Not long after Heshi Liehuanduan entered the hilly area, he was attacked by the Mongolian army.
Since he led his troops out of the city, he had already made full preparations to serve as bait. He also ordered his subordinates to keep a close formation along the way, ready for possible attacks at any time.
But the Mongols came too early and too fiercely. The Qingqi, who was responsible for sentinel detection in all directions, was instantly swallowed up by the wolves. Only a few cavalry rushed back to warn, but the front team of the Mongolian army arrived almost simultaneously with them.
Heshi Liehuanduan immediately ordered his cavalry general Jiaguhe to lead the elite knights to meet the enemy. However, under the fierce impact of the Mongols, Jiaguhe's hundred and ten cavalrymen disappeared in the blink of an eye, completely unable to hinder them.
After all, the Mongols are a people on horseback. They grew up on the grasslands and learned to ride horses before they could walk. They began to practice bow bending and archery as soon as their hands had strength. They herd, move, and live on horseback. When riding on horseback, they are one with the war horse. When they galloped among the undulating hills and ravines in numbers of thousands, they were like a tidal wave, agile, ferocious and pervasive.
At this time, Heshi Liehuanduan's soldiers and horses were marching close to the valley between the Mazong River and the loess hillock to the west. As soon as the front army made a detour in the direction of the hillock, the Mongolian army was like a whirlwind, moving along the river and turning sideways. The rear cuts into the front queue.
Wherever the cavalry went, there was a scream and the sound of iron weapons clashing. Then another group of cavalry came out from Heizui Gou due west, cutting the middle army and the rear army into two sections.
Groups of Mongolian cavalry roared wildly and rushed forward, spraying arrows along the way. Hundreds of cavalry at the rear had not yet entered the formation, but the forward cavalry had already passed through the ranks of the Fuzhou Army, leaving behind them corpses and corpses all over the ground. The wounded man was trampled by the war horse until his intestines were pierced, and he was still wailing and moaning.
The cavalry circled on the open beach of the Horsehair River, and the black men and horses stirred up silvery white water.
When they attacked again, they no longer marched in formation, but took a sideways galloping stance, repeatedly throwing arrows into the chaotic formation. At this time, the rear column of the Fuzhou Army had disintegrated into countless fragmented pieces, with no formation to speak of.
Anyone who tried to form a formation was broken up by repeated attacks by the Mongols. The Fuzhou soldiers could only fight on their own in the chaos of flying horseshoes. They were constantly shot down by arrows or chopped down by scimitars, and fell to the wet ground by the Ma Mane River.
"Qui Nhon City!" Heshi Liehuan said with a livid face and squeezed out a voice through his teeth: "The Mongols came from Qui Nhon City! They have always been there! No wonder! No wonder!"
Quy Nhon County was named Anzhou in the Liao Dynasty. After the rise of Jin Dynasty, it was changed to Quy Nhon County under Xianping Prefecture. But in the past few years, the population has dispersed, and Quy Nhon city has become empty and abandoned. Last year and the year before last, the Hongshan River in the north of the city and the Erdao River in the south overflowed at the same time, turning dozens of miles around the city into a swamp.
It was precisely because this Mongolian army was hiding in Quy Nhon City that it perfectly avoided detection from many parties. And they relied on the advantage of the cavalry to move freely. Once they discovered that the Fuzhou Army was leaving the city, the Mongolian cavalry drove for twenty miles and immediately launched an interception in Huanglonggang!
Heshi Liehuanduan understood the Mongols' arrangement, but it did not help the battle.
Neither his front army nor his rear army could withstand the repeated strangulations of the cavalry. The newly promoted officers in the team had no experience in controlling the army in adversity. As for the prisoners who were temporarily reunited...
Heshi Liehuan was very careful about the people he employed. His front and rear armies lacked experienced officers, so he used local soldiers in Fuzhou. The Chinese army had dozens of Fuzhou officers to suppress it, so there were more prisoners temporarily recruited into the army.
As a result, under the eyes of Heshi Liehuanduan, dozens of prisoners who had temporarily signed up to join the army screamed in panic, desperately dropped their weapons, left their companions, and fled to the east side of the Mazhao River.
When the infantry and cavalry are fighting, the infantry loses the will to fight and starts running for their lives, which is the carnival moment of the cavalry. In the eyes of the cavalry, the fleeing infantry with their backs to the cavalry are no different than being driven animals and can be easily slaughtered.
As these prisoners trampled on the river beach, a group of Mongolian cavalry caught up with them skillfully and stabbed them to death one by one with spears. Their bodies were lying across the water, turning the river water they passed into red.
"Idiot! Death is not a pity!"
Heshi Liehuanduan in the Chinese army roared loudly.
These dozens of people suddenly fled, causing a small gap to appear in the originally complete Chinese army formation... This gap was fleeting, but the Mongols actually seized the opportunity and rushed in!
For a time, the Chinese army was in chaos. Dozens of Mongolian cavalry ran rampant among the Chinese guards, making terrible roars and slashing with their swords. Wherever the blade passed, broken arms flew up one after another, and miserable screams occurred one after another.
Qianhu Wendy, who was responsible for maintaining the defense line, was afraid that Ge Chai was in a hurry to drive them away, so he called the archers to shoot continuously. But at this moment, the people and horses were fighting each other, and the arrows passed by, but instead of killing a few Mongolians, they shot several of their own soldiers to death.
An arrow came from nowhere and grazed He Shi Liehuanduan's face, bringing up a stream of blood foam. Heshi Liehuanduan opened his mouth to curse, but he heard a muffled groan from behind. It turned out that the arrow flew back and hit the soldier in charge of beating the drum.
The soldier was hit by an arrow in his back and fell to the sky. As soon as the drum beat stopped, the Fuzhou troops everywhere only knew that the central army had been defeated, and they became more and more frightened.
Heshi Liehuan was so anxious that he ran to pick up the drumsticks and started banging the drums. And the moment he turned around, a Mongolian knight rushed towards him with a diagonal stab and slashed with his sword!
It was too late, but soon, a man stepped forward from the side, crossed the spear shaft, and tried to block the blade. But the Mongolian knight was extremely majestic and powerful, and he also used a heavy long-handled sword. The sword slashed down, splitting the spear shaft immediately, and the blade penetrated into the shoulder blade of Cong Cong, cutting off several ribs in one breath, until it reached between the chest and abdomen.
When the Mongolian pulled out the sword with all his strength, Cong's internal organs, liver and gallbladder gushed out from the huge wound, and blood spurted into the air in an arc, falling like raindrops on the drums and horns mounted on the cart. It fell on He Shi Liehuanduan.
Heshi Liehuanduan was furious, rushed from the cart, hugged the Mongolian knight's body, and dragged him off the horse. The two rolled on the ground several times, punched each other several times, and each reached to their waists to draw knives.
Another disciple took this opportunity to rush forward, grabbed the Mongolian's neck, put a short knife against the Mongolian's jaw, stabbed it in and stirred it repeatedly. Blood flowed down the short knife and soaked into his white uniform. The Mongolian's struggling movements gradually slowed down.
The man was so happy in his heart that he just relaxed a little. The Mongolian man mustered up the last bit of strength, opened his mouth and bit his ear, twisted his neck, and tore off his ear with the skin and flesh.
Xin Cong roared loudly and rolled to the ground. By the time a dozen people around him killed the Mongolian with swords and guns, the rest of the Mongolian cavalry had already penetrated the other end of the Chinese army and rushed out.
Heshi Liehuanduan stood up from the pool of blood and looked around. He saw that the queue of soldiers was crumbling like a bank hit by floods. Many people found that the situation was irreversible and showed desperate looks.
"Steady! Steady!" Heshi Liehuanduan shouted.
Wendy was afraid that the carriage would come back from the front and said sternly: "Capital, let's go south quickly!"
He Shi Liehuan grabbed Wen Dihan's brother Chaan's military uniform, pulled him in front of him, and cursed with saliva: "You almost shot me to death with that arrow just now!"
Overthrowing Wendy Han's chariot with one hand, Heshi Liehuanduan shouted to the other soldiers: "As soon as they leave, they will disperse, and if they disperse, they will die! Hold still! Raise the shield! Shoot arrows outward! Hold still! Ding Haijun is about to coming!"
He had shouted with all his strength, but a man's roar was almost ridiculously weak amid the roaring sound of horse hooves. As for his archers, most of them were the subordinates that Pu Xian had dispatched before, their reaction was a little slow.
The Mongols gathered the larger cavalry at lightning speed, like two huge sharp blades coming from the left and right, cutting towards the center of the mountain.
The power of the large group of cavalry closing inward was beyond ordinary people's imagination. But before the cavalry attack arrived, there was another round of arrow rain.
Wendy was afraid that Ge Jian was holding a wooden shield in his hand, but the exposed sole of his foot was hit by an arrow, which penetrated immediately. The severe pain made Wendy Han grunt, and the shield in his hand dropped slightly. Another arrow passed over the upper edge of the shield, hitting his left eye socket, and the sharp arrow cluster penetrated the back of his head.
Wendy was afraid that Brother Chan would die immediately.
Heshi Liehuanduan cursed repeatedly, but he could only huddle under the cover of the two sword and shield men, not daring to show his head.
His sight was revealed through the gap under the shield, and he could only see the iron hooves on the ground, and the queue went from loose to tight, constantly approaching.
He held his breath and prepared to jump up and fight to the death.
At this moment, another iron stream poured down like a mountain torrent from a thousand-foot-high mountain and penetrated the queue of the Mongolian cavalry.
Men, horses, weapons, and armor collided violently, making a huge roar. Amidst the roar, He Shi Liehuan fell to the ground: "It's coming, it's coming, it's finally here."
This battlefield is on the west side of the Mazhonghe Railway Station in Changtu County. The Mongols appeared from Heizigou in the west, and the Dinghai navy entered the battlefield from Yakouzi in the south.
(End of chapter)
