Ling Lingqi fought well, destroying the Mongolian cavalry's position at once, although Ling Lingqi was completely able to kill all the Mongolian cavalry in one go, but he still felt that he should use this kind of battle to train these villagers.

After all, such an opportunity is rare, and there are not many Mongolian cavalry, there are still fifty or sixty left, but although the Mongolian cavalry is cold, it has not retreated. At this time, the Mongolian cavalry came to plunder, they actually went deep into the land of the Great Song Dynasty, and the way back was relatively far, so if they didn't grab something, they would lose and go back, and they would definitely be laughed at.

Ling Lingqi roared, "Everyone kill with me!"

Liu Meng tore off his shirt, thanks to the blessing of the original Sun Silly, and followed Xiang Yong to make up for a few lively times, although he didn't help much, but he also went through the battle formation, so as not to make Liu Meng panic.

Liu Meng threw his shirt to the ground, agitated the muscles on his body, and his bronzed skin showed a bit of majestic heroism.

"Those with spears in their hands came to the front, and they rushed and stabbed their horses! Knife hands! Knife hands! Knife hands! Those with knives in their hands followed, and the Tartars fell off their horses, and chopped off their heads to make snacks, all come, come here!" Liu Mengyang roared the ash pole spear in his hand, and after only a few roars, he was a little hoarse.

The townsmen do not lack the courage to fight, and there is no lack of courage, in recent years, wars have occurred frequently, and here is not far from the front line, these townsmen who have the courage to follow, at least have fought two or three battles, and now there is a roar from Ling Lingqi, plus Liu Meng jumped out to command, and rushed over one by one with knives and guns.

"The tail of the spear touches the ground, pointing diagonally ahead, the knife hand, line up, prepare! Ready! They are coming!" Liu roared, and rushed to the front in the first place, pushing the tail end of the spear to the ground, and lowered his body as much as possible.

Once there was an organization, the remaining panicked townsmen also came to their senses, and hurriedly followed, and did the same, and even put up a gun formation of more than 200 people, with the swordsman in the back, watching the cavalry rush over.

"Pikeman, bow down, stare at the cavalry, rush up, even if you stab the spear at the person, if you can't do it, you can stab the horse!" Liu Meng roared loudly, his eyes widening even more.

Fifty or sixty cavalry also killed red eyes, a hundred horses rushed together, stepping on the ground like thunder, ten thousand horses galloping, this is only fifty or sixty cavalry, if it is a thousand horses, how about ten thousand horses!

Liu Meng only felt that the blood in his whole body was burning, especially staring at the slippery horse's legs churning and approaching, under the pressure, a brute air surged in his heart, and he was so violent that he opened his mouth and let out a loud roar, this kind of pressure to wait for the soldiers and horses to approach will produce two extremes for the soldiers in the front row, either they want to throw away the weapons in their hands and flee, or, like Liu Meng, burst out with a fierce energy that is not afraid of death.

"Abandon the gun and escape, it is difficult to get rid of the knife in the back and become a villain, leaving a reputation for the ages, what face to go to see the ancestors and ancestors, face the enemy head-on, and be hacked to death and have the face to straighten your waist in front of the ancestors!" Liu Meng roared loudly, the roar was almost drowned out by the cavalry, but it also reached the ears of the people around him, and all the people roared with him, and those who almost collapsed and wanted to flee for their lives became resolute again and roared.

The cavalry finally approached the front, perhaps they did not expect that a small village warrior was not scattered by the cavalry, but also organized an effective counterattack, near the front of the battle, lifting the reins of the leaping knife, Liu Meng only felt that the spear in his hand was heavy, but it was pierced into the belly of the horse, and it was also the loss of the first row, the other party jumped on the horse, and was in the belly of the horse.

Liu Meng almost stared at a large round face plate, and the Mongolian with a messy beard fell to his side, smashing a fellow villager next to him to the ground.

Liu Meng, who broke the spear, subconsciously pounced, hugged the Mongolian, when the two were churning, Liu Meng only felt that the head was covered with dark clouds, and then the abdomen was heavy, and the abdominal muscles that had been practiced for many years collapsed, followed by the sound of broken bones, and the Mongolian who was pressed on the body was trampled on the back by the horse's hooves, and the spine was broken, and the mouth kept bleeding.

Even if there were more cavalry on the other side, Liu Meng couldn't stay alive, but fortunately there were few cavalry, and after only one step, the cavalry rushed into the formation.

The pikemen suffered heavy losses, but Rulin's spears forced these dozens of cavalry to slow down, first being overturned by the spears, and then losing speed, the cavalry stalled, almost no different from the infantry, and even less agile than the infantry.

Liu Meng endured the nausea in his abdomen, pushed away the corpse that was pressed on his body, rolled up, picked up a spear from his side, turned around and rushed forward.

A Mongolian cavalryman is waving a scimitar in his hand to slash a villager to the ground, not who is the head of the tiger, Liu Meng roared angrily, jumped up, and struggled to shoot the spear in his hand, the spear pierced from the back of the Mengqi, from the chest out, this deep behind the enemy Mengcai removed all the protection for speed, maybe they did not expect that here, they would encounter a stubborn sniper of the Xiangyong.

There were a lot of dead people around, but there was no shortage of weapons, Ling Lingqi also gave up his fists and feet, reached out and copied another spear, strode forward again, and stabbed out with a shot, the distance was far away, but Ling Lingqi stabbed the horse that was sitting down, and it was the back anus of the horse.

The spear entered the body two feet, the wounded horse neighed miserably, flung its hind hooves, went crazy, threw off all the Mongolian soldiers on the seat, and jumped wildly under the hooves.

Liu Meng killed two enemies in a row, killed with ferocity, reached out and picked up a scimitar, and threw it out again.

These dozens of cavalry were surrounded by hundreds of villagers, all kinds of weapons beckoned, Liu Meng went crazy and threw the weapons in his hands, causing them to follow suit, and put their weapons in their hands, and when they landed, most of the Mongolian horses were knocked off their horses, only a few remnants of the horses, broke through the Xiangyong who lost their weapons, and fled into the distance.

Liu Meng reached out again to pick up a long knife, and rushed towards a seriously injured, but still wielding a scimitar in his hand, the Meng soldier was seriously injured, a knife, from the face to the chest long wound, has already lost strength, Liu Meng slashed the scimitar in his hand, and then a knife, the huge head flew into the air, when it fell, Liu Meng was copied in his hand, holding the head, the other raised the long knife in his hand, and shouted hard.

Liu Meng, who was covered in blood, with a head in one hand and a knife in one hand, looked like a blood-red body at this time, and his face was unclear, like a ghost, but it also aroused the ferocity of those villagers, and they picked up knives and cut heads everywhere, and won a big victory, seven or eight hundred people, while the Mongolian soldiers were only 100 people, but the head was still not enough, many people could not grab the head, and directly cut off an arm or thigh and shouted frantically in their hands. (To be continued.) )