Inside the fort, along the inner circle of the fort wall, a plank road was newly laid from the bottom to the top. They were all made of wooden boards one palm thick and two feet wide, enough for horse racing.
Guo Ning walked down the plank road.
He did not walk very fast, occasionally stopping for a moment and opening his arms so that the servants who could catch up at a trot would put on his armor.
Although Guo Ning achieved Jiedushi, he did not switch to more exquisite and gorgeous armor.
He is a warrior who goes into battle, not a nobleman who thinks he is hiding in a safe place to strategize. Therefore, the armor is still the one he usually wears, the phoenix-winged helmet and the green velvet armor. Although the blades of the armor are well maintained, they are obviously different.
It can be seen from the old and new that the new armor plates can be used to identify people, but the old armor plates are covered with marks of knife, ax and chiseling.
In addition to the armor, he wore a gray military uniform with a coiled collar and narrow sleeves. The uniform was still new and had been washed many times, but the blood color could still be seen that was difficult to remove.
The whole set of armor weighs tens of kilograms, plus the matching three-layer cowhide lining, iron mesh arm guards, etc., it will weigh another ten kilograms. Ordinary people wearing such armor will have difficulty even walking. As the
Guo Ning was neatly dressed, and his figure was still strong and strong, but his steps were unavoidably heavy, and his leather boots made a muffled sound when he stepped on the thick wooden boards.
"Boom, boom."
Monk Luo, Li Ting and other important generals followed closely behind Guo Ning. They were all veteran generals and there was no need to give any more orders at this time. Everyone knew that it was time to attack.
These important generals were well-equipped with armor. Their servants were smart and quickly rushed back to the station and brought all kinds of weapons. Monk Luo and others did not stop, just like Guo Ning, hanging their weapons while walking.
Wear it with a leather band around your waist or carry it on your back.
At the height of the fort, hundreds of elite guards were always paying attention to the movements of the generals. At this time, they all stood up and everyone said: "Commander Jie is about to go into battle! Commander Jie has orders, and he will follow."
I'll fight!"
These battle-hardened veterans rushed out of their respective barracks. Some had already dressed up neatly and made a clanging sound when moving; some reacted a little slower and helped each other put on their armor while running; some held several people in their hands.
Bows, crossbows, swords, spears, quivers, leather ribbons and other items were thrown in the direction of those who saw who had finished dressing up.
These generals, elites, are all skilled in martial arts. They are all fierce and capable, and have the courage to fight in ten battles. When they are neatly dressed on the plank road, they look like iron towers standing majestic, and like hordes of steel beasts.
, stride forward.
"Boom, boom."
They walked half a circle around the plank road and entered the camp of ordinary soldiers.
Almost all of these soldiers have the experience of fighting in Northern Xinjiang. After following Guo Ning, they never stopped intensive training and reorganization for several months, even during the breaks between battles.
On weekdays, no matter how much Guo Ning encouraged him, the soldiers would inevitably complain. This is human nature. But at this time, the soldiers discovered that it was those rigorous training and rectifications that made the entire Dinghai navy more capable.
The mobility and cohesion are beyond imagination.
In the past two days, thousands of soldiers have been inside this fort and heard the fierce fighting outside. However, due to military orders, they could not help in any way, not even shouting and cheering.
The soldiers seemed to see the tragic massacres in Northern Xinjiang being repeated again and again. They were irritable, furious, depressed and even confused, but the commander had orders to endure!
Until now.
The ordering soldiers ran down from the heights, shouting along the way: "Commander Jie has orders, follow me and fight!"
Thousands of people moved suddenly, and the response speed was extremely fast. The sounds of countless people's footsteps, the clang of armor and weapons, and the sounds of low-level officers such as lieutenants and generals giving orders came one after another, but they were orderly and without any chaos.
They lined up in the open space outside the barracks, and then gathered one by one in the open space in the center of the fort according to the pre-arranged arrangement. Thousands of people stepped on, the plank road shook slightly, and even the entire fort was faintly shaking, like some huge giant in the deep sea.
The beast is churning, about to set off a huge wave.
"Boom, boom!"
When more and more people gathered at the bottom of the fort, Wang Kou'er led his companions and led out the war horses one by one.
In the past two days, a large number of war horses were gathered in a small stable with a small space. The feces could not be cleaned in time, so that the smell in the stable was unpleasant. War horses are very sensitive animals. Even if good feed is used, many horses are still irritable and abnormal.
Several times during that time, the horses lost control, biting each other, kicking and neighing. If the fighting outside was not fierce, their whereabouts would have been almost exposed.
In order to appease the horses, Wang Kou'er, Ma Laoliu and others worked hard. Many soldiers felt sorry for their horses and simply brought their bedding and slept in the stables with their horses.
At this time, the horses were led out one by one. The soldiers ran back to the barracks frantically to get their weapons, and then came back panting.
A large number of war horses happily approached the familiar knights and licked some wheat cakes and fine ingredients from the knights' hands. When the knights jumped on the backs of the horses, the horses neighed excitedly, and countless iron hoofs trampled the ground intensively, causing puffs of smoke and dust to rise.
rise.
Then soldiers and horses continued to pour into the empty field, and their footsteps and the cries of various weapons and armor suddenly merged into a noisy and violent sea of sound!
This sound echoed repeatedly among the high walls of the fort, as if beating the same beat as the heartbeats of the soldiers.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The specific battle plan has been deduced several times. At this point, there is nothing more to say. The morale of the soldiers comes from their trust in the general and their desire for victory. There is no need to elaborate at this moment.
Use words to inspire.
Guo Ning pointed his whip and said in a deep voice: "Open the door."
The gate of Tunbao opened. Ni Yi roared loudly, used his arms to raise a big flag diagonally.
Tunpu is located on the hills south of the port. It has an irregular hexagonal appearance and only one main entrance. The long slope in front of the main entrance is protected by three city walls on the west side.
The battle has progressed to this point, with smoke everywhere inside the camp and rivers of blood flowing. Even though several thousand families of the Mongolian army are retreating, the scene in the camp is still like hell.
At this time, many soldiers and civilians in the outlying camps retreated towards the port, trying to board ships and escape. Some people also gathered at the main entrance of the fort, hoping to survive in the fort just in case.
A group of Mongolian light cavalry tracked here.
Many people have seen that in the past two days of fighting, there was no reaction at all in the fort. Therefore, the Mongolian army was initially wary of this fort, but now it became a little curious.
Tuhuluke, an experienced rider who was over forty years old, led his men to urge their horses forward and approached the group of people directly.
On the bumpy horseback, Tuhuluk took out his riding bow and fired arrows continuously.
When horses are galloping at high speed, when people look to the left and right, any target will flash past, leaving only a shadow. But Tuhuluq is the most outstanding hunter, and he used a riding bow of this size.
No less than thirty years. Within fifty steps, no matter whether it was a man or a beast, he would shoot wherever he pointed, and his arrows would not miss a beat.
That kind of shooting process cannot be described in words. From the moment when the eyes find the target, to the synergistic force of the wrist, arm and waist and abdomen, people and horses, people and riding bows cooperate perfectly, and the arrows are like
The part of a person that naturally flies towards the goal.
On the grasslands, herdsmen need to shoot rabbits, pheasants, yellow sheep, foxes, and even large groups of wild wolves. In the Central Plains, the soldiers shoot people. In Tuhuluke's eyes, the Han people in the Central Plains are just like those chickens and rabbits.
The same, although harmless, can bring real benefits, so they are naturally the best targets for the Mongols.
Tuhuluq twisted his waist and turned sideways, and shot an arrow out.
The horse was galloping, and the scenery in his sight was changing rapidly. Tuhuluq quickly turned his neck to keep his sight following the arrow's flight path.
Alas, I am getting old and a little worse!
Tuhuluke saw that the arrow hit a tall and thin scholar, but missed the vital point. The arrow penetrated straight into the scholar's thigh from behind, causing him to roll and fall to the ground. He screamed and reached out to catch the arrow.
, but the next moment he noticed something happened, and his painful expression suddenly turned into shock and ecstasy.
Why ecstasy? Is this guy crazy? What's so exciting?
"Boom boom boom boom!"
Tuhuluke suddenly heard an uninterrupted loud noise, like a tsunami!
Under the panicked shouts of his companions, he turned around suddenly.
The war horses neighed in fear and retreated continuously. The ground shook and the mountains shook, and the sky collapsed.
The ferocious torrent of steel came over me.
Tuhuluk subconsciously shot an arrow in the direction of the torrent, but it was completely useless. The torrent was rolling without any pause, as if nothing could stop the torrent.
Tuhuluke reined in his horse hard and shouted loudly, signaling for his companions to disperse.
But the torrent pouring down from a high place was too fast and too violent. Tuhuluq's shout suddenly stopped, and he found that there was a shining blade on his chest.
The blade stirred violently in his body with huge momentum, and then took him away from the horse and lifted him into the air. It didn't close until it cut a horizontal wound about a foot long between his chest and abdomen.
go back.
Blood flowed from the wound like a waterfall. Tuhuluq's body lost its support and fell to the ground like a dried up old water bag. The steel torrent swept past him, and swept his companions with it.