forward with their heads down, and the bitter battles on both sides, they didn't care, they just protected Torre and fled north.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Your Majesty! ”

Suddenly, in the large array of the Song army in the west, an earth-shattering shout sounded, and the Song army on the Yangzhou defense line in the east was also thunderous, and the voices of the army were hoarse, as if the sky was falling.

In the Mongolian cavalry formation, the Mongolian soldiers were all frightened, and Torre, who was riding forward, couldn't help but turn his head to look west.

Under the cheers of the Song army, a Song man in a Confucian scarf and a green shirt sat on a horse, with a long sword hanging from his waist, his eyes were bright, gentle and kind.

"Emperor Song!"

Torre's eyes were cold, he turned his head away, looked at it for a moment, and then urged his horse north, not looking back.

This battle, in any case, he was defeated.

"Emperor Song! This dog thief is really ......"

Liu Heima was stunned, but also dizzy.

The Song Emperor was so loved by the soldiers of the Song Army, it can be said that he was destined to return. The Song people had such a king, and the future of Mongolia was worrisome.

"Emperor Song! Sure enough, splendid China can produce such romantic characters! ”

Li Changguo saw it really and subconsciously said.

I knew that the Song people had such a tough emperor and such a strong soldier, and I borrowed a bullshit!

Li Changguo turned his head and moved forward listlessly.

Seeing the Song Emperor Zhao Hong in the Song army's array, Ta Bujier was furious and shouted loudly:

"Warriors, follow me to kill the Song Emperor's Dog Emperor!"

Tabujir was about to turn his horse's head, but was pulled by Tari on the side.

"The Song army is strong and morale is strong, can you rush over?"

Ta Bujier was stunned for a moment, and looked at the Song army's large array, with countless artillery carts, and thousands of horsemen pursued and moved forward.

He looked at the Subutai at the front of the army, did not look back, ignored the crazy shouts of the Song army, and did not bother to look at the battle of thousands of troops and horses behind him.

On the battlefield, flesh and blood were flying, bloody wind and rain, in the reinforcements on the western road, under the big Xu, Zhao Hong looked at the scene of the ten thousand troops rushing to kill, and secretly shook his head.

The Mongol cavalry suffered numerous casualties, but they still desperately held back the Song army, trying to find a way out for their commander Torre. Regardless of casualties, wave after wave, they did not hesitate.

In the large array of the Song army, Zhao Hong watched the groups of Mongolian troops fall off their horses, not afraid of casualties, and shook his head gently.

The purpose of war is to kill, not to kill someone. Without the Mongol soldiers, Torre was not Torre. The Mongolian army's tactics of adding fuel only made them suffer more casualties.

This national war, which is enough to go down in history, has ended.