"Puffy!"
In the dark night, Taiyuan City was completely silent, except for the constant sound of artillery fire from the Song Army on the top of Dongshan Mountain. The shells crossed the city wall and flew to various places in the city. There were both solid balls and exploding shells. The solid iron balls flew to all parts of the city. The exploding shells mostly exploded in the East City. Some exploding shells exploded and ignited firewood. Some houses near the East City were set on fire. , thick smoke billowing.
At dawn, the sound of cannons gradually stopped, and the sound of cannons became sparse. The occasional sound was no longer so vicious. It seems that the Song army also felt that it was meaningless to continue firing, and waited until dawn before fighting.
The fifth watch has passed, the autumn fog has covered everything, and everything is shrouded in darkness. Except for a few occasional cannon shots, the world seems to have fallen into silence. The north gate of Taiyuan City opened quietly, and countless Mongolian troops filed out quietly like locusts. They and their horses were silent until they crossed the moat, and the knights mounted their horses one after another, mixed on foot and horse, and headed north.
Suddenly, in the north of Taiyuan City, on the wasteland, flames soared into the sky, stretching for several miles from east to west, leaving only a passage of less than two miles on the shore of Fenshui River. Countless Song troops appeared behind the fire. Their formations were neatly organized and as stable as a rock. Each artillery piece squatted on the ground, like a beast with its mouth open. I don't know how many.
Under the firelight, there was a mess outside the north gate of Taiyuan City. From the city gate to the outside of the moat, there were endless Mongolian troops, with cavalry and infantry mixed in, and countless civilians in between. They looked frightened, and their heads and horses were buzzing. Boundless.
Song Jun!
Xiao Zala, a member of the Han army, had his heart pounding and roared loudly.
"Go north quickly! Rush over!"
The Song army came to encircle the north and south, leaving only a small space on the bank of Fenshui River. It seems that the Song army also knew that the trapped beast was still fighting, and deliberately left a passage.
As soon as Xiao Zala roared, the Song army's formation behind the fire was filled with earth-shattering artillery fire, breaking the silence of the night.
Iron pellets flew from the night sky and smashed into the group of Mongolian troops and horses. The Mongolian troops on the field instantly screamed and fell to the ground. The sound of artillery continued, iron pellets flew all over the sky, the hail was endless, horses neighed and people screamed in the fields, and the bloody storm was everywhere.
In the Song army's formation, five to six hundred small cannons opened fire at the same time, roaring continuously. The retreating Mongolian infantry and cavalry were enveloped in the artillery fire. The artillery roared, and the Mongolian troops fell one after another. On the wasteland, everywhere There was blood and corpses everywhere, and there were Mongolian troops desperately fleeing to the northwest.
Caught off guard, many Mongolian troops panicked and fled. The Mongolian army's organization fell into chaos, and a frenzy of people and horses swept northward in chaos.
To the east of Taiyuan City, on top of Dongshan, Yu Jie raised his telescope and looked at the battlefield in the north of Taiyuan City, feeling secretly regretful.
The Song army bypassed Dongshan overnight and went straight to the north of Taiyuan City. Since they had to cross mountains and ridges, they could not carry heavy artillery and could only bring small artillery. Otherwise, if the Mongolian army withdrew, not many would be able to escape.
But he didn't intend to take risks with the cavalry. It was still dark and the risk of an attack by ten thousand cavalry was too great. Just wait until daybreak before using the cavalry charge.
"Cannon truck, push over!"
Yu Jie immediately issued a military order.
"General, the south city gate is open!"
The sergeant pointed at the slowly opening southern gate of Taiyuan City and shouted.
Yu Jie looked closely and saw dozens of riders exiting the south gate, crossing the moat, and met the Song army.
"Ignore them, the artillery carriage rushes to the north gate to pursue the Tatar army! All the way into Taiyuan City, attack the Tatar army from the north city wall."
The one who can come out of Nancheng must be Baer Shu who has surrendered. In this way, the Song Army's pursuit would be much easier.
"Meet the general!"
Baer Shu came over and saluted Yu Jie with his chest.
"General Baershu, come with me into Taiyuan City."
Yu Jie cupped her fists in return and laughed.
That beautiful girl from the Western Region, Ana'er, might be the emperor's new favorite. This bearded Baershu may be the emperor's future father-in-law, so he cannot be ignored.
In the wilderness outside the north gate, the Song army's artillery roared endlessly, and shotguns flew, tearing the air, filling the sky. Pieces of Mongolian troops were knocked to the ground, and screams came one after another, which was thrilling.
The "Tongtong" explosion was earth-shattering, and the Mongolian troops approaching the Song army's position were enveloped in billowing columns of smoke. The grenadiers of the Song Army continued to sound and throw thunderbolts, attacking continuously, but the Mongolian army made few counterattacks.
Artillery and thunderbolts bombarded the wasteland indiscriminately. Flesh and blood flew across the wasteland, and broken limbs were flying in the air. The corpses of the Mongolian soldiers gradually rose up and piled up into hills of flesh and blood. But at the same time, many Mongolian cavalry had already rushed out of the barrage from the Fen River and headed north.
"Puffy!"
Suddenly, hundreds of solid iron balls roared towards the Mongolian cavalry by the Fen River. The iron balls bounced and leaped, crushing bones and tendons, and another collision of iron and blood.
It turned out that the rifled artillery of the Song Army had caught up, and the artillery fired at a distance of about seven miles.
"Reload!"
"fire!"
The military order was passed down again, the artillery was fired, large plumes of thick smoke spewed out, and the "puffy" gunfire continued. The Mongolian cavalry galloping forward turned on their backs, and the cavalry formation suddenly became sparse.
Among the defeated troops, the Mongolian army commander Han Chijin watched the Mongolian cavalry fall off their horses one by one. The ground was full of corpses and wounded, and he was so distressed that he bled.
He could hardly believe his eyes. When did the Mongolian army, which was conquering the world, become like this, without even the courage to attack the enemy's formation? The retreat turned into a flight, and everyone looked frightened, like a bereaved dog.
The sky was brightening slightly and the fog gradually dissipated. Han Chijin looked behind him in the direction of Taiyuan City. The Song Army's artillery carriage followed, and a large group of Song Army cavalry came from the east of the city. The heads of people and horses were crowded and boundless.
"Where's Baershu? Didn't he lead troops to stop the Song army? Why did the Song army catch up so quickly? Why wasn't the food and grass in the city burned?"
Han Chijin shouted angrily, and the generals on the left and right looked at each other, but no one said a word.
Apparently, no one knew what happened to Baal Shu. The reason why they did not burn the food and grass first was because they were afraid of disturbing the enemy and being discovered by the Song army and they evacuated.
"Baershu is old. He must have been afraid and ran away for his life! This cunning old fox!"
Tachaer burst into anger.
"Song Gou is so cunning! With such indiscriminate bombardment, how many soldiers will be withdrawn?"
The deafening sound of artillery made Liu Heima's face turn pale and his lips trembled.
If the infantry attacks the artillery position, isn't that asking for death?
"Han Chijin, you lead Brother Meng to retreat, and I will stop the Song army! Otherwise, no one can leave!"
"Warriors, rush out!"
Tachaer mobilized his war horses, waved his saber, gathered his warriors, and headed straight to the Song army's formation in the north.
"Retreat north quickly!"
Han Chijin no longer hesitated. He grabbed the reins of Meng Ge's war horse and drove the horse north along the east bank of the Fen River.
This nephew, who prided himself on being brave, seemed to have lost the courage to continue fighting.
"Kill Song Dog!"
The Mongolian cavalry under Tachaer were not afraid of the Song army's artillery fire and galloped forward. Thousands of war horses galloped forward, vowing to break the Song army's formation.
Only by breaking through the Song army's formation in front of us can we gain opportunities for most of the Mongolian army and gain a way out for them.
Once dawn breaks, the Song Army's cavalry rushes up, and it will be difficult to escape.
Thousands of Mongolian cavalry rushed north and attacked the Song army's formation. The dust was flying, and the Song army had to direct firepower at the Mongolian cavalry, killing them indiscriminately.
"Everyone, aim!"
In the wilderness outside the North City, in the Song Army's formation, Cao Erxiong shouted loudly, the Song Army's small cannons were leveled, and shotgun shells and medicine bags were stuffed into them.
"fire!"
Cao Erxiong roared angrily.
If you are going to fight like a trapped beast, then don't go back.
The cannon body shook, hundreds of artillery pieces fired at the same time, and hundreds of thousands of iron pellets flew towards the Mongolian cavalry like a tide. The artillery fire was too fierce and too dense. The Mongolian cavalry were beaten and staggered, and many people were sprayed with blood and mist. They were too late to suffer. The person who was beaten fell on his back when he shouted. Some Mongolian knights were disintegrated by intensive artillery fire, and pieces of human flesh were flying everywhere in the air.
The Mongolian cavalry formation was quite sparse, but they still came in large numbers and their remaining power remained intact.
At this time, they were facing the entire Song Army formation. They had no way to retreat and could only make the final sprint.
The deafening sound of artillery continued, and large plumes of thick smoke rose from the Song Army's artillery positions. The stream of bullets was endless. A large number of Mongolian cavalry were knocked off their horses. Some knights fell to the ground with their horses. A large area of latecomers, a cloud of smoke and dust rose up, and the Mongolian cavalry formation was beaten crookedly, like a jagged shape. Some points were beaten deep into the formation and were almost wiped out. The ground was full of wounded people who had been shot, and there were corpses and blood all over the ground. The injured horses screamed feebly among the piles of corpses and wounded, and the frightened horses ran around in panic.
The shotgun shells were fierce, and each cannon could cover a coverage area of forty to fifty meters in diameter. Hundreds of artillery were dense and fast, and the wind and rain were violent. The Mongolian cavalry fell one by one, and moved forward one by one, and were hit by ruthless bullets. Rain shrouded.
The Mongolian cavalry suffered heavy casualties and their number continued to decrease. They braved the artillery fire of the Song army and kept firing arrows with feathers like locusts. In front of the Song army's formation, despite the protection of shields, there were still soldiers of the Song army who continued to fall down from arrows.
The Mongolian army fought to the death and could not retreat. The Song army had strict military discipline and fierce weapons. The casualties of the Song army continued to increase, and the corpses of the Mongolian army were piled up in layers, forming hills in front of the Song army's formation. As the artillery of the Song army continued to roar, the rain of arrows from the Mongolian army quickly became sparse. Following the Song army's formation, hundreds of thunderbolts smashed out, covering the fifty or sixty steps in front of the formation like raindrops.
The grenadiers in the Song army were all powerful men with astonishing power. They were selected from among thousands of troops and could hit the sky-shaking thunder fifty steps away, exceeding the distance of the Mongolian army's cavalry within fifty steps. Thunderstorms flew into the Mongolian cavalry formation like thunderstorms. There were constant thunderous explosions and billowing smoke. Countless Mongolian cavalry men and horses fell over. Shrapnel flew and flesh and blood flew across the sky. It was so bloody that people couldn't bear to watch it.
"Tongtong" sky-shaking thunder exploded continuously, artillery roared continuously, and the Mongolian cavalry suffered heavy casualties. The number of cavalry decreased sharply and the impact was insufficient. There was no possibility of breaking through the Song army's formation.
On the east bank of the Fen River, Xiao Zala followed the defeated army forward. He turned his head and saw the numerous casualties of the Mongolian cavalry facing the Song army's formation in a suicidal attack to the east. He couldn't help but be frightened.
The Mongolian cavalry that dominated the world was bombarded by the artillery fire of the Song army. It was not so much a charge into the formation as a one-sided massacre. The Mongolian cavalry fell one after another, but were mercilessly devoured by the Song army's artillery fire.
He could clearly see that Tacha'er, a fierce warrior of the Mongolian army, suddenly felt as if his body was split apart while he was charging into the battle. His flesh and blood flew away, and he fell out of his horse, landing silently on the ground. The Mongolian cavalry around Tachaer were also beaten and fell off their horses. The remaining two to three hundred Mongolian cavalry fled back one after another.
It seems that they have lost the confidence to move forward.
Xiao Zala felt a sense of fear in his heart. He did not feel the pleasure of revenge at all, but instead felt a kind of desolation like a rabbit dying and a fox dying.
Taiyuan is defeated, can the Mongolian army still defend Hedong?
