Light cars around Wen Tianxiang has already rushed to the front line.
The Jishui man's stubbornness filled his body again, and several guards fell to his side one after another, but Wen Tianxiang refused to retreat.
He was not willing to fail like this.
This combat plan does have many loopholes, but new weapons, new training, and new staff methods should not end in failure.
"Charge forward, fight hard, and lead the whole army with yourself."
Deep in his heart, a voice kept calling him, making Wen Tianxiang move forward.
A newly attached soldier who was eager to make meritorious service rushed over with a knife raised, and the steel knife intersected with the sword in Wen Tianxiang's hand.
What surprised the soldier was that the seemingly frail Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty actually turned his wrist and pressed the head of his sword with the blade.
Before he could recover, Wen Tianxiang's sword had already pierced his throat.
"Brothers, come with me" Wen Tianxiang shouted in a voice that was not his own, forgetting the identity of the prime minister.
At this moment, all he wanted to do was charge, charge, and lead his brothers to drive down the Yuan army that was charging up the mountain ridge.
Zhang Tang led the team and tried their best to get closer, but there were still more than a dozen newly attached soldiers between the two.
Wanyan Jingyuan and Chen Fusong also tried their best to get closer to Wen Tianxiang.
The prime minister's position was too far forward.
As battle-hardened generals, they knew that it was a position that was vulnerable to sneak attacks.
The long bow in the hands of the Mongolian warrior slowly rounded, and the tip of the arrow flashed a little blue in the moonlight.
At that moment, he almost saw the glory and wealth smiling at him.
Suddenly, a knife stabbed into his back and out of his chest.
The bow string in his hand was loosened, and the poisonous arrow that lost its target shot into the night sky.
"Brothers, the Tatars don't have as many people as us.
There are artillery in front of them.
Run," someone shouted loudly in the dark night.
The dead soldiers of the newly attached army who continued to charge forward were stunned and were chopped down by the Polu army who rushed up.
The few newly attached soldiers who were following behind stopped, looked towards the mountain, then looked back, let out a scream as if they suddenly realized something, turned around and rushed down the mountain.
Thick smoke billowed out from the mountains and forests all around.
There were shouts of killing and golden drums ringing from all sides.
For a time, countless Polu troops came from all directions to kill them.
All the new vassals began to flee and were defeated like a mountain.
The Mongolian warriors supervising the battle shot down the soldiers of the new vassal army who were leading the retreat.
Before they could catch the second arrow, more of the new auxiliary soldiers rushed down the mountain.
Taking advantage of the mountain, they chopped down the supervising soldier to the ground with one knife.
Countless pairs of fleeing feet stepped on the body of the war supervisor, and then fled in all directions.
"Set fire, set fire, pay attention to the direction of the wind.
You are only allowed to shout, and you are not allowed to show your head."
The great scholar Chen Longfu led a dozen staff members and hundreds of villagers, running back and forth in the forest.
Every few steps, a bush was lit on fire.
The thick smoke made the old man cough uncontrollably, but after the cough, he straightened up and his spine was still straight.
"Strike the gong hard, light a few more fires, and when you get back, each of you will be given three taels of silver.
Take it from me."
Chen Longfu shouted loudly, using the simplest method to boost the morale of the villagers.
The simple villagers smiled and lit more fires everywhere.
The wind blew through the forest, as if thousands of soldiers were rushing down the mountain with torches.
Miao Chun, who was supposed to lead the team to evacuate, led dozens of brothers at the edge of the forest, constantly firing cold arrows at the group of defeated soldiers at the foot of the mountain.
Aim from the dark to the light, shoot the officers first, then the soldiers.
Almost every shot will result in a gain.
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"The Tatars are defeated, kill me."
Zhang Tang jumped out of the trench and led the remaining brothers to kill.
"Our reinforcements have arrived, brothers, don't embarrass the heroes of the Eighteenth Family."
Ximen Biao was not to be outdone, and led his righteous thieves to guard Zhang Tang.
Wu Xishi directed his two sons to fill the last few artillery shells on the position into the already red gun barrel.
The officers pushed aside the exhausted gunners and pulled the gun ropes themselves, which were soaked with blood and sweat.
The pulley spun, and the flint struck out a series of sparks.
The gunners beside the artillery closed their eyes together and hugged their heads.
Although his body was trembling, he managed not to retreat.
"Boom", the expected blast did not happen, the shell roared out of the barrel and landed among the Mongolian soldiers.
The Mongolian soldiers who had gathered to supervise the battle were immediately sent into the air.
The newly fled auxiliary troops ran desperately towards the dark distance, trampling on their blood.
"Yete Mishi was bombed to death, run quickly, run quickly."
In the dense forest, the villagers imitated the voices of the new annexed troops and cried loudly.
Yate Mishi, who had already defeated the soldiers and was weak, opened his mouth to defend himself, but a thick smoke drifted over and choked his cry back.
More broken soldiers ran past him, pinched him, and retreated out of the mountain in panic.
The Mongolian army and the newly attached army fled to the southwest regardless of each other.
A few clever Mongolian warriors pulled up the war horse and helped Yatemi get on the horse's back.
All the troops scrambled to withdraw from the battlefield, running faster and faster, and finally turned from a partial rout to a complete collapse of the entire army, out of control.
Speed up, speed up, speed up like crazy.
The sounds of mounts and riders mingled with their breathing.
Sweat dripped down the man's body and onto the horse's body, then mixed with blood and dripped to the ground.
Since they invaded Jiangnan, the Mongolian army has often attacked and chased away at this speed.
Whenever the horses spread their hooves, the warriors would cheer and echo with the sound of the horses' hooves.
Changshengtian gave all the land under the sun to the Mongols.
As for the original owners of those lands, they were only worthy of being slaves to the Mongols.
If they refuse to accept this fate, they will die.
The descendants of Genghis Khan marched westward.
With only 20,000 people, they swept away the deserts and grasslands, almost all the way to the Danube River in the west.
The kings and warriors in the west lined up to surrender.
Once they surrender slowly, what awaits them is a bloody machete.
Anyone who is taller than the wheel will be killed.
To conquer half of Jiangnan, Kublai Khan only used 100,000 real Mongolian troops.
The officers and soldiers of the Song Dynasty could confront the Han army and compete with the Tanma Red Army for supremacy.
When they saw the Mongolian cavalry, they had no choice but to flee.
Mongolian warriors have no opponents in their eyes and no failures in their hearts.
They are not afraid of death, life is just a drunkenness for them However, this time there was an exception.
In front of the two armies, it was the Mongolian army that fled.
And he abandoned his servants, weapons and dignity, and fled with his life.
More than a thousand Mongolian warriors and tens of thousands of new auxiliary troops were driven down from Centipede Ridge like ducks by their enemies, who were far outnumbered, and ran all the way to Jianning.
Coach Yate Mi felt so regretful that his heart was bleeding.
Three thousand Mongolian warriors and 30,000 new auxiliary troops were actually killed by less than 10,000 Song soldiers.
This is simply a big joke.
You must know that Zhang Hongfan, the favorite of Emperor Kublai Khan of the Yuan Dynasty, had only five thousand Mongolian warriors among his army of more than 100,000.
The Mongolian pride made it impossible for Yatemi to accept the facts before him.
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Nor can he admit his command errors.
Since entering Shaowu, he has been cautious and cautious.
The enemy general tried to separate the Mongolian army from the new vassal army through various means of harassment, interception, and provocation, but Yette Mishi was not fooled.
On the contrary, after experiencing the battle of Thorny Ridge, Yate Mishi strengthened the connection between the Mongolian army and the new auxiliary army.
Yette Mishi guessed the other party's purpose and took corresponding precautions.
Because he is a famous general, and the other party is just a scholar.
No matter the combat experience and the blood on his hands, they cannot be compared to him.
Yate Mi was even keenly aware of the weaknesses of the crossbow and the explosive iron lumps, and tried his best to use the Mongolian specialties to deal with it and seize the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to the opponent.
However, he did lose.
Where did we lose this battle?
Not only did he lose to the firearms exploding everywhere.
Although those thunderbolts coming from the sky are powerful, their shooting speed is not fast.
The density is not great either.
It’s not like he lost to bows and arrows.
Although the opponent's crossbow arrows are powerful, the Mongols, who have never left their hands with the bow since childhood, can shoot back two arrows when the opponent shoots one arrow.
Not to mention losing in terms of combat power.
The Mongols are still as fearless and fearless as before, with superb fighting skills.
Yate Mishi saw with his own eyes that a centurion under his command cut down three Song troops one after another before being shot down by a crossbow arrow.
The fourth Song army or bandit rushed up and took back his own position.
It's that fierceness.
Ye Temi suddenly trembled and realized the key to victory or defeat.
That's right, it's that fierceness.
The fierceness that regards death as home.
When the two sides competed for the mound that could control the initiative on the battlefield, they fought hand to hand.
No matter how many opponents a Mongolian soldier cut down, the next Song soldier would always rush up and drive him down.
Normally, with such a high death rate, the Song army would have been defeated long ago.
But this time, the Mongols were the first to collapse.
They finally saw an opponent who was less afraid of death than themselves.
The thin people of the Song Dynasty are like tigers recovering from a serious illness.
Although they are weak, they are full of pride and murderous intent.
In the face of this kind of murderous intention, the Mongols could not hold on, let alone the new auxiliary troops who were forced to come.
This kind of murderous aura has only been seen twice by Yite Mishi.
One time was in front of a certain academy.
At that time, the Mongolian soldiers were slaughtering the city, and several teachers blocked the gate of the academy with rulers.
After a round of shooting by the Mongolian warriors, the teachers all turned into hedgehogs.
But he still blocked the door behind him with his body, blocking the peace inside.
The other time was when he rushed into the home of a farmer in Jiangnan, the farmer holding a hoe.
Like a fierce god, he blocked his wife, children and children.
Blocking the hut, the last trace of human dignity.
People are always bravest in front of what they value most.
The Mongols are like this, and so are the Han people
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