Such accurate arrows were naturally shot by Zhebie.
In just a short period of time, he led his troops to charge towards the entrance of the valley three times. The first two times, he tried to pass through the gaps in the Huli Gai army's formation, but there were too many Huli Gai troops, and they crowded down like an eternity.
There was no end to the killing, and every gap was immediately filled and blocked.
After the two charges, only about a hundred Mongolians with war horses were left beside Zhebie. Those without war horses were all dead.
For the third time, Zhebie chose a rugged area close to a slope, intending to take advantage of the enemy's slow mobilization of infantry and forcefully break out at all costs.
This was already a joke with their own lives. When they charged in the night, a series of war horses stumbled and rolled among the gravel, and the knights fell off the horses, and were trampled to death on the spot by dense horse hooves. Even the most skilled equestrians
The outstanding Mongolians were able to change horses while they were galloping, and they could stand on the horse and shoot arrows, but there was no guarantee that humans and horses could move safely in such rugged terrain.
The location of the attack was chosen well. Zhebie fought with all his strength and quickly defeated Hu Ligai who was blocking the front.
But what appeared behind the retreating Huli Gai people was the Dinghai Navy headquarters led by Pu Sulie. The elite level of those people may be slightly worse than the knights brought by Han Xuan for night attacks, but they are not much different.
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There is no doubt that those are elite soldiers!
In the darkness of the night, their neat formation looked like rows of dense forest, and their gleaming armor and weapons looked like the claws of beasts. Their high-pitched shouts also showed their extremely high morale.
The few Mongolian cavalry at the front still had morale, so they rushed forward with wild shouts. They had long been determined to use their lives to stand out from the enemy's formation. Regardless of moving forward, they ran into the enemy's formation with their men and horses.
But in the blink of an eye, they all turned into splatters of blood and corpses falling to the ground, and the enemy's queue only shook slightly.
Perhaps it was because the number of Mongolian cavalry was so small that it was almost impossible to launch successive waves of fierce attacks. Therefore, resisting these two collisions no longer counted as much pressure.
Jebie rode his horse back and forth, constantly drawing his bow and arrows, shooting down the warriors in the enemy formation. He wanted to charge again, but the knights behind him reined in their horses. Many people understood that at other times, the battle would still be going on.
We have to fight, but the current situation is really no longer possible!
Some people ignored Zhe's call and began to turn back and run towards the darkness. More people's faces were dull, controlled by confusion and despair.
When Zhebie was finally forced back by enemies coming from several directions, Na Ke'er beside him also died in battle.
But he himself seemed not to be affected by his depression at all, and still shouted to gather his companions. When he was slightly away from the Huli Gai people's pursuit, he dismounted, pointed to the forest high up and said: "Everyone dismount! Let's climb.
Rock, from the less crowded place on the slope..."
However, it was too late. The yellow-headed Jurchens from behind also arrived, and the siege was completely formed. In this late night, even with the starlight and moonlight, standing in the center of Gai and looking around, I still felt that the surrounding firelight was so bright and dazzling that it was difficult to look at it.
No matter how brave and tenacious the Mongolians were, their faces turned pale at this moment.
In the past few years, they have become accustomed to treating their enemies like slaughtering pigs and sheep. This time they broke into Liaodong, and they were followed by Zhebie, the famous general under Genghis Khan. They should have won one victory after another. Who would have thought that
, suddenly it became like this?
When the soldiers fell into despair, there was a sudden silence around Zhebie. Then he heard the rumble of horse hoofs coming from the wilderness outside the valley.
It was a cavalry team of hundreds or dozens of people swarming in from behind the mountain. Judging from the sound, there were only about three or five teams, not many in number, but the momentum was like a pack of wolves surrounding prey on the grassland, and it was enough to hold them back.
Zhe bid farewell to the support staff scattered outside.
This method of cavalry warfare, which disperses galloping to create the momentum of thousands of troops, is originally the specialty of the Mongols. Most of the Dinghai navy in Liaodong who can do this is the Khitan who once fought with the Mongols in Zhaozhou.
Cavalry Commander Xiao Mo Le.
It seems that the enemy has gone all out. All the so-called generals under the Liaohai Defense Department have arrived. But I don't know where Guo Ning, the commander of the Ding Navy, is now.
Zhebie sighed.
On the order of the Great Khan, I led my army into the Northeast to contain the strength of the Ding Navy. Unfortunately, it only took about ten days to fight such a defeat. How did the Ding Navy respond? What is the potential of this sudden rise of the army?
I haven't been able to test out any unique strengths yet.
In fact, there were no omissions in tonight's command. The only problem was that the Ding Navy in Gaizhou should not have been so strong. Why the Ding Navy could mobilize so quickly and without any warning, Zhebie really couldn't figure it out. So many times before.
I have heard that the Ding Navy is brave and good at fighting, but now it seems that this ability to quickly mobilize troops is worthy of special attention.
Zhebie felt that among the warriors under Genghis Khan, he was considered to be smart and capable. Although he was far less intelligent than the Great Khan, and he may not be able to defeat Mu Huali, Subotai and others, he was still better than the average rough and fierce people.
If I can't help but suffer a loss, then I don't know how many people will suffer a loss in future battles!
Thinking of this, Zhebie looked around, trying to find a companion so that he could find a way to escape into the mountains and forests under his own cover.
But it's too late.
So many enemies are surrounding us layer by layer.
Zhebie felt a little regretful. After surrendering to Genghis Khan, he had hoped to achieve many meritorious deeds for the Great Khan, and he also promised to find many famous horses for the Great Khan that were equivalent to "Chahan Hu Shi Wen Mo Li".
It's a pity, I'm afraid there is no chance.
It's a pity that the Great Khan's order cannot be seen reaching the ends of the earth, and the Mongols can't be seen becoming the most noble of all people.
Zhebie took the quiver on his back to him and counted it.
There are still more than twenty arrows left.
God of Immortality, I must die today. Let me hit a golden warrior every time I shoot, let me die worthy of the name Zhebie!
At this time, Zhebie and several companions were blocked in the middle of a narrow ravine, with fire-like armies on both sides. By the light of the pine torch, he concentrated all his energy and stood firm.
Not far away from him, there were two Ding navy officers with obvious figures, shouting loudly and urging the yellow-headed Jurchens to move forward to fight; behind them, Ali Xi and the order soldiers were busy Run out and give orders.
Zhebie concentrated for a moment, and then an arrow flew away, killing one person.
Another officer immediately dropped the pine torch in his hand and roared loudly to urge the attack.
But this little change in light is meaningless before Zhebei's eyesight and shooting skills.
Zhebie held his breath and concentrated, and fired again. The sheep-horned bow trembled violently, and another heavy arrow flew out, hitting the officer in the chest, causing him to fall to the ground.
Zhebie breathed out regretfully. He originally wanted to continue shooting in the throat, but he had just charged several times and his waist, shoulders and arms were all injured. Every time he used force to draw the bow, several injured areas were in severe pain and bleeding at the same time. It affected his accuracy.
Fortunately, the Huli Gai man on the other side rushed closer. Within thirty steps, as long as Zhebie was still breathing, his arrow could not miss the target.
Zhebie exhaled loudly and fired a series of arrows. The arrows flew out of his hand one after another, as if the arrow clusters were connected to the tail feathers, forming a series of silver-white lines.
Wherever the silver line went, the enemies fell to the ground one after another, but more people rushed up one after another with the hope of killing the Mongol general and achieving great success.
Zhebie heard the sound of footsteps behind him, and there were fallen grass and gravel splashing everywhere. He turned around suddenly, hooked the bow string with his thumb, and tried to grab the arrow with his other hand, but missed.
Immediately, he saw the flash of a knife in front of his eyes. Blood surged from his forehead and his eyes suddenly blurred.
It turned out that the real fatal injury was not painful. Zhebie suddenly had such an idea.
He felt that his whole body became very light, but his body fell down involuntarily.
The yellow-headed Jurchen boy who killed Zhebie shouted happily.
Behind them, Zheng Rui was lying on his back on the ground.
He was the person who shot Zhebie's second arrow. Although he swerved when he felt something was wrong, the arrow still penetrated his armor, cut open his robe, and stabbed him in the chest. A wound half an inch deep.
At this moment, he ignored the bleeding from the wound and struggled to stand up. He looked at the scene in front of him where the people were either cheering or killing the remaining Mongolian troops. He then looked at Wanyan Luqi, who was lying stiffly not far away. He grinned and lay still on his back.
