The sky was getting brighter, and the sound of fighting continued in the wilderness. The Mongolian troops crossed the "narrow road" by the Fen River and headed north as hard as they could.
The sound of artillery continued, iron balls and pellets flew all over the sky, explosive bombs exploded into the crowds of people, blood and flesh flew all over the sky, and the mountains and fields were full of fleeing Mongolian troops. Some jumped into the rolling Fen River, and countless people were washed away by the river. The river was full of struggles. There were heads and corpses drifting with the current. Too many people jumped in, and the river slowed down. Countless Song troops fired arrows at the Mongolian troops in the middle of the river. The Mongolian troops near the bank were mercilessly stabbed to death by the Song troops. Their bodies flowed down the river, and the river surface was dyed red with blood.
As the artillery vehicles and cavalry of the Song Army from the south followed one after another, and seemed to be taking over the battlefield, the Song Army that was sniping from the north gave way and retreated to the east, but the artillery bombardment remained unchanged. The passage to the north was wider, and the Mongolian army, which had lost its organizational structure, fled northward like a torrent, risking its lives.
"Puffy!"
The sound of thunder was heartbreaking. Hundreds of nine-pound rifled cannons were fired at the same time. Hundreds of solid iron balls rose into the air, filled the air, and shot from a long range. They hit the front line of the fleeing Mongolian army. They bounced and leaped, everywhere they passed, There was a dense sound of fractures, accompanied by blood and flesh flying everywhere, blood arrows flying wildly, and countless people and horses were knocked down.
The rifled artillery of the Song Army could shoot seven miles. The Mongolian cavalry who thought they had escaped were once again hit hard by artillery fire. Everyone fell on their backs. The survivors did not look back. They just fought hard and fled towards the north.
Another burst of shrill whistling sound came. Liu Heima's scalp in the riding group was numb, and he turned his head subconsciously. Several solid iron balls rushed towards him like meteors from the sky, hitting Meng Ge's mount and Meng Ge's guards. Amidst their screams, people turned on their backs, blood and flesh flying everywhere. Brother Meng seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, and fell suddenly from his horse. The horse was frightened and ran away.
Liu Heima's scalp was numb and his heart was beating wildly.
During the Battle of Hanzhong in the Song Dynasty, Meng Ge's father Tuo Lei was hit by a Song army artillery shell and died. Could it be said that Tuo Lei and his son would all suffer such a fate?
Liu Heima looked with wide eyes. The surviving guards dismounted one after another, helped Meng Ge up, and tied up one of Meng Ge's arms. The guards helped Meng Ge mount his horse. Meng Ge was covered in blood and one of his arms seemed to be gone.
Liu Heima was trembling in fear when a shrill scream came again, knocking down Xiao Zala who was not far away from him, including his man and his horse. Xiao Zala lay on the ground, his body twitching continuously and did not stand up.
Xiao Zala's soldiers and nephews dismounted, pushed Xiao Zala onto the horse, led the horse carrying Xiao Zala, and headed north in panic.
Liu Heima no longer hesitated and shouted loudly to the two young sons who were looking at each other in a daze:
"Dalang, Erlang, stop looking! Leave quickly!"
The firearms were fierce, but it didn't matter whether you were a general or a soldier. Liu Heima led his sons to beat the horses and fled in embarrassment, not daring to look back again.
If we delay for a while longer, it is estimated that the old Liu family will be extinct.
Huge bombs fell one after another, falling into the large groups of fleeing Mongolian soldiers. Iron pieces and iron pellets flew everywhere, harvesting statements wantonly, broken limbs, pieces of flesh and blood flying in the sky, scattered everywhere in the wilderness. .
The Song Army's cavalry formation, the cavalry commander Wang Shixin, Wang Gui and other Song Army generals were also dumbfounded and felt chills in their hearts.
Those Mongolian cavalry were hit by cannonballs from the north, and the tragic sight of blood and bones flying everywhere was really horrifying.
There are at least 40,000 to 50,000 Mongolian troops, and nearly 10,000 cavalrymen. If they go all out, the Song army's northern formation without heavy artillery or cavalry is likely to be overwhelmed, and the Mongolian army can easily escape. However, they only sent three to four thousand cavalry to charge into the battle, while the large group fled. This made Wang Shixin feel familiar.
This was the case with the Mongolian cavalry in the Battle of Hanzhong. They used refueling tactics and attacked the Song army's formation time and time again. They thought they could secure victory, but were eventually divided and killed.
"Brothers, work together to defeat the Tatar army all the way to Yanmen Pass!"
Wang Shixin pulled out his knife and shouted loudly.
"Yanmen Pass! Yanmen Pass!"
The surrounding Wang Gui and other Song army generals shouted loudly together.
"Yanmen Pass! Kill the enemy!"
Wang Shixin pulled out his knife and shouted loudly.
With more than 20,000 cavalry, facing the remnants of the enemy, why not beat up the fallen dog?
Taiyuan City was only three hundred miles away from Yanmen Pass, so they ran all the way to seize this most important pass in the world.
"Kill the enemy!"
The generals mobilized their war horses, and thousands of horses galloped forward boundlessly.
Countless Song Army cavalry were dispatched, and smoke and dust billowed endlessly. They urged their horses and galloped in pursuit. Crossbows and arrows were fired, and the cavalry among the Mongolian deserters, as well as the Mongolian generals with conspicuous armor, were shot under their horses. Many Mongolian soldiers were shot down, and before they had time to get up, they were trampled by thousands of hooves and feet, turning them into a pulp. The Song cavalry slashed and stabbed with swords and spears, and the war horses ran rampant. The Han infantry in the Mongolian army were dripping with blood, crying and howling. They pushed each other, and countless people were squeezed and pushed down. Thousands of troops and horses galloped past. stepped on their bodies.
The Song army's cavalry slashed wildly behind them, and the Mongolian army was frightened and just howled and fled forward. There were tens of thousands of people, but only a few dared to resist. The crowd moved forward like a frenzy, and people were losing their lives every moment. Some Mongolian troops resisted desperately, shooting and killing some Song cavalry. However, they were attacked by the opponent with all bows and crossbows, divided and charged, or bombarded by thunder and thunder, causing the resisters to quickly lose their combat effectiveness or be killed. , or become a defeated army.
The Song army's cavalry divided the Mongolian army at a glance, and often under bursts of charging and shooting, the resisting Mongolian army quickly collapsed and was unable to form a formation to fight. Once they become unorganized stragglers, they can only be slaughtered and allowed to be charged by the Song Army's cavalry.
The Song Army's cavalry charged forward, and the Song Army's infantry caught up again. The hand-to-hand combat began, which became even more brutal and bloody.
"prick!"
Under the roar of the officers of the Song Army, they stabbed each other with spears, either fighting in large formations or in small formations of three people. They went straight to the vital point with all their moves, and their guns were merciless. Countless Mongolian infantry were stabbed over, and the fields were filled with screams and cries.
"Don't kill me! I'm Han too!"
"Please, spare my life!"
"I still have a wife and children, please let me go!"
Countless Mongolian soldiers threw away their weapons and knelt down on the ground, crying bitterly and pitifully.
"Those who surrender will not be killed!"
The Song soldiers shouted loudly, and many panicked Mongolian soldiers woke up and knelt down one after another. For a moment, the entire field was filled with kneeling Mongolian troops, and discarded weapons were piled all over the ground.
The Song cavalry pursued them, and the Mongolian infantry found it almost difficult to escape. The remaining thousands of mounted Mongolian troops risked their lives and moved forward. They kept firing arrows to kill the pursuing Song army cavalry. The Song cavalry also fired their bows and crossbows, filling the sky with arrows, shooting pieces of Mongolian cavalry off their horses. The remaining Mongolian cavalry did not dare to fight anymore, whipped their horses wildly, and fled to the north.
The Song Army's cavalry is boundless, never abandoning, and tightly guarded.
The cavalry gave chase and there were constant shouts of killing outside the city. Until the afternoon, the commander of the West Route Army, Yu Jie, climbed up the north wall of Taiyuan City. Beside him, Balshu and his son and a group of Song generals were lined up, and everyone looked out of the city together.
The flags of the Mongolian army were pulled down one after another and thrown outside the city. Then the flags of the Song army were put up. The flags fluttered in the wind and were extremely eye-catching. The Song troops outside the city raised their heads and saluted the flags. Everyone is solemn.
The same goes for Yu Jie. He and the surrounding generals saluted Song Qi with the same enthusiasm.
"Long live the Song Dynasty!"
Yu Jie raised his fists, raised his arms and shouted.
"Long live the Song Dynasty!"
The soldiers of the Song Army outside the city raised their fists together, and earth-shattering shouts resounded through the sky.
"Long live the Emperor of the Song Dynasty! Long live! Long live!"
Yu Jie shouted at the top of her lungs.
"Long live the Emperor of the Song Dynasty! Long live! Long live!"
Another burst of overwhelming sound came, repeated continuously and for a long time.
The shouts of "Long live" continued, deafening, and both Baershu and his son Qi Shimain were frightened. Being in this fanatical atmosphere, apart from shock, there is fear.
Emperor Zhao Hong of the Song Dynasty was so loved and even worshiped by the soldiers of the Song Army. The Song Army was so fierce and warlike. Who in the world was the enemy of the Song Dynasty?
"Leave 10,000 soldiers and horses to garrison. The army will set off early tomorrow morning, pointing directly at Yanmen Pass!"
Yu Jie passed down the military order and faced Baershu and his son beside him with a smile on his face.
"General Balshu, are you and your son going north together with your troops, or do you have other plans?"
Yanjing City doesn't know the outcome of the battle, but just the tens of thousands of dead horses outside the city and the army's rations can last ten days and a half.
"General, as soon as the city of Taiyuan was defeated, the Mongolian power was over. Qishimayin led his cavalry to follow the general northward. I will lead the infantry back to the Western Regions in preparation for the invasion led by Wokuotai. I also ask the Emperor of Song for permission. Gaochang Kingdom is willing to continue to do so from generation to generation. Surrender to the Song Dynasty and guard the Western Regions for the Song Dynasty."
Baer Shu said it respectfully.
There are more than 10,000 war horses captured outside the city, and they can be borrowed to return to the Western Regions. With his son as a hostage and his daughter by his side, Emperor Song should be relieved.
In the evening, on the bank of Xinshui River, more than a hundred miles north of Taiyuan, Han Chijin, surrounded by a group of Mongolian cavalry, panicked like a bereaved dog and risked his life to head north.
The Song cavalry behind them disappeared, and all the troops seemed to have escaped. Meng Ge suddenly fell off his horse.
All the troops were surprised. Meng Ge's guards dismounted one after another, helped Meng Ge up, and re-bandaged his wounds.
"Brother Meng!"
Looking at the unconscious Brother Meng, Han Chi was heartbroken and about to shed tears.
"Marshal, Tacha'er is gone, and so is Xiao Zala!"
Liu Heima said in despair.
Not only Xiao Zala and Tacha'er are gone, but so are Badar and Xiao Naitai. Baal Shu is in danger, and now even Brother Meng is seriously injured. Who knows if he can survive?
The most important thing is that the 100,000 troops in Taiyuan City were just wiped out.
"The Song Army cavalry is catching up!"
The ranger came to report in a panic, but was kicked down by an angry Esmeri.
"You're in such a hurry, you're in a hurry!"
"Marshal, the Song Army's cavalry is strong. Brother Meng's injury cannot be delayed. You have to make a decision."
Liu Heima glanced at Esmaili and said softly.
This reckless and domineering guy is still showing off his power here, no matter what time it is.
"Han Chijin, you take Brother Meng away first, I'll stay to break up the queen!"
The warrior Dahai Cunbu said decisively, stood up, turned around and left.
"Dahaocyanbu, come back quickly!"
Han Chijin shouted loudly, but Dahai Cyanbu had already turned around and left.
"Marshal, why don't you snipe the Song army at Yanmen Pass?"
A guard said softly.
"Just two or three thousand people? Cavalry? Guarding such a long Yanmen Pass?"
Han Chijin shook his head. He glanced at the unconscious Brother Meng and immediately gave the order.
"The whole army goes north, straight into the clouds!"
Two to three thousand cavalrymen guard Yanmen Pass. Just one thunderbolt from the Song army is probably enough for them to drink a pot.
Han Chijin left with the defeated soldiers, and numerous cavalrymen of the Song army came after him. They met the oncoming Dahaigangbu tribe on a narrow road. Arrows from both sides flew and they collided quickly. Esmaili and the remaining cavalry under his command were soon in danger. It was about to be swallowed up by most of the Song army.
The Song army pursued them all the way, and the Mongolian army left countless corpses along the way. It was not until the afternoon of the next day that the Song army's cavalry formation arrived at Yanmen Pass. The flag of the Song Dynasty was erected on the wall of Yanmen Pass.
A hundred years after losing the strategic location of Yanmen Pass, Yanmen Pass finally fell under the rule of the Central Plains Dynasty again.
