The Mongolian army is all equipped with bows. The main weapon is generally a long cavalry spear, and the secondary weapons are mostly equipped with scimitars, hammers, and maces.
At this time, the terrain was too small for the horses to run. The Mongolian soldiers did not use long spears and mostly used scimitars to fight the enemy.
The scimitar does not look very powerful, but compared with ordinary swords, it can concentrate its force no matter where it cuts people, and its penetrating power is extremely strong.
"ah!"
Screams rang out.
When the Meng soldier struck down with his scimitar, the Song soldier's leather armor cracked and blood spurted out.
This happened not far in front of Duke.
Duke turned around and saw that there were dozens of people crowded behind the line of sky.
Now there are only about twenty people in formation, but the opponent is more ferocious than expected, and someone has already come to kill them.
Just now, he thought that he would win the battle until all the soldiers came over. But at this time, he thought that this kind of hand-to-hand combat was not his style of fighting.
It's not that I'm afraid, it's that there should be a better way to play.
He is the "Red Army Detective", a pioneer, and his specialty is outflanking.
The Tanma Red Army can take advantage of more open terrain instead of fighting such stupid battles...
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"Old Liu!"
Xu Kui cried loudly when a comrade was hacked to death by a Mongolian soldier in front of him.
He pounced forward and slashed at the Mongolian soldier.
He was already going crazy, completely forgetting that there were all Mongolian troops in front of him.
Fortunately, many people have rushed forward...
Li Xia dragged his injured leg, Bao San covered his abdomen, and Jiang Fan's neck was still bleeding.
Beside them, rows of river patrolmen surged up and charged towards Duke's formation.
At this time, the twenty or so Mongolian soldiers who first rushed into the valley had been divided and surrounded, and more than twenty people were also arrayed around Duke.
The casualties of the river patrolmen were obviously much greater. Although no one had time to calculate the exact number, it was probably twice as high.
But Li Xia and others are still there, and the backbone is still there.
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Li Xia had always heard people say that ancient wars would collapse if the death rate reached a certain level.
At this point, he thinks it depends on the number of people, the terrain, and the length of the battle...
War is so complex that it cannot be generalized by just a few data.
For example, in terms of mentality, if five or six river patrolmen can kill a Mongolian soldier side by side, they will all feel that they are stronger than they imagined.
Every subtle emotion can influence victory or defeat.
Li Xia was in it, watching the flesh and blood flying, but he thought the war was more like a beast.
Beasts are sensitive and cannot be manipulated.
They bite, show their fangs, and stare at each other. Every move they make must suppress each other and determine which one is stronger and which one is weaker.
Because it's a matter of life and death.
Li Xia didn't dare to be careless. He had fallen, injured, and was exhausted, but he still tried to stay upright and be the backbone of everyone under his command.
Blood flowed through his broken foot and kept dripping on the ground.
He dragged his feet and led his men towards Du Ke.
Step by step, he gradually reached more than thirty steps in front of Duke.
At this distance, bows and arrows have lost their effectiveness, leaving only hand-to-hand combat.
"come!"
Li Xia raised his head and looked into Duke's eyes.
…
fierce.
Duke had only this thought in his mind.
At this moment, facing the young man covered in blood, he suddenly remembered the wolves he had seen, those eyes and fangs.
And the fighting was still going on on the battlefield.
Duke knew that he needed to make a decision now, whether to move forward or... no, he could only kill forward.
"ah!"
Suddenly, a scream interrupted Duke's train of thought.
Someone fell down more than ten steps away from Duke.
He is not a Mongolian soldier, but a Dali soldier.
He was stabbed, but he was still alive and howling on the ground.
The howl spread quickly like a contagion.
Duke suddenly realized something and turned his head sharply, looking at the narrow path behind him.
"Ah! Ah!"
A Dali soldier walking in the team had turned his head, collided with the Meng soldier behind him, and was squeezed into the thin line of sky.
"There's an ambush ahead!"
What a mess…
"Kill him! Kill him!" Duke yelled crazily.
"Kill him! Kill him..."
Finally, the Meng soldier on the path pressed down the Dali soldier and wiped his neck.
Behind Du Ke, blood spurted out from Dali soldiers; in front of him, dozens of Song soldiers were already killing more than twenty Mongolian soldiers.
"Damn it!"
Duke looked back again, only to see that the soldiers behind him had not come over yet, and there were some Dali soldiers who were afraid to move forward, blocking the way...
At this moment, he suddenly thought of Ah Shu.
He once followed Ashu to attack Wuman. The Chicheng of Wuman was surrounded by water on three sides, making it easy to defend but difficult to defend.
Wulianghetai could not be attacked for a long time, so Ah Shu took advantage of the fifth watch of the night, led Du Ke and others to climb up, killed countless Wuman with random swords, and destroyed Chicheng.
It can be seen that A Shu's use of troops is both brave and cunning.
Du Ke couldn't help but thought: "If General A Shu encounters this situation, how should he fight?"
You played well today.
The cavalry under his command moved up and down the plains like the wind, and in the southwest they also practiced mountain climbing skills, so they would not be defeated no matter what.
However, he was blocked on the Five Feet Road by a few Dali soldiers.
This battle was lost to the Dali soldiers...
If we retreat now, we will lose twenty or thirty people.
But what if the other side catches up?
No, if we return to the trail, the Song army's numerical advantage cannot be extended. We can defend it on the trail, with one man guarding the pass and ten thousand men invincible.
No, it collapses too easily.
But this kind of hand-to-hand combat is not what soldiers are good at, and the difference in numbers is too big...
As his mind wandered, Du Ke tightened his grip on the scimitar.
When he came back to his senses, he found that there were only about ten people left around him.
Several soldiers had already turned around and ran behind.
Duke was furious, but he also made a decision at this moment.
"Go back! Go back!"
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"Won!"
Xiong Shan secretly shouted in his heart.
He did not jump down from the mountain stream with Li Xia, but he still carried the knife and killed two Mongolian soldiers.
In Xiong Shan's view, this battle was fought according to Li Xia's tactics in the end.
Although the Mongolian army discovered the ambush in advance, Li Xia risked his life and jumped down the mountain stream to make up the time difference.
At this time, the Mongolian army retreated, and the river patrolmen beheaded more than thirty people and captured the horses and weapons, which was a great achievement.
But I heard Li Xia yell.
"Hold the tiger! Lead the men to catch up!"
Xiong Shan was stunned and turned around to see that Li Xia was covered in blood and had fallen to the ground.
But Huhu has already led the people to rush forward...
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More than a dozen Mongolian soldiers retreated in an orderly manner.
They did not feel that they were defeated. They killed more Song soldiers, but there were too many enemies. For the time being, they had to retreat to the trail and wait for General A Shu to bring his men.
However, Houhu and his men caught up first.
The other river patrollers were new recruits, not tough soldiers, but Huhu was.
He was angry because he fired the arrow too early. At this time, he finally seized the opportunity to perform a meritorious service and behaved extremely fiercely.
The innate savagery of the Yi men, the courage inspired by Li Xia, and the anger caused by the death of his comrades... merged into the power of a sword.
With one slash, blood flowed freely.
More than ten Mongolian soldiers were frightened, turned around and ran away.
The real victory or defeat occurs at this moment.
The road was only so wide, and the Mongolian soldiers crowded there could neither escape nor fight back.
Cold knives pierced their bodies, howls spread and echoed in the valley, and the Mongolian army finally collapsed.
Luhu climbed up the steps alone and chased after him.
He quickly caught up with a Mongolian soldier who was pushing him and killed him directly.
"ah!"
"Death!"
Luhu roared, stepped on the corpse on the ground and continued to chase forward.
He was covered in blood and looked like a ghost.
"Puff puff……"
"Don't crowd! Don't crowd... ah!"
Louhu couldn't understand the calls in Mongolian, so he kept yelling in Yi.
"Come on! Come on!"
"Don't squeeze! Turn around and kill those behind! Don't squeeze...I order you to cut off the rear." Duke was also shouting.
Duke is not without courage, but he has been squeezed into the thin air.
There were several more screams behind him.
Duke turned his head...
Cut it off with one knife!
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Xu Kui's eyes widened.
He was injured and fell to the ground, but he stared at Huhu closely, his eyes full of disbelief.
One person can chase and kill dozens of people?!
Xu Kui suddenly felt that he would rather die in battle than to have such courage for once...
This scene was something he would never forget for the rest of his life.
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"Victory! Victory!"
Cheers erupted in the valley.
"County Captain! We win!"
"County Captain!"
"..."
Bao San fell to the ground, closed his eyes, listened to the cheers, listened to his comrades calling for Li Xia, but there were only two words in his mind.