"oh?"
The soldier holding the gun nodded, and after a while, asked: "Kill them all? Did we win?"
Zhang Xin grinned and wanted to laugh. He patted the soldier on the shoulder: "There are still so many Mongols outside! The battle is still easy to fight!"
"That's true..." The soldier nodded.
He held the spear and looked around again. On the messy turf, the soil turned up by the horses' hooves was mixed with blood stains. Falling on the blood stains in various postures were thousands of corpses and even more severed arms and limbs.
On this kind of battlefield, you usually see many wailing wounded people. But in his eyes at this moment, the number of wounded was very small. All that could be seen were wounded soldiers from the Dinghai Navy, and there were medical officers and auxiliary soldiers from the army running over to take care of them, sweating profusely.
The many Mongolians who rushed into the queue were all elite riders with extraordinary skills. Many people can jump back and forth on horseback, as strong as apes. The momentum of their charge was even more shocking, and then they were killed by our Ding Haijun.
From the time they charged until now, only two moments had probably passed. The sunset's slanting shadow is not very long, and the clouds in the sky are still bright. But all the Mongols were dead. Not only were their corpses piled everywhere, but their discarded flags and broken weapons were also scattered all over the ground.
The soldier suddenly thought that the scene he saw before leaving Jinan was the same, but that time, the people who died were all villagers and elders, and they were not as uplifting as this time. His nasal cavity suddenly felt a little blocked, and he felt that he was about to lose control of his emotions, so he raised his hand to wipe his face.
Then he heard the rumble of drums coming from the direction of the Chinese army. The order represented by the sound of the drum is familiar to the soldiers. It is calling the soldiers to return to their proper positions immediately according to the previous array arrangement.
As soon as the drum sounds, everyone immediately puts down what they are doing. There must be no delay, and they must move quickly. There is no need to wait for the officer's guidance. Each unit, each unit, each team and even the higher-level establishments will wait until they are in place before confirming .
The soldier turned around without hesitation and started running.
Most of the military uniforms worn by the soldiers were dark gray or black, because Guo Ning deliberately differed from the Jurchens' custom of wearing white. But at this moment, the clothes and armor of many soldiers were stained with red blood. Thousands of people moved at the same time, like crimson streams meandering inside the military formation.
Many of the soldiers who make up the stream will look at the traces of fighting around them while taking action, looking at the ferocious-looking corpses of the Mongolian soldiers. In particular, some junior officers such as generals, captains or Pu Liyan looked more carefully. Most of them have weathered faces and hands covered with thick, rough calluses.
These people are veterans. For example, Wang Mazi had been in the army for many years and had a somewhat tired temperament, so he was not suitable for the environment in the military academy and was not promoted quickly.
But such a veteran is not lacking in knowledge. They especially understood what kind of military structure the Great Mongolia established by Genghis Khan was, and what the Qixue Army represented in this military structure. From this, they can especially feel the significance of this battle.
Since coming to Shandong with Guo Ning, the veterans have become accustomed to winning one victory after another, and they are almost losing money. But even so, no one really puts the Ding Navy on the same level as the Mongolian Army.
The past few victories against the Mongolian army were either seen as surprise attacks at the cost of huge casualties, or as the result of Guo Ning's superior bravery. They couldn't imagine that one day they would defeat the Mongolian army so easily, and they would still be the most elite Qixue army!
This battle was so enjoyable, it could even be said that it was not a battle, but a massacre!
We massacred Qixue's army! It’s not just the Mongolian army that can ride around and kill Han people everywhere, we Han people can also kill the Mongolian army if we get ruthless! Moreover, those killed were the most elite ones in the Mongolian army!
Yes, this is taking advantage of those iron artillery. But isn’t the iron artillery also a weapon of our navy? In the final analysis, it was us who won decisively. It was us who surrounded us from all sides and slaughtered more than a thousand timid Xue troops in one breath!
The Qixue army is indeed the most elite among the Mongolian army, and because they also represent the location of the Mongolian Khan, they often cause the morale of the Jin army to collapse as soon as they enter the battlefield. Many old soldiers remember the experience when they were in the army and were defeated by the Qie Xue army in a situation that was originally maintainable, and then there were a lot of casualties. This experience has left a psychological shadow on many people, which cannot be easily erased.
But at this moment, these shadows no longer exist at all. It's like the dirt has been wiped off the mirror of your heart, never to come back again.
Although Guo Xuanshi is the most powerful general, our Dinghai Navy itself and the officers of Dinghai Navy are getting stronger and stronger! We are well-trained, courageous, and our weapons... hehe, our weapons are even better!
So what if Xue Jun is timid? These timid knights of Xue's army were cut off with a single blow on the head, wouldn't they be dead? After death, isn't it just a place full of dirty blood and flesh?
My knife-holding hand was numb from the shock of Tianling Gai, but if I had to chop him seventeen or eight more times, what would be the difficulty?
Many soldiers knew that Genghis Khan personally led his troops to fight this battle. Facing this terrifying opponent, everyone was inevitably a little nervous or worried. But now, a lot of this tension and worry suddenly disappeared, and instead of it, there was even a little bit of eagerness to try.
The Mongol Khan controlled all areas of the grassland with ninety-five thousand households, and then suppressed the ninety-five thousand households with a timid army of 10,000 people. The so-called Great Mongolia was nothing more than this layer-by-layer management method. It's a pity that Xue's army of 10,000 people is very timid. How many more times can we withstand the Marine Corps killing us like this?
Thinking of this, some soldiers specially broke off their fingers and whispered to the man beside them: "Kill five more times, six at most!"
At this moment, several groups of Mongolian cavalry, including several other Qianhu of Qixue Army, were still circling outside the military formation. The sound of horse hooves was still very loud, and the smoke and dust raised were not much different from just now.
But why didn't they dare to rush in and rescue their companions? They don't dare! They are afraid!
Look at the state of these Mongols now. They don't even dare to get close to the military formation to take away their abandoned ownerless horses!
Don't be afraid, come on. Hurry up and have a fight, it's almost dark, we're waiting!
Just a few moments after the various units and teams returned to the formation, the mentality of many soldiers was completely different. Once the mentality of experienced junior officers changes, it will immediately affect their colleagues around them.
As the soldiers ran towards their respective headquarters, they made no noise. Only the footsteps of thousands of people walked across the grass on the ground, making a "swish" sound, like the sound of spring silkworms chewing mulberry leaves.
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When they were about to return to their headquarters and Wugoshi gathered one after another while running, the originally scattered footsteps suddenly gained a rhythm. Many soldiers stepped on the ground hard for some unknown reason, and the sound of neat footsteps on the ground immediately merged into a roar that could echo the sound of drums.
Naturally, there were also casualties among the officers and soldiers of each department. Wang Mazi's familiar companions were missing by seven or eight, and Zhang Xin had just learned that General Feng, the sixth capital next door, had died in the battle. So he immediately promoted a lieutenant to take over Lao Feng's position as captain when he was in charge of the march, and then transferred a few veterans to fill the gap in their team.
Generally speaking, checking one's own casualties between battles can easily affect morale.
But now, there is no sign of this.
Zhang Xin gave orders one after another to adjust his subordinates. Wang Mazi and other senior soldiers were all in place. Without waiting for the generals to give orders, they shouted to their companions and asked the soldiers to raise their own army flags, capital flags and even team flags. So in the black military formation, countless red military flags fluttered in the wind again, shining brightly under the setting sun.
"good!"
Witnessing this scene, Old Liu, an old pawn from the fourth capital of Wu, who was known to Guo Ning because of his good appetite, felt a rush of blood in his chest. He praised loudly and couldn't help but clapped his hands.
To the east of Ding Haijun's main formation, on the high ground near the direction of Liao Shi Gang, Ding Hai Hai's fourth and fifth divisions of the Wu-character were stationed here to cover the flanks of the army.
The significance of this task is understood by experienced soldiers. The soldiers not only guarded against the Mongols, but also kept an eye on Hebei Meng'an on the Liaoshi Hill to try to defeat the army. After all, in the past few years, every time they encountered a war, the performance of the Jurchens was unreliable, so the navy must prevent them from getting dizzy and doing something inexplicable.
Lao Liu never neglected military affairs. He always stood on the top of a huge rock in the center of the highland, watching the battle in his own formation, and then turned to look at the Jurchen camp high on the Liaoshi Hill.
