"County Lieutenant, the Mongolian army has sent troops to attack the mountain from the west again. What should we do?"
Xiong Shan led his men to kill the Meng soldiers who had gone up the mountain to conduct reconnaissance. When they returned to the top of the mountain, they were a little disappointed with the situation in front of them.
The plan to ambush the Mongolian army on the trail failed. Although throwing rocks from a height like this can kill some of the Mongolian army, it cannot win a decisive victory.
At this time, three hundred Mongolian troops and two hundred servant troops attacked the mountain, but there were only one hundred river patrolmen on the top of the mountain.
Li Xia was still staring at the foot of the mountain, murmuring calculations.
"Two hundred Mongolian soldiers, one hundred Dali troops...nearly a hundred trackers...two hundred prisoners on the shore...how many prisoners are on the ship?"
"County Lieutenant?"
"There's no rush." Li Xia said, "Continue to guard the mountain."
Not far away, Mao Yi'er loaded another basket of stones and gave an order.
"Set off the fire!"
Rocks fell down the mountain.
"Quick, keep loading the rocks!"
Mao Yi'er was still shouting when suddenly, someone grabbed him by the collar.
Yang Ben raised his hand and pointed to the west, shouting: "Sir, have you seen that the Mongolian army is coming around from the other side of the mountain?"
"I'm pretending to be a rock, why do you ask me?"
"If we don't stop them, we will be surrounded, or the Mongolian army will go around to the county seat."
Mao Yi'er broke away from Yang Ben's hand and said: "Just obey the order and pretend to be a rock."
"I'm going to take someone to stop..."
In the middle of Yang Ben's words, Xiong Shan rushed up and kicked him.
"Fill me with rocks!" Xiong Shan roared.
"That's not how battles are fought!" Yang Ben's face turned red and he shouted: "It's too much..."
"Shut up!" Li Xia suddenly shouted: "Adjust the cannon tip and hit the two hundred Mongolian troops holding down the mountain!"
He raised his hand and pointed, clearly pointing to the formation of the Mongolian Army Deputy Qianhu Nige.
"County Lieutenant, but the Mongolian army is still attacking the mountain..."
"Leave them alone! Smash their formation!"
Yang Ben was the quickest to react. He glanced at Fujiang to the east and suddenly shouted: "Quick! Load the rocks, adjust the cannon tip, and smash it!"
~~
Nige raised his head and saw a big rock hitting him again.
"Damn."
He cursed and ordered his troops to disperse.
I can't figure out how this Song general commanded. The top of the mountain is about to be captured. If you don't run away or stop it, what's the use of throwing rocks at it?
Suddenly someone shouted: "Boat! They have a boat."
"boom!"
Falling rocks smashed into the ranks of the Mongolian troops.
Nige didn't look to see if anyone had been hit. What he saw was a Song Army ship crashing down the river.
"Is there a navy in Qingfu County?"
In front of the Song army's ships, there were many driftwoods, which were washed by the fast river water and crashed into his three ships.
"Fire the arrow!"
"Bang..."
~~
On the top of the mountain, Li Xia glanced at the mountainside and saw the Mongolian army and the Dali servant army still climbing up, with a total of 500 people in all directions.
This was attracted by his commanding heights.
But the decisive point in this little battle is not here.
And in the Navy.
He had been thinking about the difference between him and Zhang Shi, who also went out of the city to attack the Mongolian army... The most important point was that Zhang Shi went against the current to attack them, while he went against the current.
There is a world of difference between going along and going against the trend.
~~
"Bang!"
Driftwood crashed into three ships captured by the Mongolian army.
A large ship from Qingfu County came along the river.
Bao San stood at the bow of the ship and commanded.
The big ship threw its anchor rope and hooked it on the rocks and trees on the east bank. It stopped abruptly in the middle of the river and exchanged fire with the Mongolian army.
"Fire the arrow!"
Arrows rained down on the Mongolian army's array.
At the same time, the Mongolian army was also firing arrows at the ships.
Amid the screams, the trackers were the first to disperse.
"Run! Run..."
The three captured ships had no time to anchor, but were hit by floating logs and lost their trackers, so they immediately began to drift downstream.
"Quick! Lower the anchor and shoot the Mongolian army!" Bao San shouted, "Captured brothers! Rebellion! Rebellion!"
"Rebellion!"
Eight more small boats went down the river, chasing the Mongolian army ships that had been washed down the Fu River.
On one of the small boats, Jiang Fan was staring straight ahead.
Behind him, the river patrolmen were still shouting.
"Captured brothers! Rebellion!"
…
On a large ship captured by the Mongolian army, a prisoner named "Yutian" was still operating the oar. He was trying to stabilize the ship under the pressure of the Mongolian soldiers, and suddenly turned his head and took a look.
In the cabin, sacks of grain were still stained with blood, and a captured woman huddled aside in ragged clothes.
Yu Tian glanced again and saw that there were twenty Meng soldiers on the ship and more than a hundred sailors operating the oars.
Further away, Nige's two hundred Mongolian troops riding horses and controlling strings were getting further and further away.
Suddenly, with a "click" sound, a hook rope was thrown up from Qingfu Navy's boat and hooked the boat.
A Mongolian soldier put down his bow and arrow, drew his scimitar and stepped forward to chop.
Yu Tian suddenly stood up, grabbed the wooden oar and smashed it down.
"Brothers! Rebellion!"
"Kill!"
When the killing cry rang out, Jiang Fan perked up and ordered his river patrolmen to pull hard.
"One, two!" Xu Kui shouted angrily, and with a few of his men, he suddenly pulled the boat towards the ship captured by the Mongolian army.
"Kill!" Jiang Fan took the lead, waving the hook in his body, and was the first to climb onto the ship...
~~
Nige frowned, already having a premonition of something bad.
At this point in the battle, he had not lost many Tanma Red Army troops, but he was at a strategic disadvantage.
Three hundred Mongolian troops were sent up the mountain, leaving only two hundred people in the array to guard the four hundred Song soldiers' prisoners.
Once these Song soldiers rebelled and defeated the Dali servants, they would disrupt his front line.
The next moment, another large ship was seen coming down the upper reaches of Fujiang River and docked at the foot of Balu Mountain. Two hundred Song soldiers jumped off the ship and surrounded it.
~~
"Kill!"
Liu Jinsuo and Louhu rushed to the battlefield by boat, quickly landed on the path between Fujiang and Palu Mountain, and went out with their swords in hand.
Their target was not the Mongolian army, but the two hundred prisoners at the foot of the mountain.
Soon, the two hundred prisoners were defeated, leading to the defeat of Dali's servant army...
~~
"boom!"
Another large rock fell from the top of Bazu Mountain and hit Nige's array.
Nig was instantly put into an unfavorable situation.
Under the attack of falling rocks, the horses became more and more frightened; the ships on the river kept attacking with arrows; the captive tigers on the two large ships had been instigated to rebel; the Song soldiers had already surrounded them; the Dali servant army had been defeated...
Nige decisively ordered a retreat to the west.
It was not that he was defeated, but he wanted to use his usual tactics to lure the Song soldiers to the open area to the west, and then use the advantage of the cavalry to outflank them.
The two centurions of Galdi and Tumen Baoyin, who were climbing along the west side of Balu Mountain, had already heard the sound of the horn.
They looked back and understood Nig's order.
"Outflanking the pursuing Song army."
Galdi and Tumen Baoyin gave orders one after another.
"Quick! Turn around and go down the mountain and outflank them!"
~~
At the top of Balu Mountain, Li Xia looked at the battlefield and quickly ordered: "Inform Liu Jinsuo at the bottom of the mountain to disperse the Dali servant army. There is no need to be greedy for credit. Let's destroy a hundred-man team first."
"yes!"
The battle flag is waving...
The Song army did not pursue the Mongolian army and let the Dali servants run all over the mountains and fields. Instead, they turned their heads towards the Xirina Hundreds on the mountainside and outflanked them.
In this battle, Li Xia not only wanted to defend the county seat, but he was not greedy enough to directly swallow up a single Mongolian army.
He was learning to command little by little, and he was learning to use the mountains and water to divide and outflank him. He was satisfied if he could swallow up a small hundred-man army.
More importantly, he can make his soldiers grow up quickly in this small victory.