Such a precise arrow was naturally shot by Zhebie.
In just a few moments before, he led his troops to charge towards Taniguchi three times. The first two times, he tried to pass through the gaps in the Huli Gai army's formation, but there were too many Huli Gai people. They crowded down densely, as if they would never be able to kill them all. Every gap was filled immediately. Full, blocked.
After two charges, only a hundred Mongolians with war horses were left beside Zhebie. Anyone without a horse died.
For the third time, Zhebie chose a rugged area close to a slope, intending to take advantage of the enemy's slow mobilization of infantry and forcefully break out at all costs.
This is already a joke with his own life. When they charged in the night, a series of war horses stumbled and rolled among the gravel, and the knights fell off their horses, and were trampled to death on the spot by the dense horse hooves. Even the Mongolians with the best riding skills, who could change horses while galloping and stand on their horses to shoot arrows, could not guarantee that people and horses could move safely in such rugged terrain.
The position of this attack was chosen well. Zhebie fought with all his strength and quickly defeated Hu Ligai who was blocking the front.
But what appeared behind the retreating Hu Ligai was the Dinghai Navy Headquarters led by Pu Sulie. The elite level of those people may be slightly worse than the knights brought by Han Xuan to attack at night, but it is not much different.
There is no doubt that those are elite soldiers!
In the night, their neat formation looked like rows of dense forest, and their gleaming armor and weapons looked like the claws of ferocious beasts. And their high-pitched shouts showed extremely high morale.
The few Mongolian cavalry at the front still had morale, so they rushed forward with wild shouts. They had long been determined to use their lives to highlight the enemy's formation. Regardless of moving forward, they ran into the enemy's formation with their men and horses. But in the blink of an eye, they all turned into splatters of blood and corpses falling to the ground, and the enemy's queue was only slightly shaken.
Perhaps it was because the number of Mongolian cavalry was so small that it was almost impossible to launch successive waves of attacks. Therefore, resisting these two collisions no longer counts as pressure.
Zhebie rode his horse back and forth, constantly drawing his bow and arrows, shooting down the warriors in the enemy formation. He wanted to charge again, but the knights behind him reined in their horses. Many people understand that at other times, the battle would still have to be fought, but now this situation is really no longer possible!
Some people ignored Zhe's call and began to turn back and run towards the darkness. More people had dull faces, controlled by confusion and despair.
When Zhebie was finally forced back by enemies coming from several directions, Na Ke'er beside him also died in battle.
But he himself seemed not to be affected by the depression at all, and still shouted to gather his companions. When he was slightly away from the Huli Gai people's pursuit, he dismounted, pointed to the forest high up and said: "Dismount everyone! Let's climb the rock, from that slope to the less crowded place..."
However, it was too late. The yellow-headed Jurchens from behind also arrived, and the siege was completely formed. In this late night, even with the starlight and moonlight, standing in the center of Gai and looking around, I still feel that the surrounding firelight is so bright and dazzling that it is difficult to look at it.
No matter how brave and tenacious the Mongolians were, their faces turned pale at this moment.
Over the past few years, they had become accustomed to treating their enemies like pigs and sheep. This time they broke into Liaodong, and they were followed by the famous brave general Zhebie under Genghis Khan. They should have won one victory after another. Who would have thought that it would suddenly become like this?
When the soldiers fell into despair, Zhebie's side suddenly became quiet. Then he heard the rumble of horse hooves coming from the wilderness outside the valley.
That was a cavalry team of hundreds and dozens of people swarming in from behind the mountain. Judging from the sound, there were only about three or five teams, not many in number, but the momentum was like a pack of wolves surrounding prey on the grassland, and it was enough to tie up Zhebie's scattered support personnel in the outside world.
This method of cavalry warfare, which disperses galloping to create the momentum of thousands of troops, is the specialty of the Mongols. Most of the Dinghai navy in Liaodong who can do this is the Khitan who once fought with the Mongols in Zhaozhou. Cavalry general Xiao Mo Le.
It seems that the enemy has gone all out. All the so-called generals and colonels under the Liaohai Defense Department have arrived. But I don’t know where Guo Ning, the coach of Dinghai Navy, is now.
Zhebie sighed.
On the orders of the Great Khan, I led my army into the Northeast to contain the strength of the navy. It's a pity that it only took about ten days to fight such a defeat. We have yet to find out how Ding Haijun will respond and what unique strengths this sudden rise of the army has.
In fact, there was no oversight in tonight's command. The only problem was that Gaizhou's Ding navy should not have been so powerful. Zhebie really couldn't understand why Ding Haijun could mobilize so quickly and without any warning. I have heard many times before that Ding Haijun is brave and good at fighting, but now it seems that this ability to quickly mobilize troops is worthy of special attention.
Zhebie felt that among the warriors under Genghis Khan, he was considered smart and capable. Although he is far less wise than the Great Khan, and may not be able to overpower Mu Huali, Subotai and others, he is still stronger than the average rough people.
If I can't help but suffer a loss, then I don't know how many people will suffer a loss in future battles!
Thinking of this, Zhebie looked around, trying to find a companion who could help him find a way to escape into the mountains and forests under his own cover.
But it's too late.
So many enemies are surrounding them layer by layer.
Zhebie felt a little regretful. After surrendering to Genghis Khan, he originally hoped to achieve many meritorious deeds for the Great Khan, and also promised to find many famous horses for the Great Khan that were equivalent to "Chahan Hu Shi Wen Mo Li".
It's a pity, I'm afraid there is no chance.
It's a pity that the Great Khan's order cannot be seen reaching the ends of the earth, and the Mongols can't be seen becoming the most noble of all people.
Zhebie took the quiver on his back to him and counted it.
There are still more than twenty arrows left.
I live forever in heaven, but I must die today. Let me hit a golden warrior every time I shoot, let me die worthy of the name Zhebie!
At this time, Zhebie and several companions were blocked in the middle of a narrow ravine, with flaming troops on both sides. By the light of the pine torch, he concentrated all his energy and stood firm.
Not far away from him, there were two Ding navy officers with obvious figures, shouting loudly and urging the yellow-headed Jurchens to move forward to fight; behind them, Ali Xi and the order soldiers were busy Run out and give orders.
Zhebie concentrated for a moment, then flew away with an arrow, killing one person.
Another officer immediately dropped the pine torch in his hand and shouted loudly to urge the attack.
But this little change in light is meaningless before Zhebie's eyesight and shooting skills.
Zhebie held his breath and concentrated before shooting again. The horned bow trembled violently, and another heavy arrow flew out, hitting the officer in the chest, causing him to fall to the ground.
Zhebie let out a sigh of regret. He originally wanted to continue shooting in the throat, but he had just charged several times and his waist, shoulders and arms were all injured. Every time he used force to draw the bow, several wounds would bleed violently at the same time, which still affected his accuracy.
Fortunately, the Huli Gai people on the other side rushed closer. Within thirty steps, as long as Zhebie was still breathing, his arrow would not miss the target.
Zhebie exhaled loudly and fired continuously. The arrows flew out of his hand one after another, as if the arrow clusters were connected to the tail feathers, forming a series of silver-white lines.
Wherever the silver line went, the enemies fell to the ground one after another, but more people rushed up one after another with the hope of killing the Mongol general and achieving great success.
Zhebie heard the sound of footsteps behind him, with decaying grass and gravel splashing everywhere. He suddenly turned around, hooked the bow string with his thumb, and tried to catch the missing arrow with his other hand, but missed.
Immediately, he saw the light of a knife flashing before his eyes. Immediately, blood surged from his forehead, and his eyes suddenly blurred.
It turns out that the truly fatal injuries were not painful. Zhebie suddenly had such an idea.
He felt that his whole body became very light, but his body fell down involuntarily.
The yellow-headed Jurchen boy who killed Zhebie shouted happily.
Behind them, Zheng Rui was lying on his back on the ground.
He was the one who shot Zhebie's second arrow. Although he ducked when he sensed something was wrong, the arrow still penetrated his armor, cut open his robe, and left a half-inch deep wound on his chest.
At this moment, he doesn't care
With blood pouring from his wound, he struggled to lean up and looked at the scene in front of him where the people were either cheering or killing the remaining Mongolian troops. He looked at Wanyan Luqi who was lying stiffly not far away, grinned, and lay still on his back.
