Guo Ning rode out of Xianping City and looked up at the sky.
The originally clear sky seemed to be agitated by murder, the clouds were rolling and changing, and Huanglonggang in the distance was undulating. A warm wind blows in the face, bringing the bloody smell steaming over the battlefield for more than ten miles, mixed with the ear-splitting sounds of killing, making people gradually excited.
Heshi Liehuanduan's troops were attacked by the Mongolian army slightly earlier than Guo Ning expected.
The battlefield where the two armies met was on the southern edge of Huanglonggang.
At this time, the drums of war were thunderous and continuous. The sound of the two armies fighting to the death could be faintly heard. Guo Ning looked straight ahead, and could see that the entangled and clashing footsteps of countless soldiers stirred up billowing smoke and dust, rising from several ravines. At first glance, it looked like two giant beasts with a height of 100 feet rolling and biting among the hills.
Before Guo Ning's troops entered the hilly area, the Mongolian army had already separated and rushed to intercept them.
The Mongolian cavalry came from the north, but took a slight detour and first penetrated Guo Ning's left wing, behind the high slope in the northwest. When their figures appeared on the top of the flat and continuous slope, everyone looked up and saw that the sun was dazzling and the people and horses were in darkness.
The wind blowing from the north to the south rolled the smoke and dust in the battlefield, as if they were integrated with the cavalry formation and came over them.
Several sentry riders approaching that direction clapped their horses and galloped back, waving the cyan flags that marked enemy attacks like windmills.
They shouted: "Black Tartar! Black Tartar is coming!"
The soldiers were slightly commotion.
Zhao Jue suddenly urged his horse forward. He rode straight forward alone and reached the point where the Mongolian army's arrows could reach. Then he pressed the saddle bridge with one hand and stood on the saddle to look out. When the Mongolian cavalry came to catch up, he quickly turned back.
A moment later, he rode his horse into the formation amidst the cheers of many people and said concisely: "More than seven hundred horses, a team of one thousand people."
This is no small amount. At that time, Guo Ning's troops were running through the rivers of Hebei Province. They were driven many times by dozens of Mongolian cavalry and were driven to the sky and nowhere.
Later, in Baozhou Wuguandian and Laizhou Haicang Town, Guo Ning's troops fought twice with the Mongolian Army's Tow Mine Division. Only one or two thousand troops of the Tou Lei Division entered the battlefield at one time. And what kind of pressure did Guo Ning's troops endure, how much price they paid, and what risks they took before finally winning?
Therefore, it is normal for the soldiers to be nervous.
Thinking more carefully, the partial division sent to intercept had a thousand-man team. So, how many people would be besieging Heshi Liehuanduan's headquarters? two thousand? Three thousand? Five thousand?
The strength that the Mongolian army can invest in the northeastern hinterland may be limited, but the number of soldiers and horses in front of them is already large enough and represents a considerable threat.
At the rear of this Mongolian army, there are also the Khitan army Yeluliuge's troops who are working alongside it, and Pu Xianwannu's troops who are enemies but not friends. Even the position of Marshal Wanyan Chengchong's troops in Beijing, It's still unclear.
However, since our own side has sent troops, those people don't need to think about it.
People who don't understand military affairs tend to imagine the battlefield as a huge plain, with an unobstructed view for miles and dozens of miles. Hundreds of millions of people and horses can be mobilized like arms and fingers, just like a giant overlooking a chessboard. Fiddle with everything.
This is not the case. There may be plains in this world that are as flat as a mirror and can accommodate tens of thousands of people fighting, but Guo Ning has never seen them. In his memory, even the open grasslands were actually undulating like waves, spread over high slopes and depressions.
Therefore, the general's vision must be limited on the battlefield. Taking into account the speed at which intelligence is uploaded and orders are issued, no matter how outstanding a general is, the only people he can really mobilize are the thousands of people directly under him.
Beyond this range, there is the treacherous battlefield fog. In this fog, what the Lord thinks is happening is often different from what actually happens, and when the orders given by the Lord are implemented, they often turn into various weird appearances.
Guo Ning has never overestimated his talents, and he also knows that his military skills are derived from what he has learned in the northern border trenches. He doesn't have the strength to calmly lay out the entire complicated battlefield, and the vision is limited, so he can't care about it for the time being.
What he is best at is always commanding on the spot, seizing the enemy's weak points and striking hard.
At this moment, in the hilly area ahead, there are multiple forces, with a total of no less than 40,000 to 50,000 people fighting to the death. Outside the battlefield, there are other parties whose attention is affected by the battle, who are reacting and trying to take advantage of the situation.
But Guo Ning didn't consider the fog of the battlefield. Since he has sent troops, he does not care about the chaotic parties on the battlefield. In his view, the more chaotic the situation, the more crisp and agile methods are needed.
Now that the Mongols have appeared, this is the only one Guo Ning wants to watch and fight with!
Kill them! Smash them!
Guo Ning looked around at the generals and said with a smile: "Ten days ago, the Mongolian army annihilated Wanyan Tiege's troops here. I heard that it took less than half an hour from the time the two armies met to the winner. I was surprised. I'm really curious. I wonder how this army compares to the Fourth Prince's Tuolei troops back then. Can they withstand a thunderous strike from our army?"
Li Ting responded: "I can't control the situation of the Mongols, and I don't bother to guess. Who knows where they came from... But the soldiers and horses of our navy are stronger than they were back then! Much stronger!"
As soon as these words came out, all the generals were excited.
Yes, everyone can clearly remember how hard it has been to train and prepare for war over the past six months.
Could it be that all that time was wasted? Sweat in vain? Could it be that the whips received during the crackdown on military discipline were in vain?
Could it be that the sharper swords and guns and the stronger armor in his hands are fake? Could it be that the fatter war horse under the butt is also fake?
As for the Mongolian army, who hasn’t stabbed a few of them with a knife? They are always made of flesh and blood!
If you don't try the results of your own military training and the quality of the Mongolian army at this time, do you have to wait for the Mongolian army to go south again and fight in your own stronghold in Shandong? I think Guo Jiedu also meant the same thing... It's time for a fight to try!
Guo Ning looked calm and shouted in a deep voice: "Li Ting!"
"exist!"
"Did you see that gentle slope to the west? There are two old trees on it?"
"Saw it!"
"Since you are confident, then immediately go to this hillock and be responsible for intercepting the enemy on the left. This place happens to strangle the Mongolian army's deployment route. If you intercept them, it is considered an achievement. If you can't intercept them, you will take the lead. Come and see me!”
"This achievement must be mine!" Li Ting shouted with all his strength, urging his horse to go out and gather his troops.
"Zhang Qian!"
"exist!"
"You lead the infantry, swordsmen, spearmen, archers, and the chariot camp team, and advance slowly in formation to serve as our rear. If there is any disturbance, fight them all back. If our team has any losses, you can come to see us with your head. !”
Zhang Qian gritted his teeth and saluted: "Yes!"
"Han Xuan!"
"exist!"
"You lead your heavy cavalry and advance together with the infantry. You must not act rashly without receiving military orders; if you receive military orders, you must attack with all your strength! There will be mountains of swords and seas of fire, and you must trample them!"
"I obey! Don't worry, Commander-in-Chief!"
"As for Zhao Jue..."
Guo Ning raised his hand and pointed at Zhao Jue and the nearly a thousand cavalry behind him.
"Everyone! We have all fought hard battles and waded through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. This battle in front of us is just a small scene! But even in such a small scene, the Mongols dared to send only 700 people. , want to stop our army! There are only 700 people! These idiots... damn, they look down on me, Guo Liulang of Changzhou, and our navy! Everyone, let’s set off now and slap their faces! Let these idiots You know what a battlefield hero is!"
The troops laughed, and many drew their swords and waved them in their hands.
"Come with me!"
A thousand cavalrymen followed Guo Ning, the sound of killing was loud, and the cavalrymen penetrated straight into the depths of Huanglonggang like an iron stream.
The cavalry galloped like dragons, and Guo Ning's heroic appearance of riding his horse and shouting made all the soldiers fascinated.
Some of Guo Ning's subordinates were left behind to assist Zhang Qian. The person leading this department is Dong Jin.
Dong Jin stared at Guo Ning and couldn't help but sigh: "Our commander-in-chief is not like a high official in the imperial court."
"What does that look like?" Zhang Qian curled his lips and asked.
"He's like a fierce guy in a storybook!"
"Nonsense, aren't the scripts you're reading based on the deeds of our commander-in-chief?"
