Pu Zezhi did not step off the fighting platform. When he looked around, he saw more and more Mongolian troops pouring into the city from the gap in the east city. The Song army could no longer kill them out.
The ruined city of Chengdu cannot be defended, and the matter is a foregone conclusion. For the current plan, we can only escape back to Chongqing and try to save the soldiers.
But it is not easy to withdraw at the drop of a hat. A disorderly retreat will definitely lead to a great rout.
Pu Zezhi kept rotating his troops, arranging the tired soldiers to form a formation in the west of the city, and asked the new soldiers to guard the city, pretending to continue to defend Chengdu.
He knew that Niulin had deployed heavy cavalry in ambush. However, if the Mongolian army wore heavy armor and waited for a day, the men and horses would be tired and needed to eat.
We have to wait until evening, when the Mongolian troops are tired, before we fight out of Chengdu. A bloody battle will inevitably occur. However, if we can withstand the Mongolian offensive, we can march into the Minjiang Gorge at night.
This is a helpless plan, and it may not be successful. But it is the only way for the aging Pu Zhezhi at the moment.
Not far away, another ball of fire was shot into the city by the Mongolian artillery truck, and a raging fire ignited near the battle platform. The Song army no longer had the strength to put it out...
"Shuai Pu, the time has come."
Pu Zezhi glanced back at the place where Pu Fu was buried, then quickly turned back and ordered: "Ming Jin."
The ordering soldiers began to strike the hammer, and the sharp sound of gold ringing spread far away. The Song army had already received the military order, abandoned the city head, and moved into the city to organize street fighting to prevent being bitten by the Mongolian army.
They did not set fire to the city, but preserved the ancient city... for the next time they come to recover it.
This is something that generals should pay attention to at all times. If Pu Zezhi orders arson, it will give the soldiers the feeling that "Pu Zezhi is disillusioned with Western Sichuan" and make morale even lower.
On the city wall, the Mongolian troops climbed up like a swarm of ants, and in the streets and alleys of the city, the Song troops swarmed towards the west gate like a tide.
The wounded could not walk away and fell to the ground wailing. The Mongolian army who had been snatched up took their lives, which made the Song army who was evacuating feel very heartbroken.
No matter how hard Pu Zhezhi paid attention, he could not boost their military morale on this matter, and could only let them burst into tears. And he himself shed tears silently in his heart because of his son's death.
He got off the battlefield, but climbed to the west city tower to continue commanding.
The Song troops at the head of the west city remained at the head of the city for the time being, firing arrows constantly to push back the Mongolian troops outside the city. After that, the city gate slowly opened, and rows of Song troops fought out with their spears.
There is no slogan.
What are we shouting? Return home? This was what we shouted when we recaptured Chengdu.
You can't shout "escape" to meet the enemy. Song's soldiers rushed forward in silence. They didn't have much time to assemble their formations and quickly charged at the rows of armored heavy cavalry ahead.
The Song Dynasty belongs to the fire genus, and the military uniforms are mostly red, which seems to blend with the blood on the ground, and also seems to be the setting sun of the setting sun.
They ran a hundred steps, a hundred and fifty steps, and finally rushed within a hundred steps in front of the Mongolian army's formation. What greeted them was the rain of arrows from the Mongolian army, and the sound of "swish, swish, swish" pierced the air.:.
Without the barrier of the city wall, the Song army suffered a sharp increase in casualties. The first round of arrow rain left more than 300 corpses. Soon, the second round of arrow rain from the Mongolian army came.
On the top of the city, Pu Zhezhi closed his eyes in pain.
"One commander is incompetent and the three armies are exhausted..."
This was his comment about himself. But the comment was not important. No matter how much he blamed himself, he could not save the lives of the soldiers. But he still continued to command.
Opening his eyes in pain, Pu Zezhi looked towards the battlefield again. However, when he turned his head, he was suddenly stunned.
To the east, far, far away, there seems to be a black line gradually enlarging at the end of the road.
Pu Zhezhi tried his best to open his eyes wide, and gradually saw that they were a group of defeated troops... black armor, the Mongolian army was routed?
Finally, he saw those black spots clearly. They were the defeated Mongolian troops, fleeing crazily towards the Chinese army camp in Niulin. Behind them, there was a group of soldiers and horses chasing on foot... red military uniforms...
Pu Zezhi immediately turned around and looked at Niulin's Chinese army tent, and his body couldn't help but tremble with confidence.
The Mongolian army was still smaller in number than the Song army, but they wanted to besiege the big city of Chengdu and deploy cavalry to intercept the Song army. Niulin almost distributed his troops to the extreme, and only a thousand people were left to guard the Chinese army's tent.
No, there are no more than a thousand people. Aren’t they the Chinese guards of Niulin who are escaping?
"Reinforcements are coming!"
A loud roar suddenly sounded from the top of Xicheng City.
"Boom!" There was another war drum sound. This was the drummer of the Song Army who excitedly smashed the drum when he heard that there were reinforcements.
"Yes! Beat the drum!" Pu Zhezhi shouted: "Tell the soldiers that reinforcements are coming! Stop the Mongolian army and don't let them return for reinforcements!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom..."
The drumbeat suddenly became intense.
This is strange, the sound is the same, but it is obvious that the drummer is more excited than before. The morale of the Song soldiers is also greatly boosted.
"Destroy the enemy! Defeat the enemy!"
They finally had a slogan, and as if they had regained their strength, they gripped their spears tightly and charged towards the heavy Mongolian cavalry ahead.
The Mongolian cavalry were still controlling their horses, preparing to make a circuitous circle to attack the chaotic formation of the Song army from the side. Suddenly they saw the morale of the Song army greatly boosted, and they were all stunned.
The battlefield was too big. Unlike the Song army standing on the top of the city, they still didn't understand what was happening and continued to fire arrows in preparation for a big battle.
Only the Mongolian generals quickly sent sentries to find out what happened...
"What happened?!" Nulin roared.
"The little general...died in battle!"
Nulin was stunned.
"We led the troops to the east to support us. Not long after we walked, the young general's broken troops rushed up... so fast that they couldn't stop us. They disrupted our formation. We only heard them shouting, 'The young general is dead in battle.'
', Song Jun caught up with him..."
Niulin seemed not to believe it, shook his head and said: "Impossible."
He knew his son well, and he was wise and brave and could not easily die in battle.
But on the other hand, Nulin knew very well that Yesuda'er was arrogant and too sharp to become a calm veteran.
From Nulin's point of view, Yesuda'er has no need to fight with Li Xia today, but wants to make meritorious deeds...
These thoughts flashed through his mind, and Niulin quickly urged his horse to head east.
Although he was the marshal of the capital, he was never afraid of charging personally. What's more, at this time, there were few people in the Chinese army's tent and it was impossible to stop the retreat. Only by killing the generals himself could the situation be stabilized.
The horses' hooves hit the ground, and Niulin was like an arrow flying straight towards the approaching Song army. Seeing this, more than 20 elite cavalry behind him quickly followed.
"Why are you panic?! Let the marshal kill the enemy!"
On the Song Army side, Yang Ben was at the forefront.
In the battle of Luodai Town, he broke out at a critical moment and established victory in one fell swoop. He also took advantage of the chaos and rushed into the Mongolian army to kill Ye Suda'er.
The moment the blood splashed away, Yang Ben was so excited that he trembled all over.
This was the great achievement he had longed for, and it suddenly came into his hands.
Poor Su Da'er, before he had time to display his bravery, he was killed by Yang Ben with a single knife due to the severe pain in the wound on his face.
Yang Ben personally held up Yesuda'er's head and drove the broken troops all the way to the Mongolian army's tent.
Suddenly, a sharp arrow shot towards him.
"puff!"
The arrow penetrated Yang Ben's armor, got stuck in his ribs, and shot straight towards him and fell under his horse.
"Yang Ben!" Qiu Shou rushed over with his infantry to protect Yang Ben.
"Human head!" Judas shouted when Yang Ben was seriously injured: "Human head..."
Halfway through his words, Yang Ben stared and saw a scene he would never forget.
I saw Qiu Shou, still out of breath, running towards Yesuda'er's head. A Mongolian general had already arrived on horseback and rushed in front of him in an instant.
"puff!"
Meng chopped down his bent bow and chopped down Qiu Shou.
"Qiu Shou!"
Blood was splashed on the horse's head, and Niulin looked sullen, reined in the horse and drove away.
He is known as "extraordinary in bravery", and he can kill an enemy with one sword as easily as he can retrieve something from a bag.
The horse turned around, and Niulin leaned down, picked up Ye Suda'er's head from the ground, put it in his arms, then rode his horse to collect the defeated troops.
"Marshal Du is mighty!" the Mongolian army shouted loudly.
Niulin's charge seemed dangerous, but he calculated that the Song army was running wildly for fifty miles and was exhausted.
Sure enough, when the Song army saw this scene, they did not dare to pursue anymore, and began to line up and advance step by step.
The defeated Mongolian troops finally had a chance to regroup.
The situation seems to be stabilized by Niulin...
Gradually, the setting sun began to sink over the mountains in the west, leaving only a thin glow of sunset between the sky and the earth.
Suddenly, fire broke out from the main tent of the Mongolian army.
Niulin was still gathering his broken troops to face the Song army. He turned his head and looked around, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
"A small group of Song troops have sneaked into the defeated army and entered the camp. Don't pay attention to them..."
The next moment, more than ten riders came out of the camp.
"Abgan is dead!" Someone held up a head and shouted in Mongolian, "Abgan, the Mongolian king, is dead!"
The Mongolian army was shocked.
Niulin opened her mouth, feeling her heart was broken.
This feeling was like being stabbed from behind, between the heart and lungs, while you were concentrating on fighting.
"Prince Zong..."
The Song army did not give them time to react. The horn sounded, and the Song army, who had arranged their formation, charged forward again with their spears drawn.
In the Mongolian army camp, the fire was still burning.
Finally, the big banner slowly fell down and crashed down... To provide you with the fastest update of the Final Song Dynasty, Chapter 350 Reinforcements is free to read.:.