Thousands of people were shouting and fighting wildly, some speaking Chinese, some shouting Jurchen, and some speaking Khitan. What was not suppressed by the shouts was the clang of guns and arrows, and the sharp sound of arrows piercing the air; while in the background, there was the muffled sound of people hitting each other with full strength, and the dull sound of sharp blades cutting through bones. There was a loud sound, and even blood flew into the air, and when it fell again, it made a dense sound like raindrops falling to the ground.
All kinds of sounds gathered into a torrent, roaring in the wilderness, startling the flocks of birds in the bushes, and making them fly high in fear.
In the sight of the birds, beyond the battlefield of human fighting, slightly to the west behind the continuous basil, there are groups of people advancing slowly, frightening the birds and small animals along the way to fly away.
Reining their horses in front of this formation and looking out at the battlefield were the three generals Yang Wan, Zhao Jin and Shi Mobedie'er.
"Jata Lahun is a waste..."
Shi Mobedier sneered repeatedly.
They clearly left two hours earlier, but they arrived at the scheduled battlefield only a little over two moments earlier than the three generals' headquarters. This shows that Jatta Lahun's troops are really loose. Marching in a hurry or at night is too difficult for them. Difficult.
Yang Wan also said: "The Great Khan asked the generals and commanders that day. Jata Lahun claimed to be good at using cannons, but no one saw him actually take out any firearms. He just didn't dare to go into battle and wanted to hide behind. After all, they are Jurchens. Are there any Jurchens who can fight these days?"
In Zhao Yan's view, everyone is no longer good, and there is no need to divide them into different ranks.
He was too lazy to follow the two of them to scold Jata Lahun, and only said solemnly: "The enemy army is probably not a bait."
Yang Wan burst into laughter: "Is it really Guo Ning's headquarters? He really went out in force, regardless of Laizhou's headquarters? How is that possible?"
Zhao Yan pointed forward: "How else can we explain it?"
From the distance between the three of them, it was difficult to see the actual fighting situation. But the three of them could see that Jatta Lahun's men only charged fiercely for a while at the beginning of the battle, and were then slowly and irreversibly overwhelmed.
Jatta Lahun must have thought of many ways. Under the eyes of the three generals, he launched a surprise attack by elite soldiers, gathered knights to outflank, and seemed to have set a trap by taking advantage of the small high ground in the center of the battlefield when the two armies were in a stalemate.
But it's no use.
The enemy soldiers holding red military flags kept moving forward, like tigers. There should be a lot of casualties among them, but no one retreated, and swarmed forward through the blood and layers of corpses!
Shi Mobedier looked at it for a long time and felt that his palms were sweaty.
When he was in Pingqu Water Village in Bazhou, he heard that Guo Ning was brave and invincible. He led hundreds of people to charge into the battle, and was able to kill thousands of generals and stop the advance of thousands of people. Therefore, he entered the Jin Kingdom's right prime minister Tu Shanyi. His Dharma eyes were used as helpers, and he was called the evil tiger.
At that time, Shi Mobedier just felt dissatisfied. Who hasn't fought in northern Xinjiang, and who doesn't have some courage? Who can say for sure what happens on the battlefield? God knows whether the rumor of Guo Ning rushing into the battle is true or false... If it is true, that guy is probably a common man!
But now, the more he looked at the battlefield, the more frightened he felt.
Looking at the charging situation of this unit, it looks like huge waves rolling in the deep sea, and like a heavy hammer hammering away without stopping. This hammer blow is not a subtle move, but every blow uses a lot of strength, making people unable to resist... As we all know, the weapon Guo Ning is good at is the hammer!
Jatalahun is really no match!
In front of this hammer, his thousands of troops are like a piece of anvil being beaten, no, no, like a piece of scrap metal being beaten, sooner or later they will be flattened and broken into pieces!
Not to mention Jata Lahun, Shi Mobedie'er himself was leading his troops, I'm afraid...
Shi Mobedie'er's heart beat violently, and she shook her head again and again: "This matter is not trivial, it's hard to say!"
The one who can use the army to this extent is probably Guo Ning. These soldiers and horses do not look like heavy troops in disguise, nor are they decoys.
But are they really Guo Ning's headquarters?
If Guo Ning's headquarters is here, he must immediately send a messenger to the rear so that the Mongolian army headquarters can respond. But... if it's wrong, everyone will fall into the trap... If the Mongols blame it, they will kill everyone!
Can you really confirm it?
"Let's join forces and press forward!" Yang Wan gritted his teeth: "We must try again!"
Shi Mobedier laughed twice.
Zhao Yan's expression remained unchanged and he refused to agree.
"Jata Lahun is dead as well. However, he died on the battlefield, but we did not rescue him. We were afraid that it would be difficult to explain to the Mongolian nobles if they asked." Yang Wan said again.
This makes sense.
Zhao Yan nodded: "I will send out a thousand men, and you two will also send out a thousand men each. We will join forces to cover them and return with one strike. How about that?"
The three generals made up their minds, the trumpets sounded, the flags were waved, and the troops were mobilized.
"Send troops! Send troops! Kill, kill, kill!" Three thousand soldiers and horses shouted loudly and rushed forward.
On the battle formation, Zhang Chi had already stood in front of the car formation, and had advanced more than three hundred steps. But his strength was exhausted and he was about to collapse. One of his legs had been stabbed, damaging his muscles and bones. Now he could only stand on one leg.
As the enemy retreated, the crossbowmen kept firing back.
Zhang Chi heard the sharp roar of arrows piercing the air coming from his side, but his body had no time to react and could not avoid it. A disciple rushed over desperately and used his body to protect him. The arrow cluster was so heavy that it pierced Meng Cong's armor and pierced his shoulder.
Xin Cong immediately fell to the ground. Zhang Chi lowered his head and looked at it, but had no strength to help him.
This kind of fierce fighting takes a huge toll on the human body. At this moment, Zhang Chi could hardly lift the arm holding the knife, and every finger was twitching slightly. His wounds were aching everywhere, his muscles were aching, his chest and lungs were aching, and the sweat all over his body was pouring like a waterfall, and his eyes were turning black.
Most of the soldiers around him were like this.
Fortunately, the enemy general's troops have collapsed!
I don’t know where the enemy general is coming from. Their equipment is better, their fighting skills are better, and their swordsmanship and marksmanship are much better than those of the prisoners and strong men on Zhang Chi's side. It is estimated that those people are all regular troops of Daikin. Even if they are loose and unorganized, the foundation from the early years is still there.
But their fighting spirit could not survive Zhang Chi's troops.
Their casualties were actually less, but their fighting spirit was gone, and they could only retreat!
I won!
Zhang Chi staggered and steadied his steps, wiped the blood that was constantly spilling from his nose, and looked around.
The spearmen and small phalanx soldiers who had just been led by him had lost one-third, that is, more than 300 people! Of the entire fifty-man team under Zhang Chi, there are now only fourteen living people left, and all of them are injured. They use weapons to support their bodies and can barely stand!
And among those who died, at least 10% were killed by the military law team because they wavered in battle!
Many soldiers have never seen such a cruel situation, not even in their nightmares. Their expressions were almost in a trance. Some of them grinned, wanting to laugh, then cry, and in the end they just let out a roar.
This is too miserable! How can there be such a fight!
Can such a victory really be considered a victory? With this kind of fighting method, do the lives of soldiers still count as human lives? By using troops like this, aren't you afraid of the soldiers rioting?
Zhang Chi was murmuring and complaining when someone came running towards him, gesticulating: "General! General! The enemy's reinforcements are coming!"
Zhang Chi tried his best to raise his head and stared with wide eyes. His field of vision was still dark, but he finally saw clearly that the second wave of Mongolian troops was approaching the battlefield... very close at hand!
At the turn of autumn and winter, although the grass on the plains has withered, thorns and trees are still growing. Although the terrain is open, it is not conducive to the movement of the army. Since the enemy is approaching us head-on, we must attack him head-on!
This tough battle cannot be avoided!
"Damn it! Damn it!" Zhang Chi cursed in a hoarse voice.
The voice was not loud, but instead forced out a mouth full of bloody gas, which made him choke and cough repeatedly.
Dead.
He and his men had no strength left and could not withstand it no matter what. It's no use no matter how high the morale is, this game is going to be lost.
But this time the troops were sent out, and the leading officer was Guo Zhongyuan, a lunatic.
This guy was usually very polite and kind to his subordinates, but on the battlefield, he turned against him faster than turning the pages of a book.
In this case, he would either die in the hands of the enemy or in the hands of Xiao Molle's law enforcement team. In short, dead.
Just as he was thinking this, he heard footsteps behind him.
Guo Zhongyuan's subordinates held high the military flag and moved forward, passing Zhang Chi's headquarters. Then Xiao Molle's men moved forward and passed Guo Zhongyuan's men.
Zhang Chi rubbed his eyes, and when he was about to look again, Guo Zhongyuan stood in front of him with a golden knife.
"Can we still kill people?" Guo Zhongyuan asked.
Zhang Chi was furious. When I was chatting and laughing with Guo Shuai at the Xijunhe camp, you, Guo Zhongyuan, didn’t know where you were! How dare you ask such a question!
He shouted sternly: "Nonsense! Even if I'm asleep, with my eyes closed and snoring, I can still kill people!"
"Then use Jie Shuai's golden sword to supervise the formation!"
Guo Zhongyuan stuffed Zhang Chi's short sword back into the scabbard, and stuffed the golden sword into Zhang Chi's hand. He grabbed his palm and asked him to hold it tightly: "In this scene, Xiao Mo Le is in the lead, and I am second. You are the supervisor." Formation! Remember, those who hesitate will be beheaded! Those who look back will be beheaded! Those who retreat will be beheaded!"
Zhang Chi held the golden sword, but before he could answer, Guo Zhongyuan had already stepped forward.
Zhang Chi laughed twice and cursed a few more times.
He used all his strength and raised the golden sword above his head: "Did you hear that! Those who hesitate will be beheaded! Those who look back will be beheaded! Those who retreat will be beheaded!"
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