Shi Mobedie'er sneered repeatedly: "Zhao Yan, you are confused! Jata Lahun was slaughtered in front of our eyes. How can we not fight this battle?"
He placed the reins across the saddle bridge and began to tighten the shoulder armor, breastplate and arm guards: "Hurry up and send someone to inform the Mongolian nobles! We have to stay and fight! There has to be a big fight!"
Having said this, Shi Mobedier waved his hands repeatedly, signaling several knights on good horses to set off immediately and turned back to report.
Yang Wan was about to stop him, but he didn't do anything.
The knights galloped away.
Zhao Jin was stunned for a moment, then sighed.
He led the army to march this morning and was very tired after running for a long time. Now he did have a fever again, his face was red, and his brain was a little slow. Fortunately, this was not a difficult thing to figure out.
Last night, the three generals tricked Jata Lahun, and they all said they wanted to see how Jata Lahun died.
Over the years, the Dajin Dynasty has been weakened and the army has become loose. Hu Shahu, who was timid in the face of the enemy, has become the right deputy marshal. The grassroots officers below have gone their own way and only care about maintaining their strength. Anyone can die, but he cannot die.
; It is really difficult and unavoidable, so I also ask my comrades to go ahead.
If not, these people would have died heroically when the Mongolian army broke into Hebei. Why would they have followed the new master?
Jata Lahun and his ilk, all thinking about stepping on the three generals to climb up, these people deserve to die. After this person died, the three generals Shi Shiran retreated, this is the natural principle.
But the Great Mongol Kingdom and the Great Jin Kingdom are different.
Their ideas are unlikely to be implemented.
If Mongolian Bai Hu Naminfu, who was in charge of the surrender, sent Jata Lahun to act alone, the purpose was just to confirm whether the army in front of him was Guo Ning's headquarters, and his mission had nothing to do with victory or defeat.
But he also asked the three generals to lead his troops, and thousands of people followed. The purpose was not just to find out whether it was true or false. If it was false, that was it; if it was true, the three generals and their troops had to move forward bravely.
Tangle Guo Ning's main force so that the main force of the Mongolian army behind can respond in time!
In this regard, Naminfu didn't say much at all, because the Mongolian army was fierce and good at fighting, and they would kill the enemy when they saw it. There was no need to say more. Since Shimo Bedier and others surrendered to Mongolia, they followed all the way from Hebei.
I also understand the Mongolian tactics very well.
The Mongols didn't care that the surrendered generals burned, killed, and looted, and even allowed the surrendered soldiers to act wantonly and let out their bestiality, because in the eyes of the Mongols, the surrendered generals were all dogs.
When giving meat and bones to dogs, the Mongolians are certainly generous and the dogs are comfortable enough. But if the prey appears and the dog does not take the initiative to move forward, then don't blame the owner for killing the dog and eating its meat!
The Mongols became angry and really wanted to kill people!
Jiata Lahun died right in front of the three generals. The enemy's ferocity was very obvious. In all likelihood, it was Guo Ning's main force. If he were to avoid fighting at this time, if word got out, he would be as angry as Genghis Khan and the fourth prince Tuo Lei.
, who will bear it? Who can afford it?
Could it be Zhao Jin?
Zhao Jin himself is really not afraid of death, and even has some intention to seek death. But his family members and relatives in Feihu don't want to live anymore?
He sneered a few times, took out the sword from its sheath, and then firmly inserted it back into the sheath.
"Fight! Why not fight!" Yang Wan gritted his teeth: "Such soldiers are among the best in Zhongdu City. I don't believe how many Guo Ning can pull out! There are only three to five hundred in front of me.
It’s just people! If it’s doubled, what if it’s a thousand? We have five thousand warriors, and some of them can fight...at least, entangling them won’t be a problem, right?”
Zhao Yan tried his best to cheer up: "If you just want to entangle, you have to withdraw your troops first! Gather the soldiers back here, retreat here, and then set up defenses one by one along the high ground on both sides of the road, and then use small groups of elite soldiers behind to look for opportunities.
Fight closely, taking turns to weaken the enemy's energy!"
Zhao Jin was young, led a heavy army, and was praised by Genghis Khan. He was by no means an incompetent person.
Including Yang Wan, Shi Mobedie'er and others, they were also capable generals. They slightly improved Zhao Jin's arrangements and immediately gave orders.
Then they discovered...
We can’t gather our troops! We can’t gather our soldiers back!
There was nothing wrong with their arrangements, but in the wilderness where the two armies were fighting, hundreds of people were already in a mess! Guo Ning's troops were thundering with drums, horns, and dozens of military flags waving like wildfire.
Burn, keep moving forward! Hundreds of soldiers under the banner shouted loudly, waving their spears and spears, like the tide, one after another!
In the sight of the three generals, everyone in Guo Ning's unit was like a mad tiger, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, and stumps scattered everywhere. The lines of the two armies had wedged themselves into each other, forming at least seven or eight protrusions and gaps.
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At the gap, the soldiers from both sides were pushing and jostling intensively, and they could no longer use their long spears. Everyone abandoned their spears and replaced them with straight knives, iron rods and other weapons. Metal and flesh collided with each other, and corpses piled up on the ground, with blood dripping from them.
The ground was slippery. But the military flags of Guo Ning's troops continued to approach, and the teams of soldiers shouted wildly and fought fiercely, fighting to the death!
The officers and soldiers of the Ding Navy did not test the attack at all. They did not consider their own casualties at all, so they used all their strength from the beginning. Less than half a moment after the two sides engaged in the battle, the intensity of the battle increased to the limit.
At this time, if the enemy advances a few more steps, our own side will collapse. Any idea of turning around and regrouping in front of the enemy is simply a dream!
There is a fight between the two armies, and only you and I will live!
"How, how can it be so fierce!"
Shi Mobedie'er only felt a breath suffocating in his chest.
These people are indeed the elite soldiers under Guo Ning's command. They fought countless times with the Mongolian army in the three states of Chang, Huan, and Fu. As the legend says, they were tempered into ruthless characters who dared to trample the mountains of corpses and seas of blood! Their
The fierceness of the charge, the swiftness of the decision, and the crispness of the formation are beyond ordinary people's imagination... That Guo Ning is truly a vicious tiger, and even his men are also a group of vicious tigers!
"Stop talking about anything! Go into battle and resist! If you don't win, you will die!" Zhao Yan drew his sword and shouted.
"Follow me into battle! If you don't win, you will die!" Shi Mobedie'er and Yang Wan also shouted.
In such a fierce battle, the high altitude of the battlefield is like an invisible huge whirlpool rotating, extracting physical strength from everyone on the battlefield and squeezing their lives. Ordinary soldiers can only give in to their frenzied emotions in this environment.
He controlled his body and struck with all his strength once or twice, then he weakened and was killed.
Soldiers with more experience can persist for more than ten breaths in this environment. If they cooperate with their comrades to cover each other and fight for each other's rest time, they can persist for thirty breaths or even longer.
And Xiao Mo Le has been charging at the front!
He goes on a rampage, killing everyone he sees, and is unstoppable.
From the outside, everyone thinks that Xiao Du will be brave and good at fighting, like an unquenchable fire on the battlefield. But Xiao Mo Le knows that he has long wanted to die.
At the end of the Ming Dynasty, all the friends who were signed to the northern Xinjiang with Xiao Moule died. Those brothers who had faced wild beasts together, beaten deer and deer together, and sang and danced around the campfire, all died.
In the third year of Da'an, Xiao Mo Le's Khitan village in the northeastern hinterland was burned to ashes by the Mongols. Xiao Mo Le's parents and family members were also dead.
After knowing the news, Xiao Mo Le couldn't sleep all night long. As soon as he closed his eyes, he thought of his father's old face, his mother's wrinkled hands, his little sister's giggles, and her soft arms.
and legs, and think of the skewer of fangs hanging on my little brother’s chest... Every fang was accumulated by Xiao Mo Le little by little!
Xiao Mo Le wanted to die at that time.
It was Han Renqing, an old soldier from Changzhou, who took Xiao Molle in on the battlefield where corpses were everywhere, and gave him a full bag of strong liquor to cheer him up. But later, Han Renqing also died.
Han Renqing entrusted Xiao Molele to Guo Ning. Guo Ning was very kind to him.
Xiaomoler was busy busy with military affairs, as if he had no worries, but in fact, he had no longer wanted to live. In Haicang Town, he delayed arranging a shelter because he was busy with military affairs, and also because he
I don’t care at all. People who are going to die at any time, why do they need help?
Xiao Molele roared loudly and fought to his heart's content. In such a killing field, he saw the pigs and dogs in front of him dying one by one, and felt happy. The Dajin court was nothing, but there were so many good men.
They all died on the battlefield thousands of miles behind the Monan Mountains. So many people died on the border, and their bodies are still hard to find... Why do you pigs and dogs live!
Kill you! Kill you!
Xiao Mo Le was like this, and who of the defeated soldiers who retreated from northern Xinjiang were not like this? It was just a matter of degree! The more frenzied the battlefield, the more satisfied the soldiers were. On the battlefield, they temporarily forgot the pain.
And controlled by the murderous intent of a beast!
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Xiao Moule roared wildly and hit his opponent's head with his right hand Bulu.
Although protected by a helmet, the huge force still shattered the skull. The opponent's eyeballs suddenly bulged, and blood spattered from the eye sockets.
Xiao Molele moved away from the approaching corpse and strode forward.
Later in the battle, Yang Wan sent his trusted soldiers to the front one by one, but they died immediately and could only maintain the situation. He asked in a trembling voice: "Who is this person? Could he be Monk Luo? Or?
Is it Li Ting?"
Xiao MoLe once again broke through a group, and ran into the spearmen in front who were barely maintaining their formation. As soon as Xiao MoLe came close, he stabbed with his spear, which immediately triggered a burst of screams and puffs around him.
The sound of the tip of the gun penetrating into flesh.
Xiao MoLe hooked a long spear with Bru's hook and rushed close. The Jurchen holding the gun did not give in, but exerted his strength and collided with Xiao MoLe with his shoulder. Although he staggered
He stood back, holding the gun in both hands.
He was an old Jurchen, with a stooped body and a fierce light in his eyes. This kind of old Jurchen was probably the last generation of Jurchens with outstanding blood and courage. Judging from his forty or fifty years of age, his physical strength
Although he is weak, his combat experience is still there.
He waved to Xiao MoLe and smiled provocatively.
Xiao Molele shouted and rushed forward.
But just as he charged forward, the Jurchen spearmen who were thrown behind collapsed. Dozens or hundreds of people followed, shouting crazily and swarming to one place, poking at random with various weapons.
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In this environment, there is no way to choose your opponent, no way to display your fighting skills, blood mist is floating in the sky, and you can't even distinguish between friend and foe.
Everyone just relied on instinct, waving their weapons as fast as possible, blocking or slashing their opponents with luck. Xiao Moller's blue broke at some point, he grabbed a broken straight knife, and continued
They were slashing indiscriminately. Some even lost their weapons and punched, collided, and even opened their mouths to bite!
The old Jurchen died somewhere, and Xiao Mo Le had no strength left.
More than half of the three hundred elite troops who were with him in the battle had been lost by this time. The enemy's ranks were scattered by them, but they had no energy left to continue the attack.
He wiped off the flesh and blood on his face and the corners of his mouth, turned around to look at the arrow that was nailed to his armor and had not yet pulled it out, and said with a smile: "Kill with pleasure!"
There were originally more than 7,000 people under the command of three generals, including Zhao Quan. The five-day attack on Zichuan City was said to be brutal, but only more than a thousand were injured. However, today's battle with Ding Haijun, Zhao Quan and other generals have already sent
The law enforcement team suppressed the soldiers' wavering. However, within two moments, the army retreated for more than a mile, leaving behind almost a thousand corpses!
What a fierce battle!
It has reached the final moment, and the outcome is about to be decided!
Zhao Jin shouted in a hissing voice: "At one stroke, it will weaken again, and then it will be exhausted! The enemy is powerless! Hold on!"
The dozen or so officers under his command all shouted wildly: "Hold on! Hold on! Fight this guy off and we will win!"
On the battlefield, the north wind howled by, blowing the robes of thousands of warriors, blowing the flags of hunting, and merged with the roaring sound of drums and horns. The ten small phalanxes directly led by Guo Zhongyuan were never in chaos, but solemn and tight.
Following Xiao Mo Le, keeping fifty steps away from the battlefield.
He vaguely heard the enemy's shouts, and couldn't help but sneer: "One burst of strength, then another, and three times it's all gone?"
What a joke. Our army still has some strength left!
These high-ranking officers did not know that ordinary people would go crazy if they were pushed to the extreme. By this time, the casualties of Guo Zhongyuan's troops were actually far more than those of the three generals' troops, and the number of fresh troops around Guo Zhongyuan was less than 1,500.
, but he has absolute confidence in victory.
Because these soldiers have witnessed the fierce battle ahead, they have all aroused their ferocity. When these people enter the battlefield, they gallop like wild beasts, and they are capable of winning!
Before today, Guo Zhongyuan could only lead a hundred people to fight. The battle in front of him was the largest battle he had ever commanded in his life. He knew that some people were dissatisfied and some had doubts. He also knew why Guo Ning used him. Because Guo Ning believed in him.
Dare to pay the price, dare to fight tough battles, and dare to make extraordinary achievements!
Then make a great contribution and dedicate it to Guo Jieshuai!
Just as he was about to give the order, there was the sound of footsteps behind him. It turned out to be Zhang Chi arriving limping.
"If you don't go to supervise the formation, what are you doing here?"
"Monitoring the formation is nothing. What else is there to monitor at this time?"
Zhang Chi took two breaths, spat out blood-streaked saliva, and handed the golden sword back to Guo Zhongyuan with both hands: "The enemy thought we had no strength left... That was precisely the time when they were most easily shaken! Our entire army pressed forward, with one breath,
Kill them!"
"good taste!"
Guo Zhongyuan laughed, took the golden sword, and urged his horse forward: "Kill with me! Kill them all in one breath!"
"Follow General Guo! Follow General Guo! Kill them!" The officers were shouting, the original prisoners were shouting, and the strong men were also shouting. Their shouts and footsteps merged into a wave, surging among the swaggering military flags.
roar.
In the enemy formation, Zhao Jin and other three generals all looked pale.
Look, look! Does this mean there is no energy left?
Shi Mobedie'er had just come to the enemy in person, but he was stabbed under the ribs, and the wound about a foot long was dripping with blood. He raised his head in a daze and cursed: "Did you hear that they are calling General Guo! You are all stupid pigs!
Who can resist this evil tiger? Run away quickly..."
Before he could say anything, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that Yang Wan was already riding away.
The three generals' troops were immediately defeated.