massacre!
A bloody one-sided massacre!
The battle that had been evenly matched a few days ago turned into a ruthless massacre by the Mongolian army against the Jin army as the blizzard came and the temperature dropped sharply.
On the endless white snowfield, with snowflakes flying all over the sky, countless broken Jin troops were in a chaotic mess, unable to organize themselves. They allowed the Mongolian cavalry to rush in and out, with little resistance.
The snow was three feet deep, knee-deep, and the temperature was extremely low. The blades, blades, and gun barrels were all covered in ice and snow. Even the bowstrings were frozen, making it difficult to draw the crossbow.
The thunderbolts and artillery were sealed by ice and snow, the fuses and gunpowder were all wet with ice, and the firearms completely lost their function and turned into a pile of useless scrap metal.
More importantly, the Jin army marched in a hurry from Nanyang. Many Jin soldiers were still wearing autumn clothes, not even cotton-padded clothes. Even those golden soldiers in cotton-padded clothes were frozen to the point of freezing their bodies and their hands and feet stiff under such freezing temperatures in such a severe blizzard. Countless golden soldiers suffered frostbite and stiffness, and many of them lost their ability to resist.
The cruelty of nature cannot be countered by human power.
On the snowy plains, the golden soldiers, who were hungry and cold and could not even hold their weapons, faced the waves of attacks from the Mongolian cavalry. They could only act like lambs to be slaughtered and allowed to be slaughtered.
In the sky full of snowflakes, Mongolian troops of thousands and hundreds of troops galloped across the snowy fields, constantly attacking the various camps of the Jin soldiers. They wore cotton clothes inside and raincoats outside, with fur hats on their heads, and their hands and feet were covered in leather boots. protect. The Mongolian cavalry were in neat formations, using iron rods and heavy axes to break up and divide the Jin army's camp. After slaughtering a group, they then rushed to another organized Jin army and continued to divide and massacre, repeating the process over and over again, never getting tired of it.
Compared with the Jin army, which lacked food and clothing, the Mongolian soldiers from the bitter cold land in the north were more cold-resistant and stoic. Even their war horses are better able to adapt to low temperature weather than the Central Plains war horses. This sudden blizzard boosted the morale of the already declining Mongolian army and seemed to have turned the entire war situation around.
Under the repeated attacks and massacres of the Mongolian cavalry, the Jin army formations were overwhelmed one by one, and the Jin army almost collapsed. The Jin soldiers were hungry and cold. Many of their hands and feet were frostbitten, their limbs were stiff, and they could not hold their swords and guns steadily. Under the repeated attacks of the Mongolian cavalry, , with almost no power to fight back, it quickly fell apart.
Under the sky with flying snowflakes, the wasteland was densely packed with frightened and fleeing Jin troops. There were only a few resisters. They panicked and fled in all directions. The snow was too deep. Their steps were slow and difficult, and they were chased by the Mongolian cavalry from time to time. On the ground, the war horses were running rampant, and swords and sticks were clashing. Everyone was knocked over, chopped down, and knocked over, making it difficult to escape.
Blood was dripping, flesh and blood was flying everywhere, and screams were heard one after another. The golden soldiers fell one after another, and their bodies were covered with the cold snow field. The army of more than 100,000 people collapsed, and the densely swaying black spots on the snowfield were everywhere in the sky.
The powerful general Gao Ying of the Jin Army led his soldiers forward on horseback and broke into a persimmon forest on the hillside. The Mongolian cavalry chased after them, shouting wildly, surrounded the persimmon forest, and broke in one after another. Gao Ying had no way to escape, so he could only go straight to the Mongolian cavalry, and the trapped beasts continued to fight.
A Mongolian knight came running towards him, stabbing Gao Ying with a spear in his hand. Gao Ying swung his spear away with his shield, and when he misjudged his horse, he struck the opponent with an iron rod and knocked him off his horse.
Another Mongolian knight rushed over and collided with Gao Ying's iron rod. Unable to withstand Gao Ying's power, the Mongolian knight let go of the iron rod and dodged hastily.
"rush out!"
Gao Ying shouted and ran out of the persimmon forest with hundreds of soldiers. Several Mongolian centurions in front came separately and collided with Gao Ying's troops.
The Jin cavalry was out of men and horses, and was divided and attacked by the Mongolian cavalry. The Jin soldiers were smashed and chopped down one after another. Gao Ying knocked down several Mongolian knights, and finally lost his strength. He was stabbed heavily on the head and his face was covered with blood. He was then stabbed off his horse by the Mongolian spear.
Countless Mongolian war horses trampled over Gao Ying, engulfing him and his soldiers.
On the snowfield, Jin Army forward Yang Woyan led his unorganized Jin Army soldiers to break through the mountains and forests to the north. As long as they enter the mountains and forests and the Mongolian cavalry cannot catch up, they may have a chance to escape.
Several Mongolian centurions rushed over, and a stream of cavalry rushed into the Jin soldiers' infantry formation. They quickly separated the Jin soldiers into several sections and fought separately. The Mongolian cavalry rushed and chopped with all their might. The Jin army were all infantry. Everyone suffered from frostbite, and their swords and guns were cold and difficult to use. They were hacked and killed by the Mongolian cavalry. Corpses and blood were everywhere. They panicked and fled in all directions, like headless flies, constantly being overwhelmed and losing their vitality.
"Kill the Tatars!"
The soldiers were brutally killed one after another, and corpses were strewn across the field. Yang Woyan was furious. He summoned up his supernatural power, swung the long sword in his hand, and cut off the Mongolian knight in front of him from his horse. He then added another blow with the sword, and blood spurted out. Before he could swing the knife again, he was knocked over by the Mongolian cavalry horse on the opposite side. He was hit on the face and neck. He groaned and fell to the ground unconscious.
On the snowy plains, hundreds of thousands of people fled in an endless retreat, with constant screams and cries. In the wave of disintegration of the Jin Army, Fan Ze, the former commander of the Jin Army, was scattered by the Mongolian cavalry, with only dozens of knights beside him. In desperation, , could only escape to the east, but he was not careful to be pushed down by the warriors in the defeated army. The warriors grabbed their horses and fled away at the risk of their lives. The Mongolian cavalry galloping behind them knocked Fan Ze over and instantly stepped on him. Meat puree.
On a high ground in the middle camp of the Jin Army, the two Jin Army commanders Wanyan Heda and Yilapua watched countless Jin troops fleeing in all directions, and watched the thousands of Mongolian cavalry troops killing wantonly in the sky and the earth. Both of them had earth-colored faces.
Their subordinates are the only elites left in the Great Jin Kingdom. After this massacre, all the elite members of the Jin Kingdom were lost. Can they still go to King Qin? Can the Kingdom of Jin still hold on?
Can they still escape?
Seeing that Yang Woyan, Gao Ying and other friends in the army were killed one by one, the soldiers of the Jin Army were slaughtered like pigs and sheep by the Mongolian cavalry. The mountains and fields were covered with blood, and the wasteland was stained red. Monk Wanyan Chen's pupils were filled with blood, and his heart felt like a knife. .
Although some soldiers still fought to the death, under the impact of the Mongolian cavalry, they were quickly defeated, leaving corpses and blood on the ground.
"Yi La Pu'a, you and Wanyan Heda lead the army to retreat quickly. I will lead the Zhongxiao army to the rear! Don't hesitate any more!"
Monk Wanyan Chen showed rare toughness and asked the coach for permission.
Yilapua and Wanyan Heda looked at each other, Wanyan Heda nodded slightly, and Yilapua hesitated:
"Monk Chen, how about we retreat together? Just divide some of them into the rear."
The Zhongxiao Army is the backbone of this army. If the Zhongxiao Army is defeated, he will have no way to return his life to the emperor.
"The soldiers are all dead, and no one can take the rear. Infantry is useless, we can only rely on cavalry! You lead 10,000 cavalry and retreat first, and I will lead 8,000 people to the rear!"
The Mongolian army has 40,000 cavalry, but the infantry has retreated. Only the cavalry can block it, can there be a chance of survival.
Seeing that Yi La Pua was still sticky, Monk Wanyan Chen's eyes widened.
"Quickly leave! Otherwise no one can leave!"
Monk Wanyan Chen rallied his troops and led the Zhongxiao Army to charge straight for the final decisive battle with the Mongolian army.
Under the current situation, the infantry is struggling and has lost its combat capability. Only the cavalry of the Zhongxiao Army who are patient and patient can fight against the Mongolian cavalry.
"Blow the trumpet! Everyone, retreat to Junzhou!"
Wanyan Heda shouted loudly, and the trumpets sounded loudly in the wilderness. Wanyan Heda, together with the desperate Yilapua, led the left and right cavalry and fled toward Junzhou in the southeast.
"Monk Wanyan Chen's loyal and filial army!"
On a high ground, I saw the cavalry of the Jin Army rushing towards the Mongolian cavalry formation without hesitation. The cavalry formation of the Jin Army was strict and everyone wore a marten-collared hat. Both sides charged into the formation again and again. The fighting was fierce. Both sides were on their backs. The Mongolian cavalry There were countless casualties, and Wo Kuotai couldn't help but his eyes turned red.
"Kou Wen Buhua and Shi Tianze pursue the Jin Army infantry, Temutai and Kuo Liejian, two ten thousand troops, we must keep the Zhongxiao Army behind!"
The Zhongxiao Army is famous throughout the world for its bravery and skill in fighting. Monk Wanyan Chen once led 400 cavalry to defeat 8,000 Mongolian troops in Dachangyuan. Later, he defeated the Mongolian troops in Weizhou, Huaihui Valley and other places. He can be said to be the mortal enemy of the Mongolian army.
In today's battle, Monk Wanyan Chen must be left behind to destroy the Zhongxiao Army, the last elite of the Jin Kingdom.
Wokuotai's military order was passed down, and the Mongolian army's cavalry gathered in all directions from the snowy fields and went straight to Monk Wanyan Chen's Zhongxiao Army cavalry. The two sides violently charged into battle, and again and again, countless people were felled from their horses. The bodies of men and horses were everywhere on the snowfield, and the blood stained the snowfields red.
Trumpets sounded from time to time. Groups of Mongolian cavalry joined the battle group, and groups of Jin Army cavalry poured into the battlefield. The suffocating charge seemed to never stop. On the huge snowfield, with a radius of dozens of miles, the corpses of men and horses were so densely packed that they could not be seen to the end. The living were still fighting for their lives, while the injured were squirming and screaming in the cold pool of blood. No one cared about them. The goose-feather heavy snow fell one after another, and soon covered the corpses and the injured with a thick layer.
The fierce battle continued, with the cavalry from both sides of Mongolia and Jin attacking more than a dozen times. One side uses the power of its troops and vows to destroy the other side; one side's survival is on the line, and the trapped beasts are still fighting. The two sides were locked in a fierce battle, fighting to the death, and both sides were red-blooded.
Snow is falling heavily on the snowfield, and the battlefield is full of blood and flesh, and everyone is vicious, biting like a ferocious beast. Life and death are in an instant. Wo Kuotai looks at him with cold eyes. His nephews Guiyou, Kuo Chu, Meng Ge, and Kublai Khan Everyone's expressions changed.
It is said that the Jin people are weak, so how come the two armies are facing each other, and the Mongolian cavalry has the right time, place and people, but cannot make the other side surrender?
"Profusely sweating, this damage is too great!"
Tacha'er, the great-nephew of Borhu, one of the four great heroes of Mongolia, and the commander of Qiuxue's army, was brave and good at fighting, killing people like hemp, and was also shocked by the cruelty before his eyes.
"If this fight continues, how many warriors will be killed or injured?"
Meng Ge and Torre's eldest son, the leader of the younger generation of the Mongolian royal family, was also frightened to watch.
This is not a war at all, this is simply filling a hole with human lives to see who will die more and who will be the first to be unable to hold on.
"Why hasn't our west-route army arrived yet?"
Seeing the bloody charge, thousands and centurions were killed or injured one by one, and the camp was full of wounded soldiers. Kublai Khan, the fourth son of Torre, turned pale and his lips trembled, showing his inner struggle.
"What are you afraid of? Have you never seen a dead person?"
Everyone in the younger generation of the Golden Family was frightened. Wo Kuotai glanced at his nephews and his face darkened.
"Tasi, you lead two thousand-man troops to charge again. Monk Wanyan Chen doesn't have many cavalry, so he won't be able to hold out for long."
Tasi was the grandson of Mu Huali, one of the Four Heroes, and one of the captains of Qie Xue's army. He accepted the order excitedly.
As two elite Mongolian thousand-man troops joined the battle group, the fierce battle on the snowy field became more fierce. The Mongolian cavalry became more and more brave as they fought, and the loyal and filial army cavalry became less and less. Finally, the Jin army broke out of the formation again and blew the horn. Monk Wanyan Chen led less than a thousand remaining cavalry and fled toward the southeast.
"Want to escape? The whole army is chasing us!"
Wokuotai issued the order, and the Mongolian army also sounded the horn. The Mongolian cavalry chased and intercepted from all directions, trying to eradicate the Zhongxiao Army cavalry.
Finally, the two sides charged and killed several times, and the number of cavalry of the Zhongxiao Army continued to decrease. Finally, they were killed by the Mongolian cavalry, and only a few of them fled far away.
"Great Khan, Monk Wanyan Chen was killed in battle!"
Guiyou came over on horseback, covered in blood, and reported to Wokuotai with great interest.
"Let Shi Tianze bury him richly. The entire army goes eastward to pursue the Jin army!"
Wokuotai nodded, and the Mongolian army galloped towards the southeast.
Wanyan Heda led the defeated army to the southeast. Halfway through, Wanyan Heda suddenly stopped when he saw that he had thrown away the Mongolian army.
"Heda, what do you want to do?"
Yi Lapu'al stopped his horse and asked suspiciously.
"Yi La Pu'a, you lead the cavalry to retreat to Bianliang City, and I will lead a thousand cavalry and infantry to Junzhou. Junzhou's city wall is low and weak, and I'm afraid it won't last long. Bianliang City depends on you!"
Wanyan Heda looked at Yi Lapua with wet eyes and roared:
"Hurry up and leave! The Kingdom of Jin depends on you!"
"Heda, please take care of yourself!"
Yi La Pu'a turned his horse's head to the north, with tears in his eyes, and the cavalry of the Zhongxiao Army rushed to follow.
Wanyan Heda looked at the fleeing figures of the knights in the snowflakes and without hesitation, drove his horse eastwards.
"Follow the whole army and go to Junzhou!"
On the snowy field, the Jin army was defeated and fled in all directions like locusts. They were like headless flies and were constantly being overtaken by the Mongolian army. They were stabbed to death, hacked to death and smashed over. Not many of them fought back.
The Mongolian cavalry chased them everywhere for several hours. Wokuotai's Chinese army followed the Jin army in defeat and pursued them all the way to Junzhou. Corpses were strewn across the fields along the way, and they watched as the gates of Junzhou City slowly closed.
"The city of Junzhou was surrounded, the Han army attacked the city, and the cavalry continued to pursue the defeated army!"
Looking at the dilapidated Junzhou city wall, Wo Kuotai decisively issued a military order.
In this fierce battle, the main force of the Jin army was wiped out, and the number of people who entered the city was probably only 20,000 or 30,000. In the small town of Junzhou, there must be a shortage of food and grass. With so many Jin troops, eating, drinking and urinating would be a problem.
When the time comes to besiege the city and call for reinforcements, it will not be easy to break the city with trebuchets.
Wu Xian, who fled to a cave on the mountainside of Sanfeng Mountain, witnessed the tragic scenes of massacre on the snowy plains. It was not until the Mongolian army chased the Jin army eastward that silence returned to the snowy plains, until the sky became completely dark and the surrounding fields were silent. Then he left the cave. Got out of it.
He looked at the soldiers following him, but there were only forty or fifty of them.
"How miserable!"
"Brothers, all dead!"
The soldiers sighed, and Wu Xian's face turned stern.
"The Tatar army also suffered a lot of casualties. No one should say anything depressing until the last minute!"
He mounted his horse and pointed in the direction.
"Go down the mountain from the west and return to Nanyang!"
The defeated army spread out in all directions and should be able to gather tens of thousands of people. Regroup and make a comeback, maybe there is still a glimmer of hope for the Kingdom of Jin.
