After fierce charging down again and again, there were fewer and fewer Song Army cavalry around. Ma Zhong was covered in blood, his wounds were painful, and he could hardly lift the spear in his hand.
The Mongolian cavalry was outnumbered, coupled with their skillful equestrian skills and tacit cooperation, each of the Song cavalry was beheaded under their horses and soon became dead souls under the sword.
"Get down!"
Ma Zhong stabbed a Mongolian cavalryman with a spear, accidentally causing a wound under his ribs, which made him almost cry out in pain.
Two ropes were thrown over, one was around his neck, and the other hit his back, with no success. The Mongolian cavalry who tied his neck ran wildly, trying to pull Ma Zhong off his horse. Ma Zhong was born with supernatural power and grabbed the rope with force, but instead dragged the Mongolian cavalry himself off.
"go to hell!"
Ma Zhong caught up with his horse and shot through the throat of the Mongolian cavalry on the ground. At the same time, he was hit by an arrow in the back, but it failed to break the armor.
"General!"
There was a scream, and Ma Zhong looked up, only to see Ma Yi hit by several arrows, like a hedgehog. He was kneeling on the ground, covered in blood, holding himself up with a knife.
"Ma Yi!"
Ma Zhong's eyes turned red and he cried out.
Two of the three fierce generals of the northwest frontier army were killed in half a day. It seemed that he was about to die.
On the battlefield, life and death is a life-and-death battle, and there is no morality at all. It seemed that the few dozen brothers around him who were fighting so hard were all going to die for the country.
"Kill the prisoners!"
Ma Zhong was filled with grief and anger. He mounted his horse, covered the horse's head with the round shield on his left arm, rushed forward wildly, and stabbed the Mongolian cavalry on the opposite horse with one shot. The horse was also stabbed by a Mongolian knight, causing pain to the horse. Amidst the screams, he threw him off his horse.
Ma Zhong turned over and stabbed the Mongolian cavalry in the horse's neck with his long spear. He then stepped forward and shot the fallen Mongolian knight in the chest.
He rushed to Ma Yi's side, only to find that Ma Yi's head was hanging down and he was dead.
Ma Zhong had no time to feel sad. He rolled over again, and the "Bang Bang" on his shield was filled with arrows. He picked up a horn bow on the ground, opened the bow and nocked an arrow, and fired the arrows in succession. Immediately, two Mongolian cavalry were shot off their horses.
At the same time, Ma Zhong was hit by an arrow in the calf, which was so painful that he fell to the ground.
Looking at the battlefield, there are only a dozen or so Song cavalry left, engaged in a final decisive battle with the Mongolian cavalry.
"Come on! Kill the prisoners!"
Ma Zhong pulled out the feather arrow from his leg, picked up the spear on the ground, and stood up despite the pain.
Seeing the ferocious-looking Mongolian cavalry slowly surrounding them, Ma Zhong took out the last thunderbolt on his body and unscrewed the iron cover.
Blue sky and white clouds, green mountains and green waters, buried in the land of his hometown, God treated him well.
On a hilly highland, in the middle of the Mongolian army's formation, Commander Chaul frowned as he observed the fighting on the battlefield.
I thought that after defeating Jiezhou, the Song army was nothing more than this. Today, it seems that the Song army still has some fighting strength.
"Report, centurion Le Ajie was beheaded by the Song army, and his body was not recovered!"
The Mongolian cavalry came to report, and Chaul couldn't help being surprised.
Le Agai was a famous warrior in the Mongolian army. He was very good at riding and shooting, and he also made great achievements in breaking down the state and city. Unexpectedly, a decoy attack actually killed a warrior in the army.
"Go and check, how many warriors have been killed or injured?"
Chawuer was worried and shouted loudly.
If there were heavy casualties, the taste of Subotai's whip would not be pleasant.
"Chawu'er, no need to ask, more than 400 people were killed. These Song troops have a lot of hard bones!"
Zhebie came over on horseback, with blood still flowing out of the wound on his shoulder.
"Zhe Farewell, you are injured too!"
Chawuer glanced at his subordinates in surprise.
There were more than 400 casualties and the annihilation of thousands of Song troops was an explanation.
"It's almost time to surround the point and call for reinforcements. Otherwise, we should withdraw. After killing these Song soldiers, we will get nothing. It is unnecessary."
Without looting, Zhebie seemed to have no interest.
"What do you know? You only know how to hunt, steal, and play with women."
Chawuer glanced at Zhebie angrily and solemnly explained:
"Have you forgotten what happened in Lingzhou City? Grab some firearms and go back. Subotai isn't that big of a deal."
The Lingzhou defenders were tenacious and Lingzhou City was not captured. Genghis Khan became furious and became seriously ill. As one of Genghis Khan's most loyal "four dogs", Subotai became irritable and perverse as Genghis Khan's condition worsened.
Once a lieutenant in the army suffers heavy casualties, he will inevitably be punished by Subutai and may even lose his life.
Thinking of the tyrannical Subotai, Chaul became worried about gains and losses.
"If we wait and see like this, will the Song army come back for reinforcements? Will they be so stupid?"
The Song army was struggling to the death, and the trapped beasts were still fighting. Zhebie was a little uneasy.
"You think I want to delay this for so long. The Song Army's firearms are powerful, so I have to be careful. The Song Army's firearms are almost exhausted, so let the soldiers fight quickly."
Chaul's words were full of helplessness.
Zhebie took the order and rode away. Chawuer's eyes swept to the southeast. Dozens of Mongolian army rangers galloped towards the Mongolian army's formation.
Chawu'er couldn't help but be startled. If he expected it to be true, reinforcements from the Song Army were coming.
"Report, the Song Army from Mianzhou is coming to rescue, there are about three thousand people, they will be here soon!"
The Mongolian army scouts came to report, and the Mongolian army generals were all smiling. When the Song army comes to help, they can just surround the area to fight for help and fight happily.
"Chawu'er destroyed the Song army, called Zhenhai, and destroyed Mianzhou City by the way. That is much richer than Jiezhou City!"
"That's great! Then we'll plunder it, set the city on fire, and kill all those southerners!"
"Chawu'er, we destroyed Mianzhou City. Not only women's property, but also some firearms may be seized. Subotai will definitely be happy then!"
The Mongolian generals started shouting one after another.
Where did the Song army have the courage to fight in the field with the Mongolian army and reinforce it?
Chaul nodded and suddenly asked:
"Zhenhai is going to attack Xihe Prefecture, haven't you sent anyone to report it yet?"
"Not yet. He must have broken the city and was enjoying himself. It's too late!"
A Mongolian general laughed and replied.
Chaul frowned, and just as he was about to reprimand the generals for their arrogance, someone pointed to the southeast and shouted loudly.
"Look, reinforcements from the Song Army have arrived!"
Chawuer and the Mongolian generals raised their heads and looked toward the southeast.
The dust is flying, flags are fluttering, the Song Army's cavalry is outside, the infantry is in the middle, the artillery and carriages are rumbling, cold light iron clothes, all round iron helmets, stepping on the steps, the queue is neat, looking left and right, straight lines, coming quickly.
"These southerners, they pretend to be mysterious while walking, what's the point of it?"
A Mongolian general said angrily.
"It's all just a show! Let them know what war is all about!"
There are also Mongolian generals gearing up and preparing for a good fight.
"Stop talking nonsense! Pass the order and prepare to fight!"
Chawuer no longer hesitated and immediately issued the military order.
These Song troops were lined up neatly, and the sergeants were dark and strong. They looked like they were no ordinary people.
In the Song army's formation, Cao Youwen picked up a telescope and looked at the remaining formation of the Song army on the hill. Hundreds of Song soldiers were holding on hard, and some were constantly shot over by the Mongolian cavalry. There were only a handful of Song cavalry who rushed into battle with the Mongolian army.
"Cannon, load the ammunition and aim at the fighting Tatar cavalry!"
Cao Youwen had no time to think and shouted loudly.
Of the thousands of troops, only a few hundred people were left, and the entire army was almost wiped out.
"General, if we were closer, the damage would be greater!"
Wang Jian persuaded in a low voice.
Seeing that the Mongolian army formation was ready to move, they were about to meet them. If the gun is fired at this time, the lethality will be greatly reduced.
"Come any closer and all the brothers will be dead! Execute the military order!"
Cao Youwen did not hesitate and issued the military order decisively.
This invasion battle was full of mistakes and the cost was huge. He was really angry and marveled at the mobile killing power of the Mongolian cavalry.
"General cannon, reload!"
Wang Jian shouted angrily, shook his head and secretly said it was a pity.
The artillery was fired at a distance of more than two miles, and the small artillery and thunderbolts were not used, so the Mongolian troops were advantaged in vain.
"Puffy!"
The earth-shattering sound of artillery continued, and countless solid iron balls tore the air and fell into the battle formation of the Mongolian cavalry. The iron ball bounced on the ground, destroying everything it passed. Wherever it passed, people were turned on their backs, their bodies were bloody, and horrifying screams could be heard one after another. The Mongolian cavalry fell off their horses one by one, and the Mongolian cavalry formation was in chaos.
The sound of artillery continued, and more solid iron balls came towards us. Countless Mongolian cavalry fell off their horses. The men and horses were bloody and bloody, and they fell all over the ground.
Hundreds of Mongolian cavalry had arrived twenty or thirty steps in front of the remnants of the Song army in Wu Feng. Earth-shattering artillery sounds continued to sound. In shock, they turned their horses and headed west one after another, and soon got away from the remnants of the Song army. Array.
On the battlefield, Ma Zhong and the remaining ten or so Song Army cavalry were also confused. The Mongolian cavalry who were fighting with them left the battlefield and looked back.
"They are our reinforcements!"
A Song Army cavalry shouted loudly, then fell off his horse, fell to the ground, and gasped violently.
For the rest of his life, Ma Zhong also let out a sigh of relief, immediately lit the fire stick, and ignited the thunder in his hand.
"Brothers, blow up these idiots!"
The remaining Song troops pulled out their thunderbolts one after another, lit them and threw them out.
Explosions sounded one after another. The soldiers helped Ma Zhong mount his horse, and Ma Zhong shouted loudly.
"Get out of here quickly to avoid being accidentally injured!"
Ma Zhong and others ran wildly on their horses and quickly fled the battlefield. Everyone looked around and saw flags fluttering in the wind to the east in the direction of Mianzhou. Amidst the smoke, the word "Song" on some flags could still be clearly seen.
"Reinforcements have finally arrived!"
Ma Zhong was exhausted and lay on the horse, but his heart was heavy.
This young Shangguan is brave and fearless, but his thousands of brothers are gone, how can he explain to Shangguan?
There are still more than two miles, and the Song Army's artillery carriage is filled with gunpowder smoke. Amidst the thundering sound of artillery, countless black dots are flying in the sky, drawing arcs, or directly hitting the Mongolian cavalry, or jumping on the solid ground in the northwest. Flying and rushing into the battle formation of the Mongolian cavalry.
The Mongolian cavalry was in a mess, and some Mongolian cavalry wanted to circle and shoot, but they were enveloped by the Song army's more violent artillery fire. They were beaten to stagger like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. The rest of the Mongolian cavalry were scattered and fled to the northwest, risking their lives. .
The horns kept sounding, and all the Mongolian cavalry turned their horses around, evacuated the battlefield, and fled to the surrounding areas risking their lives.
This was not the first time they had seen the power of firearms.
