The snowflakes were picked up by the strong wind, fell to the ground, and were soon trampled into blood.
A Song soldier was running with long strides, thrust out his spear, and pierced the back of a Mongolian soldier.
The Mongolian soldier originally had armor, but he had taken it off when he was stabbed. Maybe it was to run faster, maybe he was afraid that he would be drowned if he fell into the Yellow River... He was quite thoughtful in his panic.
The Song soldier pulled the spear back and continued to chase forward. He rushed to the river bank and stabbed another Mongolian soldier lying on the ice.
After too many people stepped on the ice, it became very slippery. After the Meng soldier slipped, he tried to get up with his butt raised high. Song Bing's spear poked him on the ice.
"Uh...please spare my life..."
The Mongolian soldier was nailed to the ice and could not turn over. He tried his best to turn his head and begged: "I... I am not a Mongolian... I am from Taiyuan... Wenshui County... Wenshui..."
He really wanted to live, his eyes were full of pleading, and his mouth was full of love as he chanted the name of his hometown.
Song Bing felt a force coming from the spear shaft.
That was the last life force of the enemy who was impaled by the spear.
So the Song soldier pulled out his spear and stabbed it hard twice, stabbing the Mongolian soldier to death completely.
There is nothing to pity the other person.
Because I have been in the army for a long time, I am used to it and have become numb, so I am so cruel...
"Hozen! Stab the wimps who fell to the ground with a hammer, and chase those who dare to resist!" the team passing by scolded them.
"Team Zheng, do you want to catch up?"
"Take a look and then talk! Wait for the order!"
Du Zheng ran away again waving a bloody knife, cursing before leaving.
"Kill them and make them afraid, do you understand?!"
After being scolded, Song Bing scratched his head in embarrassment, pulled out his spear, poked the ice, and looked to the north. The scene in front of him stunned him.
The turbid waves looked very powerful, like a madman, holding up big ice blocks and smashing them randomly, causing rows of ice to collapse.
Just like a wheat field.
"Mother, why is there such a river..."
He is from Mian County, Hanzhong. It is unbelievable.
Speaking of the Han River, it is said that "the Silver River is far away" and "the Han River is still rippling". In comparison, the Yellow River is really too violent.
"The river god is angry!"
Ordinary soldiers could not understand the Yellow River, so they raised their spears, clasped their hands together, and bowed to the Yellow River before continuing their sweep.
A man holding a spear and chasing Mongols on the west bank was just the smallest scene in the entire battlefield. Thousands of such scenes constituted a rout in which tens of thousands of people fled frantically for their lives.
Finally, the explosions stopped and the cannons at the top of the city became silent.
The ice floes are piled up in one place, still being beaten by the waves.
Everything happened very quickly. From the time of the first explosion to now, the Mongolian army was still running on the ice.
The ice on the Yellow River calmed down a lot after it cracked for more than twenty miles.
But a terrible crack appeared on the glacier, and it was still expanding little by little.
"Kada."
The sound of ice cubes bursting is very crisp and scary.
"Follow me!"
"Follow me!"
The Song soldier followed his comrades onto the ice. They lined up in a row and drove away the Mongolian army, causing panic.
I saw many Mongolian troops blocking a large crack ahead.
The Song soldiers did not hesitate and stabbed him with their spears.
"ah!"
"The Song army is coming to kill!"
A Mongolian soldier heard the shouting behind him and didn't even turn his head. He didn't even see how many Song soldiers were coming to kill him. He just pushed his comrade in front with all his strength.
"Quick! Quick!"
Finally, he saw the crack ahead.
It is more than seven feet wide, and you can jump across it with a single jump. In the chaos, you can see some people who failed to jump over and fell into the cold water of the Yellow River, howling and screaming.
He couldn't care about this, so he pushed hard, and another Mongolian soldier in front of him jumped to the opposite side and fled away without looking back.
He then prepared to take off...
"ah!"
Before he could gather his strength, several hands came from behind and pushed the Mongolian soldier down the crack.
The water of the Yellow River was freezing cold, so he swam twice desperately and climbed onto the ice on the opposite side.
Severe pain immediately shot through his hand, and the Meng soldier who jumped up from behind stepped on his hand. Before he could get up, another man hit him.
"Gulu gulu..."
The surging river water had wrapped him under the ice. With his eyes wide open, all he could see was the faint soles of his feet through the ice.
If you tap the bottom of the ice hard, the sound will be muffled.
"winter."
Meng soldiers who wanted to escape one by one jumped across the ice and escaped over his head, but he could only struggle and suffocate under the ice.
~~
Zhang Hongzheng jumped and fell onto the ice.
He crawled a few steps on his hands and knees before he relaxed and smelled a foul odor.
After taking a closer look, there was a corpse in front of him, and his hand was pressing on the filth that the deceased had incontinently flowed out...
"vomit."
Zhang Hongzheng couldn't help vomiting and finally couldn't help crying.
Tens of thousands of people were crying and howling on the entire battlefield, but he was the only one who could cry in a relatively safe environment.
He is twenty years old this year. He has studied literature and martial arts since he was a child. He grew up in a military lieutenant school and often fought against the Song army by the Huaihe River. He is not without experience.
But this was the first time he felt the cruelty of the battlefield.
Only in such a great rout can generals like them, who were born in aristocratic families, experience a small part of the cruelty...
Zhang Hongzheng still wanted to wipe his tears, but when he moved his hands, a stench spread to his nose, and he vomited again, unable to stop the tears at all.
Fortunately, they were the only soldiers and horses on the ice who still maintained their array, and they were almost reaching the east coast.
suddenly.
There was another ice explosion...
"General, leave quickly!"
The ice surface was arched open, and a crack formed in an instant.
Amid the screams, no one knew how many soldiers fell into the Yellow River in an instant.
Zhang Hongzheng was so frightened that he didn't even bother to cry and ran forward as fast as he could.
In front of him, Zhang Hongfan led his soldiers to chop down the screaming soldiers who were blocking the front, allowing Zhang Hongzheng to step over the corpses to escape.
Ice explosions, wind and snow, filth, screams... there were even intestines of the deceased hanging on Zhang Hongzheng's feet.
Finally, he ran through this hell on earth and reached the solid ground on the east bank. Looking back, he saw that at least 30% of the Zhang family soldiers were isolated and pushed around on the cracked ice surface in the distance.
Fell into the Yellow River.
The men he brought out from Baozhou and the men who gambled with him were struggling in the cold water of the Yellow River, raising their hands high.
"Why?!"
Zhang Hongzheng burst into tears.
Snot and tears flowed down his face, washing away the blood stained on his face.
He grabbed Zhang Hongfan and expressed his fear wantonly.
"Brother Ninth, what are you doing! I told you to run away... I told you to run away! Is this how you don't panic? Isn't that embarrassing enough?! What did you say when Brother Six handed over the soldiers and horses to you! Five
Brother is right, Li Xia is scary..."
Zhang Hongzheng, who was beaten until he burst into tears during this battle, didn't notice his brother's face and kept chattering.
"Fifth brother said that you can still be safe even if you don't do anything..."
"Snapped!"
This is the second slap today.
If Zhang Hongfan slapped him first out of impatience, then this time it was out of anger.
He picked up Zhang Hongzheng and said coldly: "Don't let me hear you mention Zhang Hongdao again, he will kill our whole family. Whether you understand it or not, just remember - I am right
, I am the only one protecting the family property.”
After saying this, Zhang Hongfan, who was protecting his family, heard some shouting and turned his head to look at the Yellow River behind him.
In the distance, the soldiers he left behind finally panicked because they lost their leader, and huddled together by the Yellow River, no different from soldiers and horses on other roads.
When the Song army caught up, they showed no mercy because they were soldiers of the Zhang family, and drove his troops down the Yellow River like ducks.
Ducks can swim, but those who have fallen into the water cannot climb back up.
He died without dignity.
Cruelty is always reserved for the defeated and defeated on the battlefield.
Zhang Hongfan stood in Hedong and looked at it, his eyes were red.
His will became stronger and stronger.
"I'm right, I'm the only one..."
~~
The Yellow River water lapped at the stacked ice floes, trying to push the entire ice surface forward, but it gradually became unable to do so.
As the sun set in the west, the Song army also slowly retreated to the west bank.
Li Xia stood on a piece of solid ice, staring at the retreating direction of the Mongolian army in the snow and wind.
There were cheers all around.
Although Li Xia was the winner, there was worry in his eyes.
In the battlefield of the cold weapon era, the Yellow River was almost the most lethal weapon. Li Xia never thought of using it to attack Luoyang and Kaifeng downstream, but he deliberately planned to attract the Mongolian army to Hancheng. He hoped to be able to do so once
Destroy enemy troops.
If it were later, when the ice surface was thinner, it would be a better time.
Of course, it is almost impossible to achieve the optimal effect.
With the strength of the Mongolian army, the Sichuan and Shaanxi provinces were able to defend themselves to the present level, which was beyond Li Xia's expectations.
For the time being, Li Zengbo, Lian Xixian, and Zhang Jue can still hold on. But the battle reports from Tongguan and Wuguan have shown that they can no longer hold on, and they cannot wait any longer.
Li Xia wanted to withdraw troops from the Yellow River battlefield on the eastern front as soon as possible.
With less than 10,000 people facing off against 70,000 to 80,000 people, if he wants to win, he has to send his troops to support elsewhere... Only the Yellow River can help him.
Now it's time to check the results.
The war is still coming to an end, and Li Xia can only roughly estimate the situation.
Including Minzhuang and Qikou, four to five thousand people were captured, and it was difficult to distinguish them for a while.
Among the soldiers responsible for the pursuit, only those at the front could kill the Meng soldiers. The number of beheadings reported so far is actually not very high, less than two thousand.
Many people were pushed to the ground, trampled on, and fell into the water to death. Conservatively, there were at least 10,000 people.
After counting this, Li Xia believed that the Mongolian army had lost at least 20,000 men.
But the actual losses on the battlefield were far more than these. Those who escaped, hid, and were injured were definitely not a small number. Even if they could be recalled again, it would take a lot of time.
Then, adding to the more than 20,000 people who stayed behind today and did not go out to fight, the number of people on the east bank of the Yellow River is currently more than 40,000, and they are already a shocked and defeated army.
After thinking about this, if he were more cautious and went too far, Li Xia would assume that the Mongolian army still had 50,000 troops... The key is, how long will it take for such a Mongolian army to reorganize an attack?
Before the Yellow River melts, it will be impossible to launch a large-scale attack.
What about a small group attack? How many troops of the Mongolian army dare to cross the river for a sneak attack within this month?
Two thousand? Five thousand? Ten thousand?
Looking to the east, we can see increasingly larger snowflakes falling on the river, which for the time being has not been able to cover the mess left by a war.
As for the answer Li Xia wants, you can't see it with your eyes.
Before turning around, he closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. Then he opened his eyes. The previous thoughts and fatigue were gone, but he still showed a confident look in front of the soldiers...
It was the twenty-second day of the first lunar month. From a distance, a fast horse was galloping towards me.
"Report! Urgent report from Wuguan eight hundred miles away..."