The Hebei Meng'an Moutian Army, which was deployed on the Liaoshi Hill, was able to watch the entire battle from a high position.
"Envoy, the Dinghai navy's ranks are shaken! If they can't hold it back... Envoy, it's going to be dark soon!" As a staff officer, Oulettehu looked panicked and shouted at Pusan Anzhen.
Pusan Anzhen looked at some of the officers around him, and they all had the same look, which made him feel irritable. He didn't want to say more, so he waved his hand to ask them to move away slightly.
Pusan Anzhen could clearly see Ding Haijun's predicament and didn't need to be reminded at all. In the past more than an hour, the Hebei soldiers desperately built a camp on the Lashi Hill and prepared to hold on, while Pusan Anzhen kept staring at the battle situation.
When the Mongolian army first appeared, he was frightened and suspected that he had fallen into Guo Ning's trick.
When they turned to Shandong's grain and baggage team, he felt a little happy that he could at least provide Shandong's civil servants with a head start.
Unexpectedly, the grain and baggage team suddenly transformed into the elite of the Ding Navy, and faced the Mongolian army head-on. He was worried about gains and losses. From the perspective of the Xuanfu envoy in Hebei, he did not want to see an unusually powerful Ding navy appear in his immediate neighborhood; but if the Ding navy was not strong enough, how could his men who were trying to conquer Meng'an in Hebei Province stand up to the Mongolian army? Save?
As the battle between the two sides continued, Pusan Anzhen had more and more thoughts, his thoughts became more and more confused, and he still had no military decision.
Until this moment, Ding Haijun suddenly showed signs of decline!
The formation of those soldiers was very strict, and it was amazing to withstand the impact of thousands of angry horses. But the array they built with flesh and blood would inevitably have gaps. Pu San Anzhen could see clearly that in this single attack alone, there were no less than two hundred casualties in Ding Haijun's queue, and there were at least seven or eight gaps.
Over the past few years, Pusan Anzhen had been in contact with the old troops of his ancestors and father, and had discussed the tactics of the Mongolian army countless times. At the same time, he had read through the military books left by his father, Pusan Kui, and gained quite a lot of experience. At this time, he dared to make a bet that it would be meaningless to withstand this impact. The Mongols will never give the navy a chance to breathe and adjust. Instead, they will be like ferocious wolves, staring at the wound and biting it, expanding the wound until the blood and flesh are splattered and the shin bones are minced!
If the momentum of the horse herd weakens slightly, the Mongolian army's cavalry will keep up. Each of these seven or eight gaps may be the beginning of the collapse of the Ding Navy!
Pity.
Many of the officers and soldiers of the Ding Navy were the backbone of the Jin Army back then. In terms of courage and bravery, they were all outstanding. Guo Ning attracted these people and was able to rise suddenly and sweep across Shandong. But the problem is that Guo Ning himself is just a soldier in the border army, and there are no famous ministers or generals among his companions. When they fight with hundreds of thousands of people, they can still gain the upper hand with their bravery. This is what Pusan Anzhen saw with his own eyes in Qinghe Town, Shandong.
But once the number of troops exceeds 10,000...
Look at what stupid battle this army in front of you is fighting? Although the formation of the Ding Navy is strong, the command is very slow. It can even be said that there is no command at all! They just waited and watched the Mongolian army unfold their tricks little by little!
The Mongols don't even need those long-range means of outflanking and pulling, because Ding Haijun is here to stand up and be beaten!
The Ding navy is much tougher than the average Jin army. But if you keep getting beaten like this, you will lose sooner or later! Their fate will be the same as the Jin army that was defeated by the Mongolian army countless times before!
If the navy is not enough to rely on, what should the Hebei army do?
This guy, Olethu, has very good fighting skills. But if he can be served by his servant An Zhenrong, he naturally has some talents. At this moment, he suddenly shouted loudly, speaking on behalf of Pusan Anzhen. Whether Pusan Anzhen wants to join the war, wants to retreat, or flees with a light horse and abandons the army, after this conversation, it can be discussed.
Pusan Anzhen suppressed his tangled thoughts and was about to make a decision, but after seeing the faces of his subordinates, he suddenly gave up this intention.
These people are all warriors selected by the Jurchen Meng'an Moutou. They usually train troops and teach battles, which is quite impressive. However, looking at their expressions, you can tell that no one wants to go down the mountain to fight, and no one dares to go against the Mongols. They all looked up with their faces, expecting me, the Hebei Xuanfu envoy, to give the order to escape!
Pusan Anzhen couldn't even sigh, she was holding it in her heart and was so confused.
A hundred years after the founding of the Jin Dynasty, all the brave savages in the white mountains and black waters have been treated as useless by the imperial court. There is no way to kill all the trash!
He closed his eyes to prevent those around him from seeing the anger in his eyes and to maintain his image of being confident.
But after he closed his eyes, he could no longer see several generals exchanging glances with each other, and their expressions became increasingly weird.
At this time, the momentum of the angry horses charging into the formation had indeed slowed down, and Ding Haijun still relied on a staggered formation of shields and spears to fight against it. The situation that Pu San Anzhen could see from a high place made the Ding Navy officers feel even more clearly.
A crazy horse is still a horse. It will not suddenly transform into a ferocious beast, let alone learn to take turns to attack. Only the first wave of their impact on the military formation was the most violent. If the horses were slightly hindered, the power of subsequent attacks would drop rapidly.
After paying a considerable price, the soldiers barely maintained their formation and killed many of the angry horses charging into the battle.
The archers at the rear were still firing intensively. In the front row array, the shield bearers still stood closely together, with spears and spears stretching forward like a dense forest, reaching out from their shoulders to stab at random.
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One horse, which had lost several arrows in its body, was too painful to move forward, and instead circled wildly among Ding Haijun's ranks. A spearman used his lunge and stabbed the horse's belly mercilessly. When the gun head was pulled out, a large gash was opened diagonally in the horse's belly. The horse's blood spurted out instantly, and then its gray-white muscles turned out.
The horse neighed continuously and kicked wildly. It first smashed the shields pressed against it on both sides, and then turned to bite other war horses.
After a while, green intestines and gray internal organs flowed out of the wound and slowly hung to the ground, getting longer and longer as the horses ran back and forth. In the blink of an eye, the horse fell sideways and became motionless.
More and more war horses were killed or dispersed, and the pressure on the front of the array gradually eased.
Among the horses were mixed some Mongolian herdsmen who were responsible for driving the horses. They were still shouting and waving their long whips and cracking indiscriminately, trying to make the horses behind them continue charging. But more and more horses stopped obeying instructions and instead ran away. Some of the horses that had rushed into the queue of the Ding Navy were even boldly approached by Ding Navy soldiers and led away.
The soldiers who excitedly rushed to lead the horses were immediately scolded. Zhang Xin and several others would seize the time to run between the queues and repeatedly ordered the reserve team to move forward.
At this moment, a layer of the originally neat military formation was cut off, and it looked like a jagged mess. Officers needed to immediately mobilize troops to fill the scattered gaps and reconnect the broken lines. They also had to re-designate commanders and arrange for the soldiers to clear the way for the auxiliaries to carry the wounded to the rear.
There were a lot of injured people, because most of them suffered internal injuries from being collided by horses, so they needed to be handled with great care. Even so, there were still many wounded who immediately vomited blood and died suddenly as soon as they were moved.
For a time, the entire military formation was in a state of chaos inside and outside.
Seeing this situation, Guo Ning felt a little heavy in his heart, but it didn't show on his face at all.
He turned back and looked at Ma Laoliu, who was standing at the end of the staff team: "You are right, the Mongols used smoke on their horses to irritate these animals. But the faster the horses ran, the smoke in their lungs dissipated. The faster; once the smoke dissipates, the horses will no longer be irritable. Therefore, no matter how many horses are used, it can only be done once."
Ma Laoliu's face shone brightly, and he subconsciously puffed out his chest and belly. He quickly bent down and laughed twice at Guo Ning.
Wang Shixian said in a deep voice: "Envoy, the next wave is coming soon! The Mongols will not stop!"
There are many people in the Ding Navy who are familiar with the Mongolian military tactics, and Wang Shixian has a special say among them. All because the Wanggu tribe he came from was a tribe that had been swinging between the Jin and Mongolia for a long time, and finally sided with the Mongols. Wang Shixian himself has gone deep into the grasslands many times, dealt with the Mongols, and had close contacts.
Since he spoke at this time, Guo Ning nodded repeatedly: "Who do you think the next wave will be?"
"According to their usual tactics, the first wave of light cavalry harasses, the second wave of horseback attack, and the third wave of surrender troops and war slaves. However, at this time, the Mongols do not have a large number of surrender troops in hand, and the slaves are Although San Anzhen has no courage, there is no problem in barely protecting himself, and he will not be scattered or driven away by the Mongols. Then skip this wave, and the main cavalry of the Mongols should come."
Guo Ning nodded in agreement: "It's time to come. Being rushed by the horses, our military formation was a little chaotic, and the Mongols could see it. They will not miss this opportunity."
Having said this, Guo Ning calmed down and took a deep breath: "This is also our opportunity! Let Zhang Shengzhi and the others prepare!"
While the navy was adjusting its formation, the auxiliary soldiers at the rear would come out from the gaps in the queue from time to time, holding sharpened wooden stakes and staggering them into antlers as a cover for the queue.
There was blood everywhere on the ground in front of the array. There were people and horses, and the smell of blood was in the air. The two soldiers moved the wooden stake to the side of the previous antlers and were tying it with hemp rope when they suddenly made a movement. They looked down and saw the gravel on the ground bouncing slightly, slowly seeping into the surface of the pool of blood in the ground, and there was also a faint shaking.
"Come back quickly, come back quickly! The Mongolian cavalry is coming!"
Gongs sounded from all four corners of the array, and several soldiers from behind shouted in unison.
At the height of the stone hill, Pusan Anzhen looked pale: "This is the cowardly Xue army under the Mongolian Khan! The Dinghai navy is over!"
In the naval array, Zhang Xin felt that the blood all over his body was freezing.
"Damn it, this is the cowardly Xue army coming up!" He muttered in a low voice, then raised his arms and shouted: "Don't take a step back! Anyone who backs off will be killed! Anyone who backs off will be deprived of military status and taken back. Farmer, my family will be shamed for generations!"
"It's Xue Jun! Very good!" Surrounded by the soldiers of the Chinese army, Guo Ning still reined in his horse, but his eyes suddenly shone fiercely when he looked ahead: "Old Wang, go there yourself Supervise the battle! Withstand this moment and entangle the Mongols!"
"Today we will let the Mongols bleed like rivers of blood!" Wang Shixian laughed ferociously and clapped his horse forward.
Further behind the Chinese army, there was a simple camp surrounded by many large vehicles for cover. In the camp, Qiu Huiluo and Zhang Shengzhi stood side by side, both sighing with satisfaction.
"Did you hear that? They are the soldiers of the Mongol Khan, the Qiuxue Army!" Qiu Huiluo said loudly to the soldiers in front of him: "This time, we are going to show off our prestige!"
