Thousands of people were shouting and fighting, some speaking Chinese, some shouting Jurchen, and some speaking Khitan. What was not drowned out by the shouts was the clang of guns and guns and the whizzing of arrows piercing the air.
There was a sharp sound; and as the background, there was the muffled sound of people hitting each other with all their strength, the dull sound of sharp blades cutting through bones, and even blood flying into the air, and when it fell again, it made a dense sound like raindrops falling to the ground.
All kinds of sounds gathered into a torrent, roaring in the wilderness, startling the flocks of birds in the bushes, causing them to fly high in fear.
In the sight of the birds, beyond the battlefield of human fighting, behind the continuous basil slightly to the west, there were groups of people advancing slowly, frightening the birds and small animals along the way.
Reining their horses in front of this formation and looking out at the battlefield were the three generals Yang Wan, Zhao Jin and Shi Moboldie'er.
"Jata Lahun is a waste..."
Shi Mobedier sneered repeatedly.
They clearly left two hours earlier, but arrived at the scheduled battlefield only a little more than two moments earlier than the three generals' headquarters. This shows that Jatta Lahun's headquarters is really loose. Marching in a hurry or at night is too difficult for them.
Difficult.
Yang Wan also said: "The Great Khan asked the generals and commanders that day. Jata Lahun claimed to be good at using cannons, but no one saw him actually take out any firearms. He just didn't dare to go into battle and wanted to hide behind.
After all, they are Jurchens. Are there any Jurchens who can fight these days?"
In Zhao Jin's view, everyone is no longer good, and there is no need to separate them into thirds, sixths, and ninths.
He was too lazy to follow the two of them and scold Jata Lahun. He only said in a deep voice: "The enemy army is probably not a bait."
Yang Wan burst into laughter: "Is it really Guo Ning's headquarters? He really went out in force, regardless of Laizhou's headquarters? How is that possible?"
Zhao Yan pointed forward: "How else can we explain it?"
From the distance between the three of them, they could not clearly see the actual fighting situation. However, the three of them could see that Jatta Lahun's troops only charged fiercely for a while at the beginning of the battle, and then were slowly and inexorably killed.
Overwhelm reversibly.
Jatarakhun must have thought of many ways. Under the eyes of the three generals, he launched a surprise attack by elite soldiers, gathered knights to carry out a flanking attack, and seemed to have used the center of the battlefield to attack the enemy when the two armies were in a stalemate.
On the small high ground, a trap was set.
But it's no use.
The enemy soldiers holding red military flags kept moving forward, like tigers. They should have suffered a lot of casualties, but none of them retreated. They swarmed forward on the blood and layers of corpses!
Shi Mobedier looked at it for a long time and felt that his palms were sweaty.
When he was in Pingqu Water Village in Bazhou, he heard that Guo Ning was brave and invincible. He led hundreds of people to charge into battle, and was able to kill thousands of generals and stop the advance of thousands of people. Therefore, he entered the Jin Kingdom's Right Prime Minister Tu Shanyi.
His Dharma Eye was used as a helping hand, and he was called the Evil Tiger.
At that time, Shi Mobedie'er just felt dissatisfied. Who hasn't fought in northern Xinjiang, and who doesn't have some courage? Who can say for sure what happens on the battlefield? God knows whether the rumor of Guo Ning rushing into the battle is true or false...
...If it is true, then he is probably a common man!
But now, the more he looked at the battlefield, the more frightened he felt.
Looking at the situation of this unit's attack, it is like the huge waves rolling in the deep sea, and like a heavy hammer, hammering non-stop. This hammering is not a subtle move, but every time it is used, nine cattle and two tigers are used.
His strength is irresistible... As we all know, the weapon Guo Ning is good at is the hammer!
Jatalahun is really no match!
In front of this hammer, his thousands of troops are like a piece of anvil being beaten, no, no, like a piece of scrap metal being beaten, sooner or later they will be flattened and broken into pieces!
Not to mention Jata Lahun, Shi Mobedie'er himself was leading his troops, I'm afraid...
Shi Mobedie'er's heart beat violently, and she shook her head again and again: "This matter is not trivial, it is difficult to say!"
The one who can use the army to this extent is probably Guo Ning. These soldiers and horses do not seem to be heavy troops in disguise, not decoys.
But are they really Guo Ning’s headquarters?
If Guo Ning's headquarters is here, he must immediately send a messenger to the rear so that the Mongolian army headquarters can respond. But... if it is wrong, everyone will fall into the trap... The Mongols will blame and kill people.
Full of people!
Can it really be confirmed?
"Let's unite our forces and press forward!" Yang Wan gritted his teeth: "We must try again!"
Shi Mobedieer chuckled twice.
Zhao Jin's expression remained unchanged and he refused to agree.
"Jata Lahun is dead as well. However, he died on the battlefield, but we did not rescue him. We were afraid that it would be difficult to explain to the Mongolian nobles if they asked." Yang Wan said again.
This makes sense.
Zhao Yan nodded: "I will send out a thousand men, and you two will also send out a thousand men each. We will join forces to cover and return with one strike. How about that?"
The three generals made up their minds, the trumpets sounded, the flags were waved, and the troops were dispatched.
"Send troops! Send troops! Kill, kill, kill!" Three thousand soldiers and horses shouted loudly and rushed forward.
On the battle formation, Zhang Chi had already stood in front of the car formation, and had advanced more than three hundred steps. However, his strength was exhausted and he was about to collapse. One of his legs had been stabbed, damaging his muscles and bones. Now he could only use one leg.
Stand.
When the enemy retreated, the crossbowmen kept firing back.
Zhang Chi heard the sharp roar of arrows piercing the air coming from his side, but his body had no time to react and could not avoid it. A Nicong rushed over desperately and used his body to protect him. The arrow cluster was very heavy and pierced Nicong's chest.
The armor pierced his shoulder.
Xin Cong immediately fell to the ground. Zhang Chi lowered his head and looked at him, but he had no strength to help him.
This kind of fierce fighting takes a huge toll on the human body. At this moment, Zhang Chi can hardly lift the arm holding the knife, and every finger is twitching slightly. His wounds are hurting everywhere, his muscles are hurting, and his chest and lungs are in pain.
It hurt, and sweat poured from all over his body like a waterfall, and his eyes turned black.
Most of the soldiers around him were like this.
Fortunately, the enemy general's troops have collapsed!
I don’t know where the enemy generals came from. Their equipment is better, their fighting skills are better, and their swordsmanship and marksmanship are much better than the prisoners and strong men on Zhang Chi’s side. It is estimated that those people are Daijin’s regular army.
Even if it is loose and lax, the foundation of the early years is still there.
But their fighting spirit could not survive Zhang Chi's troops.
Their casualties were actually less, but their fighting spirit was gone, leaving them with only the option of retreating!
I won!
Zhang Chi staggered and steadied his steps, wiped the blood that was constantly spilling from his nose, and looked around.
The spearmen and small phalanx soldiers who had just been led by him had lost one-third, that is, more than 300 people! Only fourteen of the entire fifty-man team left under Zhang Chi were alive.
People, and all of them were injured, used weapons to support their bodies, and they could barely stand!
And among those who died, at least 10% were killed by the military law team because they wavered in battle!
Many soldiers had never seen such a cruel situation, not even in nightmares. Their expressions were almost in a trance. Some of them grinned, wanted to laugh, and wanted to cry. In the end, they only made a roaring sound.
This is too tragic! How can there be such a war!
Can such a victory really be considered a victory? With such a fighting method, do the lives of the soldiers still count as human lives? When using troops like this, are we not afraid of riots by the soldiers?
Zhang Chi was murmuring and complaining when someone came running towards him, gesticulating: "General! General! The enemy's reinforcements are coming!"
Zhang Chi tried his best to raise his head and stared with wide eyes. His field of vision was still dark, but he finally saw clearly that the second group of Mongolian troops was approaching the battlefield... very close at hand!
At the turn of autumn and winter, although the grass on the plains has withered, thorns and trees are still growing everywhere. Although the terrain is open, it is not conducive to the movement of the army. Since the enemy is attacking head-on, it must be faced head-on!
This tough battle cannot be avoided!
"Damn it! Damn it!" Zhang Chi cursed in a hoarse voice.
The voice was not loud, but instead forced out a mouth full of bloody gas, which made him choke and cough repeatedly.
Dead.
He and his subordinates have no strength left and cannot withstand it no matter what. It is useless no matter how high their morale is. This battle will be lost.
It just so happened that this time the troops were sent out, the leading officer was Guo Zhongyuan, a lunatic.
This guy was usually very polite and kind to his subordinates, but when he went to the battlefield, he turned against him faster than turning the pages of a book.
In this case, he will either die in the hands of the enemy or in the hands of Xiao Molle's law enforcement team. In short, he will die.
Just as I was thinking this, I heard footsteps behind me.
Guo Zhongyuan's men moved forward, holding high the military flag, and passed Zhang Chi's men. Then Xiao Molle's men moved forward, and passed Guo Zhongyuan's men again.
Zhang Chi rubbed his eyes, and when he was about to look again, Guo Zhongyuan stood in front of him holding a golden knife.
"Can we still kill people?" Guo Zhongyuan asked.
Zhang Chi was furious. When I was chatting and laughing with Guo Shuai at the Xijunhe camp, you, Guo Zhongyuan, were still there! How dare you ask questions like this!
He shouted sternly: "Nonsense! Even if I am asleep, with my eyes closed and snoring, I can still kill someone!"
"Then take Jie Shuai's golden sword to supervise the formation!"
Guo Zhongyuan stuffed Zhang Chi's short sword back into the scabbard, and stuffed the golden sword into Zhang Chi's hand. He grabbed his palm and asked him to hold it tightly: "In this scene, Xiao Mo Le is in front, and I am second. Your department will supervise
Formation! Remember, those who hesitate will be beheaded! Those who look back will be beheaded! Those who retreat will be beheaded!"
Zhang Chi held the golden sword, but before he could answer, Guo Zhongyuan had already stepped forward.
Zhang Chi laughed twice and cursed a few more times.
He used all his strength and raised the golden sword above his head: "Did you hear that? Anyone who hesitates will be beheaded! Anyone who looks back will be beheaded! Anyone who retreats will be beheaded!"
