Han Xuan gave an order, and his knights immediately blew their horns.
Immediately, horns sounded in several directions. In the dark night, the firelight flickered and repeatedly obscured the sight, as if thousands of troops were charging into the vicinity of the fifth village of C.
Because of the random collision of the Khitan people, another horse pen guarded by the Mongolian Wu Lachi was washed away. Hundreds of horses rushed out. The sound of horse hooves and the sound of people shouting and coughing were everywhere.
At this time, several thousand-man Mongolian troops who had already mounted their horses and were ready to fight did not dare to attack easily. They only kept giving orders to their subordinates, adjusting the cavalry formation, and from time to time used a dense volley of arrows to repel the approaching attempts in the light and shadow. A naval officer.
When the Ding navy broke into the camp, they continued to disperse into small groups in order to cause the greatest chaos to the Mongolian army in the shortest time. However, due to the pressure of the Mongolian army, the teams continued to gather and kill each other.
At this moment, there are three teams that are rushing to kill each other, each with forty to more than sixty riders.
The two Mongolian thousand-man troops that were once dispersed gathered faster.
The Mongols went from a team of several people to a team of dozens of people, and gradually changed from gravel that hindered the Dinghai navy's assault to bricks and rocks blocking everywhere.
Both sides wandered back and forth in the night and fireworks. Once they encountered each other, they immediately fought fiercely.
The elite veterans of the Ding Navy were undoubtedly revealed in this short and fierce battle. They either mounted their horses and charged, or dismounted and slashed and killed indiscriminately with their swords. Some soldiers peeled off the armor and stomach from the Mongolian corpses, roared and shouted, and charged at the enemy like wild beasts.
The Mongolian army is also a beast.
Unlike Ding Haijun, who followed the elite combat style of the Jin Army and received rigorous training for a long time, each Mongolian warrior has different combat skills, and the combat experience also comes from the countless tribes fighting on the grassland year after year.
Their bravery and ferocity are even higher than those of Ding Haijun. Twenty or thirty Mongolian warriors stood side by side. When they tried to entangle them, Han Xuan could only take a detour to avoid them.
The Mongols gradually gathered and pressed forward layer by layer.
Throughout the camp, in addition to the corpses of the Khitans, there were gradually more corpses of Mongolians and Haners. There were also injured people who fell from their horses and were struggling to crawl on the grass while trying to stab the injured people next to them with their short knives. chest.
Such a well-matched battle in a short period of time has never been encountered by Zhebie's troops since they broke into the Northeast.
Zhebie had never encountered this when he led a partial division to attack Liaoyang the year before and last.
But after all, the number of Mongolian troops is much larger. When they stabilize their position, it becomes increasingly difficult for Han Xuan's bluff to work. The Khitans who were running around on the battlefield gradually went into the wilderness, so it became increasingly difficult for the small cavalry to fish in troubled waters.
The Mongols overwhelmed Ding Haijun's offensive and restricted their cavalry. The initiative in the battle fell into the hands of the Mongols.
This momentary change was extremely subtle. Under the cover of the deep night, not everyone could feel the decline of Ding Haijun. Only generals with rich battlefield experience and superior talents can immediately feel this subtle change.
Zhebie is such a general.
Earlier when the camp was closed and there was chaos, Zhebie and many Mongolian Batuers were watching the Khitan wrestling performance in the village. When the Batuers heard about the turmoil in the outside world, they were all furious and shouted to go out and fight with the enemy. However, Zhebie was very calm and even calmed down two frightened Khitan warriors and asked them to sit under him and give him a gift. They drink wine.
When others are called to lead the troops, Batu'er from all walks of life will be furious and may draw his sword to threaten him. But since Zhebie gave the order, the Mongols had no choice but to obey.
In terms of origin, Zhebie is only a subordinate of the leader of a small Mongolian tribe, and is insignificant on the grasslands where bloodline inheritance is important. However, he shot one of Genghis Khan's eight horses "Chahan suddenly lost Wen Yaoli" on the battlefield. He was praised by Jamukha as "a forehead of bronze and a heart of iron". He was called Genghis Khan for his sharp shooting and bravery. The first of the four dogs.
He is Jebe, the arrow of Genghis Khan. No one dares to question Jebe's order!
Several times, Han Xuan led a small group of particularly brave men to the edge of the camp and fired arrows into the camp through the earth wall. Zhebie still ordered all the troops to stay still.
Until then, Zhebie suddenly stood up.
"The Dinghai navy in the depression area to the south are all pretending, like foxes that can only wag their tails, don't worry about them!"
"There are no more than twenty people in the Dinghai navy in the forest on the northern slope. They are all pretending to be like bleating yellow sheep. Don't worry about it!"
"Around the camp, there are three groups of Dinghai navy cavalry still active. One of them is constantly using horns to contact all parties and deliver orders. That must be the Dinghai navy general here in Gaizhou! Which group is worthy of us? Go catch the prey!”
The black-robed general jumped on his horse and said with high spirits: "Catch him! Kill him! Pull out the spine of the wolf, and the enemies will all become timid!"
The Batuers cheered loudly, then got on their horses and yelled in unison: "Catch him! Kill him! Cut off the neck of the head wolf, and all the enemies will die!"
The main entrance of the village had collapsed, and only two wooden piles were left shaking violently. The best warriors in the Mongolian army swept out of the ground like a black wind.
At this time, Han Xuan failed to finish another round. As soon as he rushed from the east side of the camp to the north side, he gave up the idea of continuing the attack.
The Mongols' reaction was too fast. If the fight continued, it would become a dogfight, and they would really risk their lives... They had to leave immediately!
But it’s not that easy to leave.
The moment a group of cavalry reined in their horses at the same time, Han Xuan heard the sound of intensive bow strings. In front of and behind him, several cavalrymen were hit by arrows.
Snake bone arrows with wide and heavy arrow clusters can break armor at close range. After piercing the human body, it quickly caused terrible injuries. The Cong who had just cared about Han Xuan covered his stomach and tried to stay on the horse, but his intestines and internal organs flowed out from the gap caused by the missing arrow, and fell softly and smoothly to the ground.
Amidst the horrifying screams, the slave fell from his horse.
Han Xuan continued to urge his horse, and he vaguely heard that the young servant seemed to be calling his mother.
This concubine's father was Han Xuan's comrade. He died in Zhongdu earlier, leaving mother and son to depend on each other. Han Xuan has been taking care of them and introduced his eldest son as his concubine. Previously, Han Xuan was appointed as the Liaohai Defense Envoy, and the obedient mother even asked Han Xuan to take care of her son.
But on the fierce battlefield, no one can take care of others, and no one can be taken care of by others. Kill the enemy when the opportunity comes; fight and die when your life is exhausted. There is no other choice.
Fortunately, the obedient younger brother is almost an adult and can support himself. They have a shelter at home, and his mother does not have to worry about a difficult life.
This thought flashed past, and Han Xuan continued to rein in the horse, forcing the horse to neigh violently. He had already heard the sound of Mongolian light cavalry arriving in large numbers. The rapid and intensive sound of hoofbeats was the Mongolian cavalry brigade that had not been dispatched before!
This game has been won, right?
Gotta go now!
You can't stop, you'll die if you stop!
He and the other knights turned their horses back with all their strength and began to run away.
Not long after urging his horse to speed up, Han Xuan saw a Mongolian on foot not far ahead looking towards him.
On that big round face, the two gray eyes seemed lifeless. Looking at Han Xuan was like looking at a dead person. His arrow had been placed on the bow and he had been aiming for a while. At this moment, he suddenly pulled the string and fired, and the heavy arrow roared towards him.
Han Xuan subconsciously pounced forward, hiding his body behind the horse's neck. Then he felt the horse suddenly neigh and jump, jumping like a madman.
Han Xuan hugged the horse's neck tightly, forcing the horse to continue running forward.
After two breaths, the horse ran past the Mongolian who was shooting an arrow. Han Xuan was hit by an arrow in his right shoulder before, but just now he controlled his horse with all his strength. The arrow clusters rolled among the tense muscles of his shoulder, and blood continued to flow.
His right arm was almost out of strength, but it didn't take much strength to gallop and kill people. He held the long knife flat, held it tightly with all his strength, and rushed past with the horse.
An instant later, Han Xuan's wrist shook, and he took off his long knife. Looking back quickly, he saw the Mongolian head flying into the air, and the blood in his chest splashed out in a bright arc under the light of distant and near fires.
At the same time as he turned back, his horse changed from jumping and neighing to whining. Its two front legs gave out and rolled down.
Han Xuan followed the momentum of the horse's overturning and rolled several times on the ground. Only then did he realize that the neck of the war horse was pierced by a snake bone arrow, and blood gushes out rapidly, forming a small lake on the grass.
"Steward! Mount your horse quickly!"
Fortunately, the battlefield was chaotic and there was no shortage of horses. A clever subordinate immediately brought the empty horses.
Han Xuan's shoulder was so painful that it was difficult to support him. He only relied on one arm and tried twice before he was pushed onto the horse by his companions and continued running.
But this short set of twists and turns slowed down everyone.
The Mongolian cavalry suddenly appeared and approached less than thirty steps away. Both sides could clearly distinguish each other's figures!
The arrows fired by the pursuers suddenly came thick and fast, as if they were covered by rain.
One of the soldiers who struggled to lift Han Xuan had no time to get on his horse. He was hit by an arrow in the leg first, then in the back, and then in the head. In the blink of an eye, he was shot like a hedgehog, lying motionless. .
This is at night! Moreover, it was a night covered with thick clouds and snowflakes flying, and there was only firelight around. Those Mongolian cavalry who were chasing after them were able to shoot so accurately on the galloping horses!
