Guo Ning's troops expanded sharply after hearing about the Mongolian army's attack. But expanding the army is not easy. If it is done too fast, it will inevitably lead to indigestion, which will instead reduce the combat effectiveness of the army.
The method Guo Ning adopted was to gather prisoners and strong men together, upgrade the old soldiers by one or two levels, and transfer them to serve as generals, fifty-man commanders, and ten-man commanders. By manning sufficient officers, the army can be forcibly formed to supervise training and operations. Zhang Chi's army was thus expanded.
Xiao Mo Le is the general directly under Guo Ning. His subordinates have not been expanded and are entirely composed of old soldiers. Although there are only three hundred in number, they are all elites who have been refined into steel. They are the best at attacking difficulties and dare to fight tough battles.
Before a fight, ordinary soldiers would have cold hands and feet, shortness of breath, and be overwhelmed with nervousness. But not these veterans.
They dispersed into many small teams, walked through the many small square formations at Guo Zhongyuan's headquarters, and rushed to the front to form the formation.
When passing by Zhang Chi's scattered queue, most of them were silent. Some of them whispered a few words of praise, or took out the linen cloth prepared in advance from their arms and threw it to the seriously injured soldiers.
When passing through Guo Zhongyuan's headquarters, their steps were calm and brisk, and some even whistled.
Not all the soldiers of Guo Zhongyuan's headquarters were on the battlefield in the previous battles, and the number of casualties was not high. But the mental state of the recruits was not very good. As the veterans walked, they heard experienced officers shouting at the soldiers in the small phalanx.
"Aren't you full? Your hands are weak, aren't you? Stand up your spear, you idiot!"
"What are you doing? I said raise the gun, not the shield? This is a ten-pound regiment sign. Now lift it so high. Damn it, will you still have the strength for a while? Wait until the enemy arrows fall before lifting it!"
"Don't look to the left or right, look forward! Don't be afraid, and don't move! Unless you are tired of living and want to die, just go back. When the military law team comes up, you will die the fastest!"
"What are you afraid of? You idiot, are you living a comfortable life?"
The officers were all newly promoted and were originally colleagues of the veterans, so the veterans also shouted a few words.
These people are not polite at all. They speak obscene words mixed with traces of dialects from various places. They mock the recruits for their nervousness and lack of knowledge in various ways. They regard a small fight between three to five thousand people as a big war. .
Others laughed wildly and tried to discredit their former colleagues: "Don't panic, kid! When you went to the battlefield for the first time, you were so scared that you pooped in your crotch... You are better than him! Hahahaha!"
After being scolded by them so noisily, the morale of the ordinary soldiers actually increased.
And the old pawns moved on.
In the past few years, the power of the Mongols has grown greatly, and it has become normal for many tribes around the grasslands and even the generals in the Kingdom of Jin to surrender.
But Xiao Mole's veterans would not be like this. Most of these veterans from northern Xinjiang have a blood feud with the Mongols. They regarded their old companions who surrendered to the Mongols as traitors, full of contempt and hatred.
How can any warrior on the battlefield survive on his own? Everyone is on the battlefield, facing beast-like enemies, watching swords and guns piercing their bodies, watching arrows falling from the sky, and flesh and blood flying around them. The only people they can rely on are their companions, and only those who are willing to die with them. Robe Ze.
Precisely because Paoze is the most trustworthy, Paoze's betrayal is the most unforgivable.
What's more, this betrayal is not only against the living soldiers, but also against the countless dead who died on the battlefield!
Just like the two or three thousand people in front of me...
If you become a Mongolian dog, can you treat your old companions as dog food? They are getting closer and closer, look at how ridiculous their ferocious faces are!
Xiao Molele didn't pay attention to his own queue at all, he just roared forward loudly. He is really experienced in many battles, and so are his companions. There is no need to think too much about preparations for battle, and they will naturally cooperate closely. At this time, all he could think about was to crush the enemy army and let all these traitors die!
Xiao Molele jumped out of the queue first, and three hundred people formed a formation and moved forward.
At the same time, the remnants of Jatta Lahun's troops ran away and bumped into the reinforcements. Then they seemed to have gained courage, and they actually got together with the reinforcements and turned back to charge.
The distance between the two sides quickly shortened to less than a hundred steps. Each other could hear the running footsteps of the soldiers on the opposite side, and saw the light reflected from the forest-like weapons on the opposite side.
Looking from the direction of the enemy's army, although Xiao Molle's troops were small, their momentum was not inferior at all. Although there were only three hundred of them, they were all soldiers. They all wore iron leaf helmets with long eaves around them and heavy armor. When they ran, the armor leaves vibrated and made a dull clanging sound.
This equipment was naturally stolen from Zhongdu by Guo Ning. Guo Ning's direct subordinates are all armed to the teeth with Daikin's best equipment. If armor skirts, greaves, iron masks, etc. were not too bulky, each of them could dress up as an iron pagoda!
The originally aggressive enemy suddenly stopped for a moment. Those inexperienced soldiers were still eager to run neatly. Relying on the power of the Mongols, they were full of confidence. But some veterans knew how powerful it was. In their eyes, the frivolity of looking at prey instantly faded away, and their expressions suddenly became cold.
Further back, Yang Wan exclaimed in a low voice: "This is the elite! This is the elite of the Jin Army!"
Zhao Yan couldn't help but said: "The enemy's army has strict discipline, fights bravely, and is well-equipped... In Shandong, it seems that only Guo Ning's main force of Dinghai Navy can do this!"
He turned around and asked Yang Wan: "Do you want to fight this battle?"
And Shi Mobedie'er casually summoned a follower: "Call Jata Lahun back first! His soldiers will die if they go up!"
This is true, but it is nonsense. The two armies are still approaching each other, how can they retreat?
Xiao Mo Le's breathing started to become heavy. After all, he had twenty or thirty kilograms of weight on him. Running so far in one breath took a lot of energy. And his attention became more and more focused, and he no longer had time to pay attention to the cheering shouts from behind.
The enemy's arrows fell. He blocked as much as possible with the buckler held tightly in his left hand, and blocked three heavy arrows. The impact of the arrows shook his arms violently every time, and the leather tape he held made his palms ache.
A companion next to him groaned and fell to the ground. The soldiers at the back immediately came up to fill the gap in the first row.
Forty steps, thirty steps, twenty steps! Almost at this moment, Xiao Molle and his companions flew at full speed. Many people threw their off-hand weapons hanging at their waists while flying.
At this distance, a thrown dagger, hand axe, or short lance is almost impossible to dodge. A dozen enemy soldiers directly opposite Xiao Molle fell down in the blink of an eye, and the originally dense queue suddenly became sparse. The soldiers in iron armor poured into the enemy ranks like a torrent of steel.
Xiao Molele's movements were slightly slower than those of his companions.
He is a cavalry commander, he has excellent skills on horseback, is good at shooting with his ape-arm, and can shoot left and right bows, but his level of foot combat is inferior. But he was half a step behind now, but it was because of his intention.
He had been waiting for this opportunity when the enemy's queue thinned out, because once the queue thinned out, the enemy generals hiding in the rear cover would be exposed.
He had already spotted the strong Jurchen.
The first batch of enemies killed earlier were those who obeyed the command of the Jurchen. I heard that this guy was originally the guard of Jeju, Shandong. What's his name? Jia, his name is hard to pronounce.
This man's troops were killed by Zhang Chi, but he did not run away. When he saw the reinforcements coming, he actually dared to turn back and fight again...Does this mean he thought he would not die? Still look down on me, Xiao Mo Le?
Things like pigs and dogs... The first person I want to kill is you!
After the companions came into close combat with the enemy, their pace slowed down a little. Xiao Mo Le took this opportunity to move half of his body forward. He touched his right hand to his waist, and a strange-shaped weapon appeared in his hand.
This weapon is called Blue, it is more than two feet long, looks like a sickle, and looks like a curved thigh bone at one end. The material is hard wood, with a heavy iron bump on the front end.
Mongolians hunt in the grassland every day and often throw bulu to knock down their prey. Many Mongolian Aljinchis use Buru equipped with a chain hammer as a meteor hammer.
In his early years, Xiao Molle was fighting in northern Xinjiang and captured a handful of Bru from a Mongolian warrior. In order to show off his bravery, Xiao Moule specially asked someone to find colorful ribbons and tie them on the handle of Bru for decoration. Now that several years have passed, the color of the ribbon has been worn to the point where the color cannot be seen clearly, and the iron bump on the top of the blue is soaked in layers of blood and has turned jet black.
Xiao Mo Le has worked hard to practice the skills of throwing and using blue to fight.
This customary weapon used by Mongolians for hunting on horseback, whether thrown or used as a melee weapon for fighting, requires the integration of strength, speed, dexterity and accuracy, and it also requires the cooperation of horseback skills. At this moment, the Xiao Mo Le people are on the ground, so their power is inevitably slightly inferior, but it is enough!
Xiao Mo Le roared, his strength started from his feet, traveled to his waist, reached his gut, and waved his arms. Blue whirled and roared, drawing an arc like a black wind passing several feet.
There was just a bang, and the curved end of Blue's head hit Jatta's eyebrows diagonally.
When he was hit, Jatalahun was distracted.
He regretted that he should not have acted as a vanguard so foolishly, but he also looked forward to using the strength of Yang Wan and other three generals to defeat the enemy in front of him as soon as possible. Then I have to think of a way to say it in front of the Mongolian nobles, but I can't weaken my prestige...
At this time Blue penetrated.
The iron lump as big as a child's fist shattered the brim of the iron helmet, and even the half-foot-long wooden handle did not enter Jata Lahun's head.
Jata Lahun didn't feel any pain, but felt that one side of his head suddenly became heavy, and no matter how hard he applied force on his neck, he could not regain his balance.
He staggered a few steps sideways, and then he found a thick wooden handle swinging at the corner of his forehead, causing the forehead bone and skull to rub against each other, making a strange clicking sound. He raised his hand and pulled hard twice, but he couldn't pull it off, and all his limbs refused to obey his orders.
When Jata Lahun fell to the ground with a thud, Xiao Moule ran into the crowd like a tiger. He put his foot on Jata Lahun's neck, then pulled out the blue and swung it, knocking over a Jurchen who rushed to protect him.
The Khitans who worked for Han'er shouted wildly and led their men to smash through the defense line of the Jurchens who worked for the Mongols. And pushed the Jurchens to run away with all their strength. Hundreds of soldiers took advantage of this momentum to charge towards the troops further behind.
In the direction of their assault, Zhao Quan asked the other two generals impatiently: "Do you want to fight this battle? Tell me!"
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