The warm sun was high, the sky and the earth were desolate. The Mongolian army coach Torre stood on a hill, looking at the brutal fighting in front of him, secretly feeling frightened.
The sound of artillery was fierce, thunderous explosions were heard one after another, and arrows were like locusts. The Mongolian warriors were attacked by violent storms. They came into contact with the Song army's formation several times, and both sides suffered heavy casualties. Several hours passed, but the Mongolian army never broke through the Song army's attack. Live line.
The Mongolian cavalry has dominated the world for decades, and this battle before them is a bitter battle that has never been fought before.
After the formation, the camp was full of wounded soldiers, at least thousands of them. Not to mention the warriors who died in battle.
After these days, the Han army was almost completely lost, and the cavalry suffered more than 10,000 casualties.
"Report! Marshal, the Song army is coming from the west, with a total of 100,000 people!"
Torre was considering whether to send troops for reinforcements and broke through the Song army's defense line in one fell swoop. The rear rangers came to report, which surprised Torre, Subotai and others.
"Where is Anzhu'er? Where is his army?"
Subotai asked anxiously.
"The weapons of the Song army were too fierce. Yin Zhuyou was killed in battle, and less than 2,000 people were withdrawn. The rest, I'm afraid..."
The sergeant reported carefully, but Torre and others all looked ugly.
"This guy Yizhu'er, alas..."
Kuo Duan groaned bitterly.
Most of the Han army was killed in the battle. Including the losses in Xingyuan Mansion, the Han army of 20,000 people had lost 15,600. Counting the 8,000 cavalry lost in Yizhu'er, the Mongolian army lost close to 20,000 cavalry.
The 70,000-strong army on the Mongolian West Route has been reduced by nearly 40,000!
"Marshal, one hundred thousand Song troops are approaching fiercely. We must break through the Song army's defense line in front of us!"
Liu Heima couldn't help but persuade.
"Marshal, we need more soldiers to snipe the Song army's reinforcements. Otherwise, the Song army will attack from both sides, and our army will be completely destroyed. Let me go!"
Subotai immediately stepped forward to ask for orders.
"Marshal, I'm going to stop the Song army!"
Kuo Duan, the second son of the Mongolian Khan Wokuotai, looked at the numerous casualties among the Mongolian knights and the corpses piled up into hills, and his eyes were about to burst into flames.
"Timur, you guys, follow me!"
One hundred thousand Song troops are coming from behind. If the passage to the east cannot be opened, tens of thousands of troops may be annihilated.
"Prince, the Song army has one hundred thousand soldiers!"
Timur stuttered a little.
Three lines of Song troops attacked, one hundred thousand strong, outnumbered, and five thousand Mongolian knights. Isn't this a moth flying into the flame?
"Are you afraid? You are all our warriors from Mongolia. If we don't stop the Song army behind us, it will be difficult for our army to break through the Song army's encirclement. Follow me!"
Kuoduan roared loudly, turned the horse's head, and beat the horse to the rear. Timur and other generals did not dare to stop him and quickly followed. Kuo Duan is a prince of the Mongolian Kingdom. They are all noble sons of Kuo Duan territory, and they dare not obey Kuo Duan's military orders.
Kuo Duan gathered his troops and headed back. Torre watched Kuo Duan lead his troops away, frowning, but did not stop him.
"Subotai will unite the left army. I will unite the right army. The whole army will attack and break through the Song army's defense line!"
Looking towards the fighting scene to the east, Torre's eyes became ferocious and he loudly issued a military order.
One hundred thousand Song troops are attacking. If they can't break out, it will be a real disaster.
Kuoduan led his troops to run for more than ten miles. On the opposite side, smoke and dust billowed, and the Song army's formation came in a meandering way. It covered the mountains and fields, and there were human and horse heads in sight.
"Warriors, follow me to kill Song Dog!"
Kuoduan's saber pointed forward diagonally, his legs clamped fiercely on the horse's belly, and the horse neighed under his crotch, galloping forward, heading straight for the Song army's formation, with five thousand Mongolian knights following closely behind Kuoduan.
Although they knew that they might have a narrow escape from death, the Mongolian warriors were brave and fearless, and it was unknown whether they might risk their lives and survive.
The earth-shattering sound of artillery and explosions came from the east, and the Song Army generals who came from Xingyuan Mansion breathed a sigh of relief.
"Wang Jian, this guy is really tough!"
Lu Yuanting's eyes were shining, and his face was filled with impatient excitement.
"General, we finally caught up with this big battle!"
Wang Shixin is also radiant, as if he is more than ten years younger.
Torre led the Mongolian army south, and Wang Shixin and Lu Yuanting went south to Mianzhou to lead the troops. No one wanted to miss this battle.
"Cao Erxiong, you command the artillery, Wang Shixin leads the cavalry, and Lu Yuanting infantry. Brothers, cheer up. Your Majesty is watching from behind!"
Lu Wende said seriously and rode forward.
Yu Jie just stole the limelight, the main event still needs to be solved by the Lizhou West Road army. Whether it's Jiang Wanzai's department or Yu Jie's department, they are just foils.
"General, the Tatar army is heading straight towards our army. It seems that they want to intercept our army and allow the Mongolian army to the east to break through!"
When the scout reported back, everyone was refreshed, and Lu Wende immediately gave the order.
"Get ready to fight! Defeat the Tatar army as soon as possible and march eastward as soon as possible!"
The Mongolian cavalry wanted to snipe the Song army and help their army break through faster. The Yangzhou defense line was in danger.
Thousands of hooves were galloping, smoke was billowing, and the sound of iron hoofs was rumbling, making the ground tremble. It was thrilling. Five thousand Mongolian cavalry charged towards the Song army's formation, shouting wildly and without hesitation.
Kuo Duan was mixed among the Mongolian cavalry. The distance between all the cavalry was widened, covering the entire wilderness. They were getting closer and closer to the Song army's formation. The direction of the attack of most of the Mongolian knights was concentrated on Lu Wende's department in the middle.
The artillery fire was fierce, the cavalry was arrogant, and the rushing Mongolian knights fell off their horses one by one. The broad head was hidden behind the horse's head, urging the horse forward. On his left and right, cavalrymen kept turning on their backs, dust was flying, and blood was splashed all over the broad heads and horses. Yes, it even made him have to close his eyes, and his ears were filled with screams and the screams of war horses.
There was another scream, the voice was familiar, Kuo Duan opened his eyes, and Timur's men and horses had disappeared.
The Song Army's formation is right in front of them. Forty or fifty steps, within a short distance, it seems that they are about to break through the Song Army's formation.
Dense pellets suddenly sounded, and fierce winds and rains sprayed towards the Mongolian cavalry formation, almost covering the entire Mongolian cavalry formation. Pieces of Mongolian knights were knocked to the ground with their horses. The Mongolian knights behind them kept catching up, and were knocked down again and again, one after another.
The pellets tore through the air and flew wildly in the Mongolian cavalry formation. Iron pellets wreaked havoc, causing the Mongolian knights and horses to shoot bloody arrows. The Mongolian knights moved forward one after another, and were submerged by artillery fire.
Feather arrows soared into the sky, densely packed, and headed straight for the Song army's formation. At the same time, in the Song army's formation, arrows were shot like locusts at the Mongolian cavalry formation. Arrows from both sides intertwined in the air, blocking out the sky and the sun. Almost at the same time, both sides fell to the ground wailing.
The gunners were fierce, the shells were continuous, and the thunderous bombardments were indiscriminate. Mongolian knights continued to fall down with men and horses. The violent explosions frightened the horses of the Mongolian knights, and they ran rampant in the Mongolian cavalry formation. Knocking over several cavalry around them, there was a commotion in the Mongolian cavalry formation.
"Kill Song Dog!"
Kuo Duan crazily clamped the horse's belly, and at the same time he fired arrows desperately, trying to hurt the Song army, and rushed into the Song army's formation.
He was in the middle and rear of the army, and he had already rushed to the front of the cavalry formation, which also indicated that at least half of the Mongolian knights had been killed.
At this moment, he just wanted to rush into the Song army's formation and risk his life to kill.
He hung up his horn bow, drew his saber again, and pushed the horse forward with all his strength. The horse was sweating profusely and running as hard as it could in its final sprint. Suddenly, the horse suddenly fell to the ground as if it was tripped by a bridle, and the horse was thrown heavily from the horse.
Kuoduan was so dizzy that he couldn't get up for a long time. When he regained consciousness, he felt a huge pain in his left hand. When he turned his head to look, Kuo Duan couldn't help but scream out in an earth-shattering way.
It turned out that his left hand was beaten to a bloody pulp. Except for the thumb, the other four fingers were beaten to the bone. The broken fingers and palm were only connected by some bloody skin.
"prince!"
The Mongolian knights chased him from behind, trying to rescue Kuo Duan, but they were constantly hit by the surging rain of bullets. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and blood arrows shot out. The corpses of men and horses continued to pile up, and the ground was dyed red with blood.
Finally, a Mongolian knight broke through the hail of bullets and rushed to Kuo Duan's side. They dragged the broad end behind the pile of corpses and bandaged it, then knelt down and begged.
"Prince, let's attack the Song army's formation. You should retreat quickly!"
"Prince, let's go to the battle, you should retreat quickly!"
"Get out of the way! Charge into the battle with me!"
Kuo Duan pushed the knights away, reluctantly mounted the horse with one hand, and drove the horse forward. The knights had no choice but to follow closely. Fortunately, they broke through the Song army's bullet rain and ran into the gun formation in front of the Song army's formation.
Several war horses collided with the shining spear heads. The horses were dripping with blood and fell to the ground with a neighing sound. Kuo Duan struggled to cross the gap with his horse, slashed with all his strength, and cut down a Song soldier who looked panicked. He then knocked over another person and entered the Song army's formation.
Not far away, there seemed to be the Song Army's artillery position, and the panic on the faces of the Song Army's gunners was clearly visible.
Kuo Duan rode his horse straight towards the Song Army's artillery position. He ran rampantly. Several Song soldiers rushed out from left and right holding long spears. One person stabbed Kuo Duan with his spear, and the other hooked the horse's leg with a hook and sickle and pulled hard.
The war horse was already exhausted, and fell to the ground with a whine under the severe pain in its leg bones. Kuoduan dodged the Song soldier's spear and jumped off his horse. His injured hand touched the ground and the pain was unbearable. As soon as he got up, two more Song soldiers arrived and stabbed him with their spears. Kuo Duan retreated continuously, and without warning, an iron rod swiped from behind and hit Kuo Duan hard on his back. A mouthful of blood spurted out from Kuo Kou's mouth, he staggered and fell to the ground.
After the charge, Kuoduan was already exhausted, and his left hand was injured again. This heavy blow directly killed half of his life.
Kuo Duan was lying on the ground with blood-red eyes. Two Song soldiers came forward with long spears, one on the left and one on the right, stabbing Kuo Duan.
On the battlefield, there was no mercy at all. Kuo Duan saw that he was a Mongolian general. Both Song soldiers wanted to make meritorious deeds and struck without mercy. Kuo Duan watched helplessly as the spear pierced his chest and armpit, but he had no strength to avoid it.
The spear was pulled out, blood gushed out like a fountain, Kuoduan was covered in blood, his eyes were unwilling, and he tried to say a word.
"Kill...Song..."
"If you refuse to repent! Die early and be born early, and be a good person in your next life!"
Lu Yuanting came up with an iron rod and sneered.
If you want to launch troops against the Song Dynasty, do you still think it is the Song Dynasty in the past?
Looking at Kuoduan again, his eyes were wide open and there was no life left.
Kuo Duan died in the battle, and most of the Mongolian cavalry were killed or wounded. The remaining Mongolian cavalry were leaderless and had trouble charging. They turned their horses and retreated.
The Song Army's artillery fire was too fierce and brutal, and it seemed impossible to break through the Song Army's formation.
Don't forget that among the three armies of the Song Army, they only attacked the central army, and the other two Song armies have not yet taken action. If the three armies attack together, there is a possibility of victory.
The Song army's artillery fire continued, and the retreating Mongolian cavalry kept falling off their horses. The number of Mongolian cavalry who escaped was sparse. They risked their lives and fled all the way east.
Finally, the sound of artillery and the shouts of death disappeared, and the battlefield returned to silence, leaving only the corpses of men and horses on the ground, countless broken limbs, and blood all over the ground. The wounded horses were mourning, and the wounded were moaning and screaming in the pool of blood... …
"Leave C Battalion to clean the battlefield, while the other units continue to move forward to reinforce the Yangzhou defense line!"
Lu Wende did not dare to neglect and quickly issued a military order.
This is just a small battle, a bigger battle is yet to come.
