Shi Mobedie'er sneered repeatedly: "Zhao Yan, you are confused! Jata Lahun was slaughtered in front of our eyes. How can we not fight this battle?"
He placed the reins across the saddle bridge and began to tighten the shoulder armor, breastplate and arm guards: "Hurry up and send someone to inform the Mongolian nobles! We have to stay and fight! We have to fight hard!"
Having said this, Shi Mobedier waved his hands repeatedly, signaling several knights on good horses to set off immediately and turned back to report.
Yang Wan was about to stop him, but he didn't do it.
The knights galloped away.
Zhao Yan was stunned for a moment, then sighed.
He led the army to march this morning and was very tired after running for a long time. I did have a fever now, my face was flushed, and my brain was a little sluggish. Fortunately, this is not a difficult thing to figure out.
Last night, the three generals tricked Jata Lahun, and they all said they wanted to see how Jata Lahun died.
Over the years, the Dajin Dynasty has been weakened and the army has become loose. Hu Shahu, who was timid in the face of the enemy, has become the right deputy marshal. The junior officers below him have gone their own way and only care about maintaining their strength. Anyone can die, but you cannot die; it is really difficult and unavoidable, so I ask my comrades to go first.
If not, these people should have died heroically when the Mongolian army broke into Hebei. Why would they follow the new master?
Jata Lahun and his like, all they can think about is stepping on the three generals to climb up, they deserve to die. After this person died, the three generals Shi Shiran retreated. This is the natural principle.
But the Great Mongol Kingdom and the Great Jin Kingdom are different.
Their ideas are unlikely to be implemented.
If Mongolian Bai Hu Naminfu, who was in charge of the surrender, sent Jata Lahun to act alone, the purpose was just to confirm whether the army in front of him was Guo Ning's headquarters, and his mission had nothing to do with victory or defeat.
But he also asked three generals to lead his troops, and thousands of people followed. The purpose was not just to find out whether it was true or false. If it is false, that's fine; if it is true, the three generals and their troops must move forward bravely and entangle Guo Ning's main force so that the main force of the Mongolian army behind can respond in time!
In this regard, Naminfu didn't say much at all, because the Mongolian army was fierce and good at fighting, and they would kill the enemy when they saw it, so there was no need to say more. Since Shi Mobedie'er and others surrendered to Mongolia and followed them all the way from Hebei, they also understood the Mongolian routines very well.
The Mongols didn't care that the surrendered generals burned, killed, and looted, and even allowed the surrendered soldiers to act wantonly and let out their bestiality, because in the eyes of the Mongols, the surrendered generals were all dogs.
When it comes to giving meat and bones to dogs, the Mongolians are certainly generous and the dogs are comfortable enough. But if the prey appears and the dog does not take the initiative to move forward, then don’t blame the owner for killing the dog and eating its meat!
The Mongols became angry and really wanted to kill people!
Jatta Lahun died in front of the three generals. The enemy's ferociousness was extremely obvious. In all likelihood, it was Guo Ning's main force. If word spreads out if the news spreads, who will bear the wrath of Genghis Khan and the wrath of the fourth prince Tu Lei? Who can afford it?
Could it be Zhao Jin?
Zhao Yan himself is really not afraid of death, and even has some intentions to seek death. But don’t his clan members and relatives in Feihu want to live anymore?
He sneered a few times, took out the sword from its sheath, and then firmly inserted it back into the sheath.
"Fight! Why not fight!" Yang Wan gritted his teeth: "Such soldiers are among the best in Zhongdu City. I don't believe how many Guo Ning can pull out! There are only three to five hundred in front of me. It’s just people! If it’s doubled, so what if it’s a thousand? We have five thousand warriors, and some of them can fight... at least, entangling them won’t be a problem, right?”
Zhao Yan tried his best to cheer up: "If you just want to entangle, you have to withdraw your troops first! Gather the soldiers back, retreat here, and then set up defenses one by one along the high ground on both sides of the road, and then use small groups of elite soldiers behind to look for opportunities. Fight closely, taking turns to weaken the enemy's energy!"
Zhao Jin was young, led a heavy army, and was praised by Genghis Khan. He was by no means incompetent.
Including Yang Wan, Shi Mobedie'er and others, they are also capable generals. They slightly improved Zhao Yan's arrangements and immediately gave orders.
Then they discovered...
We can't withdraw our troops! The soldiers can't come back!
There was nothing wrong with their arrangement, but in the wilderness where the two armies were fighting, hundreds of people were already in a mess! Guo Ning's troops, with thundering drums, continuous horns, and dozens of military flags fluttering, kept moving forward like wildfire burning! Hundreds of soldiers under the banner of the army shouted loudly, waved their spears and spears, and rushed forward like a tide!
In the sight of the three generals, everyone in Guo Ning's unit was like a mad tiger, with flesh and blood flying everywhere and stumps everywhere. The lines of the two armies have become wedged into each other, forming at least seven or eight intersecting protrusions and gaps.
At the gap, the soldiers on both sides were pushing and jostling intensively, and they could no longer use their long spears. Everyone abandoned their spears and spears and used straight knives, iron rods and other weapons to engage in hand-to-hand combat. Metal and flesh collided with each other, corpses piled up on the ground, and the ground was slippery with blood. However, the military flags of Guo Ning's troops continued to approach, and the soldiers of the groups shouted wildly and fought fiercely, fighting to the death!
The officers and soldiers of the Ding Navy did not test the attack at all. They did not consider their own casualties at all, so they used their full strength from the beginning. Less than half a moment after the two sides engaged in battle, the intensity of the battle reached its limit.
At this time, if the enemy advances a few more steps, our own side will collapse. Any idea of turning around and regrouping in front of the enemy is simply a dream!
The two armies are at odds with each other, only you and me will live!
"How, how can you be so fierce!"
Shi Mobedie'er only felt a breath suffocating in his chest.
These people are indeed the elite soldiers under Guo Ning's command. They fought countless battles with the Mongolian army in Chang, Huan, and Fuzhou, and as expected, they were tempered into ruthless characters who dared to conquer mountains of corpses and seas of blood! The ferocity of their attack, the swiftness of their decision-making, and the crispness with which they entered the formation were all beyond ordinary people's imagination... That Guo Ning was indeed a vicious tiger, and even his men were also a group of vicious tigers!
"Stop talking about anything! Go into battle and resist! If you don't win, you will die!" Zhao Jin drew his sword and shouted.
"Follow me into battle! If you don't win, you will die!" Shi Mobedie'er and Yang Wan also shouted.
In such a fierce battle, it was like an invisible huge whirlpool spinning high in the sky above the battlefield, sucking out the physical strength and squeezing the lives of everyone on the battlefield. In this environment, ordinary soldiers can only let their frantic emotions control their bodies, slash with all their strength once or twice, and then they become weak and killed.
The more experienced soldiers can persist for more than ten breaths in this environment. If you cooperate with your colleagues to cover each other and fight for each other's rest time, you can last until thirty breaths or even longer.
And Xiao Mole has been rushing to the front!
He goes on a rampage, killing everyone on sight, and is unstoppable.
From the outside, everyone thinks that Xiao Du will be brave and good at fighting, like an unquenchable fire on the battlefield. But Xiao Mole knew that he had long wanted to die.
At the end of the Ming Dynasty, all the friends who were signed to the northern Xinjiang with Xiao Moule died. Those brothers who had faced ferocious beasts together, beaten deer and roe deer together, and sang and danced around the campfire, all died.
In the third year of Da'an, Xiao Mo Le's Khitan village in the northeastern hinterland was also burned to ashes by the Mongols. Xiao Mole's parents and family members were also dead.
After learning the news, Xiao Mo Le couldn't sleep all night long. As soon as he closed his eyes, he thought of his father's old face, his mother's wrinkled hands, his little sister's giggle, her soft arms and legs, and the fang string hanging on his little brother's chest...every time Each fang was accumulated by Xiao Mo Le little by little!
Xiao Mo Le wanted to die at that time.
It was Han Renqing, a veteran soldier from Changzhou, who took Xiao Molle into custody on the battlefield where corpses were strewn, and fed him a whole bag of spirits to cheer him up. But later, Han Renqing also died.
Han Renqing entrusted Xiao Molele to Guo Ning. Guo Ning was very kind to him.
The people in Xiao Mo Le were busy with military affairs in front of them, as if they had nothing to worry about, but in fact, he no longer wanted to live. In Haicang Town, he delayed arranging Yinhu because he was busy with military affairs, and also because he didn't care at all. What would a Yinhu do for someone who could die at any time?
Xiao MoLe roared loudly and fought to his heart's content. In such a killing field, he saw the pigs and dogs dying one by one in front of him, and felt happy. The Imperial Court of Dajin is nothing, but so many good men died on the battlefield thousands of miles behind the Monan Mountains, so many people died on the border, and their bodies are still hard to find... Why do you pigs and dogs live!
Kill you! Kill you!
Xiao Mo Le was like this, and who of the defeated soldiers who retreated from northern Xinjiang were not like this? It’s just a matter of degree! The more frenzied the battlefield, the more satisfied the soldiers were. On the battlefield, they temporarily forgot the pain and were controlled by the beast-like murderous intent!
kill! kill! kill!
Xiao Moule roared wildly and hit his opponent's head with Bulu in his right hand.
Although protected by a helmet, the huge force still shattered the skull. The opponent's eyeballs suddenly bulged, and blood spattered from the eye sockets.
Xiao Molele moved away from the approaching corpse and strode forward.
Later in the battle, Yang Wan sent his trusted soldiers to the front one by one, but they died immediately and could only barely maintain the situation. He asked in a trembling voice: "Who is this person? Could he be Monk Luo? Or Li Ting?"
Xiao MoLe once again broke through a group, and ran into the spearmen in front who were barely maintaining their formation. As soon as Xiao MoLe came close, he stabbed with his spear, which immediately triggered a burst of screams and puffs around him. The sound of the tip of the gun entering flesh.
Xiao MoLe hooked a spear with Blue's hook and rushed to the vicinity. The Jurchen holding the gun did not give in. Instead, he exerted his strength and collided with Xiao Mo Le with his shoulder. Although he staggered back, he still held the gun in both hands.
It was an old Jurchen, with a stooped body and a fierce light in her eyes. This old Jurchen soldier is probably the last generation of Jurchens with outstanding blood and courage. Judging from his age of forty or fifty, although his physical strength is weak, his combat experience is still there.
He waved to Xiao MoLe and smiled provocatively.
Xiao MoLe shouted and rushed forward.
But just as he charged forward, the formation of Jurchen spearmen who were thrown behind collapsed. Dozens or hundreds of people followed, shouting wildly and swarming to one place, poking and slashing with various weapons.
In this environment, there is no way to choose an opponent, no way to display fighting skills, blood mist is floating in the sky, and it is even impossible to distinguish between friend and foe.
Everyone just relied on instinct, waving their weapons as fast as possible, blocking or slashing their opponents with luck. Xiao Molle's blue broke at some point. He grabbed a broken straight knife and continued to chop randomly. Some people even lost their weapons and punched, collided, and even opened their mouths to bite!
The old Jurchen died somewhere, and Xiao Mo Le had no strength left.
More than half of the three hundred elite soldiers who were trapped with him had been lost by this time. The enemy's ranks were scattered by them, but they had no energy left to continue the attack.
He wiped off the flesh and blood on his face and corners of his mouth, turned to look at the arrow nailed to his armor that had not yet been pulled out, and said with a smile: "Kill with pleasure!"
Zhao Jin and other three generals' troops originally numbered more than 7,000 people. The five-day attack on Zichuan City was said to be brutal, but only more than a thousand were injured. But in today's battle with Ding Haijun, Zhao Jin and other generals had sent law enforcement teams to suppress the wavering of the soldiers. However, within two moments, the army retreated for more than a mile, leaving behind almost a thousand corpses!
What a fierce battle!
It has reached the final moment, and the winner is about to be decided!
Zhao Jin shouted in a hissing voice: "At one go, it goes down again, then it goes down three times, and it's all gone! The enemy is powerless! Hold on!"
The dozen or so officers under his command all shouted wildly: "Hold on! Hold on! Fight this guy off and we will win!"
On the battlefield, the north wind roared past, blowing the robes of thousands of soldiers, blowing the curled flags of hunting, and merged with the roaring sound of drums and horns. The ten small phalanxes directly led by Guo Zhongyuan were never in chaos, but followed Xiao Mo Le solemnly, maintaining a distance of fifty steps from the battlefield.
He vaguely heard the enemy's shouts, and couldn't help but sneer: "One big effort, then another, and three times it's all gone?"
joke. Our army still has strength left!
These high-ranking officers don't know that ordinary people can go crazy if they are pushed to the extreme. At this point in the fighting, Guo Zhongyuan's troops actually suffered far more casualties than those of the three generals. Guo Zhongyuan had less than 1,500 fresh troops around him, but he was absolutely confident of victory.
Because these soldiers had witnessed the fierce battle ahead, they had all become ferocious. When these people enter the battlefield, they gallop like wild beasts, capable of winning!
Before today, Guo Zhongyuan could only lead a hundred people to fight. The battle in front of him was the largest battle he had ever commanded in his life. He knew that some people were dissatisfied and had doubts, and he even knew why Guo Ning used him. Because Guo Ning believes that he dares to pay the price, dare to fight tough battles, and dare to make extraordinary achievements!
Then make a great contribution and dedicate it to Guo Jieshuai!
Just as he was about to give the order, there was the sound of footsteps behind him. It turned out that Zhang Chi arrived limping.
"If you don't go to supervise the formation, what are you doing here?"
"Monitoring the formation is nothing. What else is there to monitor at this time?"
Zhang Chi took two breaths, spit out bloody saliva, and handed the golden sword back to Guo Zhongyuan with both hands: "The enemy thought we had no strength left... That was precisely the time when they were most easily shaken! Our entire army pressed forward, with one breath, Kill them!"
"good taste!"
Guo Zhongyuan laughed, took the golden sword, and urged his horse forward: "Kill with me! Kill them all in one breath!"
"Follow General Guo! Follow General Guo! Kill them!" The officers were shouting, the original prisoners were shouting, and the strong men were also shouting. Their shouts and footsteps merged into a wave, roaring among the swaggering military flags.
In the enemy formation, Zhao Jin and other three generals all looked pale.
Look, look! Does this mean there is no spare energy?
Shi Mobedie'er had just approached the enemy in person, but he was stabbed under his ribs, and the wound about a foot long was dripping with blood. He raised his head in a daze and cursed loudly: "Did you hear me calling General Guo? You are all stupid pigs! Who can resist this evil tiger? Run away..."
Before he could say anything, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that Yang Wan was already riding away.
The three generals' troops were immediately defeated.
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