After answering, Yang Wenguang looked at the 4,000 cavalry troops following him and said, "Speed up, the general ten miles ahead has prepared food for us."
"Ah! There is food. Where did it come from? Was it prepared by Xinzhou Prefecture?" Hu Yanqing came close to Yang Wenguang and asked like a curious baby.
Hu Yanqing has been separated from the status of reserve imperial army and is now a school captain.
But it is not as good as Yang Wenguang's seventh-grade Colonel Zhiguo, but the ninth-grade Colonel Renyong.
Even so, Hu Yanqing was already quite satisfied. This was much better than his unqualified reserve army. More importantly, he finally had the opportunity to lead his troops to the battlefield.
In contrast, the latter is Hu Yanqing's favorite.
"Where do all these problems come from?" Yang Wenguang glared at Hu Yanqing.
In fact, he himself didn't quite understand who prepared the food?
Also, Su Shi was in the carriage the whole time, how did he know about this?
...
Yangxing Village.
In less than half an hour, hundreds of cavalry arrived from the direction of Xinzhou.
The reinforcements from the Mongolian cavalry arrived, consisting of two centurions, led by Centurion Gurley.
"A big fat fish." As soon as the leader appeared on the outskirts of Yangxing Village, through the low earth wall, he saw that there was a lot of people inside, and Gurli's eyes lit up.
To say that on the way with the army, it's not that I haven't seen the Song Dynasty people, it's not that I haven't conquered the city, but those benefits need to be shared exclusively with the army. Wherever it is like now, the benefits of a village must be owned by oneself.
Except for the fact that you need to hand over part of the money when you turn back, most of them are fine.
fell into his own hands.
Thinking that along the way, he had already distributed hundreds of Song prisoners and a lot of iron tools. Once he was allowed to return to Mengdi, he would soon be able to build a small tribe of his own and become the leader of the tribe.
Now, by capturing Yangxing Village, his small tribe could instantly expand several times or even dozens of times. At this time, he felt that life was so beautiful and the future was so bright.
"Sir, when will we launch the attack?"
Gurli stood on the war horse, and Halazi was about to stay. Looking in the eyes of the captain who came to report, he finally couldn't help but remind him.
"Oh, yes, attack, attack immediately. One hundred-man team will be the main attacker, and one hundred-man team will assist on the side. Use our bows and arrows to shoot the enemy from a distance." Gurley, who woke up, instantly turned into a murderous demon again, shouting loudly.
The attack methods of the Mongolian cavalry are not complicated. The more common tactics are to shoot the enemy from a distance with bows and arrows, and to charge the enemy with melee cavalry.
But this is a very simple method of warfare, but it is very effective. It was the same when fighting the Liao people, and it is the same now when fighting the Song people. They are always victorious in every battle.
Riding on his horse, Ge Li could already see the nervous and frightened look of the Song people in the stronghold, and also saw that there were still Song soldiers who wanted to resist.
There are 800 Song soldiers in the stronghold, including 400 Song border troops. Gurli already knew about it on the way here.
The frontier army of the Song Dynasty was very strong, and Gurli still had his own understanding of this. Previously, the vanguard general Alatan almost suffered a loss because he underestimated the frontier army.
However, as the Mongolian cavalry poured into the northern border of the Song Dynasty and began to burn, kill and loot everywhere, the Song Dynasty's border army also began to struggle.
They were in a scattered state. Because of their dispersion, their strength began to decline continuously, and no one even provided food and drink.
The Mengqi soldiers could rob as much as they wanted without food and drink, but the Song Dynasty border troops did not dare to do so.
Especially for the Song Dynasty border troops who have not entered the city and are wandering outside, I am afraid that they have not had a good meal for several days, and their physical strength is not even 70% of the usual. In addition, they are cavalry.
As for the infantry, the four hundred frontier troops were really not in Gurli's eyes.
How could Gurley be afraid of an enemy who couldn't even fill his stomach?
After two hundred Mongolian cavalry rested for just a moment outside the stronghold, a hundred people began to move forward slowly, and there were another hundred Mongolian cavalry scattered outside. They were riding back and forth on their horses, running back and forth from time to time.
You will show off your horse skills, and from time to time arrows will be shot into the low wall.
In the past, when Mengqi went out to fight, they would carry at most five arrows per person. Most of them were bone arrows, which were lethal but could not be used after one use.
After defeating the Liao army and taking away their army baggage, he instantly became wealthy.
Nowadays, when going to war, each person will bring about thirty arrows. Once the war is won, the iron arrows can often be taken back and used again.
With more arrows available, at this moment, the hundreds of Mongolian riders on the periphery kept firing arrows to intimidate the Song soldiers in the stronghold.
Anyway, the arrows shot can be taken back after the Yangxing Stronghold is captured, so there is no need to use them. It doesn't matter whether they can hit the Song army at this distance. Let's deter them first.
behind the low wall
, Wen Yang stared intently at Meng Qi, who had begun to approach them, with a solemn look on his face.
With two hundred Mongolian cavalry, they really thought highly of him, and he only had four hundred men.
It's a pity that it's just infantry. If he has four hundred cavalry, he really has nothing to fear in a battle. The worst he can do is die. At this point in the battle, the more afraid of death, the faster he will die.
.
But even if he only has 400 infantry, he will still have to fight with Meng Qi this time, and he will bite off a piece of his opponent's flesh even if he dies.
Wen Yang was still thinking about how to deal with Meng Qi and how to fight them to the death. However, Zhang Qi, the commander of the camp on the side, looked frightened and kept mumbling, "It's over, it's over, there are so many Meng Qi."
, what should I do, I’m afraid I’m going to die, just die.”
After all, the Xiang Army is not a regular army. You can ask them to maintain local security, and they can wipe out some bandits who are not powerful. But compared with the barbaric Mengqi, they are really different.
too much.
The 400-sided army may not even have the actual combat strength of a hundred frontier troops.
You can see that they are huddled under the low wall now, and some of them are even trembling.
"Okay, now is the time. Is there any use in being afraid? We all have our weapons in hand. When Meng Qi comes to us, we will fight with them." They noticed that Zhang Qi and a battalion of Xiang soldiers were there.
Looking scared, Wen Yang said angrily.
Fortunately, you are still being called martial artists. At the critical moment, you are not as good as a scholar like yourself. It is really disappointing.
But this is not the time to scold people.
I'm afraid that everyone will be dead after a while, so what's the use of talking more now?
"Don't be too afraid. The opponent only has 200 people, and we have 800. We have an advantage in terms of military strength." Simply applying pressure will not work. In order to improve morale, Wen Yang changed his words.
However, there are no eggs.
When these words came out and were heard in the ears of the soldiers, only a few people's eyes became firmer, and most of them were still pretending, holding their weapons and chanting words such as Buddha's blessing.
This is war.
Maybe when facing war and life and death, you will be cowardly, scared, fearful, or brave.
This is all normal.
But no matter how you behave, you still have to face reality in the end.
War has always been a cruel reality where you die or I die.
"Take out as many bows and arrows as you have left, and let them go. Don't let Meng Qi be so arrogant. The others will hold weapons. After a while, the general will give the order, and everyone will charge together."
"If we can't hit the horse, we'll cut off the horse's legs. Anyway, killing one is enough to make a profit. If we kill two, we can still make one."
Wenyang kept cheering everyone up, and finally some of the bow-holders began to tremble and take out their arrows, ready to release them.
The Mengqi on the opposite side did not launch a charge immediately, but walked forward slowly, as if they wanted to put more pressure on the Song army in the stronghold. When they were only 150 steps away from the low wall, this
Then he squeezed the horse's belly with both legs, and a loud word for "kill" came out of his mouth.
kill!
At that moment, hundreds of horses galloped, raising a lot of dust, and hundreds of Mongolian riders came straight towards the Sunshine Village to kill.
"Fire the arrow.
"
Almost at the same time, Wen Yang's shout also came out, and hundreds of bows and arrows were shot out from both sides of him.
Unfortunately, most of the bows and arrows did not land on the charging Meng Qi at all, but were shot out randomly, very unorganized.
Of more than a hundred arrows, less than twenty reached Meng Qi who rushed in front of him, but most of them were knocked to the ground. In the end, only two arrows hit the enemy, but they only injured Meng Qi.
Not death.
He sighed in his heart, the archer was too weak. But there was no time for him to say anything at this time. Wenyang, who was wearing armor and slightly thin, still shouted the word "kill" at the first moment, and followed the first one from the low wall.
Then he jumped out.
Wen Yang took the lead. Behind him, the four hundred border troops and four hundred side soldiers also let out a loud roar, and then one by one they jumped over the low wall and rushed towards Meng Qi who was getting closer and closer.
"Fuck, this is too bad."
Wang Yi, who had quietly moved behind Wenyang and the others, was holding five consecutive rounds and was ready to join the battle at any time. It was precisely because they were at the end that they saw a very strange scene.
Just after Wen Yang shouted the word "Chong", the four hundred frontier troops went out in order. However, although the four hundred side soldiers shouted "kill" in cooperation, their behavior was all kinds of strange.
Some people shouted the word "kill", but they walked very slowly, looking like they were greedy for life and afraid of death.
Some had some courage, but in the end they were still more frightened and fell to the ground when they crossed the low wall.
Others simply continued to hide under the low wall with their weapons in hand, with their eyes closed and muttering something unknown in their mouths.
I really thought,
At this time, can you pray to God and worship Buddha to keep you safe?