Subotai's face was gloomy, and Tabuji couldn't help but shout loudly.
"Subotai, withdraw your troops. If we don't have an hour or two, we may not be able to attack the mountain."
"Subutai, withdraw your troops. If you don't leave, it will be too late."
Tali suppressed the impatience in his heart and persuaded patiently.
To the west, the muffled thunder of "pengpengpeng" sounded. After the Song Army's cavalry formation, the sound of artillery was earth-shattering. I watched countless iron balls pass over the heads of the Song Army's cavalry formation and fly into the Mongolian army's cavalry formation. They ran rampant and were invincible. Immediately there was a bloody massacre.
The anxious eyes of the Mongolian army generals were all cast on Subotai.
The Song Army's right-wing position in front of them is difficult to capture for the time being. If they delay here any longer, they may be engulfed by the Song Army's cavalry and artillery fire.
The Mongolian cavalry that dominated the world seemed to have lost the courage to fight with the Song army.
Subotai looked at the Song army rolling in from the west, and then looked at the mountains to the north with painful eyes.
"withdraw troops!"
Finally, Subotai issued the order to retreat.
Was a decisive battle involving more than 100,000 people lost like this?
"Blow the trumpet! Ming Jin retreats the troops!"
Tali immediately issued a military order, and the Mongolian soldiers couldn't wait to blow their horns. Subotai mounted his war horse and headed north. Tali and other Mongolian generals followed suit and took the lead to go north.
Chawuer glanced at the camp and shook his head helplessly. The military situation was so tense that the two to three thousand seriously wounded Mongolian soldiers had no choice but to be abandoned.
The Mongolian army abandoned the battlefield and headed north like a tide. The Song army on the Yangzhou defense line let out loud cheers. Wang Jian was sweating profusely, and Cao Shixiong was relieved. Cao Youwanlian, who led the cavalry back, and his horses, were covered in blood, as if they had been washed by blood. As soon as they entered the formation, they fell off their horses.
"Medical officer!"
Wang Jian was shocked and shouted loudly.
"What are you yelling about? Shoot out all the iron balls and shotguns!"
Cao Shixiong shouted angrily, and the Song Army soldiers began to direct the gunners to reload the ammunition and shoot out all the remaining shells.
Looking at Cao Youwan again, he drank some water and seemed to have recovered a little. The soldiers removed Cao Youwan's armor. The medical officer began to check the injury. Looking at the medical officer's expression, he talked and laughed. Cao Youwan seemed to be fine. .
Cao Shixiong felt relieved and directed the gunner to fire.
On the Yangzhou defense line, large and small artillery fired at the same time, echoing the reinforcements from the west. Thousands of artillery bombarded indiscriminately. The east and west sides were filled with smoke, and iron balls and iron pellets were flying. The Mongolian army tilted towards the center and retreated north. The Mongolian knights' flesh and blood flew everywhere and fell under their horses. Some people were constantly tripped over and trampled into pulp.
A solid iron ball screamed and flew in front of Subotai. While he was frightened, it hit the head of the Mongolian knight in front. The knight's head cracked like a watermelon, his brain blood and blood flew everywhere, and he fell down from his horse.
Amidst the sound of artillery, another solid iron ball rushed over and broke the leg bone of a war horse. The horse screamed and fell to the ground, knocking the knight off the horse. Another solid iron ball jumped and hit the horse just in time. The Mongolian soldier's leg fell to the ground, his calf was broken and his bones were white, and the knight let out a shocking howl.
Subotai's face turned pale and he rode his horse quickly, but he couldn't help but look back.
He withdrew his troops from the north and retreated at the front of the army. He was far away from the Song army, so he was attacked by the Song army's solid iron balls. The Torei tribe was in the far south, fighting with the Song army's cavalry, and retreated north, trailing behind the retreat.
The Song army's artillery is so fierce, can Torre escape?
While watching, the Torre tribe ran wildly to the north, like cutting through thorns and thorns. There were hundreds of troops and thousands of troops attacking the Song army formations on both sides, thereby diverting the Song army's artillery fire and covering the evacuation of the Torre tribe.
A group of Mongolian cavalry did not hesitate and attacked the Song Army's reinforcements on the western front. The leading general raised his saber and took the lead. He looked particularly brave and familiar.
"Mondu!"
Tali couldn't help it and cried out.
Mengdu was the adopted son of the late Khan Temujin. He was usually taciturn but brave and good at fighting. At this moment, Mengdu made a desperate move and never came back. Can he come back by chance?
"Warriors, kill Song Dog!"
The cavalry was galloping, the dust was flying, and the earth was shaking. Two thousand-man troops of the Mongolian army came in the wind and rain. They all shouted wildly and were fearless.
This may be their last battle. Only by overcoming the Song army's artillery fire may the Mongolian army have a chance to escape.
"Change the shotgun!"
It was Lu Wende's department who was attacked by Mengdu's troops, and Lu Wende's roar sounded at the right time.
The muzzle was leveled, the medicine bag was stuffed into the barrel, and the musket was loaded into the barrel. The Song gunner completed loading the ammunition in a short time. The muzzle was faint and pointed at the Mongolian cavalry rolling in front.
The Mongolian cavalry came in like a tide. The Mongolian knights waved their sabers. Many of them drew their bows and arrows, and soon entered a one-mile radius.
Lu Wende's face was ashen and he nodded slightly. Cao Erxiong couldn't wait to wave the red flag in his hand.
"fire!"
Cao Erxiong's roar sounded, and 100 cannons opened fire at the same time. Large plumes of thick smoke spewed out, and iron pellets sprayed out from the sky. They screamed and smashed into the rushing Mongolian cavalry.
People were thrown onto their backs, and bloody arrows shot out from their bodies. Countless knights were tripped over, and countless knights were thrown off their horses and enveloped in smoke and dust.
The sound of artillery continued and was endless. Large and medium-sized cannons fired six rounds in a row. The Mongolian cavalry formation galloping forward was much sparser, the number of knights decreased sharply, and their arrows were sparse, but they still charged forward fearlessly.
Lu Wende shook his head, surprised by the bravery and fearlessness of the Mongolian knights, and shouted loudly.
"Prepare!"
On the battlefield, there is no room for mercy. If it were the Mongolian army that had the upper hand, it would not show any mercy to the Song army.
Mengdu was lucky enough to avoid the artillery fire of the Song army. He looked around with his peripheral eyes. It was sparse and there were not many warriors left.
"Kill Song Dog!"
Mengdu clamped the horse's belly fiercely, without fear, and urged the horse forward, heading straight for the Song army's formation.
Countless thunderbolts were thrown out, smoke pillars rolled, dust flew, and the war horse under Mengdu's crotch screamed and collapsed. Mengdu fell under the horse, covered in blood and flesh, motionless.
In front of the Song army's formation, there were endless thunderous explosions and artillery fire, and corpses and wounded were piled up into hills. Even if there were Mongolian knights who crossed the line of fire, they were too few to form an organized body, and they were hooked off their horses one by one by the Song army. , bloody slashing.
Subotai, who was watching the battle from a distance, sighed, turned his head, and rode forward.
An army of 70,000, with elite soldiers and generals, was just wiped out.
"Subotai, the Song Army's cavalry is catching up!"
Tali looked to the west and shouted.
Everyone was shocked and looked back. The Song Army cavalry bypassed the Song Army formation and headed straight to the Subotai headquarters in the north. The sky and the earth were densely packed with moving horse heads.
"Song Army, how come there are so many cavalry?"
Tali couldn't help but open his eyes wide.
There were so many cavalry, at least six or seven thousand.
"Subutai, I will stop the Song army. Otherwise, no one can leave!"
Chawu'er asked for orders and couldn't wait.
These Song cavalry will not only prevent the Mongolian army from escaping to the north, but may also block the western passage, so that the Mongolian army can only go north.
Subotai did not speak, but just nodded. The Chaul ordered his troops and horses, and then drove away.
The plank road is narrow and crowded with thousands of troops. If the Song army catches up, it will probably be a robbery.
"Chaul..."
Subotai rode forward, and Tali sighed.
After leaving, can Chawuer come back?
"Let's go, Chaul can't come back. Live well, he still needs you to take care of his family."
Subotai didn't even say a word in reply. Tali didn't dare to stop and followed closely.
"Warriors! Kill Song Dog!"
Chawu'er drew his sword and pointed it diagonally, took the lead, shouted loudly, and led two thousand Mongolian cavalry towards the chasing Song cavalry formation.
"Kill Song Dog!"
There was no return, and two thousand Mongolian knights screamed wildly. Everyone urged their horses and headed straight for the huge Song Army cavalry group.
"Brothers, kill the prisoners!"
In the Song Army's cavalry formation, Meng Gong also drew his sword and roared, urging his horse forward.
One or two thousand cavalry dared to attack the Song army's seven thousand cavalry. It was not very lethal and very insulting.
The soldiers of the Song Army fiercely urged their horses forward with murderous intent. Their formations were strict, their fine armor and steel helmets, and the cold steel current made people feel heart-stopping. The iron hooves of both sides were rolling, and they were both rushing towards each other with raging fighting spirit.
The two sides approached quickly, and soon they were a hundred steps closer. The crossbow arrows flew into the sky, blocking the sky and the sun. As they approached, many people on both sides fell off their horses and were submerged in the smoke. Feathers and arrows were flying in the sky, and the cavalry formations of the two sides collided fiercely under the sky. In an instant, people were overturned and countless people fell off their horses.
After the two sides charged into battle, the scene was extremely bloody with broken limbs, human organs, wounded horses and soldiers all over the place.
"Assemble!"
The Chaul men and horses were covered in blood, and they could not even take a breath, so they regrouped their troops and prepared for the next charge.
Violent artillery fire sounded, and the Mongolian cavalry that had just assembled were knocked off their horses. It turned out that the Mongolian army retreated northward, and the Song army's artillery carriage also pursued them.
"Charge!"
Chaul no longer hesitated and led the Mongolian knights to ride forward for the next desperate battle. The two sides collided again. Under the impact of the Song army's superior strength and tight cavalry formation, only a few of the Mongolian troops escaped.
"forward!"
Meng Gong led his army to the north. The remaining cavalry of the Mongolian army such as Chawuer were constantly knocked over and chopped down, and were soon submerged in the rumbling torrent of cavalry of the Song army.
The Mongolian army retreating north sacrificed their lives to fight, and struggled wildly with the Song army. Finally, they broke out a way out for Torre's troops. Several thousand-man troops protected Torre and went straight to the plank road.
The Mongolian cavalry fought hard and moved forward with their heads down. They ignored the fierce fighting on both sides and just protected Torre and fled north.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"
Suddenly, earth-shattering shouts rang out from the Song Army's formation to the west, followed closely by the Song Army on the Yangzhou defense line to the east with thunderous cheers. The troops were hoarse, shaking like crazy, as if the sky was falling and the earth was falling.
In the Mongolian cavalry formation, the Mongolian soldiers were frightened. Torre, who was riding forward, could not help but turn his head and look to the west.
Under the cheers of the Song army, a Song scholar in a Confucian turban and blue shirt sat on a horse, with a long sword hanging from his waist, his eyes bright, gentle and kind.
"Emperor Song!"
Torre's eyes were cold and stern. He turned his head, looked at it for a moment, and then urged his horse to go north without looking back.
In this battle, no matter what, he lost.
"Emperor Song! This thief is really..."
Liu Heima was shocked and dazzled.
It can be said that the Emperor of Song was so loved by the officers and soldiers of the Song army, which was his destiny. The Song people had such a king, and the future of Mongolia was worrying.
"Emperor Song! It's true that the splendid China can produce such a romantic figure!"
Li Changguo saw it clearly and said it subconsciously.
If I had known that the Song Dynasty had such a tough emperor and powerful soldiers, why would I use this nonsense!
Li Changguo turned his head and rode forward listlessly.
Seeing Song Emperor Zhao Hong in the Song army's formation, Ta Buji was furious and shouted:
"Warriors, follow me to kill the Song Emperor's dog!"
Tabujier was about to turn the horse's head when he was grabbed by Ta Li on the side.
"The Song army is powerful and its morale is high. Can you rush over?"
Ta Bujier was stunned and looked at the Song army's formation. There were countless artillery vehicles and thousands of cavalry chasing them, moving forward angrily.
He looked at Subotai at the front of the army without looking back. He turned a deaf ear to the crazy shouts of the Song army. He didn't bother to take a look at the thousands of troops fighting behind him.
The battlefield was full of blood and blood. Among the reinforcements from the west route, under the banner, Zhao Hong looked at the scene of thousands of troops rushing to kill him and secretly shook his head.
The Mongolian cavalry suffered numerous casualties, but they still desperately blocked the Song army, hoping to find a way out for their coach Torre. They fought one wave after another regardless of casualties, without hesitation.
In the Song army's formation, Zhao Hong watched batches of Mongolian troops fall off their horses, without fear of casualties, and shook his head gently.
The purpose of war is to kill, not to kill someone. Without the Mongolian soldiers, Torre would not be Torre. The Mongolian army's fueling tactics only caused them to suffer greater damage.
This national war, worthy of being recorded in history, is over.
