If you look down on the battlefield from a high place, you can see that there are many soldiers and horses stacked on top of each other, like a piece of oil cake.
To the north of Huanglonggang, the Khitan army besieged Pu Xianwannu's troops who were defending the platform. The army that went to Beijing continued to attack from north to south, intending to sweep both sides together.
To the south of Huanglonggang, the Fuzhou Army of Heshi Liehuanduan, which was advancing rapidly along the Mazong River, was intercepted horizontally by the Mongolian army.
Since the Khitan army had a difficult time facing the two enemy armies, the Mongolian army was eager to eliminate the Fuzhou army as soon as possible and then assist the Khitans, so they adopted the approach of dividing the Fuzhou army into three sections by advancing simultaneously from the north and the south.
This kind of tactics indeed defeated the Fuzhou Army in the shortest time and forced He Shi Liehuan to a desperate end. However, it also deployed all their own troops along the Mazong River, spreading them across a river beach that was four to five miles long. It became a long strip running north-south.
And when they discovered that there were troops attacking in Xianping City, they could only separate troops from the South Road to intercept them. As a result, the troops on the South Road became increasingly weak.
There are still fresh troops in Xianping Mansion going to fight, which is really beyond the expectations of the Mongolian army generals.
But in the eyes of this Mongolian general, the risk caused by a short-term weak force is worth taking.
Qianhu Nayan, who was responsible for commanding the cavalry, was a dark and thin Mongolian with frostbite marks and knife scars on his hands and face.
If Heshi Liehuanduan was here, he would be able to recognize that this Mongolian who is about to enter his old age is Nayan Boduhuan, a Qianhu of the Klie tribe who has been stationed in Quang Ninh Province with the Mongolian cavalry in the past two years.
In the past two years, Bo Duhuan used a small number of troops to hold down the Khitans, and personally led his troops to fight with the Jin army from various parts of the Northeast no less than twenty times. He won almost every battle and never suffered a loss.
In his eyes, as the Jin army suffered repeated defeats at the hands of the Mongolian army, they became more and more cautious, less and less afraid to act rashly, and became more and more clumsy and timid when it came to battlefield planning. Even the more courageous Heshi Liehuanduan only occasionally mustered up the courage to make small contacts with the Mongolian army, but the casualties were not even equal.
At this time, he ordered 700 Mongolian cavalry to go south to intercept, led by the brave Aruduhan Nayan. Even if he could not defeat the new force, it was enough to entangle them and prevent them from moving.
And on the banks of the Mazong River, our two attacks were like two steel knives, forcing them to Heshi Liehuanduan's throat. In just a moment, he could slash his throat with the knife and completely destroy the Fuzhou Army!
After that, our troops from the north and the south merged, and no enemy could shake them. What did the enemies in the south have to fear? The worst-case scenario is simply to send out the main force to deal with them, so that brother Yelvliu cannot be rescued in time, causing more Khitan people to die.
So what? Does Brother Yeluliu still dare to complain about this? Every Mongolian knows that the dog that thinks it is the most loyal may not necessarily win the favor of its owner. Sometimes, the loyalty a dog pays just makes the owner feel more at ease when using them.
I, Bodu, am happy to have made such a contribution. Even Muhuali and all households in Muhuali want to praise him. Who cares what Brother Yeluliu thinks?
But……
what happened?
Bo Duwan looked towards the mouth of the valley cut by the Mazong River.
The Mazong River bends here, turning from southwest to due south, and then merges into Qinghe River. Therefore, the river valley is also winding and twisting. Looking around, I can see smoke and dust rising into the sky.
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what happened? Could it be that the second group of people from Xianping Mansion has arrived? Aruduhan failed to stop them? Or was the enemy too bold to throw Aruduhan away and rush to the river beach to seek death?
The next moment, a cavalry force charged in with great force. The generals of the cavalry team mostly held red flags, like a red tide. And under the red tide, the rising and falling iron-clad horses and the spears protruding forward are like the sparkling light reflected by the tide!
Without a second glance, Bo Duhuan knew that this was by no means a ragtag group of ministries common in the Northeast, but a well-trained and powerful army that had experienced hundreds of battles!
This is a rare and powerful enemy!
When did such a force of troops come to the Northeast?
Could this be the elite of the Jin Emperor's tent, just like Genghis Khan's cowardly Xue army? Or, is it the powerful army in the south of Jin Kingdom, in Shandong, that humiliated the fourth prince?
Bo Duhuan shook his head, it was useless to think so much, he had to fight with all his strength!
The Mongolian cavalry on the south road were roughly distributed in an area of two to three miles. Some were busy strangling the loose rear of the Fuzhou Army, and the other part rushed into the main Fuzhou Army.
Bo Duhuan shouted sternly: "Everyone who still has the strength, stop chasing rabbits and yellow sheep! Assemble the team, we are going to fight against the wolves and bears, and tear their throats apart!"
With Bo Duhuan's raised arms as the center, the Mongolian cavalry quickly gathered.
Every Mongolian is worthy of being a born warrior. After hearing Qianhu Nayan's order, no one will get entangled with the enemy in front of them. They broke away from the battle in an instant, reining in their horses and gathering together, like iron sand jumping out of the gravel and being attracted by a huge magnet.
The cavalry gathered around Batu'er, and the Batu'ers gathered around Baihu. The hundreds of households responded to Batu's joy with one after another guttural sounds, and quickly gathered in the center of the river beach.
But this enemy cavalry is coming too fast!
Bo Duhuan never thought that besides the Mongolian army in the Northeast, there would be a second cavalry force that acted so quickly and decisively!
The Mongolian army has not yet completely gathered, and the enemy cavalry has already arrived!
The immediate trouble is that the river valley extends in the north-south direction, while the east-west direction is limited to Tugang and Mazhao River, so the front is not open.
When the Mongolian army took the initiative on the battlefield and launched a horizontal volley, they used this terrain to cut through slender reeds with ease, and succeeded easily. But when another group of enemies came from south to north, like iron spears, the Mongolian army became a passive party.
Their usual tactics, including detours, outflanks, harassment and breakthroughs, could not be used for a while... This front is too narrow. Once the two armies collide, they will be entangled in one place, and what will follow is a chaotic battle!
Bo Duhuan confirmed without a doubt that the enemy army was indeed elite, and the enemy generals were also extremely brave and good at fighting.
However, he was not afraid,
The warriors of Great Mongolia are never afraid!
He rode forward and drew his horn bow at the same time. The hundreds of Mongolian cavalry surrounding him also had their bows and arrows ready.
Between the two cavalry teams, locust-like rain of arrows passed through each other. Sometimes the arrows would collide in the air, making a soft crackling sound.
When a large number of arrows were lost on the opponent's body, there were also slightly fewer but dense arrows lost on the Mongolian cavalry. The Mongolian cavalry lowered their heads one after another, and the arrows missed their iron helmets, making a clanging sound, and hit their ring armor made of multiple layers of cowhide, making a popping sound.
Some knights groaned and fell on their horses, but even if these Mongolian knights were on the verge of death, they would use their last strength to fix themselves on their horses, follow the horses, and continue to charge.
The two armies approached quickly. Under the knight's shouts, the war horses neighed furiously and their speed suddenly increased.
Two groups of cavalry collided.
Although the battlefield is narrow, both sides try to line up a wide front and keep a horizontal distance between their horses. So there was no direct collision between the knights.
The war horses relied on their instincts to pass through the gaps in the opponent's cavalry. As the horses galloped, each knight had to fight with multiple enemies in front of and beside him in the shortest possible time. As a result, the fierce golden and iron clashes The sound of collision is like boiling water, which is endless.
A guard who entered the battle before Guo Ning was pierced by a spear. He fell backward from the saddle and fell to the ground with the spear shaft pierced through his body. The horse, which had lost the weight of its rider, instantly sped up. Herod shouted and continued to move forward.
On the side of this guard, a knight who has been very trusted by Zhao Jue recently is charging at high speed looking for the enemy.
Unexpectedly, a Mongolian cavalry man in front of him waved his hand from a few feet away, and then a heavy ball of blue whirled down from the air, hitting the knight in the face.
Xiao Molele, a powerful general in the Ding Navy, was a master at using Bru throwing to kill enemies, and it was even more common for the Mongols to use this strange-shaped weapon.
One end of the crank of this Bulu was equipped with a garlic-shaped copper head. The copper head smashed into the knight's head, causing the flesh, blood and bone fragments on the face to fly out.
The knight immediately fell to the ground, but his comrades in the rear continued to ride their horses without hesitation, trampling over him, deforming him and his armor, and pressing him into the gravel and mud on the river beach.
The Mongolian knight who threw Bru cheered loudly and pulled out his usual scimitar from the saddle with his backhand.
He used all his strength to throw this time, and his arms were still a little numb at the moment. Fortunately, when the two armies are confronting each other and the horses are running very fast, you can inflict fatal injuries to the enemy by simply straightening your arms and making a slight swing while riding the horses.
So he leaned forward and straightened his arms.
When he leaned over, he suddenly felt the light above his head dim. Looking up quickly, he saw a black iron bone flower growing from small to large, filling his field of vision.
"Peng!"
Guo Ning raised the hammer and brought it down, smashing open the iron helmet and head like a ripe watermelon. In an instant, the fresh red flesh of the melon flew everywhere and the juice splashed out.
This time he swung hard and the war horse slowed down a little.
Dozens of cavalrymen following Guo Ning scrambled to get to the front, and everyone shouted: "Kill!"
Amidst the howling wind, all the knights of Dinghai Navy shouted: "Kill! Kill!"
