Yanjing fell, and the 100,000 Hedong army was wiped out.
News of the defeat reached the clouds, and the Mongolian soldiers guarding the city were all worried from top to bottom.
Yanjing's 100,000-strong army was defeated. Can Yunzhong, with 20,000 to 30,000 cavalrymen, still hold on?
In the lobby of the Yunzhong government office, the one-eyed Subotai frowned and did not say a word for a long time.
"Subutai, Yanjing has fallen, and the Song army is attacking Taiyuan. What do we do?"
Kuo Chu asked softly, seemingly calm, but there was unconcealable anxiety in his eyes.
Taiyuan has not been defeated yet, how could Yanjing be defeated first?
Compared with Taiyuan City, Yanjing City is undoubtedly much stronger. Why did it fall first?
"Does it mean that Hebei can't be defended anymore?"
Torre's fourth son, young Kublai Khan, asked suspiciously.
Shi Tianze did not reinforce Yanjing, Yelu Aigu and Zhang Hongyan surrendered to the enemy, and the Han army in Hebei and Liaodong fully rebelled. Can Hebei still be able to defend it?
These abominable wall-mounted Han troops!
"Marshal, the guards who escaped behind reported that they were unable to withdraw due to poor oral hygiene and were killed on the spot."
Temutai was crestfallen, his face full of frustration, like a little old man.
"The oral warmth is not good! Damn Song dog!"
Kublai Khan said painfully, Subotai sighed, but still did not speak.
Although he knew that Hebei was difficult to defend, he still couldn't believe that a hundred thousand troops were wiped out and the coach, Kouken Wenhua, died in battle.
Kouwenbuhua, Temutai, and Saban are all famous warriors in Mongolia. They have been on the battlefield for many years, but they were defeated like this.
Even the commander of the army was killed.
"Hebei can't be defended anymore. I wonder what Hedong is like?"
Kuo Chu asked suddenly with a gloomy face.
"I don't know. We fled back to Yunzhong from Shengkou in the north. There is no news about what is happening on the east side of the river."
Temutai suddenly interjected, his eyes regained some sparkle.
If Taiyuan could defeat the Song army, the situation might be salvageable.
"Yanjing City can't be defended, and I'm afraid the same goes for Taiyuan City. It seems we are ready to withdraw to the grassland."
Subotai frowned and finally spoke, surprising everyone.
"Subotai, are you scared by the Song Army? Even if the Song Army can enter the clouds, we still have tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry, are we still afraid of the Song Army?"
The young Kublai Khan's face was ashen and he spoke decisively.
There are more than ten thousand timid Xue troops under the command of Wo Kuotai who are stationed in Yunzhong City. They are all brave enough that ten thousand men are not worthy of their courage. Even if the Song army comes and rushes into the formation, it will not be a waste.
"Kublai Khan. I'm afraid it won't be that easy."
With a heavy heart, Kuo Chu shook his head and said:
"The southerners are a powerful country, with many cavalry and ferocious firearms. Even if we can defeat them, our Mongolian warriors will definitely suffer a lot."
He and Meng Ge had been to the Song Dynasty. The prosperity and wealth of the Song Dynasty, the country and the people, and the national power were still fresh in his memory, and he felt depressed every time he thought about it.
Although the Mongolian soldiers were brave and good at fighting, they did not have such a powerful country, nor did they have such a large population.
In other words, the Song people suffered casualties of 100,000 and 200,000 troops, which was harmless. They could recruit new soldiers and train again. Is Mongolia OK?
"Go down, let's disperse first. Prepare to fight."
Subotai whispered, stood up and left.
"What's wrong with Subotai? Are you afraid of the Song Army? Can the Song Army really take down Taiyuan City?"
Kublai Khan said angrily, very unfair.
"Even if the Song army captured Hedong and Hebei, there are still tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry in the clouds, all of them are warriors of our Mongolian country. Even if the Song army comes to attack, can't they be defeated? I just don't believe it!"
"Kublai Khan, the Song army is powerful. If Lianghe is really lost, what's the point of us defending Yunzhong? The timid Xue army is the last elite of our Mongolian country. If we really fight against the Song army, we will still be there. How can we stand firm on the grassland? Not many of those tribes are worry-free."
Kuo Chu shook his head, pessimistic about the future war.
Kuo Chu went out with worries, Temutai stood up and left listlessly, leaving Kublai Khan there in a daze.
“It’s like I’ve lost my soul!”
Kublai Khan was worried. He reached the top of the city and looked in the direction of Yanmen Pass, frowning.
If Hedong is defeated, will the Mongolian army really return to the grassland?
Kublai Khan was lost in thought when suddenly a Mongolian soldier pointed in the south direction and screamed.
"King...Prince, there is dust and smoke!"
"Why are you panicking?"
Kublai Khan pretended to be calm and looked in the direction pointed by the Mongolian soldiers.
To the south, smoke and dust were billowing, and thousands of troops and horses were galloping towards them, but the broken flags were in a chaotic formation.
"Han Chijin!"
It was clearly visible from the flag, and Kublai Khan was taken aback and shouted loudly.
"Open the city gate quickly!"
Han Chijin is in charge of Taiyuan. Now that his remaining army has been defeated, could it be said that Taiyuan has also been lost?
In the lobby of the government office, Kuochei and others were stunned when they saw the defeated generals. Subotai's heart fell into the ice cave.
Meng Ge was seriously injured, lost an arm, and was still in a coma. Baitaer died in the battle, Tachaer died in the battle, Xiao Zala died in the battle, and Balshu disappeared...
Coupled with Yanjing's reputation for not spending time in battle, almost all the outstanding leaders of Mongolia's young generation died in this battle of the Song Army's Northern Expedition.
Subotai's heart was filled with sadness.
"Go to Yanmen Pass quickly to inquire!"
Kuo Chu immediately issued a military order.
Taiyuan was defeated, 200,000 Mongol elites were wiped out, and the two rivers fell into the hands of the Song army. Can the lonely city in the clouds withstand the thunderous blow of hundreds of thousands of Song troops?
But what if the Song army retreats to the grassland and pursues it into the grassland?
"Subutai, now both rivers are lost, what do we do?"
Han Chijin's face was wrinkled and his beard and hair were all white. After a great defeat in Taiyuan, he seemed to have aged much suddenly and became a dying old man.
In fact, he was already in his sixties and in his final years.
"The Song army is powerful and has sharp weapons. If they fight in the clouds, it may be difficult to win."
Subotai whispered.
"Why don't you go to the grassland and ask the Great Khan to see what he means?"
Kublai Khan said unwillingly.
"It's too late. Yanjing and Taiyuan are only a few hundred miles away from Yunzhong, and they can be reached in two or three days. A round trip back to the grassland will take at least ten days and a half. If the Khan goes out hunting, it will take even longer."
Han Chijin shook his head and said. He looked at Subotai and said bitterly:
"Subutai, you better make up your mind."
"Han Chijin, you are the Mongolian king, and you are Abaga of Wokuotai. It's up to you to make the decision."
Han Chijin and Subotai put the blame on each other and made a decisive and impassioned statement.
"Don't push back and forth. Just fight in the clouds. As long as the Song army is defeated, Lianghe and the Central Plains can be taken back. The world will still belong to my country, Mongolia!"
Kublai Khan spoke impassionedly, and although he was full of lofty sentiments, all the Mongolian generals in the hall were not optimistic.
Having experienced a battle with the Song Army, they knew better than Kublai Khan what the opponent's strength was. The 200,000 infantry and cavalry troops in the two rivers could not withstand the Song army's attack, let alone the tens of thousands of Yunzhong Mongolian cavalry.
At this time, many people had lost their fighting spirit and were thinking of retreat.
"Since the rise of the Song Dynasty, first it failed to destroy the Wuti Kingdom of Tang Dynasty and lost Hexi. Then the Song Dynasty took advantage of the road, which destroyed 70,000 troops and greatly damaged their vitality. Now the Song army is going on a northern expedition, and all the elite troops in the two rivers have been wiped out. We, Mongolia, Now the country can only retreat to the grassland."
Liu Heima, who was in despair, shook his head and sighed bitterly.
"Yes! In the past few years, almost all of Mongolia's military commanders have died. This time it is even more..."
Everyone was speechless when they heard Han Chijin's emotion.
"Retreat!"
Han Chijin finally said something.
"Retreat! We can't stay here any longer. If the Song army catches up, I'm afraid many warriors will be killed or injured!"
Kuo Chu followed up with the following sentence, endless regrets.
"Once you go back to the grassland, you may not be able to come back."
"Where's Kublai Khan? Where has he gone?"
Han Chijin looked around and asked in surprise.
The gate of Yunzhongnan City opened wide, and countless Mongolian cavalry filed out, heading south. In the cavalry formation, the young Kublai Khan took the lead.
Han Chijin and others hurriedly climbed up the city wall and shook their heads as they looked at the Mongolian cavalry going away.
"Han Chijin, once Kublai Khan leaves, he is likely to fight with the Song army. Do you want to chase him back?"
Kuo Chu asked anxiously.
"Kublai Khan has a strong character, and he is his own cavalry. He cannot be persuaded to come back."
Subotai said in a low voice and said to Han Chijin:
"Han Chijin, no matter whether Kublai Khan wins or loses, we can't stay in Yunzhong. In a cavalry duel, Kublai Khan should be able to protect himself. Hurry up and assemble the whole army and return to the grassland."
"Come out, assemble the entire army, and prepare to withdraw."
Han Chijin ordered to go down, and the generals followed the order and left. The entire Yunzhong City was immediately busy.
In front of Yanmen Pass, there is a tragic scene of iron and blood blending together.
"Kill Song Dog!"
Kublai Khan took the lead, brandishing his sword and shouting, and countless Mongolian cavalry rode forward. They clamped their legs on the horse's belly, waving their swords and guns, and rushed straight to the Song army formation in front of them like a tide.
How could the Mongolian cavalry, which dominates the world, lose to the weak Southerners?
"Chickens and dogs!"
In the Song army's formation, Wang Shixin snorted and shouted loudly.
"Prepare!"
Even if his own cavalry was far superior in numbers, he did not intend to rush the cavalry and increase casualties. Instead, he took the lead with firearms and massacred the opponent first, and then charged into the formation.
The small cannons were placed one after another, and the gunners began to load ammunition in an orderly manner, just like normal drills.
"Still the same old thing!"
Wang Gui shook his head and shouted:
"Brothers, prepare to charge into battle!"
The heavy cavalry charges in front, while the light cavalry waits for opportunities to kill with arrows. This is still the old tactic of the Mongolian cavalry.
However, it has already been eliminated.
"Puffy!"
Artillery roared, shotguns flew all over the sky, pieces of Mongolian cavalry fell off their horses, and their bodies piled up. It was extremely tragic.
But even so, the Mongolian cavalry still poured in like a tide, covering the mountains and plains endlessly.
This may be their only chance. If we win, we may have a chance to drive the Song army back to the south of the Yellow River and save the two rivers.
Otherwise, we can only withdraw from the Great Wall, return to the grasslands in the bitter cold land, and live the miserable life of living by the water again.
How could he be willing to lose everything when he was used to the arrogance and luxury brought about by plundering.
However, no matter how brave the Mongolian cavalry was and how they disregarded casualties, they could never break through the fifty or sixty steps in front of the Song army's formation.
On the artillery position of the Song Army, the gunners were skilled in loading ammunition, busy but not chaotic, and carried out shelling again and again.
The rumbling cannons continued, and shotguns flew all over the sky, covering their heads and faces. Everywhere they went, there were screams and neighings of men and horses. Mongolian cavalrymen turned on their backs one by one, and countless people were trampled into pulp.
This is not a war, this is a complete massacre!
"Warriors, follow me to kill Song Dog!"
Kublai Khan urged his horses wildly and waved his saber forward.
"Kill Song Dog!"
Thousands of cavalry rushed forward, rushing into the smoke one after another. However, with the continuous sound of artillery, the galloping Mongolian cavalry turned on their backs one after another. And as countless Song Army cavalry poured into the battlefield, after a fierce charge, only countless corpses and wounded were left on the battlefield, as well as ownerless horses scattered everywhere...
This also seems to indicate the fate of Mongolia.
