"Of course, do you think those bird boys on the top of the city still have some strength? Wait for me to kill that bastard Song general, and I'll give you a big reward."
The two brothers who spoke were He Wu and He Liu. They were originally bullies in the village. Because of their lively personalities, they were able to get along well among the Mongolian and Han armies.
They also boasted that they knew the art of war and terrain, and hoped to make great contributions to the Great Mongolia and become princes. Seeing that the time had come to capture the city, He Wu climbed up the ladder with his knife in his mouth.
He had extraordinary physical strength. With a free hand, he stood up and jumped to the top of Baiyangguan City. He saw more than ten Mongolian troops fighting with the Song army on the top of the city.
The Song army lined up in a row, still trying to push the Mongolian army down with their formation.
"Stupid turtle!"
He Wu cursed in his heart.
After being beaten like this, these Song soldiers still don't surrender, and they let their physical strength be exhausted to the last point, and then they are killed. Isn't that stupid?
Either surrender and live, or lie down and die and feel more comfortable. As soon as the thought passed by, He Wu had taken off the knife he was biting, slightly bent his knees, and was ready to use his strength to kill General Song.
A big flag with the word "Liu" in it was held by a fifteen or sixteen-year-old Song Jun kid, holding it for dear life. There were many such kids in Hewu Village, their eyes were dull, and they looked like they were missing a muscle.
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Looking in front of the banner, there is the Song general. He is tall and burly, with no beard growing on his face. He looks like a wild boar. He is huffing and puffing, and he is actually so tired that he can't breathe.
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Two Mongolian soldiers were attacking. One's sword struck the Song general's spear, and the other's sword slid down and cut the Song general's palm. "Good opportunity!"
He Wu pounced.
At this moment, he saw General Song looking over here with a somewhat stunned expression. This was because he, He Laowu, was frightened.
"elder brother!"
He Wu was pulled by someone, and a group of Mongolian soldiers rushed behind him. They squeezed He Wu away and rushed towards the Song general. They all had special features! The credit was going to be taken away! "He Liu, you are the one who was kicked by a donkey.
dog"
"Look! Song reinforcements are coming!"
At the moment before turning his head, He Wu never believed that the Song army had reinforcements.
He understands.
It is true that Wuguandao is close to the Hanshui River Valley and Xiangyang. But whether the Song army came from the west or the south, they had to pass through many Mongol cities.
Junzhou, Dengzhou, Tangzhou, Nanyangfu, Neixiang, Shangnan, Danyang... Can the Song army defeat these states and counties? No! If they don't defeat them,
If they don't defeat them, will the Song army dare to take a detour? Just Lu Wenhuan?
Before He Wu, he followed Shi Ganhu, Dong Wanhu and Tacha'erzong King when they fought against Fancheng and faced Gao Dao. Gao Dao took advantage of the autumn rain to avoid the city and did not fight.
Even a small household like him knows that Lu Wenhuan is not as good as Gao Da... Shi Qianhu said this while drinking. He Wu had already turned his head.
To the south of Guancheng is a river valley, and the Wuguan River flows southward into the Danjiang River. The Mongolian army was stationed in this valley to form a long snake formation.
Between the two mountains, a group of Song troops was quickly moving up the Wuguan River and heading straight for the Mongolian army. Because of this terrain, the Song army's reinforcements did not seem to be large, only a small one. But behind the valley was
There was a steady stream of Song troops coming out, and there was no telling how many more were behind them.
"Has Nanyang Mansion been lost? Is the Song Army so strong?" "It's not the Lu Family Army, why is it called Li?!" "What? Li?!"
There were people shouting around.
He Wu couldn't care about this, he just felt like his heart was cut by a knife. After he became the centurion of the Mongolian and Han army, he looted a lot of money, bought a house and land in Nanyang, and also had many concubines.
Therefore, at this moment, he only had one thought in his mind. "What happened to my money and women?!"
"Kill the prisoners!"
The morale of the Song army was greatly boosted, and they stabbed the Mongolian army who was attacking the city with their spears.
An inch is long and an inch is strong. The Mongolian soldiers did not bring long weapons when they climbed to the top of the city. They were trying to deceive the Song army into exhaustion and completely suppressed the morale of the Song army. But now the morale of both sides was waxing and waning, and the Song army was naturally overpowered.
.More importantly, the Mongolian soldiers under the city no longer climbed up.
For these Mongolian soldiers, since the enemy reinforcements have arrived, it is difficult to say whether the battle will be fought or not. Why rush to climb up the city to die?
One person stopped, ten people stopped, a hundred people stopped... The Mongolian soldiers who climbed to the city first naturally became a lone army.
Amid the screams, when He Wu turned around again, he saw that the comrades who had just rushed to grab the credit were stabbed to death. The bearded General Song laughed and stared at him with murderous intent.
."Walk!"
He Wuyi pushed He Liu, and he was about to get off the ladder.
There were still five Mongolian soldiers hanging on the ladder. They had not noticed the arrival of reinforcements from the Song army and were concentrating on climbing with their swords between their teeth. He Wu said nothing, raised his sword and slashed. "Pfft!"
Climbing at the top was a Jurchen from another hundred-man team. He was hit by a He Wuyi knife on his shoulder. He was shocked, furious, and yelled, "Galulingga!"
Following the most vicious Jurchen words, He Wu struck him again with a knife, cutting him off the ladder and knocking down the people who were still climbing down the ladder.
"Gah, your mother!"
He Wu didn't stop and immediately climbed down the ladder.
He was not unhappy, but Song troops were already lifting up the ladder.
The ladder was pushed hard, and He Wu immediately leaned back. He quickly climbed down a few steps between the lightning and flint, and then jumped down on his own initiative.
His body hit several corpses, and pieces of broken wood penetrated from He Wu's abdomen. He was in severe pain.
He Wu lowered his head and saw that the broken part of the wood was covered with his blood, and he didn't know how many wooden thorns were stuck in his body.
There was a "bang" sound, and a figure fell down in front of him. "Old Six!"
As far as the eye can see, He Liu has been smashed to the ground like a sack, and his body is twisted as if his bones have been ripped out.
"Lao Liu!"
He Liu stared at those dull eyes, lifeless.
He Wu was in mourning and struggled to pull his body out of the broken wood, clutching his abdomen and ran towards the north.
Because the Song army from the south has already come over...
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When Shi Tongfu first saw the reinforcements from the Song Army, he thought it was Li Xia who was coming, and he was really shocked.
But he quickly calmed down, and after carefully identifying it for a while, he confirmed that the Song Army flag that came meandering away was not Li Xia's royal flag.
In addition, Shi Tongfu was also very sure that the Song Army did not capture any prefectures and counties in Nanyang Prefecture, otherwise there would be no news at all. The Song Army came in a detour. As long as the first round of offensive was blocked, the Song Army, which was alone in the depths, had no supplies.
It will be defeated soon.
So Shi Tongfu ordered his soldiers to go south and block the valley. He was still calm and still wanted to save the battle.
But a collapse in morale is like a landslide, and it cannot be stopped by human power.
This is a river valley, and the field of vision is not wide. When the Mongolian army discovered the Song army, it was too late and there was no time to form a team. Not only was the field of vision not wide, but the front line could not be opened.
Here, the fresh troops dispatched by Shi Tongfu are preparing to attack, but over there, the Song army has already attacked the Mongolian army that is attacking the city.
At the foot of Baiyang Pass, some Mongolian soldiers were still looking up at Guancheng, and some were still in a state of confusion.
"South! South! Meet the enemy!"
The military horn was sounding, and Shi Tongfu's order had just come, and the Song army had already raised their crossbows. "Swish, swish, swish."
There was no time to fire arrows to counterattack. The Mongolian army in the far south had been hit by arrows and fell down, and the wounded were wailing.
"Kill!"
After two rounds of crossbows, rows of spears arrived.
At the same time, the city gate of Baiyangguan was opened wide, and the defenders of Guancheng attacked the Mongolian army's flanks.
"No retreat!"
Before He Wu could run back to the Mongolian army, clutching his belly, he heard orders coming from the front.
He was also afraid that if he continued to escape, he would be punished by military law. He hesitated whether to turn back and fight back, but he only hesitated for a moment before a killing cry came from behind him.
With just a glance, one can naturally feel that one side is fighting against the odds and moving forward, while the other side is in chaos. He Wu jumped up and continued running forward.
In fact, these are not his rational thoughts, but the fear that is amplifying little by little driving him to survive.
"Kill!"
The Song army behind was roaring, and the Mongolian army in front was roaring.
He Wu was so frightened by this roar that he lost his remaining sanity, cried loudly, and ran as fast as he could. He was not the only such person.
They ran as hard as they could, and then broke up the Mongolian army's line.
If victory or defeat on the battlefield is often determined by morale, He Wu's process from the beginning of the war to disrupting one's own front is a microcosm of the rising and falling morale of both warring parties today.