Inside the fort, along the inner circle of the fort wall, a plank road was newly laid from the bottom to the top. They all use wooden boards one palm thick and two feet wide, enough to run a horse.
Guo Ning walked down the plank road.
He did not walk very fast, occasionally stopping for a moment and opening his arms so that the servants who could catch up with him at a trot would put on his armor.
Although Guo Ning achieved Jiedushi, he did not switch to more exquisite and gorgeous armor.
He is a warrior who goes into battle to fight, not a nobleman who hides in a safe place to strategize and pride himself on himself. Therefore, the armor is still the one he usually wears, the phoenix-winged helmet and the green velvet armor. Although the blades of the armor are well maintained, it is obvious that the old ones are old and new. The new armor blades can be seen clearly, while the old armor blades are covered with traces of cuts, axes and chisels.
In addition to the armor, he wore a gray military uniform with a coiled collar and narrow sleeves. The military uniform is still new and has been washed many times, but the blood color is still visible.
The entire set of armor weighs tens of kilograms, and with the matching three-layer cowhide lining, iron mesh arm guards, etc., it weighs another ten kilograms. For ordinary people wearing such armor, it would be difficult to even move. With Guo Ning dressed neatly, his figure is still strong and strong, but his steps are inevitably heavy, and his leather boots make a muffled sound when they step on the thick wooden boards.
"Boom, boom."
Luo Monk, Li Ting and other important generals followed Guo Ning closely. They are all veteran generals, and there is no need to give any more instructions at this time. Everyone knows that it is time to attack.
These important generals are already well-armored. Their servants were clever and quickly rushed back to the place where they were stationed, bringing in various weapons. Monk Luo and others did not stop, but just like Guo Ning, they walked with their weapons hanging on the leather belt around their waists, or carrying them on their backs.
At the height of the fort, hundreds of elite guards were always paying attention to the movements of the generals. At this time, everyone stood up and said, "Commander Jie is about to go into battle! Commander Jie has orders, follow me and fight!"
These battle-hardened veterans rushed out of their respective barracks. Some people had already dressed up neatly and made clanging sounds when they moved; some reacted a little slower and helped each other put on their armor while running; some people held in their hands bows, crossbows, knives, guns, and even quivers, leather ribbons and other items used by several people. Look, Whoever is dressed up will throw the weapon over.
These generals and elites are all skilled in martial arts. They are all fierce and capable, and have the courage to fight in ten battles. When they are dressed neatly on the plank road, they look like iron towers standing majestically, and like a group of steel beasts, striding forward.
"Boom, boom."
They walked half a circle around the plank road and entered the camp of ordinary soldiers.
Almost all of these soldiers have experience of fighting in Northern Xinjiang. After following Guo Ning, he never stopped intensive training and reorganization for several months, even during the breaks between battles.
On weekdays, no matter how much Guo Ning encouraged him, the soldiers would inevitably complain. This is human nature. But at this time, the soldiers discovered that it was those rigorous training and reorganization that made the Dinghai navy's mobility and cohesion beyond imagination.
In the past two days, thousands of soldiers have been inside this fort and heard the fierce fighting outside. However, due to military orders, they could not help in any way, not even shouting and cheering.
The soldiers seemed to see the tragic massacres in Northern Xinjiang being repeated again and again. They were irritable, furious, depressed and even confused, but the commander had orders to endure!
Until now.
The ordering soldiers ran down from the heights, shouting along the way: "Commander Jie has orders, follow me to fight!"
Thousands of people moved into action, and the response speed was extremely fast. The sounds of countless people's footsteps, the clang of armor and weapons, and the sounds of low-level officers such as lieutenants and generals giving orders came and went, but they were neat and orderly, without any chaos.
They lined up in the open space outside the barracks, and then gathered in groups in the open space in the center of the camp according to pre-arranged arrangements. Thousands of people stepped on it, the plank road swayed slightly, and even the entire fort swayed faintly, as if some huge beast was churning in the deep sea and was about to set off a huge wave.
"Boom, boom!"
When more and more people gathered at the bottom of the fort, Wang Kou'er led his companions to bring out the war horses one by one.
In the past two days, a large number of war horses were gathered in a small stable with a small space, and the feces could not be cleaned in time, so that the smell in the stable was unpleasant. War horses are very sensitive animals. Even if they use good feed, many horses are still irritable and abnormal. Several times during the period, the horses lost control and bit each other, kicking and neighing. If the fighting outside was not fierce, their whereabouts would have been almost exposed.
In order to appease the horses, Wang Kou'er, Ma Laoliu and others worked hard. There were also many soldiers who felt sorry for their horses, so they simply brought their bedding and slept in the stables with their horses.
At this time, the horses were led out one by one. The soldiers ran back to the barracks frantically to get their weapons, and then came back panting.
A large number of war horses happily approached the familiar knight and licked some wheat cakes and fine ingredients from the knight's hand. When the knights jumped on their horses, the horses neighed excitedly, and countless iron hooves trampled the ground intensively, causing puffs of smoke to rise.
Then soldiers and horses continued to pour into the empty field, and their footsteps and the cries of various weapons and armor suddenly merged into a noisy and violent sea of sound!
This sound echoed repeatedly among the high walls of the camp, as if it was beating the same beat as the heartbeats of the soldiers.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The specific combat plan has been rehearsed several times, and at this point, there is nothing more that needs to be said. The morale of the soldiers comes from their trust in the general and their desire for victory. At this moment, they no longer need to use words to encourage them.
Guo Ning raised his whip and said in a deep voice: "Open the door."
The gate of Tunbao opens. Ni Yi roared loudly, used his arms to raise the flag diagonally.
Tunpu is located on the hills south of the port. It has an irregular hexagonal appearance and only one main entrance. The long slope in front of the main entrance is protected by three city walls on the west side.
The battle has progressed to this point. There are beacons of smoke everywhere inside the camp, and rivers of blood are flowing. Even though several thousand families of the Mongolian army are retreating, the scene in the camp is still like hell.
At this time, many soldiers and civilians in the outer camps retreated towards the port, trying to board ships and escape. Some people also gathered at the main entrance of the fort, hoping for a chance to survive in the fort.
A group of Mongolian light cavalry tracked here.
Many people have seen that during the past two days of fighting, there was no reaction at all in the camp. As a result, the Mongolian army was initially wary of this fort, but now became a little curious.
In his forties, Tuhuluke, an experienced rider, led his men to urge their horses forward and approached the group of people.
On the bumpy horseback, Tuhuluk took out his riding bow and fired arrows continuously.
When horses are galloping at high speed, when people look to the left and right, all targets will flash past, leaving only a shadow. But Tuhuluk was the most outstanding hunter, and he had been using a riding bow of this size for no less than thirty years. Within fifty paces, no matter whether it was a man or a beast, he could shoot wherever he pointed, and his arrows would always hit the mark.
That kind of shooting process cannot be described in words. From the moment the eyes find the target, to the synergistic exertion of the wrist, arm and waist and abdomen, man and horse, man and horse riding bow cooperate perfectly, and the arrow is like a part of the man, naturally flying to the target.
On the grassland, herdsmen need to shoot rabbits, pheasants, yellow sheep, foxes, and even large groups of wild wolves. In the Central Plains, soldiers shot people. In Tuhuluke's eyes, the Han people in the Central Plains were just like those chickens and rabbits. Although they were harmless, they could bring real benefits. Therefore, they were naturally the best targets for the Mongols.
Tuhuluke twisted his waist and turned sideways, and shot an arrow out.
The horses were galloping, and the scenery in his sight was changing rapidly. Tuhuluq quickly turned his neck to follow the arrow's flight path with his eyes.
Alas, I am old and a little behind!
Tuhuluke saw that the arrow hit a tall and thin scholar, but missed the vital point. The arrow penetrated the scholar's thigh from behind, causing him to roll and fall to the ground. He screamed and reached out to catch the arrow, but the next moment he noticed something happened, and his painful expression suddenly turned into shock and ecstasy.
Why ecstasy? Is this guy crazy? What's there to be happy about?
"Boom boom boom boom!"
Tuhuluke suddenly heard an uninterrupted loud noise, like a tsunami!
Under the panicked shouts of his companions, he turned around suddenly.
The war horses neighed in fear and retreated continuously. The ground shook and the earth shook in sight.
The ferocious torrent of steel came over him.
Tuhuluk subconsciously shot an arrow in the direction of the torrent, but it was completely useless. The torrent was rolling without any pause, as if nothing could stop the torrent.
Tuhuluke reined in his horse hard and shouted loudly, signaling for his companions to disperse.
But the torrent pouring down from a high place was too fast and too violent. Tuhuluk's shout suddenly stopped, and he found that there was a shining blade on his chest.
The blade stirred violently in his body with huge momentum, then took him away from the horse and lifted him into the air. It wasn't until a foot-long horizontal wound was opened between his chest and abdomen that he took it back.
Blood flowed from the wound like a waterfall. Tuhuluq's body lost support and fell to the ground like a dried up old water bag. The torrent of steel swept past him and swept his companions into the torrent, crushing them into pieces.
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