Instead of asking for help, it's better to rely on yourself. Rush out and kill the enemy to the point where you have hope of escaping and surviving.
"That's too bad, captain, when are we going to come?" The scouts, who were already itching for a while, said anxiously.
They are the only ones on the battlefield now, which means that all the merits in front of them are shared by them. What a great opportunity this is.
Once the main force arrives, there will be too many people and too little food. Even if they win the battle, they will not get much.
"Come on now. Everyone, pay attention. Eliminate the enemy while saving yourself. Don't show up casually." Wang Yi couldn't help it for a long time. Now that the opportunity finally appeared, how could he be polite? As he said that, he said for the first time.
One rushed forward, heading straight for the low wall.
"Captain, don't be ridiculous. Come together."
Seeing that Wang Yi was the first to rush out, fearing that the captain would take away everyone's credit, the other eleven people cursed in their hearts for being shameless, and then accelerated their speed and rushed away.
On top of the low wall, Wenyang had already led four hundred border troops to face the hundreds of Mongolian cavalry who were rushing towards him. As soon as the two sides fought, blood overflowed and splashed everywhere.
As soon as the battle began, it entered into a fierce fight for Bai Hua.
At this time, no one will hide. If you have ten points of strength, you will use ten points. There is no need to save a point. Because no one knows whether you will be dead next moment if you still have strength.
What's the use of keeping it?
The sound of clanging weapons and clashing weapons kept coming, and from time to time someone would fall to the ground.
And this fall may last forever.
Hundreds versus a hundred, there is a military advantage.
But other than that, it's useless.
Mengqi relied on the speed of his war horse. Once the saber struck, a piece of flesh and blood would often be taken away and separated from the human body.
When the war horses rush wildly, if someone is blocking the front, they will be knocked away, as if being crushed by a huge mountain.
In addition, there were hundreds of Mongolian knights outside who were constantly looking for opportunities to fire arrows. Many Song soldiers did not even have a chance to rush in front of the enemy before they were hit by arrows and fell to the ground helplessly.
The shouts of killing continued, but the number of Song troops was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Haha, so happy, so happy." A Mongolian knight rode on the war horse. In a short period of time, he had slashed three Song soldiers with his knife, and the war horse also knocked away a Song soldier.
This result made him very satisfied. In his opinion, the Song Army was synonymous with weakness, and in his opinion, he was the embodiment of a warrior.
puff!
Just when he raised his saber again and was about to chop it on the head of an approaching Song soldier, he suddenly felt a heartbreaking pain that hit his whole body.
Looking along the pain, Meng Qi saw a short arrow shot into his chest, very deep.
At this moment, the bright red blood was flowing outward along the arrow body.
Feeling that all the strength in his body was draining, the Mengqi's face became paler. He was unwilling to give in. He did not believe that the Song army and archers would be hiding in the dark.
But whether he believed it or not, he was going to die.
After bleeding too much and all the nerves in his body began to go crazy, he fell from his horse with a plop.
And he was not the first Mongolian knight to die in battle. At this moment, ten other Mongolian knights fell from their horses almost at the same time.
fell down.
"Fuck, which bastard didn't hit the vital point." Wang Yi couldn't help but curse out loud when he saw Meng Qi falling down one after another, but when he counted only eleven.
"Captain, stop scolding me. My arrow was shot crookedly, and the target just moved, and it only hit his shoulder. But I'm trying to make up for it, and he will definitely die." A team member next to him said with an aggrieved look.
With.
A team of twelve people, one arrow shot, killed eleven people. He was the only one who failed to complete the task. To put it like a young marshal, he was the only one who failed. At this moment, he was so ashamed that he felt ashamed.
"Okay, next time I'm aiming for the right spot, I think my usual training is still too little, so I'll go back and increase the intensity." Wang Yi snorted.
But he didn't know how much he was shocked by what he said at this moment in the ears of Zhang Qi, who was hearing it not far away.
Zhang Qi is also a timid person, or someone who is afraid of death.
When Wen Yang shouted to charge, he did move, but before his body could stand up completely, an arrow was shot from the opposite side, almost grazing his scalp.
Zhang Qi plopped down on the ground with a frightened voice. Then he found that his legs were weak and he no longer had the courage to stand up.
Hiding behind the low wall like this, all Zhang Qi could do was pray, praying that Wenyang could kill the Mongolian cavalry and that reinforcements sent by the imperial court could arrive.
He didn't believe what he said. Zhang Qi was still talking about it, but it was just a kind of spiritual comfort.
But I never thought that it would actually work this time.
There were really a dozen men who rushed under the low wall, and then a round of arrows were shot out, killing ten enemies.
One person, the result of injuring one enemy.
Zhang Qi saw this scene clearly. Just when he wanted to shout out a cheer, he happened to hear Wang Yi's voice training his men, and he was petrified on the spot.
Twelve people, one wave of bows and arrows killed eleven people and injured one more. Isn't this result outstanding enough?
It’s already outrageous, okay?
If their soldiers had such ability, I am afraid he would wake up laughing even in his dreams.
But it seems that the people who came to support are not satisfied yet and are still angry. Isn't this... a bit too arrogant?
The one on the opposite side is Meng Qi, who is not a bandit composed of refugees. Does it mean that it is so easy to kill?
Zhang Qi was still shocked, and Wang Yi and the others started the second round of blocking.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
Arrows were shot out rapidly, and the Mongolian knights on the battlefield were like living targets. One by one, they were hit by arrows and fell off their horses, dying.
In a short period of time, three waves of arrows were shot out, nearly taking away the lives of more than thirty enemies. Finally, Meng Qi reacted.
It was a coincidence that one person was shot and killed by an arrow, but what about ten, twenty, and thirty?
"Everyone, be careful. The opponent has a sharp archer. I'm afraid he is still a very powerful archer." Gurley, who was standing behind the team, saw that his side began to suffer casualties, and the number was quite large, and he immediately discovered something was wrong.
Ground, shouted loudly.
"rush!"
Wang Yi also heard the shouting, and without saying a word, he stood up and jumped over the earth wall, running forward while shouting, "Advance in a formation of three and three, one group, two groups, kill the enemy head-on, three groups, four groups
Responsible for the left and right wings, if the Meng cavalry approaches, you can shoot the horses first to disrupt their offensive steps."
quickly
After saying this, Wang Yi, who rushed out, shot another arrow, and a Mongolian knight not far away fell off his horse.
Wenyang was already covered in blood.
Just now, two border soldiers died fighting to protect themselves.
With the cooperation of his two colleagues, he finally beheaded a Mongolian knight, dragged him onto his horse, and slashed the opponent's neck with a knife.
"Hahaha."
After finally killing someone, Wenyang felt proud and proud.
In any case, if you kill a Mengqi this time, then even if you die, it will be worthwhile, and you will have the dignity to meet Pao Ze who took the first step below.
"What are you still doing? Meng Qi needs to retreat and entangle them. Don't let them escape."
While Wen Yang was still breathing heavily, a shout suddenly came from behind.
"Yes, I'm talking about you. Your name is Wen Yang, right? Hurry up and organize people to entangle Meng Qi. You don't want to kill them, just slow down their retreat."
Seemingly seeing that Wen Yang was still in a daze, Wang Yi shouted again, this time even including the other person's name.
"Is this... calling yourself?" Wen Yang was stunned.
But several years of military career made him sober up quickly. Especially when he found that the number of Mongolian riders in front of him was indeed much smaller, he regained his energy at this moment.
Just now, he was always rushing to the front, and he didn't see what happened behind him. Naturally, he didn't see Wang Yi and the others killing the enemy like chopping vegetables.
But now, the number of meng cavalry in front of us is indeed small. Just now, we could see enemies galloping back and forth on horseback almost everywhere. But now, there seem to be only a few left.
"kill!"
No matter what the reason is, since it is Mengqi
When the number became smaller, that was when the opportunity came. He raised his spirits and roared again. Wenyang shouted loudly, "Our reinforcements are coming. Trap the enemy, trap them."
Of the four hundred frontier troops, less than half were left at this time.
After paying the price of two hundred people, they only killed less than five Mongolian riders.
The battle of forty to one was so brutal.
This is because they are determined to die. If there is still a way out, they may not even be able to achieve this result.
Everyone was tired, and some were even ready to die. But at this moment, his commander said that reinforcements were coming, which was like a shot in the arm, hitting every soldier.
"Are there really reinforcements?"
"Yes, otherwise why would the number of Mongolian cavalry in front of us become smaller and why would the enemy seem to be retreating?"
Many people looked around in confusion at first. When they saw that the commander did not lie to them, but that Meng Qi was really going to retreat, everyone suddenly became excited.
After seeing Wen Yang rushing forward with the soldiers around him, entangling the two Mongolian riders and preventing them from retreating, the other soldiers also became energetic and shouted to the nearby Mongolian riders one by one.
Rush away from where you are riding.
"What's going on?" Gurley, who was still behind, looked incredulous.
Obviously at the beginning, the battle went very smoothly, but the Song army on the opposite side was so vulnerable. But why did the situation suddenly reverse?
"Sir, the Song people have reinforcements and a lot of archers. I'm afraid this is a trap. Let's retreat first." A captain of the ten-man team came to Gurley and exclaimed.
"withdraw?"
"Yes, the enemy's situation is unknown now.
We should first report the situation here to the Chief of Thousands, and then come back to take revenge." The captain of the ten-man team nodded heavily and said.
"s: Thanks to Poetry and Wine for taking advantage of the youth, the reward for the Song Dynasty and the monthly ticket, I will add another chapter."