He felt that Ni Ge had assigned him everything. He had to work hard all day to attack the city, and he had to defend the camp at night and go up the mountain to capture the enemy.
When the fire broke out and the cannon stones fell from the top of the mountain, his already bad mood became even worse.
"Let's go!"
The fire started very quickly, and the Song army piled many dead branches in the small village and poured kerosene on it.
As soon as the rocket landed, the tea village and houses burst into flames.
The Mongolian soldiers who were inside the house were caught in the fire, and the Mongolian soldiers outside the house had just been hit by artillery stones, and they were all screaming in agony.
Tumen Baoyin quickly led a few people and rushed outside the village.
"Whoosh!"
A favorable arrow came and drove them back.
"There is an ambush! Come to me and rush out together!" Tumen Baoyin shouted, "Gardi, take your people with you!"
"I'm hurt." Galdi shouted: "I was hit...hiss...it hurts so much!"
The firelight illuminated the small village like daylight. Tumen Baoyin turned his head and glanced at the crowd. He was shocked to see that Galdi's right arm was gone, and it was covered in blood.
"God of Immortality... Hurry, you guys help Galdi up."
They gathered nearly a hundred people in the shortest time and shot a batch of arrows into the woods outside the fire, temporarily suppressing the Song army's arrows.
"Walk!"
They rushed outside.
Tumen Baoyin was careful and walked in the middle of the team.
Someone in front caught fire, rolling on the ground and rolling into the creek, emitting a cloud of smoke.
Some people were hit by arrows and fell into the fire, howling incessantly.
Tumen Baoyin was filled with hatred and decided to kill all the Song soldiers after rushing out of here.
But when he stepped on the corpses of the soldiers, he finally escaped from the sea of fire. Looking around, he saw that the Song army could no longer be seen in the woods.
There were screams all around, and cannon stones continued to fall from the top of the mountain, making it noisy and tragic.
"Gardi, where are you?!"
Tumen Baoyin looked at the burning people rolling on the ground, and it took him a while to find Galdi. Half of his body was injured, and he was screaming in extreme pain every time he rolled.
"Quickly put out the fire for him!"
The soldiers put out the fire on Gardi's body.
Seeing this tragic situation, Tumen Baoyin rushed towards him with eyes full of redness.
"Go, go quickly..."
"No...can't leave...use the stream to put out the fire." Galdi stretched out his only remaining hand and murmured: "Save them."
"We can't put out the fire." Tumen Baoyin cried: "Cannons are being fired on the top of the mountain. More people are being killed. We can't leave. You get up and we leave!"
"Mountains... there are so many mountains... I'm so annoyed..." Galdi's eyes were already empty and he said, "It's been more than four years... They're all mountains... I'm even tired of seeing big breasts... "
"What are you talking about? Let's go quickly! Changshengtian, save him, Changshengtian."
"I'm going to die...I haven't been poisoned by the miasma...I've made money for two years...I miss the grassland so much..."
"Let's go, I'll take you back to the grassland."
Galdi, who was lying there, said nothing.
"Gardi!" Tumen Baoyin cried.
He held Galdi's somewhat burnt body, with snot and tears streaming down his face.
"Speak! I tell you... I entered your Eji's tent when I was fifteen years old. Are you angry? Come back to life! Exiute, I have an easier time with you Eji, Exiute..."
The Song army's arrows came again.
There was no time for Tumen Baoyin to cry. He put down the body and ran down the mountain with dozens of people.
The Song army did not pursue him, but when he ran through the forest, several cold arrows shot down from the trees behind him and nailed him in the crook of his leg.
Tumen Baoyin groaned and felt a numbness in his legs.
He knew that the arrow was poisoned and the leg was gone.
But he could only grit his teeth and keep running.
"Don't panic, put the arrow on the string. If the Song army dares to show up, we will kill them all!"
The current situation is like encountering a pack of wolves. You cannot appear weak, otherwise the Song army will surround you...
Tumen Baoyin has never felt that war is cruel.
He has been slaughtering cattle and sheep since he was a child, and fighting is nothing more than killing people like cattle and sheep.
Slaughtering the city, boiling corpses in oil, or throwing putrid corpses into the city to spread the plague...these are just ways to attack the city and seize territory.
Only tonight, he suddenly felt that fighting was too cruel, and he and Galdi were being slaughtered like cattle and sheep.
He recalled the first time he killed a cow when he was a child. Abu said, "The cow will shed tears and kneel down, but it is just a beast, so there is no need to be soft-hearted..."
Thinking of this, Tumen Baoyin felt her legs getting number and number, and her heart became more and more frightened.
Finally, he rushed to the gentle slope at the bottom of the mountain.
"Hurry up and get on your horse!"
The next moment, Tumen Baoyin was stunned.
"Where's the horse?"
In the forest, Xiong Shan approached Lou Hu and Bao San and asked, "Do you want to chase them out and kill them all?"
"There are more than seventy left. If we fight back desperately, we are afraid that we will suffer too many casualties." Bao San said: "And the county captain has told me not to be greedy for merit and love for war."
"This is a good opportunity to behead someone."
"The main thing tonight is to take their horses." Bao San shook his head, with a cold look in his eyes, and said: "The Meng Tatars have no horses and are trapped here alone. Sooner or later they will be killed."
As he said that, he looked back and saw the eyes of the new recruits in the night with excitement.
They are no longer afraid of the Mongols.
"Hey..."
Li Xia was galloping on his horse when he suddenly heard a long whistle.
He looked back and saw that a Mongolian soldier had already seized his mount and was standing on the horse blowing a whistle.
Most of the horses running around ignored the whistle, but a few turned around and ran towards the Mongolian soldiers.
Soon, the other party, with only a few riders, quickly chased after Li Xia.
"Whoosh!"
An arrow shot out, hitting a scout on horseback.
Li Xia didn't stop and continued to rush forward.
…
The commander of the Mongolian army named "Hulgen" was a short and thick man. He quickly mounted his war horse and summoned horses for the seven Mongolian soldiers under his command.
He was hesitant whether to continue to call the horse back or to chase the Song soldiers, until Hari Chagai shouted.
"Kill them!"
Hu Legen immediately chased Song Bing.
He only had eight cavalry, but he was still very confident in chasing down more than twenty Song soldiers.
They kept firing arrows, but they didn't hit many in the night. From time to time, one or two Song soldiers were knocked off their horses.
The two groups of men and horses ran eastward for several miles, getting closer and closer.
Seeing that there were not many arrows left, Hu Legen shouted: "Draw your sword and chop them down!"
He clamped his horse, slowed it down, and watched as his seven cavalrymen rushed forward.
Although they were small in number, they were fighting on horseback and he had confidence in them.
Hu Legen squinted his eyes and recognized that the Song soldiers were riding short Mongolian horses. He whistled again to ask them to push the Song soldiers off.
"偁偁......"
Li Xia reined in the reins and felt the war horse underneath him constantly scratching the ground, looking very agitated.
"Array up. Block the horse's ears!"
"yes!"
More than twenty scouts on horseback quickly plugged the horse's ears and turned around.
They picked up their spears, faced the Mongolian army, and rushed back again.
The images of the city siege in the daytime appeared in their minds, the tragic deaths of the people, the smelly corpse oil... turned into murderous intent.
"Kill!"
…
Hu Legen looked at the scene in front of him with some disbelief. He felt that these Song soldiers were too crazy and dared to fight the Mongols on horseback.
He whistled harder.
A long whistle pierced the sky, fire flashed in the field, and something was thrown by the Song army.
There is smoke in the light fire.
"Again?!"
Sure enough, there was another loud "thunder bang" sound.
"Beep..."
There were fireworks exploding, with sparks appearing and disappearing. It was very beautiful, and it also reflected the figures who were fighting.
The Song army was lined up very neatly and looked very stiff.
They held their spears and just bumped back straight away, looking a little stupid and dull.
But the seven Mongolian soldiers who were better at riding and fighting were still pulling the frightened mounts.
"Bang!" Fireworks exploded.
Hu Legen's eyes widened and he saw blood surging out of the beautiful light, as bright red as red flames.
"咴lvlv!"
The horse he was riding suddenly jumped up and knocked him to the ground.
Firecrackers splashed sand and stones on his face. It didn't hurt, but it was scary.
The next moment, the Song Army's horseshoes were in front of us.
"ah!"
Hu Legen screamed in pain and was stepped hard by the horse's hoof, causing severe pain.
The scimitar in his hand fell to the ground, howling incessantly.
"Are you good at herding horses?" A stern voice asked in Mongolian in the chaos.
"yes……"
"May I have your name?"
"Hullegen."
"What's your centurion's name?"
"Hari Chagai..."
Hari Chagai has recovered dozens of war horses.
But there were still nearly 300 war horses running away in the night, so he had to send people on dozens of war horses to look for them.
Everyone in the camp was awakened, but there was no confusion. After all, the Song army did not really attack the camp.
In fact, as long as we can get the horse back, it's not a big deal.
Horses are not hard to find either, they all know how to herd them.
There is no need for everyone to go looking for it on foot. Dozens of people can go looking for it on horseback.
Suddenly, nearly twenty riders came running back from a distance.
In the darkness, Hu Legen's voice shouted: "Centurion, I killed all those Song people and recovered more than ten horses!"
"Go and find more horses!" Hari Chagai shouted, "Go to the mountain and look for them. You can call them back without being taken away..."
"good!"
Hu Legen responded.
But the twenty riders were still galloping toward the camp.
"What are you doing here?!" Hari Chagai yelled.
"My... baggage is over there!"
"Again?" Hari Chagai stared into the dark night, reacted suddenly, and shouted: "Attack the camp! The Song army attacked the camp again!"
…
"The baggage is over there!" Hullgen shouted again.
Li Xia stared at the Mongolian army's camp and did not rush in hastily.
He very calmly scanned with his eyes, observing where there was a bonfire and where there was not, looking for the weakest defense in the Mongolian camp.
Hu Legen said it was not important. The baggage was in the north, and the surrounding soldiers were the least.
"Go around to the north! Set fire to it!"
"Hush!"
The scouts pulled the reins, quickly lit the torches and threw them into the tents, regardless of what materials were inside...