In any major war, it is often only after the victory or defeat is decided that the real large number of casualties begin to occur.
For example, the Song army fled, trampled on each other, killed each other to fight for the way, and a large number of people abandoned their weapons and surrendered.
Otherwise, as long as more than 15,000 people do not surrender and are not defeated, even if 100,000 Mongolian troops attack them one by one, they will not be able to kill them all in a day and a night.
Brother Meng appeared to encourage the three armies in order to quickly defeat the Song army.
There are victories and defeats first, and then there are heavy casualties.
So morale is very important.
Maybe it was just a little bit worse, maybe it was a lot worse. At that time, no one knew how long the heartstrings of the soldiers of Song Dynasty could be stretched. But Brother Meng couldn't hold on anymore.
As soon as he died, everyone knew that the Song army would never retreat, let alone surrender.
Then, the Mongolian army, which was ten times the size of the Song army, could only be defeated...
It has nothing to do with combat power or numbers.
If Shi Tianze's 20,000 Han troops are willing to stay and fight for three days and three nights, they will definitely kill the Song army; if the more than 100,000 Mongolian troops can still work together, they will definitely kill the Song army...
But war is not such a simple calculation.
It's the human heart.
The Great Khan is dead, even if all the Song troops are killed, what will happen?
Every soldier knows that it is impossible for more than 100,000 people to work together.
It's very simple, whoever escapes in front will survive.
Those who lag behind, die.
A large number of casualties began to appear due to the rout...
"Withdraw! Withdraw!"
Shi Tianze shouted: "Go north! Follow Shuai Qi!"
He reined up his horse and set off, with a clear purpose: to go north, cross the Qujiang River, follow Micang Road to Hanzhong, and then return to Heshuo.
As for the clan king, Brother Mo?
Shi Tianze no longer had Brother Mo in his eyes. He only thought that Monan King Kublai Khan had regained the power of commander...
"Restore the law!"
On the battlefield, Meng Boyang rolled over again, swung his sword and beheaded a Mongolian man who was riding a horse and ordered him to continue attacking the Song army. He grabbed the reins and got on the horse.
"Follow the handsome flag!"
Meng Boyang yelled so hard that veins popped out on his forehead.
He had never been so desperate in the fierce battle with the Song army just now.
If you are too late, you will die...
Zhang Jue had already come up to kill him, and picked up a big ax to chop down enemies when they encountered them.
"Cover them and kill them! Kill them!"
The Song army's spears stabbed randomly, knocking off the horses of those Mongolian soldiers who had not yet reacted...
The setting sun has completely sunk in the mountains to the west, and the night is dark.
The panicked Mongolian army could not see the commander's flag, and many people rushed towards the stone mountain.
Zhang Jue had changed his style of play and shouted: "Drive out the defeated troops! Drive out the routed troops!"
He no longer held the ax to chop randomly, it was too slow to kill with axe after axe.
The Song army was ordered by him to line up in horizontal lines, only to attack those stubborn people who tried to resist, and drove the Mongolian army to the cowardly Xue army who was still charging on Shizi Mountain...
"ah!"
The screams started getting louder.
In fact, many Mongolian soldiers did not even see the Song army anywhere. They saw their comrades in front of them rushing towards them crying and howling, and they quickly turned around and ran away.
On the hillside, Gu Ci led Qie Xue's army and still wanted to save the situation, but the defeated troops rushed in front of them.
"Anyone who dares to rush into the formation will be killed!"
"Fire the arrow!"
The timid Xue army was still firing arrows, but the defeated army had already rushed in.
The scimitar slashed at random. In order to fight for the road and survive, the defeated troops no longer cared about who was in front...
At the same time, there was a loud sound of gold ringing on the mountain, and Brother Mo had ordered the army to quickly cross the Jialing River and withdraw to the south bank.
Gu Ci himself was also in a state of disarray and could not stop the retreating troops, so he wanted to retreat. However, Xue's army was already in chaos and merged into the torrent of retreating troops.
Running around everywhere.
These guards are all descendants of Mongolian nobles, and they are no longer comparable to the cowardly Xue army during Genghis Khan's time.
The death of the Great Khan, the defeat, the Ming Jin... Gu Ci's mind was in chaos.
"Commander, let's go!"
"Let's go!"
There are soldiers guarding Gu Ci as he leaves.
Gu Ci turned around, thinking of guarding the Khan's body.
He raised his scimitar resolutely.
"Commander! Let's go!" the soldiers were already crying and begging.
"Warriors of the Great Mongolia!" Gu Ci roared, "You have forgotten..."
The next moment, he was knocked to the ground.
Just when he wanted to get up, a pair of feet stepped on him.
The soldiers who were still trying to hold him let go, turned around and ran away.
The ancient spurred scimitar swung and chopped down four or five defeated soldiers. However, before he could stand up, he felt a pain in his arm and the scimitar fell from his hand.
More and more people stepped on his body.
He has lost his voice...
Li Xia tried hard to suppress the excitement in his heart and tried to see clearly the scattered Mongolian troops.
What he wanted to kill more was Wang Zhongchen's troops, which was related to the subsequent recovery of Hanzhong.
But night has fallen, and the situation on the battlefield is ever-changing, making it impossible to realize the strategic plan perfectly.
Wang Zhongchen was a man who could even give up his position as commander-in-chief to his younger brother. He was extremely rational and immediately led his troops to withdraw westward.
After all, the Mongolian army has a fast horse, and it is difficult for Shi Tianze and Wang Zhongchen to flee whenever they see an opportunity.
Therefore, Zhang Jue immediately drove his troops up Shizi Mountain and routed most of the Mongolian army.
This is contrary to what Li Xia wants, but it is indeed the best choice at this time.
First, Meng Ge’s body, the Mongolian princes, and important ministers were all in the Shizishan camp, and most of the soldiers and horses were Mongolian Qianhu troops, the cowardly Xue army, the proton army, and the true Mongols, who had the greatest contribution to the killing;
Secondly, these Mongolian troops were on the mountain and had no time to mount their horses.
Thirdly, to the south is the Jialing River. The Mongolian army wants to cross the pontoon bridge and cover up to the riverside. The best effect...
Seeing the opportunity, Li Xia immediately gave up chasing Wang Zhongchen's troops and ordered the Song army to surround Shizi Mountain from both sides.
"The wounded retreat! The rest maintain their physical strength to pursue!"
"Drive the defeated troops away, and those who dare to turn back to resist will be killed immediately!"
"Anyone who dares to organize a rout will be killed immediately."
"The Song army is coming to kill us!"
"Let's go!"
It's very windy along the river.
Tens of thousands of Mongolian troops have gathered on both sides of the river, stretching for nearly twenty miles.
The Mongolian troops who were still lining up to cross the river looked back and saw a cloud of black water behind them, indicating that the panicked troops had already rushed over.
The scene was chaotic.
Earth-shattering cries.
"Restore the law!"
"Plop..."
On the other side of the Jialing River, Zong Wang Mo Ge has been carried up a hill.
Today, all the generals thought that his command was wrong.
But it turns out that he was right all along.
He hugged the pillar on the lookout, so Meng Ge was seriously injured and Ba Shali died. Only he was the least injured.
Later, he believed that Meng Ge was seriously injured and should no longer stay in Shizishan and should retreat as soon as possible. However, Meng Ge accused him of cowardice.
The results of it?
If he had followed Brother Mo's idea, Brother Meng would have retreated across the Jialing River by now.
Even if Shi Tianze couldn't resist the Song army and just retreated to the Shizishan camp, losing some Han troops, what would it mean?
It was just a defeat, and it would definitely not lead to the current tragic situation.
Even Brother Mo didn't agree with the previous siege of Diaoyu City.
Go eastward along the river, capture Lin'an, and destroy both Zhao and Song Dynasties. Why is it necessary to capture a small mountain city?
At this time, watching the Mongolian troops on the other side of the river being routed and dispersed, Brother Mo coughed and issued several orders.
"Send the order, soldiers who have lost their horses are not allowed to cross the river."
Brother Mo did not blindly want to save more soldiers.
He knew that in this land of Sichuan and Sichuan, people who lost their horses could not go back and would only drag down the army.
"Send a messenger to Chongqing...to tell them that the Mongols can withdraw their troops, and during the peace talks, the Song people are not allowed to attack the army."
Brother Mo believed that Song Ting would agree to this request because of the pressure from Jinghu and the national strength of Mongolia.
After saying these two words, he felt a severe pain in his heart.
But there is one last order.
"Send the order, we must send... the Khan across the river."
This is something very important right now.
After saying this, Brother Mo felt that the night was so cold that even a person from the north could not bear it.
He waved his hand and planned to leave.
He planned to lead his army from west to north, control Yang Dayuan's troops in the old city of Hezhou, and use him as a guide to return to Hanzhong first.
Suddenly, some soldiers came forward.
"Prince Zong, the generals who just crossed the river said"
After hearing this sentence, Brother Mo coughed twice more.
"Don't talk nonsense." He responded.
But his mind couldn't help but move away from the battlefield.
At that time, it was Mo Ge, Batu and others who supported Meng Ge as Khan.
Now, it's time for the sweat position to be vacant again.
Although Mo Ge is not qualified to inherit the throne of Khan, as Tuo Lei's son, he must also let the throne of Khan be passed down in Tuo Lei's line.
Yulong Taiya is too young and has no chance.
Hulagu, the Western Expedition has gone too far.
Kublai Khan, Ali or not, who should this news be passed on to?
"My brothers, you are so lucky and have a good fortune."
Thinking in his heart, Brother Mo did not look back at the other side of the river.
No matter how heartless he is, he doesn't dare to look any further...