The Mongol army realized the intention of the remnants of the Song army to evacuate, and the 380 light cavalry were divided left and right, and once again launched a maneuver to the two flanks. Zhan Yu, the www.biquge.info of Pen, Fun and Pavilion, led the 200 wounded soldiers who were in charge of the broken aftermath, reflexively and sideways, all of them rushed to the downstream river beach. The formation suddenly lost its left flank, and the Mongolian light cavalry on the left lost its tactical position and simply pursued along the river; the light cavalry on the right was too far diagonally inserted, and the same tactical position was lost, so it could only turn around and follow the left side and pursue in parallel lines.

The cavalry ran and ran, and found that the speed had slowed down, and the closer to the water, the more pebbles there were. The horse's hooves stepped on, round and hard and slippery, and ran out of two hundred meters, more than a dozen horses had injured their hooves, and the other horses did not dare to exert their strength, so they took the initiative to change their steps. The Song soldiers took the opportunity to come to the rocky beach and grabbed an excellent position - there were not only pebbles, but also cones and stone stones, and more than 200 people looked for a vantage point and hid behind it, just waiting for the enemy to approach.

Zhan Yu took advantage of the short gap and glanced in the direction of Emei, the six hundred subordinates had already run out of half the distance, as long as they entered the pass, they could quickly disappear in the mountains. Whether you achieve it or not depends on how long you can hold on.

The two centurions of the Mongolian light cavalry exchanged gestures from afar, and immediately led the horse team to jump out of the rocky beach, and caught up with the cunning Song army from the flat terrain, and laid down two long snake formations, trapping them firmly on the rocky beach. The hussars marched in formation while firing continuously. The sound of the strings crumbling was endless, and the arrows shot densely as if they didn't want money. Commander Zhan motioned for everyone to stay crouching, and let the rain of arrows beat the stones, and no one was allowed to move.

The guerrilla tactics had little effect, and the two centurions gestured to each other a few more times. The horse team stopped running back and forth, lined up in two rows, and switched to positional warfare. The first fifty horsemen, attacking amid howling. Zhan Yu nodded in the direction of the lame veteran, and the veteran gave an order, and the Song army's only two dozen remaining bows launched a return fire. These bows, which were picked up by the spearmen on the run, were not many, on average, only four or five per person. These spearmen are not as skilled as professional archers. Fortunately, the cavalry in front of him is close and large, and it is difficult to shoot in the air.

Zhan Yu's principle is to give priority to shooting horses. In this wave of backfire, more than a dozen horsemen running in front were hit by arrows one after another, most of them fell down with their horses, and a small part were not shot to the vital point, and turned into a rampage mode, which also turned the riders upside down. The horses behind could not dodge and crashed into one place, and the Mongolian troops trampled on each other and overturned some people. The second wave of arrows of the Song army has arrived, and everyone who remains standing has a share, at least one of them.

The morale of the Song soldiers was greatly boosted, and this round of killing was very happy! The centurion was in an abnormal situation, and hurriedly stopped the second group of light cavalry from continuing to attack, beckoned all the soldiers to dismount, and walked forward with shields instead. When Zhan Yu saw it, he ordered the bow to be temporarily retracted, and everyone held the spear tightly in their hands. This group of Mongolian cavalry has been running for a long time, and when they first get off the horse, they will inevitably have some vanity under their feet. As soon as he broke into the stone formation, he was stabbed left and right by more than 200 spears, and he was caught off guard. The scimitar in his hand was shorter than the spear of others, and before he could enter the attack range, he had already been hit. More than thirty people left the corpses with holes, and the other dozen or so people turned around and fled, Zhan Yu waved his hand, and the lame veteran led the archers to stand up again, and they all fell down in a wave of pursuit.

The quality of the leather shields of the Mongolian cavalry was very good, and the Song soldiers collected them one after another, and distributed the thirty shields to the front-line personnel on the periphery of the stone stone to cover up the dead ends. The proud Mongol army was furious, and a centurion threw off his leather robe, drew his scimitar, and without carrying a shield, he led a hundred soldiers shirtless and rushed up on foot! Those warriors, like the same example, also threw off their leather robes and shields in a wild run, and their scimitars stood in the sky, shining with a bloody cold light.

Seeing this, Zhan Yu was overjoyed. He grabbed an oval pebble on the river beach, suddenly stood up, shook his arm violently, and aimed at the centurion, who was only fifteen paces ahead, and threw the pebble!

This time, the technique is not very subtle. The pebbles were impartial, hitting the centurion's forehead, and the powerful impact caused the skull to collapse instantly, and the few pigtails floating behind the head were thrown to the front of the face due to the instantaneous reverse movement, mixed with the brain, and stuck to the cheeks.

When the Song army saw the commander's hand, they all applauded loudly, and it was immediately transformed into an all-army movement, and everyone bowed their heads to pick up stones! The pebbles flying all over the sky were big, some small, some round, some flat, some smashed their heads, and some smashed their chests. Pity these shirtless Mongolian soldiers, who were smashed to the point where their skin and flesh were broken, and their bones were broken and their tendons were broken. The people who were not dead were lying on the ground, and they were greatly humiliated in their hearts, and they knew that in the Western Xia, Western Liao, and other countries, the criminal law of disorderly stones was used to punish unchaste women, and they themselves were the warriors of the empire, and they were actually killed in this way?

On this river beach, the most important thing is stone. It is equivalent to instantly replenishing a large number of long-range weapons to the Song army. They were sheltered by stone calamities on their side, occupying a favorable location, and the Mongolian army stood in Pingchuan, with an unobstructed view, and temporarily fell behind. The heavy cavalry regiment in the distance, seeing that this side could not be attacked for a long time, did not know why, and began to slowly turn around and move, advancing towards the river beach downstream.

The soldiers of the light cavalry troops, one hundred and eighty people remained. At the beginning of the battle to cross the river, five hundred light horsemen were led by four centurions. In the first round, when the two wings were interspersed, one was poked to death by a spear, and the Great Song Mengdu pointed to the heroic front, and one was killed with a sword before the Great Song Dynasty, and just now he was stoned to death by Commander Zhan, and there is only one left. This one is really in a hurry.

He roared and thundered, he didn't want to give up this upcoming military merit to the heavy cavalry regiment. Like a beast that had lost his mind, he jumped back on his horse, ordered everyone to mount, and launched a final assault for the honor of the light horseman.

One hundred and eighty horsemen, fifty paces away, began to sprint, the sound of hooves suppressed the distant drums, and the river beach trembled. Zhan Yu's hand was also a little damp, and he secretly clenched his fist and twisted it, not wanting his subordinates to feel the slightest nervousness from the commander. "Spear!"

At this time, what is more reliable than a spear is actually these stone stones, which are equivalent to natural horse rejection. The Mongolian war horses rushed in front of them, subconsciously leaning to dodge, the cavalry on their bodies did not pull the reins, they could only barely find the cracks between these cones to land, this was a fatal hesitation.

The light horsemen, who lost their impact momentum in an instant, were attacked by the spears that kept moving behind the stone stones, and those hateful Song soldiers only picked up the two softest parts of the horse's belly and the human waist. The cavalry continued to fall in a roar, and the last centurion, swinging his sword and cutting off the wooden pole of a spear, leaped off his horse, and went straight at a Song officer.

In war, there is rarely a so-called fair contest. Today, now, at this time, is a rare opportunity. Zhan Yu pulled out his sword, which was full of gaps, and fought with the centurion. Other Song soldiers were also strangled with the remaining cavalry. Soon, Zhan Yu had two more blood marks on his body, and the centurion had one less ear. The swords of the two broke together in the ninth intersection. They threw away their weapons and switched to hand-to-hand combat. The Nameng people were quite good at wrestling, and they pressed the Great Song Commander to the ground in just one round. The centurion locked his throat with one hand, took out a flesh-cutting dagger with the other, and stabbed it downward! Suddenly, a spear tip appeared from his chest, and the red cherry blossoms were stained with blood, which was extremely sad. The pointed tip passed through his chest and poked straight in front of the tip of Zhan Yu's nose, where it would stop.

Zhan Yu pushed down the corpse, turned over and stood up, and said to the lame veteran who was struggling to draw his spear, "You're not dead yet, can you let me kill myself?" The veteran didn't raise his eyelids, pulled out his spear and shook the red cherry, "Lord Commander, you almost made the Tartar happy." ”

In this battle, the light cavalry of the Mongol front army was completely annihilated. Forty-seven of the Song soldiers were killed, ninety were seriously wounded, and the rest were all slightly injured. There are also less than 70 people in combat effectiveness. The heavy cavalry regiment of the Mongolian Chinese army has already opened in front of us. The current situation is like 70 bicycles facing 270 tanks, and this analogy is made by Zong Fang, who is holding a military telescope in the distance.

"Can we save them?" Zhang Liao, who was moved by Song Jun, asked this question. Zong Fang put down the binoculars and sighed, "Participate in a war? ”

"You can think of a way. "Zhang Liao is very persistent, this is his personality. And Master Zhizheng has the blood of soldiers and good disciples flowing at the same time, "I agree with Zhang Liao's opinion. Wen Congxin also nodded, and Comrade Huang Erpi abstained.

"Strictly speaking, we don't have to reverse a war, that's not realistic. What we want to do is to change the outcome of a local battle in the final stage of a war in the era of cold weapons, and try to save as many people as possible. Doesn't that sound so much easier?"

Zong Fang is very sensible, she is not afraid of death, she is afraid that if everyone makes a mistake, she will not be able to complete the self-determined recruitment indicators. "Is there a concrete feasible plan?"

Commander Zhan was ready to be martyred. The six hundred subordinates who disappeared in the distance made him extremely happy. Even if you die now, it's worth it, not to mention, maybe you can take two heavy Tartars with you. He picked up a Mongolian scimitar and slashed it twice in the void, realizing that the center of gravity of the knife was forward, suitable for slashing on horseback. The curvature of the blade is also very subtle, and if you cut down the tree, you won't get stuck in it and can't pull it out.

The horn sounded, and the heavy cavalry regiment began to line up. Seventy Song soldiers who were still standing, with resolute faces, clutched their weapons tightly to meet the horn of death.

Suddenly, there was a commotion on the upper riverbank, and the black man, who represented the authority of the commander, fell with a bang, and a handsome yellow husson rushed out of the crowd with two people, and ran straight to the pass on the hillside. Behind him, a Mongolian black-bearded general, with dozens of guards, chased closely. The heavy cavalry regiment on this side also sensed the seriousness of the problem and resolutely gave up the massacre. The formation was lost, and they surrounded the yellow horses with all their might, completely failing to stick to the rules that the heavy cavalry should have.

Zhan Yu was the first to react and waved his hand to all the dumbfounded subordinates, "Take away everything that can go, and we will also withdraw!"