Guo Ning's troops expanded rapidly after hearing about the Mongolian army's attack. However, it was not easy to expand the army. If it was too fast, it would inevitably lead to indigestion, which would reduce the combat effectiveness of the army.
The method used by Guo Ning was to gather prisoners and strong men together, promote the old soldiers one or two levels, and transfer them to serve as generals and fifty or ten-man commanders. By equipping sufficient officers, he forcibly
The combined army supervises training and operations. Zhang Chi's army is the army expanded in this way.
Xiao Molele is the general directly under Guo Ning. His subordinates have not been expanded and are all composed of old soldiers. Although the number is only three hundred, they are all elites who have been refined into steel. They are the best at attacking difficulties and dare to fight tough battles.
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Before a fight, ordinary soldiers would have cold hands and feet, shortness of breath, and be overwhelmed with nervousness. But these veterans would not.
They dispersed into many small teams, walked through the many small square formations at Guo Zhongyuan's headquarters, and rushed to the front to form the formation.
When passing by the scattered queue of Zhang Chi's troops, most of them were silent. Some of them praised a few words in a low voice, or took out the linen cloth prepared in advance from their arms and threw it to the seriously injured soldiers.
When passing through Guo Zhongyuan's headquarters, their steps were calm and brisk, and some even whistled.
Not all the soldiers of Guo Zhongyuan's headquarters were on the battlefield in the previous battles, and the number of casualties was not high. However, the mental state of the new soldiers was not very good. As the veterans were walking, they heard the experienced officers shouting loudly.
Rebuked the soldiers in the small square formation.
"Aren't you full? Your hands are weak, aren't you? Stand up your spear, you idiot!"
"What are you doing? I said raise the gun, not the shield? This is a ten-pound regiment sign. Now lift it so high. Damn it, will you still have the strength for a while? Wait until the enemy arrows fall before lifting it again!"
"Don't look left and right, look forward! Don't be afraid, and don't move! Unless you are tired of living and want to die, just go back and the military law team will come up. You will die the fastest!"
"What are you afraid of? You idiot, are you living a comfortable life?"
The officers were all newly promoted and were originally colleagues of the veterans, so the veterans also shouted a few words.
These people are not polite at all. They speak obscene words, mixed with traces of dialects from various places. They mock the new recruits for their nervousness and lack of knowledge in various ways. They regard a small fight between three to five thousand people as a big war.
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Others laughed wildly and discredited their former colleagues: "Don't panic, kid! When you went to the battlefield for the first time, you were so scared that you pooped in your crotch... You are better than him! Hahahaha!"
After being scolded by them so noisily, the morale of the ordinary soldiers actually increased.
And the old soldiers moved on.
In the past few years, the power of the Mongols has increased greatly, and it has become normal for many tribes around the grasslands and even the generals in the Kingdom of Jin to surrender.
But this is not the case for Xiao Mo Le's veterans. Most of these veterans from northern Xinjiang have a blood feud with the Mongols. They regard their old companions who surrendered to the Mongols as traitors, and are full of contempt and hatred.
How can any warrior on the battlefield survive by himself? Everyone is on the battlefield, facing beast-like enemies, watching swords and guns piercing their bodies, watching arrows falling from the sky, and blood and flesh flying around them.
, the only ones they can rely on are their companions, and only Pao Ze who is willing to die with them.
Precisely because Pao Ze is the most trustworthy, Pao Ze's betrayal is the most unforgivable.
What's more, this betrayal is not only against the living soldiers, but also against the countless dead who died on the battlefield!
Just like the two or three thousand people in front of me...
If you become a Mongolian dog, can you treat your old companions as dog food? They are getting closer and closer, look at how ridiculous their ferocious faces are!
Xiao Moule didn't pay attention to his own queue at all, he just roared forward loudly. He was really experienced in many battles, and so were his companions. There was no need to think too much about the preparations for the battle, and they would naturally cooperate closely.
At this time, all he could think about was to crush the enemy army and let all these traitors die!
Xiao Molele jumped out of the queue first, and three hundred people formed a formation and moved forward.
At the same time, the remnants of Jatarakhun's troops ran away and bumped into the reinforcements. Then they probably gained courage and actually got together with the reinforcements and turned back to charge.
The distance between the two sides quickly shortened to less than a hundred steps. Each other could hear the running footsteps of the soldiers on the opposite side, and saw the light reflected from the forest-like weapons on the opposite side.
Viewed from the direction of the enemy, Xiao Mo Le's troops, although small in strength, are no less powerful. Although there are only three hundred of them, they are all soldiers. They all wear iron leaf helmets and are surrounded by long robes.
Eaves, wearing thick armor, the armor leaves vibrated when running, making a dull clanging sound.
This equipment was naturally looted from Zhongdu City by Guo Ning. Guo Ning's direct subordinates were all armed to the teeth with Daikin's best equipment. If the armor skirts, greaves, iron masks, etc. were not too bulky,
Each of them can dress up as an iron pagoda!
The enemy, who was originally aggressive, suddenly stopped. Those inexperienced soldiers were still eager to run neatly. Relying on the power of the Mongols, they were confident. But some veterans knew how powerful they were. In their eyes, they instantly
The frivolity of looking at the prey faded away, and their expressions suddenly became stern.
Further back, Yang Wan exclaimed in a low voice: "This is the elite! This is the elite of the Jin Army!"
Zhao Yan couldn't help but say: "The enemy's army has strict discipline, fights bravely, and is well-equipped...On the border of Shandong, it seems that only Guo Ning's main force of Dinghai Navy can do this!"
He turned around and asked Yang Wan: "Do you want to fight this battle?"
And Shi Mobedie'er casually summoned a follower: "Call Jata Lahun back first! His soldiers will die if they go up!"
This is true, but it is nonsense. The two armies are still approaching each other, how can they retreat?
Xiao Mo Le's breathing began to become heavy. After all, he carried a weight of twenty or thirty kilograms. Running so far in one breath took a lot of energy. And his attention became more and more focused, and he no longer had time to pay attention to the cheering shouts from behind.
The enemy's arrows fell. He tried his best to block with the round shield held tightly in his left hand, blocking three heavy arrows in succession. The impact of the arrows made his arms shake violently every time, and the leather used to hold them shook.
The tape was so tight that my palms hurt.
A companion next to him groaned and fell to the ground. The soldiers at the back immediately came up to fill the gap in the first row.
Forty steps, thirty steps, twenty steps! Almost at this moment, Xiao Moule and his companions flew at full speed. While flying, many of them also threw their off-hand weapons hanging from their waists.
At this distance, it was almost impossible to dodge the thrown daggers, hand axes or short spears. A dozen enemy soldiers directly opposite Xiao Moule fell down in the blink of an eye, and the originally dense queue suddenly became sparse. And the soldiers wearing iron armor
Like a torrent of steel, it poured into the enemy's queue.
Xiao Molele's movements were slightly slower than those of his companions.
He is a cavalry commander, he has excellent skills on horseback, is good at shooting with his ape-arm, and can shoot left and right, but his level of fighting on foot is inferior. But he is half a step behind now, but he did it intentionally.
He had been waiting for this opportunity when the enemy's queue thinned out, because once the queue thinned out, the enemy generals hiding in the rear cover would be exposed.
He had already spotted the strong Jurchen.
The first batch of enemies we killed were those who obeyed the command of the Jurchen. I heard that this guy was originally the guard general of Jizhou, Shandong. What's his name? Jia, his name is hard to pronounce.
This man's troops were killed by Zhang Chi, but he did not escape. When reinforcements arrived, he actually dared to turn back and fight again... Do you think you will not die? Or do you look down on me, Xiao Mo Le?
Things like pigs and dogs... The first person I want to kill is you!
After the companions came into close contact with the enemy, their pace slowed down a bit. Xiao Moule took this opportunity to move half of his body forward. He touched his right hand to his waist, and a strange-shaped weapon appeared in his hand.
This weapon is called Bru, it is more than two feet long, looks like a sickle, and looks like a thigh bone with a curved end. The material is hard wood, with a thick iron knob on the front end.
Mongolians hunt in the grasslands every day and often throw buru to knock down their prey. Many Mongolian Alkinchis use buru equipped with a chain hammer as a meteor hammer.
In his early years, Xiao MoLe was fighting in northern Xinjiang and seized a Bulu from a Mongolian warrior. In order to show off his bravery, Xiao MoLe specially asked someone to find a colorful ribbon and tie it on the handle of the Bleu.
Decoration. Now that several years have passed, the color of the ribbon has been worn away, and the iron knot on the top of the blue has been soaked with blood layer by layer and has turned jet black.
Xiao Mo Le has worked hard to practice the skills of throwing and using blue to fight.
This customary weapon used by Mongolians for hunting on horseback, whether thrown or used as a melee weapon for fighting, requires the integration of strength, speed, dexterity and accuracy, and it also requires the cooperation of horseback skills. At this time, the Xiaomolers were on the ground,
The power is inevitably slightly inferior, but it is enough!
Xiao Mo Le roared, his strength started from his feet, traveled to his waist, reached his chest, and waved his arms. Bru circled and whistled, drawing an arc, like a black wind passing several feet.
There was just a bang, and the curved end of Blue's head hit Jata's eyebrows diagonally.
When he was hit, Jatalahun was distracted.
He regretted that he should not have acted as a vanguard so stupidly, and he also hoped that he could use the strength of Yang Wan and other three generals to defeat the enemy in front of him as soon as possible. Then he had to think of a way to say it in front of the Mongolian nobles. He must not be weak.
The prestige of one’s own family…
At this time Blue penetrated.
The iron lump as big as a child's fist shattered the brim of the iron helmet, and even the half-foot-long wooden handle did not enter Jata Lahun's head.
Jata Lahun didn't feel any pain. He only felt that one side of his head suddenly became heavy. No matter how hard his neck was, he could not regain his balance.
He stumbled a few steps sideways, and then he found a thick wooden handle swinging at the corner of his forehead, causing the forehead bone and skull to rub against each other, making a strange clicking sound. He raised his hand and pulled it out twice, but it couldn't be pulled out.
, and all the limbs and bones no longer obey the orders.
When Jata Lahun fell to the ground, Xiao Moule ran into the crowd like a tiger. He stepped on Jata Lahun's neck, then pulled out the blue and swung it, knocking over a man who was rushing up.
Protective Jurchen.
The Khitan people who worked for Han'er shouted wildly and led their men to smash through the Jurchens' defense line who worked for the Mongols. They pushed the Jurchens to run away with all their strength. Hundreds of soldiers took advantage of this momentum. , rush towards the team further behind.
In the direction of their assault, Zhao Yan asked the other two generals impatiently: "Do you want to fight this battle? Tell me!"
