This heavy cavalry regiment abandoned the Mongol horses and adopted unusually tall black horses, and the riders were wrapped in leather armor and horse armor, which were dipped in water in the river, and became more tenacious. The whole regiment www.biquge.info only about 300 horsemen, and the speed of movement is not fast, but in the face of the infantry, it can be described as overwhelming.

The Great Song archers who stayed in the Chinese army took the lead in turning to the heavy cavalry, but unfortunately, ninety percent of the arrows only left a white spot on the horse armor, and one percent barely nailed in, and it was not as important as the point. The sword and shield men in the front row had been forced to rush into close combat, and the Mongol heavy cavalry, abandoning the spear sprinting style of the European knights, wore the iron thistle mace captured from the Golden Cavalry. This thing is similar to the one used by the infantry of the Wolf Tooth Army in the Battle of Qingcheng Desperate Valley, but the handle has grown by nearly six feet, and it has become a large killing weapon that can be smashed near and stabbed from afar. Neither a completely blunt nor a completely sharp weapon, both.

Before entering the range of Song Jun's machete, the mace smashed down, and the Song army couldn't dodge, raising his shield to meet him, either being dragged back by the wolf's fangs and hooking away, or even smashing people with shields into meat patties. didn't die for a while, and then was hit and trampled by the rushing war horse, and he couldn't live for a few more seconds. It was an out-and-out one-sided massacre.

The spearmen of the Song army, who were pursuing the light cavalry, found out about the miserable situation of the Chinese army, and wanted to come back to save it, but it was too late, so they simply continued to pursue. The black horse of the entangled general finally caught up with a Mongolian light horseman, and stabbed out the iron gun in his hand, the other party turned around to dodge, and the tip of the spear cut a half-foot-long gap in the waist, and with the collapse of the crotch of the waist guard, a kidney was picked out. The rider, who was also a man, did not snort, threw his short bow against his face, turned his horse's head, drew a carved feather from the quiver, grasped the three inches close to the arrow cluster, shook the stirrup violently, rose from his horse, and threw himself straight in front of the general's horse, raised his arm, and plunged the arrow cluster into his shoulder. Then smashed to the ground from the air, was stepped on by the dark horse, and said goodbye to the battlefield!

Fortunately, the head wrapper reacted quickly and shrunk his neck, otherwise there was a good chance that the arrow would have been inserted into the carotid artery. He didn't pull out the arrow, but continued to urge the dark horse to chase after the next target. Among the Song army, only a dozen school officers owned war horses. The others ran out of breath and gradually slowed down. I had the intention to return to the Chinese army to help, but I saw from a distance that the three hundred Mongolian heavy horsemen were plowing back and forth between the Great Song Dynasty's 1,000 sword shield men and archers, and they had already lost the value of rescue, and they suddenly lost their courage.

The two teams of Mongolian light cavalry formed the first meeting in the rear of the Song army's camp, and the general who was in pursuit of him suddenly found himself chasing from the tail to facing the enemy head-on, and it was a pair of two hundred. It was too late to turn around, so he could only hit it head-on, and he exerted all his strength to dance a big iron spear into a spear flower, and swept and picked it up, killing two riders in anger. The third rider drew his scimitar and slashed at his horse, slamming the blade open, a deep notch in the barrel of the gun. The two horses were staggered, about to break away from each other, he leaned over and turned over like a python, instantly flipped his upper body in waves, and the big gun in his hand was sent out synchronously, deeply piercing three inches under the rider's ribs, straight into the abdominal cavity, all the way unimpeded, and from the opposite side, the blood mist splashed out more than three feet.

The wind swept from behind, and the head of the gun in his hand had not been completely pulled out, so he had to throw the iron gun. Slid sideways into the other side of the horse's belly, narrowly avoiding the attack of a scimitar. Before he could sit up straight, two eagle feathers shot from different directions, nailing him into his lower back and the outside of his left thigh. The general snorted, fell off the horse, one foot was stuck in the stirrup, the black horse galloped all the way, dragged the master on the ground, the arrow shaft on the shoulder was hit and broken, the general refused to accept his fate, pulled out a sword from his waist, curled his belly and slashed at the stirrup leather rope, with a bang, the button ring scattered, and he fell to the ground on his back in response. This time, he slammed the carved feather on the back waist forward, and the arrow cluster burst out of the intestines near the navel. Ignoring it, he struck the nearest light horse's leg with his sword, and with subtle force and swiftness, he struck down a hoof the size of a bowl. The rider had barely shot him in the thigh from close range, and before the bow could be retracted, the horse stumbled and fell down. The taunted general grabbed him by the ankle and dragged him violently under him, plunging his sword straight into his heart.

This series of eagles flying rabbits and wolves rushing to pigs made the head entanglement general almost out of strength and out of breath. Then he rode the Mongolian army under him, straightened up his upper body and took a deep breath on his back - this breath was just half inhaled, and another scimitar and the horse were slashed at speed, and pushed from the back of his neck to the front of his neck! This head wrapped in white cloth flew in the air with the direction of the blade, a big mouth was still desperately inhaling, and his eyes saw the broken neck that was spurting blood from below, full of disbelief, unwillingness, and unyielding, until it slowly fell into the dust rolled up by the horse's hooves......

The 300 heavy cavalry of the Chinese army had slaughtered 1,000 infantry and inflicted less than 40 casualties. They did not go to the flanks to help, but formed a circle in the same place, and all the horses rushed out to let the horses rest for a while.

When Zhang Liao's squad arrived at the battlefield, the Siyou Heixu on the north bank was slowly raised again, the horn sounded, and the Mongolian rear army moved forward, accompanied by the hard bow battalion, and the whole army mounted the horse to start the last round of wading into the river.

This real battlefield of cold weapons makes all traversers shudder. They stood in a narrow pass, their faces bewildered by the re-examination of life, condescending to look down on the blood-soaked riverside, as if all this were illusory images. At this time, they do not realize that they are about to change from indifferent bystanders to cold-blooded participants.

Before he became a monk, he participated in several secret wars, all of which were small-scale sabotage. With the help of the world's top technology, the enemy can be killed thousands of kilometers away, or harvested in silence. But now, even he feels sick.

Huang Erpi was the most sensitive, it sniffed out the throbbing horror in the air, squeaked and roared, curled up in Wen Congxin's neck, like a well-behaved fox fur shawl. Zong Fang has undergone extremely perverted spiritual training, and can barely keep his face from changing. Zhang Liao reacted the most, his Taoism grew rapidly, and his heart was still an ordinary architectural designer. Wen Congxin experienced the Battle of Songhu when he was a child, and he had a deeper feeling for the devastation of life.

The real-time battle situation is that the miscellaneous army of the Southern Song Dynasty has been reduced from 3,400 to more than 800, almost all of which are infantry. The 500 light cavalry of the Mongolian front army was reduced to 380 cavalry, the 270 heavy cavalry of the Chinese army were slightly wounded, and the 200 archers in the middle of the river and 500 light cavalry of the rear army were wading through the water, totaling 1,350 people, all of whom were cavalry.

Under the gloomy darkness, a round-faced boy sat on a yellow horse with a golden saddle, his two slender eyes shining with a cold essence. He looked at the red Tsing Yi River under the horse's belly, and seemed indifferent to the battlefield. While wading through the water surrounded by heavily armored guards, he asked, "Chi Lao Wen, you say, if my father and the third uncle fight head-on, who will win?" A black-bearded general beside him couldn't help frowning, "Don't talk nonsense." How could Lord Torre fight against his brother?Will you fight against Möngke?" the young man was quite disdainful, "What are you afraid of, as a hereditary assassin, you can avoid death nine times." Even if you say the wrong thing today, there are still eight heads that can be slowly lost. Chi Lao Wen was very helpless, "I'd rather keep nine heads and not lose one." Lord Torre sent Muhua Li to the west, and you have to go with the army. As soon as you left Chengdu, you led the troops south without permission, so how can I, the chief of the guard, explain to Lord Torrey?" "What's the fun of the expedition to the west? Further west is Tubo, can it be that the Great Song Dynasty is willing to go to crusade against Tubo, where birds don't? Ba Sipa must be the first to disagree. You must be right to come with me. In the future, I will be the Great Khan, and I will give you any fief you want. Chi Lao Wen laughed, thoughtfully, and silently looked at the round-faced young man with anticipation.

On the battlefield, the light cavalry had driven the remnants of the Song army to a pile with bows and arrows, and the heavy cavalry had finished resting and began to turn the circle into a phalanx, preparing for the next round of ploughing. The rear army all went ashore and did not intend to intervene, and the seven hundred war horses shook off the water droplets on their bodies, and the scene was very spectacular.

A bloodied general in the Song army, seeing that the general trend had gone, began to organize a breakthrough. He looked around and asked loudly, "Where is Mengdu? Who sees that it refers to the adult?" A lame veteran replied, "Returning to Commander Zhan, he commanded the envoy to kill the enemy's cavalry and martyred himself...... Commander Zhan's heart was hot, and the shape of the old Meng's white cloth wrapped around his head was still vivid, and the two armies were divided in front of the formation, and it was actually a farewell! Now is not the time to be sentimental, "Zhongerlang, listen to my orders! Now and the past are not the days of fighting, I will fight together, drink three bowls, and then turn back and fight with the Tartars!" Although the army was exhausted, they knew that Lord Zhan Yu loved soldiers like brothers and sisters, and he couldn't bear to lose everyone's lives here, so they shouted in unison, "No!"

Zhan Yu said again, "We are divided into four defense lines, retreating step by step, taking turns to block the pursuing soldiers, and creating opportunities for other departments to leave the battlefield!" The lame veteran was also not polite, and said to stop him, "Lord Commander, I am willing to lead two hundred dead soldiers, and after breaking alone, please take the others to evacuate quickly." Zhan Yu looked at him, he raised his injured leg, "I can't escape anyway, just fight!" "Okay," Zhan Yu immediately made a decision, gently patted the veteran on the shoulder twice, and said to everyone, "If you are willing to stay, after breaking with me, I only need two hundred! Everyone else, the target is Lao Yaling, hurry up and get out of here! Don't fucking grind with me again!"

Immediately, more than half of the people signed up, Zhan Yu raised his arm to void everything, "The one on the left stays, and the one on the right rolls!" The six hundred soldiers knew that Zhan's dominance was like a fire, and Meng Du pointed to a. Then he bowed down with tears, kowtowed three times, and turned around and ran in the direction of Lao Yao Ling.

Most of the 200 or so people left behind were wounded, but their morale was very high. The lame veteran looked at Zhan Yu with disdain, "The last hero spot, you also have to compete with me." Zhan Yu laughed, "I can't get used to seeing you in the limelight alone!"