Soon after Heshi Liehuanduan entered the hilly area, he was attacked by the Mongolian army.
Since he led his troops out of the city, he had already made full preparations to serve as bait. He also ordered his subordinates to keep a close formation along the way, ready for possible attacks at any time.
But the Mongols came too early and too fiercely. The light cavalry responsible for sentinel inspections were instantly swallowed up by the wolves. Only a few cavalry rushed back to warn, while the front line of the Mongolian army arrived almost simultaneously with them.
Heshi Liehuanduan immediately ordered his cavalry general Jiaguhe to lead the elite knights to meet the enemy. However, under the fierce attack of the Mongols, the hundred and ten cavalrymen led by Jiaguhe disappeared in the blink of an eye, completely unable to hinder them.
After all, the Mongols are a nation on horseback. They grew up on the grasslands and learned to ride horses before they could walk. They began to practice bow bending and archery as soon as they had strength in their hands. They grazed, moved, and lived on horseback.
On horseback, they are exactly the same as war horses. When they gallop among the undulating hills and ravines with thousands of riders, they are like the tide pouring, agile, fierce and pervasive.
At this time, Heshi Liehuanduan's soldiers and horses were marching close to the valley between the Mazong River and the loess hillock to the west. As soon as the front army made a detour in the direction of the hillock, the Mongolian army was like a whirlwind, moving sideways along the river.
Cut into the queue at the front.
Wherever the cavalry went, there was a scream and the clang of iron weapons. Then another cavalry came out from the Heizui ditch due west, cutting the middle army and the rear army into two sections.
Groups of Mongolian cavalry roared wildly and rushed forward, spraying arrows along the way. Hundreds of cavalry at the rear had not yet entered the formation, but the forward cavalry had already passed through the ranks of the Fuzhou Army, leaving behind them corpses and corpses all over the ground.
The wounded man was trampled by the war horse until his intestines were pierced, and he was still wailing and moaning.
The cavalry circled on the open beach of the Horsehair River, and the black men and horses stirred up silvery white water.
When they attacked again, they no longer marched in formation, but took a sideways galloping posture, repeatedly throwing arrows into the chaotic formation. By this time, the rear column of the Fuzhou Army had disintegrated into countless fragments.
, there is no array to speak of.
Anyone who tried to form a formation was broken up by repeated attacks by the Mongols. The Fuzhou soldiers could only fight on their own in the chaos of flying horseshoes. They were constantly shot down by arrows or chopped down by scimitars, and fell on the banks of the Horse Hair River.
On the wet ground.
"Qui Nhon City!" Heshi Liehuan said with a livid face and squeezed out a voice from between his teeth: "The Mongols came from Quy Nhon City! They have always been there! No wonder! No wonder!"
Quy Nhon County was named Anzhou in the Liao Dynasty. After the rise of Jin Dynasty, it was changed to Quy Nhon County under Xianping Prefecture. However, in recent years, the population has dispersed, and the city of Quy Nhon is empty and abandoned. Last year and the year before last,
The Hongshan River to the north of the city and the Erdao River to the south overflowed at the same time, turning dozens of miles around the city into a swamp.
This Mongolian army was hiding in Quy Nhon City, so that they could avoid detection from many parties. And they relied on the advantage of the cavalry to move freely. Once they found out that the Fuzhou Army had left the city, the Mongolian cavalry drove for twenty miles and immediately rushed to the Yellow River.
A volley was launched in Longgang!
Heshi Liehuanduan understood the Mongols' arrangement, but it did not help the war situation.
Neither his front army nor his rear army could withstand the repeated strangulation of the cavalry. The newly promoted officers in the team had no experience in controlling the army in adversity. As for the prisoners who were temporarily united...
Heshi Liehuan was very careful about hiring people. His front and rear armies lacked experienced officers, so they used Fuzhou local soldiers. The Chinese army had dozens of Fuzhou officers to suppress them, so they were temporarily recruited into the army.
Wu had more prisoners.
As a result, under the eyes of Heshi Liehuanduan, dozens of prisoners who had temporarily signed up to join the army screamed in terror, desperately dropped their weapons, left their companions, and fled to the east side of the Mazong River.
When the infantry and cavalry are fighting, the infantry loses the will to fight and starts to flee for their lives, which is the carnival moment of the cavalry. In the eyes of the cavalry, the fleeing infantry with their backs to the cavalry is just like being driven livestock and can be easily slaughtered.
When these prisoners were trampling on the river beach, a group of Mongolian cavalry caught up with them skillfully and stabbed them to death one by one with spears. Their bodies were lying across the water, turning the river water they passed into red.
"Idiot! Death is not a pity!"
Heshi Liehuanduan, who was in the Chinese army formation, roared loudly.
These dozens of people suddenly fled, causing a small gap to appear in the originally complete Chinese army formation... This gap was fleeting, but the Mongols actually seized the opportunity and rushed in!
For a time, the Chinese army was in chaos. Dozens of Mongolian cavalry ran rampant among the Chinese guards, making terrible roars and slashing with their swords. Wherever the blade passed, broken arms flew up one after another, and miserable screams occurred one after another.
Qianhu Wendy, who was responsible for maintaining the defense line, was afraid that the troops would be eager to drive them away, so he called the archers to shoot repeatedly. But at this moment, the people and horses were intertwined, and the arrows passed by, but they did not kill a few Mongolians. Instead, they shot their own soldiers.
Several died.
An arrow came from nowhere and grazed He Shi Liehuanduan's face, bringing up a stream of blood. He Shi Liehuanduan opened his mouth to curse, but heard a muffled groan from behind. It turned out that the arrow flew backwards, and the center of the arrow was responsible for the beating.
Drum soldiers.
The soldier was hit by an arrow in his back and fell to the sky. As soon as the drum beat stopped, the Fuzhou troops everywhere knew that the central army had been defeated and became more and more frightened.
Heshi Liehuan was so anxious that he ran to pick up the drumstick and beat the drum. The moment he turned around, a Mongolian knight rushed towards him and slashed with his sword!
It was too late, but soon, a man stepped forward from the side, crossed the spear shaft, and tried to block the blade. But the Mongolian knight was extremely majestic and powerful, and he also used a heavy long-handled broadsword. With one strike, the spear was instantly destroyed.
The pole split open, and the blade penetrated from the shoulder blade of the sword, cutting off several ribs in one breath, until it reached between the chest and abdomen.
When the Mongolian pulled out his sword with all his strength, his internal organs, liver and gallbladder gushed out from the huge wound, and blood spurted into the air in an arc, falling like raindrops on the drums and horns mounted on the cart.
It fell on He Shi Liehuanduan.
Heshi Liehuanduan was furious. He rushed over from the cart, hugged the Mongolian knight's body, and dragged him off the horse. The two rolled on the ground several times, punched each other several times, and each
He reached to his waist and pulled out the knife.
Another disciple took this opportunity to rush forward, hugged the Mongolian's neck, put a short knife against the Mongolian's chin, stabbed it in and stirred it repeatedly. The blood flowed downwards along the short knife, soaking into his white uniform.
, the Mongols' struggling movements gradually slowed down.
The man was so happy in his heart that he just relaxed a little. The Mongolian man mustered up the last bit of strength, opened his mouth and bit his ear, twisted his neck, and tore off his ear all the way to the skin.
Xin Cong roared loudly and rolled to the ground. By the time a dozen or so people around him used their swords and guns to kill the Mongolian, the rest of the Mongolian cavalry had already penetrated the other end of the Chinese army and rushed out.
Heshi Liehuanduan stood up from the pool of blood and looked around. He saw that the queue of soldiers was crumbling like a bank hit by floods. Many people found that the situation was irreversible and showed desperate expressions.
"Steady! Steady!" Heshi Liehuanduan shouted.
Wendy was afraid that her brother's chariot would rush back from the front and said sternly: "Capital, let's go south quickly!"
He Shi Liehuan grabbed Wen Dihan's military uniform, pulled him in front of his eyes, and cursed with slobber: "You almost shot me to death with that arrow just now!"
Overthrowing Wendy Han's chariot with one hand, Heshi Liehuanduan shouted to the other soldiers: "As soon as they leave, they will disperse, and if they disperse, they will die! Hold still! Raise your shield! Shoot arrows outward! Hold still! Ding Haijun will attack."
coming!"
He had shouted with all his strength, but one man's roar was almost ridiculously weak amidst the roaring sound of horse hooves. And his archers, most of whom Pu Xian had dispatched before, reacted a little slowly.
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The Mongols gathered the larger cavalry at lightning speed, like two huge sharp blades coming from the left and right, cutting towards the center of the mountain.
The power of the large group of cavalry closing inward was beyond ordinary people's imagination. But before the cavalry could attack, there was another round of arrow rain.
Wendy Han was holding a wooden shield in her hand, but the exposed sole of her foot was hit by an arrow, which immediately penetrated her. The severe pain made Wendy Han's brother groan, and the shield in her hand dropped slightly, and another arrow hit her.
It passed over the upper edge of the shield and hit his left eye socket, and the sharp arrow cluster penetrated the back of his head.
Wendy was afraid that Brother Chan would be killed immediately.
Heshi Liehuanduan cursed repeatedly, but he could only huddle under the cover of the two sword and shield men, not daring to show his head.
His sight was revealed through the gap under the shield, and he could only see iron hooves on the ground, and the queue went from loose to tight, constantly approaching.
He held his breath, preparing to jump up and fight to the death.
At this moment, another iron stream poured down from a thousand-foot high mountain like a mountain torrent and penetrated into the queue of the Mongolian cavalry.
People, horses, weapons, and armor collided violently, making a huge roar. Amid the roar, Heshi Liehuan fell to the ground: "It's coming, it's coming, it's finally here."
This battlefield is on the west side of the Mazhonghe Railway Station in Changtu County. The Mongols appeared from Heizigou in the west, and the Ding Navy entered the battlefield from Yakouzi in the south.
