boom!
boom!
In an instant, the earth shook and the mountains shook, and the artillery once again showed its ferocious fangs in front of the world!
Jinlun Dharma King snorted coldly and shot out several blasts of gas in the air. The cannonballs near the commander's tent exploded in the air before they hit the ground. At the same time, Jinlun Dharma King laid down a wall of air in front of him, and the smoke and dust generated by the explosion were firmly repelled. outer.
"Kuokuo is not flowery!"
"My subordinate is here!"
"I order you to quickly mobilize the troops to clean up the military camp! If anyone escapes from the battle, he will be killed without mercy!"
"yes!"
The sound of explosions was heard endlessly, and Jinlun Dharma King glanced around coldly. There were cries, cries for help, the neighing of war horses, the dust stirred up, and the flames of explosions. It was a chaos.
If the source is not solved and such rounds continue, the morale of the army will be ruined. Once the morale of the army is ruined, there will be no need to fight the next battle.
"Everyone, work with me to get rid of that burning place!"
"yes!"
"yes!"
An hour later, King Jinlun and Xiao Qianjue tried their best but could not capture the artillery position Li Jie had laid out in advance.
After fighting for a long time, Jinlun Dharma King had already begun to think about retreating, because the sound of artillery had stopped half an hour ago, and the enemy's shells were exhausted, but how could it be possible for Guo Jing and Wanyan Bupo, two of the world's top masters, to join forces? Easy to get along with.
It's not their turn to come and leave as they please!
As soon as the artillery fire ended, Li Jie led the Renaissance Army into the Mongolian army camp. Just as the sound of artillery fire stopped, the Mongolian army had not had time to recover, and the Renaissance Army's surprise attack arrived.
The tens of thousands of Mongolian troops were covered by previous firepower, and the camp was already full of wounded soldiers. The Renaissance Army encountered almost no decent resistance and broke into the camp without any effort.
This group of soldiers had never seen such a formation before. With their morale lax, they were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, allowing themselves to be slaughtered by the Fuxing Army.
Kuokuo Buhua still had a few brushes, and he was able to pull up a line of defense in a hurry. However, this improvised line of defense only lasted for less than ten minutes before it collapsed.
Then the Mongolian army was defeated like a domino, and tens of thousands of troops were pierced by two thousand cavalry.
Jin Lun Dharma King was currently fighting Wanyan Bupo, and could not escape at all. He could only watch the army being defeated.
"Haha, how does it taste, dead monk?"
"Hey, weren't you very arrogant before? Why, now you are deaf or mute and can't say a word?"
While fighting, Wanyan Bupo did not forget to tease Jinlun Dharma King. Jinlun Dharma King's face became darker and darker, not only because he could not escape quickly, but because the loss this time was too great!
It's not that he felt sorry for the people who died. No matter how many people died, they were not his subordinates. The main reason was because he was the person directly responsible for the front line. No matter what, this defeat was inseparable from him.
Although it won't cause him to lose his position as national advisor directly, it will definitely shake his status in the hearts of the Mongolian upper class.
'You know that the Renaissance Army is so difficult to deal with, I really shouldn't have taken this job in the first place. '
Stealing the chicken will end up losing the rice. Originally, Jinlun Dharma King planned to take this action to take himself one step further. However, now it is better not to take one step further, but to take two steps back.
Wan Yan Bu Po saw Jin Lun Dharma King's face turning into black coal, and felt extremely happy in his heart.
"Tsk tsk!"
King Jinlun was furious, but the opponent's martial arts were not much different from his. He could not defeat the opponent in a short period of time, and the longer the delay, the worse it would be for him. There was still a young grandmaster in the opponent's camp and he had no hope.
That person didn't appear here, so he must be on the battlefield over there. Once the other party pulls away, there will be no way to retreat.
call out!
Suddenly there was a stream of light in the distance, and Wanyan Bupo's eyes lit up. This was the signal Li Jie had agreed with them in advance.
When this signal is sent out, it means that the battle on the main battlefield is over. Even if Jinlun Dharma King and Xiao Qianjue are allowed to go back, they will be unable to recover. After all, they are only masters, not grand masters, and cannot directly lead a battle. The outcome of the war.
However, just in case, Wanyan Bupo decided in his mind that it was best to delay for a while, since the other party would not be able to cause any harm to him for the time being.
After a while, King Jinlun noticed that Wanyan Bupo's fighting spirit was gradually fading, and took advantage of the gap in the fight to issue a warning to the remaining warriors.
"withdraw!"
Hearing this, the remaining warriors in the field gave up their attack one after another and gradually withdrew from the battlefield under the cover of King Jinlun.
On the battlefield, the four Han princes Shi Tianze, Yan Zhongji, Zhang Hongfan, and Yang Miaozhen had already made plans to retreat as soon as the shells hit. The four people showed their magical powers and evacuated the main battlefield one after another.
Although escaping in the face of battle may be punished by the Mongols, his life will be lost, and there is no use in thinking more. Even the resentful Yang Miaozhen did not fight to the death with the Renaissance Army.
As long as the green hills remain, you won’t have to worry about running out of firewood!
You can avenge your revenge slowly, you only have one life, and once you die, the foundation of the Yidu Li family will be divided up by others. These people are all a bunch of cannibals, if She is gone, and with only her own grandchildren, she is afraid that she will have to help them count the money when they sell her.
As the day went by, with the large-scale defeat of the Mongols, the shouts of killing outside the city gradually became quieter. Only sporadic sounds of fighting were still heard from a few places, and some remaining Mongolian soldiers were still making futile resistance.
At this time, outside the city, there was blood, and the battlefield was full of corpses, as well as wounded Mongolian soldiers who kept wailing.
A Mongolian Han soldier who was wounded by artillery lay on the blood-stained plain with a painful expression. When he saw a Renaissance soldier holding a spear and wearing a black military uniform, a glimmer of hope suddenly emerged in his eyes. .
It was too painful. His hands and feet were all bruised and bleeding. Logically speaking, he should have died long ago, but he was an innate warrior and his vitality was exceptionally tenacious.
"Please...please...you...kill...me...give...me...a...pain...pleasure."
Although the other party was an enemy, Zhang Hong still showed a trace of unbearability on his immature face. His job was to check for any fish that had slipped through the battlefield.
There were too many injured people in this battle. Even if the Renaissance Army had a special field hospital, it could not treat so many wounded people. Instead of letting them die in pain and wailing, it was better to give them a happy life.
The sympathy on Zhang Hong's face just flashed away. There will be many more situations like this in the future. In order to create a place where residents have homes, cultivators have fields, the elderly have support, the children have education, and the poor have support, In a new world where it is difficult to help, these are the prices that must be paid.
