Wen Qian is not young, but he is still in good health and has rich battlefield experience. Although he is not an extremely outstanding player, he will not be easily overwhelmed by a Mongolian war slave.
However, in the past two years, due to a lot of trouble, his hair began to thin, and his eyebrows fell out a lot. When the two armies clashed with each other in front of the formation, sweat flowed and soaked into his eyes through his eyebrows. It immediately made his eyes sore and he couldn't help but blink.
"Kill!" Qian Buhua seized this opportunity, held the gun in both hands, and stabbed forward.
Now it was Wen Qian's turn and he couldn't react in time. Fortunately, the man next to him swooped over, blocked the attack with his shield, and swung the gun blade away. The sword and shield hand beside Qian Buhua immediately followed up and slashed Nong Cong's body with his sword.
There was a clanging sound, and the blade bounced off the shoulder armor, but Xicong staggered a few steps, and before he could twist his waist to block, the shield hand swung the knife and slashed again, this time hitting Xin Cong's face, sending him flying. A piece of neck protector and a large piece of flesh.
Wen Qian couldn't care less about rescuing Nicong. He stepped back continuously, swinging his spear at the same time, spacing out unspent jabs. After taking a few steps back, he bumped into another soldier on his back. Wen Qian took the opportunity to stand firm and confront Qian Buhua again.
As the fire flashed, his subordinate was slashed by the enemy one after another. The trachea was probably cut off quickly, so there was no cry of pain, only the hissing sound of air or blood flow.
This small sound was drowned in the terrifying screams of hundreds of people. In the narrow and changeable corridor terrain under the towering rocks, spears stabbed desperately, and straight knives waved wildly, as if cutting light and shadow. In an instant, dozens of corpses lay on the ground.
Both armies were very good at fighting. Every soldier is a leader in the army, with outstanding combat experience and skills. But I have to admit that those Mongolian war slaves seemed to be more cruel and fierce.
Perhaps they suffered too much humiliation in the Mongolian army, so they released all the fury in their hearts on the battlefield.
At this time, Hu Ga led hundreds of people to climb up from the steeper area on the side of the slope. They also poured into the battlefield and killed many people.
Wen Qian's troops became increasingly clumsy on the left and right, unable to support themselves against the enemy, and retreated into the depths of the reef in embarrassment.
Now that the situation has opened up, Naminfu and several Mongolian households have also begun to take action. Because the attack was from the rear, the Mongols dismounted their horses and wore broad-rimmed daggers. Batu Lu in the team, that is, the warrior who dared to die, was holding a long sword in front, and his followers were following behind with torches. They surged up the slope on foot like a huge wave rolling.
The roar of the Mongols rolled through the reefs and was distorted into a sharp roar by the wild rocks and narrow passages.
As Wen Qian hurried back, his ears were filled with this horrible sound. He was breathing heavily and yelling to an officer. The officer was also frightened by the whistling sound and could not hear Wen Qian's words for a while, with a confused expression on his blood-stained face.
Wen Qian cursed, grabbed the officer's shoulders and shook him hard, pointed to a high place and said, "That's it! Throw down the fireball! Hurry up!"
The officer quickly took out the bone whistle from his waist and blew it hard.
As soon as the bone whistle sounded, dozens of black spherical objects were suddenly thrown out from the top of the densely packed reef.
Each of the spherical objects was as big as two people hugging each other, but they were not very heavy. They were flecked with sparks of fire and were blown crookedly by the sea breeze in the air. They would bounce back when they landed on the ground.
At the same time, the flames suddenly shot up, igniting the entire sphere and illuminating the surrounding area.
It turned out to be balls made of hay bales.
In the army, hay is readily available, as are firewood and grease.
Weapons made from hay, firewood, grease and other materials, called fireballs, are commonly used in the army and are easy to purchase. Previously, when Guo Ning kidnapped King Wanyan Xun in Hejian Suning, he used fireballs to break through the vehicle formation defense set up by Wu Yanweike.
Wen Qian rushed to the slope to help defend. He stayed in front and delayed for a while, while his companions acted quickly behind them and made dozens of fireballs.
At this time, these fireballs fell from high places. Some were blocked in the gaps between the rocks and burned fiercely, while some were rolling along the slopes.
Unfortunately, the fireball poses little danger to the attacker.
The Mongolian army war slaves among the rocks are themselves good players in the Jin army. How can they not be familiar with these weapons?
Many people with spears and spears stretched out their spears and directly blocked the fireball. Even if the fireball burns violently and blocks the way forward, it can only hinder it for a while. Hay burns quickly, so just wait patiently. Even if the smoke is choking, it can be tolerated.
Some of the brave ones even used their guns to lift the fireball and threw it behind the rocks, causing their companions to laugh wildly.
And those fireballs rolling along the slope had no obvious effect.
Ordinary people or civil servants would be panicked when they saw the sudden surge of flames, but the Mongols would not. They had fought against Dajin for many years and were well-informed, so they dispersed the queue very calmly and allowed the fireball to continue rolling.
The loose ball of grass continued to accelerate, and instantly crossed the Mongolian queue, crackling, dragging out lines of igniting fire, and went downwards.
At this time, the sound of arrows breaking through the wind was heard in the air again. It was the war slaves who were drawing their bows to shoot at the top of the reef.
A man was about to push down the second fireball, but was shot in the face. A wide cluster of arrows penetrated into his brain from between his eyes. He screamed and fell from a height, and his body fell in front of Wen Qian. The stench of blood and feces and urine rose at the same time.
Wen Qian and others continued to retreat, stepping over the corpses, passing through the reef community, and gradually retreated towards the pier at the highest point of the slope.
"General, this is useless!" the officer who blew the bone whistle trembled: "The Mongols are catching up!"
Wen Qian wiped the sweat from his forehead and said calmly: "We'll see later."
Their line of sight has been blocked by the rocks, and they can't actually see anything.
The companions on the left and right looked confused, but they didn't know what to do, so they could only follow Wen Qian and hurry up. Looking in the direction of the pier, a group of strong men arrived with simple spears and spears. The leader said in a loud voice: "General Wendu, can you repel the Mongols?"
Wen Qian opened his mouth, and when he was about to say a few words to encourage morale, he suddenly burst into laughter.
He said, "Listen."
Below the slope, the sound of horses neighing wildly could be heard.
The leader of the strong men listened attentively, not knowing why. The soldiers around Wen Qian were all smiling: "It's burning! Their horses were frightened!"
Seeing that the Mongolian army had an advantage on the slope, they immediately mobilized hundreds of elite troops to dismount and attack on foot.
Because of the urgent military situation, a large number of war horses were not taken away, but gathered below the slope under the supervision of herdsmen.
Horses are very keen animals. Their senses of smell and hearing are excellent, and they can sense danger extremely quickly. An ordinary horse needs a long period of training to fully adapt to the noisy and dangerous battlefield. At least it is willing to obey the rider's command instead of running wildly based on instinct.
Therefore, the Mongolian army obviously has millions of good horses. When they attacked the northern border herding station of the Kingdom of Jin last year and the year before last, they still captured hundreds of thousands of horses as a major result. This is all because the truly well-trained war horses are nowhere to be found. They are all strategic materials.
But at this moment, dozens of huge fireballs rolled in from the high slopes, bringing huge heat and pungent smell, as well as the unique crackling sound of burning firewood...
Every Mongolian is the best rider. If the rider is there, he can probably calm the nervous horse. But now, the riders are not here, and the horses' increasingly urgent neighing still fails to get a response from the riders...
The fireball got closer and closer, and the horses were finally frightened. They jumped and neighed, became confused, and began to bite the reins bundled together, trying to run away. They bite their companions and try to leave the depression where the horses gather. They will even raise their upper bodies and slam into the whip-wielding slaves with their iron hooves.
In an instant, the fireball hit several horses. The burning grease stuck to the horse's body, causing it to neigh in agony. This sound fell into the ears of the other horses, immediately increasing their frenzy tenfold.
Naminfu and others who were halfway up the climb saw this situation.
Several Mongolians simply ignored the battle and ran downwards.
Naminfu cursed in anger.
He knew very well that the war slaves led by Qian Buhua and Hu Ga at the front already had the advantage. At this time, with one hard attack, they might be able to occupy the entire high ground and open a gap in the enemy's defense circle. This will definitely be a credit greatly appreciated by the Fourth Prince.
But……
As a member of a hundred households, it is inevitable to weigh two aspects in some matters.
What was disturbed and set on fire below was a precious war horse! If something happens to those horses, the entire household cannot afford it!
If there are no horses, how can we fight the next battle? The Mongols are a nation on horseback, and they simply cannot imagine the situation without their war horses. And horses are the friends and family of the Mongols, and they can't bear the end of their horses being burned by fire!
"Half of us will go back to put out the fire! The rest will continue to follow me!" Naminfu made up his mind.
But as soon as he finished speaking, many Mongolians turned around and left, just like the ebbing tide.
This situation was immediately seen by the war slaves on the high slope. In the night, they couldn't see the specific troop deployment. They only knew one thing: "The Mongolian gentlemen have withdrawn their troops!"
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