Set the middle section of the naval march.
More than a dozen large cars were lined up end to end, forming a crooked ring.
Not long after Qiu Huiluo led a group of subordinates forward, he was overtaken by the Mongols. Some of the Mongolian cavalry were outflanking, some were rushing through, and some were running around to disrupt, and they immediately cut his men into pieces. At first, he could use the vehicle to defend himself, but now he could only focus on what he was seeing.
A group of archers were leaning out from the roof of the cart, shooting arrows.
Qiu Huiluo half-crouched on the carriage, looked up at the movements of the archers, and cursed with satisfaction: "These stupid savages are really not afraid of death!"
The few archers closest to him were all wild Jurchens recruited from Liaodong last year, including one with yellow hair.
When Dajin rose and deployed troops in the territory, it recruited a large number of these simple and brave savages who had no regard for life and death as pioneers. Because of their outstanding achievements and their courage to fight against powerful enemies, they also received a special title, called "hard army".
However, after the success of the Jin Kingdom, the Jurchens enjoyed their own wealth and no longer took these poor relatives seriously. Up to now, many wild Jurchens have been recruited by the Ding Navy to fight.
When it comes to riding and shooting skills, these savages do have some unique strengths. The men of the Wild Jurchens began to practice archery when they were children, and the ability to go deep into the mountains and forests to hunt alone was regarded as a sign of adulthood. Their mastery of bows and arrows was generally better than that of the Han children.
Qiu Huiluo listened carefully, and from the roar of horses galloping outside, he could distinguish the miserable screams of many knights falling from their horses. He shouted: "Well done! After the battle, each person has a pig's leg. I'll treat him when he returns to Shandong!"
Before he finished speaking, no fewer than forty or fifty arrows flew in from the outside. Each arrow was fast and accurate, and its power was surprisingly strong. Right before Qiu Huiluo's eyes, most of his archers were shot down almost instantly, like a row of wheat being knocked down by a sickle. The yellow-haired archer had an arrow missing from his face and another stabbed into his neck. He fell with a clang in front of Qiu Huiluo. Blood gushes out from the huge wound on his face and drips from the gap in the car board. .
Qiu Huiluo subconsciously looked at where the blood was flowing, and then jumped up.
He looked through the gap and saw a dark figure moving under the car. Those Mongols used the cavalry as a cover and actually planned to crawl in under the car!
"There are Tatars!" He roared twice, pulled out a straight knife and stabbed into the gap.
Many of his companions followed suit, and some simply leaned over and thrust their spears against the ground. Five or six Mongolians who tried to climb into the car formation were immediately stabbed to death, and the rest escaped in embarrassment using their hands and feet.
But there was also a Dinghai soldier who was unlucky. His ankle was swung in two by the Mongols under the car. He immediately held his white calf bones and rolled around on the ground, wailing, and blood spilled everywhere.
However, this scream did not attract Qiu Huiluo's special attention. Qiu Huiluo's ears were filled with all kinds of sounds.
He snatched a pair of bows and arrows from the dead man's hands and fired randomly. He saw fighting everywhere. His soldiers fought back desperately under the impact of the Mongolian cavalry, roaring desperately. Most of the soldiers were fighting while retreating toward the Lugou River in the east, and some were already standing in the river. Several small car formations that were barely formed began to have gaps.
There was a sudden noise at the back of the car formation, and Zhang Xin, the marching commander, rushed over with several soldiers covered in blood.
"Mr. Qiu! Hasn't the envoy sent an order yet?"
"Just pass the order, and in this situation, a hundred soldiers who gave the order will die on the way."
Qiu Huiluo chuckled twice: "But it's almost over!"
"What's so fast? Why is it so fast?"
"Whether you win or lose this battle, Lao Zhang, you will know soon!"
The front section of the marching column.
The soldiers around Wang Shixian were already in pieces. His own arm was scratched by an extremely sharp scimitar, opening a long wound and bleeding, but he didn't feel any particular pain.
He held the knife in his hand and allowed his concubine to help bandage it. He turned around to see a straight knife next to him, stabbing Chu Cai with a vigilant look on his face.
At the most chaotic moment just now, a group of Mongolian cavalry tore the Dinghai fleet where Chu Cai was at into two halves. Zhang Lin's back was struck by a Mongolian scimitar, and he was in so much pain that he could no longer move. Yila Chucai personally faced off against a Mongolian. Relying on his height and strength, he fought with him twice and luckily survived. He only said that the tiger's mouth is still numb, and he always feels that the knife is not stable, and there will definitely be problems the next time he fights.
"Ahem, Mr. Jin Qing, you'd better stand back. If you make any mistakes, Guo Liulang will not forgive me."
Yi La Chucai gritted his teeth and said: "If the Mongols charge one or two more times, it will be difficult for the soldiers in the front to support us. When the time comes, it will be better to have one more person fighting than one less person."
"If they can withstand it, my subordinates can definitely withstand it. But the Mongols... may not have time to charge one or two more times." Wang Shixian said calmly.
Compared with the terrifying roars of Mongolian cavalry running around, Wang Shixian's voice was hoarse and low, without any momentum. But his voice was firmer, as if the small area controlled by him and hundreds of subordinates always wanted to collapse, but always persisted.
At first, Yizai Chucai thought Wang Shixian was encouraging him out of thin air, so he just sighed and held the straight knife tighter, and then heard the second half of the words.
"What? How do you say this? Lao Wang! Brother Zhong Ming! What did you say? Are you saying that the envoy will soon see the outcome?"
Yizai Chucai kept asking questions, and then looked at the flying flag representing the Ding Navy in the distance.
After looking at it twice, he turned to Wang Shixian: "Brother Zhongming! The envoy is charging again!"
"I know. Zhang Hui's people have already followed." Wang Shixian agreed casually. He took a few steps forward, watching the movements of the Mongols intently, and suddenly noticed a light cavalry suddenly coming out from the side, so he called his personal guards over to give instructions.
"Could it be that the missionary can defeat the Mongols in one fell swoop?"
Yila Chucai cheered himself up with joy, but felt lack of confidence.
He estimated that he would have to carefully ask a veteran like Wang Shixian about the specific details of the battlefield fighting. As soon as he took a step forward, his vision suddenly went dark, and then someone pushed him down hard.
It was several swordsmen and shieldmen who raised their large shields at the same time to protect Yilan Chucai.
As soon as the shield was raised, an arrow hit it with a "keep" sound. Countless people outside shouted: "Come on, come on! Hold on!"
Most of the Dinghai navy officers on the battlefield have fallen into chaos and are struggling to hold on. The Mongolian cavalry roared back and forth between the scattered Ding navy officers, like black tides surging back and forth, and like wolves that finally found fat prey in the desert, viciously attacking repeatedly.
If you only look at these places, the Mongolian army has already won.
They had defeated the Dangxiang army and the Jurchen army countless times before, and this was always the case when they gained the upper hand. The development of the war situation completely followed the route most familiar to the Mongols. As the balance of victory continued to tilt towards the Mongols, they seemed to have seen the final scene of chasing the defeated soldiers and slaughtering them wantonly. That will come soon, maybe a moment, two at the most.
But there are also many Mongols who are not so sure of victory.
For example, the group of cavalry led by Zhabal Fire Master.
In this battle, Genghis Khan divided his troops into two, and half of them were led by Shiji Hutulu and launched a side attack. Half of them still belong to Bai Qi, blocking Ding Haijun's escape to Yijin Pass in Bazhou. Among these half, two thousand-man troops had already suffered heavy casualties under the power of iron artillery, and had actually collapsed.
This loss was even more tragic than the Battle of Liangxiang three days ago. Zhabal Huo Zhe could almost guess that violent turmoil would break out among many tribes on the grassland. With so many Mongolian faces, not everyone would be willing to have an all-conquering Khan on their head, and the Khan's timidity would cause serious damage, which would immediately arouse the restlessness of careerists.
But this is all for the future. The situation in front of him already makes Zha Balhuo want to vomit blood.
Ding Haijun rushed forward!
These enemy troops are all brave and tenacious, and they are powerful enemies that require the full energy of the Mongolian warriors to deal with them. However, knives can deal with it, guns can deal with it, and arrows can deal with it. How can people deal with their iron artillery that explodes and fires?
The iron artillery was originally a weapon for defending the city. Zhabalhuo had seen it when he followed Genghis Khan to attack Zhongxing Prefecture in Xixia and Datong Prefecture in Xijing, Jin Dynasty. It was indeed extremely powerful. But occasionally throwing one or two words will have a very limited impact on the entire battle.
Who would have thought that the Ding Navy would bring so many of them with them and use them in large numbers during field battles?
There is absolutely no way to resist this thing!
No matter what kind of warrior he is, he will die if he goes up and takes a beating, even if he is wearing the best armor, it will be useless. The best result is that the enemy who threw the weapon will also be killed, and everyone will die in pieces.
The lunatic group of Ding Haijun had already used it once. The scene made Zha Balhuo's heart tremble with fear, knowing that they really were not afraid of death.
That means Ding Haijun is likely to use it a second or third time. Among our own warriors, who is willing to go up first and eat that?
Ding Haijun is now rushing forward with wild shouts. Maybe at some point an iron artillery will fly out to clear the way. Who among our own warriors is willing to take the lead?
Without turning around, Zhabalhuo Zhe knew that all the commanders and centurions beside him had ugly expressions.
But if Ding Haijun's charge cannot be stopped...
Genghis Khan himself is right behind!
Genghis Khan should still have two thousand-man troops with him, but at least most of them are still wading through the water in the Triangle Lake. If this group of lunatics who ordered the navy to throw iron artillery cannons at the Great Khan, who could resist?
