"Failed! Defeated!"
The soldiers behind the formation threw down their weapons, stepped over the discarded flags, and ran wildly.
The soldiers in the front team who were still supporting took a chance and looked back. Their legs immediately became weak and they shouted in panic: "The general has run away! The general has run away!"
The more fierce and brave officers yelled: "Don't run! Stop and fight!"
Before he could finish his words, Xiao Mo Le rushed towards him with an arrow, using both arms at the same time, he slashed horizontally with his sword.
At this time, the weapon in his hand was changed to a long knife with a ring around the head and a spine. The heavy blade cut into the officer's helmet, taking away half of his head horizontally, just like opening a steaming white porcelain tea cup.
As soon as the officer fell, dozens of soldiers around him fled.
When they fled, there were no more companions on the battlefield who insisted on fighting. The ferocious animal nature faded from their bodies, and it seemed that in an instant, these soldiers turned back into gray-haired old men or young men with immature faces. Facing the fierce offensive of Guo Zhongyuan's troops, they were like trembling lambs, being killed in rows.
Such a scene suddenly made Xiao Mole feel uninterested.
He stood up straight and looked around. The wind blew across the wilderness, the sun was shining, and the armor of many people reflected the light, which was a bit dazzling. Countless enemies swayed and fled in front of him, like floods that had opened their gates, or like pigs and sheep without the ability to resist.
In the back row of one's own army, more and more soldiers formed small teams and launched pursuits, killing the lagging enemies like felling trees. The enemy troops did not dare to stop and resist, but ran as hard as they could, still colliding with each other, trampling them to death and leaving a mess on the ground.
He exhaled heavily and suddenly felt pain all over his body. He threw the long knife away and walked back.
How energetic and fierce he was in the battle, and how tired he felt now. Xiao Molele walked a few steps, took a breath, and wandered for a while before arriving at the ruins of a collapsed village house more than a hundred steps behind.
The village house was originally controlled by an elite group of enemy troops. When Guo Zhongyuan led his troops forward, he smashed their defenses, captured this place, and repelled two counterattacks in succession. The change of hands of the ruins here may be one of the key points of the entire battle.
At this moment, Guo Zhongyuan had just sent out several teams of soldiers responsible for the pursuit.
After this fight, he roared so much that his voice became completely hoarse. You Meng brought him a skin bag filled with water. He opened the skin bag, took small sips, and then stuffed a small piece of scone into his mouth. But sometimes, he would suddenly become nauseous and spit out the water he drank, which was a sign of physical and mental exhaustion.
Not far from him, Zhang Chi sat motionless with his head lowered.
Xiao Molele waved his hand to Zhang Chi, but Zhang Chi didn't respond. After walking a few more steps, I saw that the side of Zhang Chi's eye socket had been stabbed so deeply by a stray arrow that the arrow cluster could no longer be pulled out, so the arrow shaft had to be cut off first. He wrapped a ball of linen cloth around the exposed short arrow shaft and covered the wound, while blood slowly oozed out from the wound, and transparent body fluids soaked into the linen cloth and flowed along his arm.
Someone beside me said in a trembling voice: "It's okay, it's okay, the bleeding will stop soon."
The rest of the people around him were very depressed. Everyone knew that Zhang Chi would most likely not survive. This moment may be his last period of time, and no one dares to disturb him.
Further back, there were soldiers walking scatteredly on the battlefield. Experienced officers shouted, leading the soldiers to look through the corpses, and ordered some soldiers who had no blood on their hands to apply wounds to the injured enemies.
Some injured enemy soldiers were stabbed, but they may not die immediately. They wailed like ghosts and wolves, or cursed and insulted wildly. It was not until the soldiers, urged by the officers' curses, slashed a second time or even a third time that the human voices suddenly stopped.
There were also some enemy soldiers hiding among the corpses and pretending to be dead. When the soldiers who were finishing the attack approached, they jumped out of the pile of corpses and ran wildly, and then were shot by arrows and turned into hedgehogs.
There were also a large number of corpses of our own soldiers scattered on the battlefield.
Of course, Ding Haijun won this battle, but during the stalemate between the two sides, Ding Haijun actually suffered many more casualties than the enemy. Because many soldiers have not received sufficient military training, and the entire army cannot cooperate closely, the stalemate situation is completely created at the cost of human lives.
In order to win, Guo Zhongyuan was unreasonable and showed no concern for the lives of his soldiers, which resulted in this situation. In fact, if the enemy persists for a while, they might win.
Fortunately, there are no ifs.
The weather had cooled down by now and disposing of the body was not a priority. Only a small number of soldiers were slowly digging holes next to the village houses. Strictly speaking, it didn't make any difference whether they dug holes or not. In the end, there would always be wild dogs and other beasts, as well as crows and eagles coming to feast.
Xiao Molele suddenly noticed that an acquaintance was being carried by two soldiers.
"etc!"
He shouted, took a few steps forward, and found that the person being carried was indeed Xu Gou'er, his own shady house.
Xiao Mo Le remembered that Xu Gou'er had a lame mother-in-law, a younger brother Xu Zhu'er, and two daughters. This man is very good at farming and has many ideas. That day, Guo Jieshuai ordered him to join the army, and he was also the first to respond.
However, this man is dead now. There was a long wound on his chest and abdomen. The wound was so deep that his internal organs could be seen. The two soldiers carried him unceremoniously, shaking him so hard that his internal organs almost came out.
Xiao Mo Le said in a deep voice: "Be careful!"
The two soldiers nodded repeatedly and walked away awkwardly.
Xiao Mo Le didn't pay much attention. Back then, when he was struggling in the bitter cold of Northeast China, he had eaten dead human flesh. But this time there were too many dead and wounded soldiers, and placing them better would help boost the morale of the remaining troops.
"General Guo! General Xiao! We have captured a high official!"
The sound of horse hooves in the distance was the return of the first cavalry sent in pursuit.
The cavalry officer dismounted with a loud voice and dragged down from his deputy a young man who was tied with a horse's girdle.
The officer's actions were very rough and he threw the young man to the ground. The young man's face hit the gravel on the ground. The linen wrapping his face burst and began to bleed. The young man did not struggle to get up, but just lay there with his face on the ground.
"Who is this?" Guo Zhongyuan asked softly.
"General Guo, I heard from the prisoners that this man is a close associate of the Black Tartar Khan, named Zhao Yan... He was originally the guard general of Feihu Pass, and he was also the enemy general who came to attack this time!" the cavalry officer said proudly. Authentic: "There are a few of this guy's men who dare to fight. It took us a lot of effort to catch him!"
Guo Zhongyuan nodded, but before he said anything, Zhao Yan suddenly turned over and narrowed his eyes to look at Guo Zhongyuan.
"General Guo? Are you not Guo Ning?"
"There is nothing better than a bull's-eye to kill a chicken. To deal with people like you, I am enough. I am the third general under Guo Jiedu, Guo Zhongyuan."
"Is this really the case?" Zhao Jin laughed bitterly: "You are not Guo Ning, and you are not the main force of the Ding Navy. We have been deceived?"
"That's right. Most of us are the new soldiers recruited by Guo Jieshuai in Laizhou."
The last bit of Zhao Yan's energy and energy was drained away.
He was defeated by a group of soldiers... He fell to the ground and looked at the dark sky.
Someone picked off Zhao Jin's head with his hand and carefully studied the injury on his cheek: "This guy looks seriously injured, but it is an old injury and is almost healed. I think we might as well send him back to Laizhou to ask for merit." .”
It turns out that it is not easy to die. I didn't die when I defended against the Mongols at Feihu Pass, I didn't die when I attacked Lizhou, and I didn't die when I attacked Zizhou. He fought for the Mongols for several months, his hands were stained with blood, but he remained alive. Now, he has to bear the humiliation of being defeated by an unknown general, and then being transported to the enemy's base camp for others to point out!
I, Zhao Jin, have been practicing literature and martial arts since I was a child, and I am determined to make great achievements. I am famous for my books and books. That day at Feihu Pass, I surrendered to the Mongols. It was to preserve his usefulness, and also to preserve the lives of his companions, with the intention of pursuing big things in the future. As a result, is this what we get?
Ridiculous and deplorable.
Zhao Yan suddenly laughed. He laughed, gasped, and hissed: "Then you are dead.".
"What did you say, bitch?" an officer was taken aback and roared angrily.
"You are dead!" Zhao Yan said with a smile: "You pretended to be Guo Ning's main force, and you pretended to be very successful. But no matter what Guo Ning wants to do, you people are just bait! The more you pretend to be, The faster you die! The elite cavalry of the Mongolian army will arrive soon! You are dead! You cannot resist the elite of the Great Mongolia no matter what! You are finished!"
He yelled at the top of his lungs: "I'm telling you! You are all finished!"
Many soldiers came to see Guo Zhongyuan.
"Kill him quickly! Hurry!" Guo Zhongyuan waved his hand.
A soldier came up quickly, took out a short knife from his waist, and drew it on Zhao Jin's neck. Zhao Jin only yelled but did not struggle.
The next moment, he couldn't breathe. He felt a coldness on his neck, his body slowly stiffened, and his eyes slowly turned dark.
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