In the early morning, before it was fully light, more than two hundred large vehicles appeared at the gate of the Mongolian army camp outside Yingli City.
"For what?"
Several Mongolian soldiers came out of the camp bag and came to the gate of the camp, asking about party items. They are the foot soldiers in the Mongolian army, watching people serve food, and the food is also prepared for them.
"My lord, I came from Shatuo to deliver food to Yingli. The military lords are right behind!"
Wang Ying quickly replied in party language with a playful smile.
Most of the Mongolian troops were cavalry, and the main camp was set up outside the city. This was not only a matter of custom, but also because the terrain outside the city was wide and conducive to cavalry attacks.
"Follow me and transport the grain to the granary in the south."
The Mongolian soldiers took a look at the lazily "Mongolian Army" cavalry behind them, moved their horses away directly, and let the peasants' carts enter the camp.
The trenches and wooden piles were so-so, and there were no arrow towers. The camp was deserted and snoring like thunder. It seemed that most of the Mongolian troops were still sleeping.
Wang Ying snorted softly and shook her head secretly.
The Mongolian army is afraid of heat, and the coolness of the morning is a good time to sleep. In addition, the Mongolian army conquered cities and territories all the way and was invincible. There was no fighting in Xixia. After slacking off, they had lost their due preparedness.
Wang Ying touched the cold grenade on his waist and waited for a while, determined to turn this place into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
It's a pity that there is a lack of cavalry, otherwise this scene of iron cavalry running rampant would have been a good sight.
What a pity Li Shou...
Wang Ying felt a sore nose and looked up. She seemed to have walked halfway through the camp. Wang Ying gently took out the Zhentian Lei from his waist, unscrewed the iron cover, then took out the fire stick to polish it, and lit the fuse of the Zhentian Lei.
"What are you doing so stupidly? Hurry up..."
The Mongolian army leading the way had a face full of surprise. Before he finished speaking, the Song soldiers behind him stabbed him several times in the back and neck with sharp blades.
"Sleep well!"
Wang Ying whispered softly, stepped forward and opened the felt curtain of a camp bag, and threw the smoking thunder in his hand.
all!
Violent explosions sounded in the Mongolian camp, one after another, breaking the tranquility of the early morning.
"Pikemen, prepare!"
Cao Erxiong shouted loudly and urged his horse forward.
"Brothers, follow me to cross the Tatar North Camp!"
Amidst the roar, Cao Erxiong led hundreds of cavalry and rushed into the camp gate. Behind the cavalry, countless spearmen followed closely.
"The artillery is all set up and aimed at the city gate!"
Zhao Ming shouted angrily.
The Mongolian army camp outside the city had its own grenadiers and pikemen to deal with it, and was assisted by Cao Erxiong and two hundred cavalry. He only needs to lead the artillery to deal with the Mongolian cavalry that may appear in the city.
Sky-shaking thunder continued to explode in the camp, and broken pieces of iron flew wantonly, killing the Mongolian troops. There were plumes of smoke billowing everywhere in the camp, each camp bag was blown to pieces, many camp bags collapsed, and the choking smell of gunpowder smoke filled the air everywhere. From some tattered camp bags, we could see countless injured Mongolian soldiers squirming and groaning in a pool of blood, screaming pitifully, and the cries were earth-shattering.
Summer is hot and early morning is a good time to sleep. The Song army suddenly rose up, catching the careless Mongolian army by surprise. Many Mongolian soldiers lost their lives while still sleeping. The entire Mongolian army camp also fell into chaos.
Some Mongolian troops had no time to rush out of their tents, and were killed and wounded by the Song army's sky-shaking thunder. Some tents fell down. The Song army did not hesitate and stabbed the Mongolian army struggling to come out of the tent. The screams were endless, dyeing the gun tips and shafts red, and also dyed the tents red.
After throwing three thunderbolts in a row, Wang Ying and all the Song soldiers immediately took out their spears from the grain cart, formed a group of three, or formed a queue, and went straight to the panicked Mongolian army in the smoke.
The Mongolian army had no time to put on armor, and many of them were naked, holding knives and bows. Some met the approaching Song army on a narrow road and collided with each other in an instant.
There was constant shouting and cursing in Turkic, Mongolian, Dangxiang, Jurchen, Chinese, Dashi, and even some unknown languages. They were immediately in close combat, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, and soon a large number of people fell to the ground.
The air was filled with the smell of blood, and there were corpses and injured people moaning and screaming everywhere. Broken arms and hands, and human organs were all over the ground. The two sides fought with their lives on the blood and broken limbs, and everyone's face turned red.
"Brothers, kill!"
Cao Erxiong took the lead and led the Song army's cavalry in a rampage, killing them desperately. The knights gathered around him and formed an arrow formation to charge forward.
Although the Song army lacked horses and cavalry, the cavalry had excellent armor and complete protective equipment for the horses. Compared with the Mongolian army's armor, the Song army's fine steel armor undoubtedly has great advantages and its impact is amazing.
The Song Army's cavalry formation was turbulent and devastated all the way. The panicked Mongolian army was constantly being hacked and killed, and soon the Mongolian army's northern camp was penetrated.
The panicked Mongolian troops fled to the south of the camp. Cao Erxiong was about to lead the troops to continue the attack, but was stopped by the generals.
Cao Erxiong is the commander-in-chief of the army. If he were to die in battle, the generals would not be able to bear this responsibility.
"General, Tartar warhorse!"
A sergeant pointed at the numerous horses in the stable and screamed in surprise.
No matter how you look at it, there are thousands of war horses here.
In the Mongolian army's camp, there were almost all war horses outside the Mongolian army's tents, but each man had only one horse. As for other war horses, they still need to be tamed centrally to avoid overcrowding in the camp.
"Isn't this strange? I heard that in the Tatar expedition to the west, one cavalryman had six horses. He is rich and powerful, so he has to obey!"
Cao Erxiong suppressed the shock in his heart and said disdainfully.
With these captured war horses, the mobility of Lu Wende's army will be greatly enhanced, and they will not be afraid of the Mongolian cavalry.
"Some people are watching the stables! Others are following me to deal with the remnants of the Tatar army!"
Cao Erxiong shouted loudly, looking towards Yingli City. The city gate was always closed.
"prick!"
Wang Ying shouted angrily, and together with several Song Army spearmen, they thrust their spears straight. The Mongolian army on the opposite side was stabbed to pieces, and almost no one could stop them. They moved forward along the center line of the camp, killing gods when they stood in the way, and killing Buddhas when they stood in the way of Buddha. No matter how ferocious the Mongolian warriors were, they were stabbed repeatedly by their spears. Soon they were covered with countless bloody holes and fell to the ground.
The Mongolian cavalry is good at riding and shooting, but it is weak in infantry formation fighting. The spearmen of the Song Army fought in groups, with countless spear heads. They evaded one or two, but not the third or fourth. In particular, the Song Army's stabbing technique was extremely destructive, accurate and ruthless, and it stabbed all the vital points and vital points. The Mongolian army could not avoid it, and either died or were seriously injured. The spearmen of the Song Army moved forward and were invincible. The Mongolian troops fell one after another and retreated hastily.
"Bow and arrow, shoot!"
The Mongolian generals were all veterans in the army and had experienced countless battles. They shouted loudly and commanded the Mongolian army to use the tent cover to shoot the Song soldiers.
Feather arrows roared, and Song soldiers were constantly being shot over, and their forward offensive was stalled.
"Hurry up and get on your horse! Fight out!"
The Mongolian generals shouted one after another, and the Mongolian troops were looking for their horses, and they were about to mount their horses and charge.
The Mongolian army was good at riding and shooting. If they dismounted and fought with the enemy, there was only one way to die.
The smoking thunderbolts were thrown over one after another, and they were all over the ground. The Mongolian soldiers were stunned, their faces turned pale, and some people screamed in shock.
"firearm!"
It was this kind of firearm that caused them heavy casualties. They failed in Lingzhou City and had to fall into a protracted war. This kind of murderous and demonic thing made everyone in the Mongolian army frightened, and many people's expressions changed.
"Tongtong" explosions continued to sound, and the Mongolian troops who mounted their horses were shrouded in thick smoke. Pieces of human and horse meat were flying in the sky, falling everywhere on the ground around them, and the smell of blood in the air was even stronger.
A gust of wind blew by, and the corpses of men and horses were all over the ground. The eyes were full of men and horses screaming and wailing in a pool of blood. The broken limbs and the dirty blood in the eyes made people feel sick and wanted to flee.
The remaining Mongolian cavalry sat on their horses stupidly. After a while, they fought their horses and fled desperately. They even lost the courage to shoot arrows.
Cao Erxiong snorted coldly, waved his hand, and the horses galloped. The Song cavalry rushed towards the fleeing Mongolian cavalry.
"Push it over!"
Wang Ying pushed off the meat on his shoulders in disgust, shouted loudly, and strode forward together with the Song soldiers. As far as the eye could see, a Mongolian general in bright armor was directing the surrounding Mongolian troops to resist. Wang Ying took out the Thunderbolt, lit it, and threw it with all his strength.
Amid the choking smell of gunpowder smoke, Wang Ying and his men rushed over, stabbing people and riding horses. The Mongolian soldiers often could not hold out for one or two rounds before being stabbed over by more spearheads. When they arrived in front of General Meng, they saw him lying in a pool of blood, with all the intestines in his stomach flowing out. He covered his bloody lower abdomen, looked at Wang Ying, and cursed, unable to understand what he was saying.
"Go on your way with peace of mind!"
Wang Ying shot hard, steadily and accurately, piercing General Meng's throat, and then pulled out the spear. He looked at the bright eastern sky and shouted sadly.
"Brother Li Shou, I..."
Wang Ying choked with sobs, but could no longer speak.
The Song soldiers, in groups of three, rushed forward and fought bloody battles with the Mongolian troops in the camp. The Song army continued to move forward, and soon leveled most of the Mongolian army's camp, approaching the Mongolian army that was huddled in the southeast corner and resisting stubbornly.
"all!"
Countless thunderbolts were thrown towards the southeast corner of the camp, and the thunderous explosions shook the earth. The remaining Mongolian troops were shrouded in the smoke generated by the explosions. In the flying dust, the Mongolian army's flesh and blood flew everywhere, ghosts cried and wolves howled. The remaining Mongolian troops panicked and fled one after another, risking their lives in all directions.
"go to hell!"
The Song Army cavalry urged their horses forward, and with a flash of the long sword in their hands, a man ran over, and the Mongolian army, who had been blown up and had no owner, was chopped to the ground, screaming in agony.
Looking at the horror in his eyes, it seemed that it was not the killing of the Song Army's cavalry, but the horrific scene caused by the explosion just now.
The cavalry of the Song Army attacked one after another to hunt down the remnants of the Mongolian army that fled in the wilderness.
"Aim for me, don't miss any one!"
Zhao Ming stared closely at Yinglinan City Gate and gave careful instructions to the gunners.
"General, don't worry, no one of them can escape!"
The gunner said with a smile on his face, bowing his head.
Zhao Shu nodded and was about to speak when a gunner screamed.
"General, east gate!"
Zhao Shu was startled and looked towards the east gate, only to see hundreds of Mongolian cavalry running wildly towards the east.
"...These...I'll go!"
Zhao Shu was stunned, staring at the back of the fleeing Mongolian cavalry, speechless.
The invincible and invincible Mongolian army actually gave up rescuing their comrades in the camp outside the city and fled directly.
He and these gunners just put up a flower display outside the south city gate, and no one cared about it.
In desperation, Zhao Shu glanced at the Mongolian army camp. Occasionally, thunderous explosions were heard. The Song army soldiers were chasing the Mongolian army that was sparsely fleeing. The fighting was not fierce, and the battle had come to an end.
After the sound of fighting ended, calm returned to the sky, and the flag of the Song Army was flying at the top of the city.
On the sixth day of June in the third year of Xingqing in the Song Dynasty, the northwest frontier army of the Song Dynasty, after approaching the Xishou Baotai Military Division of Roulang Mountain in Xixia, went a step further and occupied Yingli City in Jiuqu of the Yellow River. Yingli City is stuck at the throat of Hexi and Xingling. It is only three hundred miles away from Lingzhou City and can be reached in one day by land and water.
At this point, the transportation between the Song Dynasty and Xixia has been fully connected. The year-and-a-half-long siege of Xixia has begun to show signs of light.
