Wu Feng looked into the distance. Mongolian cavalry followed from behind, firing arrows from both sides. The deserters from the Song army who had followed Cheng Xin fell to the ground one after another, and the formation continued to become thinner.
And those fleeing men, surrounded by fine cavalry and running for their lives, were none other than Cheng Xin and others. They might escape from the "hunting ground", and the infantry and most of the cavalry who fled with them would probably lose their lives.
After looking at the few ammunition left, Wu Feng sighed secretly.
He really regretted why he hadn't been tougher and asked Ma Zhong and Ma Yi to bring chariots, which could not only defend but also bring artillery to increase their firepower.
These generals at the frontier still fought in the old school, and they knew nothing about the power and tactics of the Mongolian cavalry. He thought that he could solve the problem with his own bravery, but he didn't know that the battlefield was dangerous and a careless person could mean life or death.
He himself was undecided when faced with the situation. He didn't know that the battlefield was dangerous. It was a trivial matter to lose his future. I was afraid that he would have to leave a hundred kilograms here in the northwest.
"General Ma, General Ma, what are you going to do?"
Wu Feng was surprised when he saw more than 200 Song Army cavalry behind them mounting their horses one after another, all of them fully clothed.
Are these guys trying to risk their lives?
"Brother, there is not much artillery ammunition left. Are we waiting here to be shot to death? If we die, let us brothers die on horseback!"
Ma Zhong chuckled miserably. It was Cheng Xin's urging, his carelessness and lack of persistence that led to the casualties of so many brothers.
"Wu Feng, let me show you today whether you, the dandy from Lin'an City, are the stronger one, or I, the hero from the northwest, are stronger!"
Ma Yi is riding on a horse, with a shield in his left hand and a spear in his right hand. He is covered in blood, like a god of death.
"General, the Tatar cavalry are accustomed to long-range shooting, and our army may not be a match for them in cavalry and archery duels. We should wait for reinforcements to arrive!"
Wu Feng was shocked and tried to persuade him.
These Northwest men are not afraid of death and are born warriors, but they are just too stubborn and upright.
"Wu Feng, since military orders are like mountains, you just have to obey them!"
Ma Zhong's face darkened, and he beat his horse out of the riding formation.
"Brothers, let's also let these guys from the martial arts hall see if our brothers in the Northwest Frontier Army are any cowards?"
Although both of them are commanders, Ma Zhong is the commander-in-chief of Qifangguan and Wu Feng is the artillery commander. On the surface, Ma Zhong is still Wu Feng's commander-in-chief.
Ma Yi urged the horse forward, laughing and making loud noises.
"Wu Feng, you dandy yamen of Lin'an City, you lost!"
The Song Army cavalry raised their swords one after another, and some laughed loudly and uninhibitedly.
This may be the last pride of their lives as frontier soldiers of the Song Dynasty.
"Brothers from the martial arts hall, well done!"
After Ma Zhong finished speaking, he patted the horse on his hip and galloped forward.
"There is no retreat, brothers. See you in the next life!"
"I'm willing to die with the general!"
"Wu Feng, remember to collect the body for me, otherwise I won't spare you!"
The Song Army cavalry behind Ma Zhong urged their horses to come out of the Song Army's formation. They looked relaxed and the sabers in their hands were sharp.
The Song Army cavalry rode away, no one looked back, Wu Feng couldn't help but his eyes got hot.
If we were still in Lin'an City, how could we see such a brave warrior and a warrior of the country?
"General, what should I do?"
The gunners around him were at a loss for a moment, with their eyes wide open.
The Song Army's cavalry charged into battle. Without their horses, the army seemed to have no choice but to wait for reinforcements.
"Shoot out all the remaining cannonballs to cover the charge of General Ma and others. Don't leave any! All the gunners will become pikemen and prepare to fight the Tatars!"
Wu Feng raised his head, afraid that he would shed tears.
"Commander, the Tatar cavalry are charging forward. Just tell me what to do?"
A gunner couldn't hold his breath and urged anxiously.
"You have to hold your back even before you die. Listen to me, brothers, it's still a tactic to lure the enemy. Take your shield, throw a few thunderbolts from a distance, then when you get there, greet these idiots properly, and then spear Soldiers charge!”
Wu Feng glared at the gunner and shouted angrily.
"All gunners, load your ammunition and aim forward!"
The Ma Zhong tribe attacked, and the Mongolian cavalry gathered from all over, and seemed to have entered the shooting range of the artillery.
"General, the Tatar cavalry on the flank are coming up again!"
A sergeant shouted loudly.
"Ignore it, head on, shoot me!"
Wu Feng shouted loudly, and before he knew it, his tears disappeared and his heart became as hard as iron.
On the battlefield, there is really no room for tears.
The gunners looked at each other and lit the fuse.
It is inevitable that the shelling will affect the fish in the pond.
The sound of artillery sounded, earth-shaking, and shotguns flew in the sky, over the heads of the Song cavalry, and headed straight for the Mongolian cavalry with their bows and arrows ready.
The artillery roared and the arrows whistled. People in Ma Zhong's cavalry formation kept falling off their horses. The sound of the artillery disappeared. Ma Zhong's cavalry formation had already encountered the Mongolian cavalry, and soon there was a fierce close combat.
The Mongolian cavalry flew with arrows. They shouted and screamed like wolves and tigers, and they moved forward one after another, heading straight towards the formation of the remaining soldiers of the Song army.
It was these guys' firearms that cost them hundreds of knights. They kept firing arrows, vowing to kill all the Song soldiers without leaving any one behind.
"Zhentian Lei, prepare!"
Wu Feng shouted loudly and tightened his grip on the spear in his hand.
I often practice stabbing skills, and I am very familiar with them, but I have never killed an enemy in battle.
Today, he, Wu Feng, was going to give Frost Blade a try.
Several thunderbolts were thrown, only knocking over a few Mongolian cavalry, and the casualties were negligible.
Circles of Mongolian light cavalry came from all directions. They made strange whistles and fired arrows. In a blink of an eye, they were within fifty or sixty steps in front of the Song army's formation. The Song Army's firearms were about to run out, and the Mongolian cavalry's morale was greatly boosted. They were red-eyed and prepared for the final killing.
The shield bearers of the Song Army struggled to support themselves, allowing the soldiers in the formation to be shot and wounded continuously, and tried their best to protect the gunners and soldiers in the formation.
"bomb!"
Wu Feng shouted loudly, lit a thunderbolt himself, covered his body with the shield in his left hand, took a few steps, and threw the smoking thunderbolt out with all his strength.
Fortunately, the thunderbolts are easy to carry, and fortunately there are still a few thunderbolts left. Otherwise, the entire army would have been wiped out and died under the rain of arrows from the Mongolian army.
The explosion of "Tongtong" sounded, and a cloud of smoke filled the air. Hundreds of Mongolian light cavalry swarmed in and fell off their horses. Their cries of crying for father and mother were earth-shattering. The Mongolian cavalry on the periphery could not clearly see their figures, and the fronts of both sides were blocked by thick smoke.
Taking advantage of the smoke generated by the thunder explosion to confuse the opponent, Wu Feng held a shield and a spear and took the lead, leading countless Song Army spearmen to rush towards the Mongolian cavalry.
A horse came towards us. The Mongolian cavalry on the horse held a spear about ten feet long and pointed forward. A Song Army spearman was unable to dodge and was stabbed in the shoulder by the spear. He fell to the ground on his back and the war horse stepped over him. , Song Bing's chest collapsed immediately.
The Mongolian cavalry jumped on their horses and ran rampant, knocking away a Song soldier. Just as they were about to crash into the Song army's shield formation, two spears flew towards him, one from the left and the other from the right.
The spears were fast and fierce, piercing the vital points. The Mongolian cavalry had superb riding skills and clamped the horse's belly with their legs. The war horse was in pain and flew several feet into the air, barely dodging two spears.
"fall!"
Wu Feng didn't have time to think or dodge, and shot hard, piercing the neck of the horse that had just fallen. The Mongolian knight was thrown off his horse and his spear fell to the ground. He fell to the ground and almost collided with Wu Feng who was rolling to avoid the horse.
Wu Feng picked up an ownerless long knife from the ground and had no time to pay attention to the spear a few meters away. The Mongolian knight who landed on the ground was strong and had already drawn his sword and was fighting with Wu Feng. The two sides went back and forth, it was extremely dangerous, and soon they were covered in blood. Then the Mongolian army was hit by Wu Feng on the shoulder, and Wu Feng was also hit in the chest. The two fell to the ground almost at the same time.
Wu Feng was sweating profusely and had severe pain in his chest. The iron armor on his body saved his life. Although the Mongolian knight is a warrior in the army and is good at riding and shooting, he is not superior in close combat, and his leather armor almost caused one of his shoulders to be chopped off by Wu Feng.
Wu Feng stood up, stepped forward with the knife, and struck hard.
The Mongolian knight, who had difficulty standing up, struggled to avoid the first knife, but could not avoid the second knife. Wu Feng's divine power cut him almost to the point where his head and body were separated.
"Centurion!"
The Mongolian knights were shocked. Some people exclaimed loudly, and they all galloped straight towards Wu Feng. Wu Feng threw away his sword, picked up his shield and spear, rolled to avoid the impact of a Mongolian knight, turned the gun barrel, and hit one of the hind legs of his horse.
The horse fell down and before the Mongolian army could stand up, Wu Feng stepped forward and pierced his heart with a spear.
Just as Wu Feng drew out his spear, a Mongolian knight passed by on horseback. The sharp sword in his hand was raised. Wu Feng was sweating profusely and was almost weak. He tried his best to turn his body to one side. The sword passed by his head and was accidentally raised by Wu Feng. The left arm just touched.
Severe pain came from his left arm, Wu Feng almost fainted, staggered and fell to the ground.
"all!"
Several thunderbolts flew over, and the Mongolian cavalry that was swarming fell down. The rest were frightened. Seeing that the Song army seemed to be dropping bombs again, they beat their horses and fled.
The thunderbolt is so lethal that the person it touches will suffer from bloody injuries, ruptured intestines and bleeding, the death state is extremely gruesome, and the wounds are even more horrific. Frightened and suspicious, the Mongolian army regrouped and began to slowly surround them again.
Wu Feng was dragged back to the Song Army's formation. His wounds were bleeding profusely, his left forearm had long since disappeared, and he passed out.
"Medical officer!"
The sergeant was so distraught that he shouted loudly.
Wu Feng has a bold personality and has great military morale. When the sergeants saw that he was unconscious and had lost his left arm, everyone wept.
The medical officer braved the rain of arrows and stepped forward, terrified, to treat Wu Feng's wounds.
With Wu Feng's injuries, even if he could save his life, he would still be seriously injured and disabled and would not be able to go to the battlefield.
Around the remaining formation of the Song army, the Mongolian light cavalry began to circle and fire arrows, killing the Song army with arrow rain. Ma Zhongbu and the Mongolian cavalry rushed into the formation, making them mistakenly believe that the Song army had no weapons and rushed forward to kill them. Instead, they killed and injured hundreds of cavalry.
These cunning and difficult southerners cannot figure out their intentions or their true strength until the last moment.
Anyway, the Song army has no horses and cannot escape. Since they are stubbornly resisting, let's slowly fight a protracted battle, slowly wear them out, and by the way, they can surround the points and call for reinforcements.
