The soldier holding the gun nodded, and after a while, asked: "Kill them all? Did we win?"
Zhang Xin grinned and wanted to laugh. He patted the soldier on the shoulder: "There are still so many Mongols outside! The battle is still easy to fight!"
"That's true..." The soldier nodded.
He held the spear and looked around again. On the messy turf, the soil turned up by the horses' hooves was mixed with blood stains. Falling on the blood stains in various postures and twists were thousands of corpses and even more fragments.
Arm stump.
On this kind of battlefield, one would usually see many wailing wounded. But in his eyes at this moment, the number of wounded was very small. All he could see were wounded from the navy, and there were medical officers from the army with assistants.
The soldiers, sweating profusely, rushed to take care of them.
The many Mongolians who rushed into the queue were all elite riders with extraordinary skills. Many of them could jump back and forth on horseback, as strong as apes. The momentum of their charge was even more shocking, and then they were defeated by our navy.
killed.
Only two moments have passed since they charged. The setting sun's slanting shadow is not very long, and the clouds in the sky are still bright. But all the Mongols are dead, not only the corpses are piled up everywhere, but also the flags and flags they discarded
Broken weapons were scattered all over the floor.
The soldier suddenly thought that the scene he saw before leaving Jinan was the same, but that time, the people who died were all villagers and elders, and he was not as angry as this time. His nasal cavity suddenly felt a little blocked, and he felt that his emotions were about to lose control, so
He raised his hand and wiped his face.
Then he heard the rumble of drums coming from the direction of the Chinese army. The order represented by the drums was familiar to the soldiers. It was calling the soldiers to immediately return to their positions according to the previous array arrangement.
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As soon as the drum sounds, everyone immediately puts down what they are doing. There must be no delay, and they must move quickly. There is no need to wait for the officer's guidance. Each unit, each unit, each team and even the higher-level establishments will wait until they are in place before confirming
.
The soldier turned around without hesitation and started running.
Most of the military uniforms worn by the soldiers were dark gray or black, because Guo Ning deliberately differed from the Jurchen custom of wearing white. But at this time, the clothes and armor of many soldiers were stained with red blood.
When people move at the same time, they are like crimson streams meandering inside the military formation.
Many of the soldiers who make up the stream will take a look at the traces of fighting around them while taking action, looking at the ferocious-looking corpses of the Mongolian soldiers. Especially some generals, junior officers such as the captain or Pu Liyan will look more carefully.
Most of them have weathered faces and hands covered with thick, rough calluses.
These people are all veterans. For example, Wang Mazi, who has been in the army for many years and has a somewhat tired temperament, is not suitable for the environment in the military academy and was not promoted quickly.
But such veterans are not short of insight. They especially understand what kind of military structure the Great Mongolia established by Genghis Khan is, and what the Qixue Army represents in this military structure. From this, they can also particularly feel the impact of this battle.
significance.
Since following Guo Ning to Shandong, the veterans have become accustomed to winning one victory after another, and they are almost losing money. But even so, no one really puts the Ding Navy on the same level as the Mongolian Army.
The past few victories against the Mongolian army were either regarded as surprise attacks with huge casualties, or as the result of Guo Ning's extraordinary bravery. They could not imagine that one day they would defeat the Mongolian army so easily, or would they be the last to win. The elite Qixue Army!
This battle was so enjoyable, it could even be said that it was not a battle, but a massacre!
We massacred the Qixue army! Not only the Mongolian army was able to ride and massacre Han's everywhere, but we Han's could also massacre the Mongolian army if we used force! Moreover, the ones we killed were the most elite ones in the Mongolian army!
Yes, this is taking advantage of those iron artillery. But aren't the iron artillery also the weapons of our navy? In the final analysis, it was us who won the victory neatly. It was we who surrounded us from all sides and slaughtered more than a thousand timid soldiers in one go. military!
The Qixue army is indeed the most elite in the Mongolian army, and because they also represent the location of the Mongolian Khan, they often cause the morale of the Jin army to collapse as soon as they enter the battlefield. Many veterans remember that when they joined the army, they were originally The experience of being defeated by Qie Xue's army in a still maintainable situation, and immediately losing their lives. This experience has left a psychological shadow on many people, which cannot be easily erased.
But at this moment, these shadows no longer exist at all. Just like the dirt on the mirror of the heart has been wiped away, it will never come back again.
Although Guo Xuanshi is the most powerful general, our navy itself and the officers of the navy have become stronger and stronger! We are well-trained, courageous, and our weapons... hehe, the weapons are even more sophisticated!
So what about the Cowardly Xue Army? If these knights from the Cowardly Xue Army were chopped off with a single blow, wouldn’t they die? After death, wouldn’t they just be bloody and broken flesh all over the ground?
My knife-holding hand was numb from the shock of Tianling Gai, but if I had to chop him seventeen or eight more times, what would be the difficulty?
Many soldiers knew that Genghis Khan personally led his troops to fight this battle. Facing this terrifying opponent, everyone was inevitably a little nervous or worried. But now, this nervousness and worry suddenly disappeared a lot and was replaced by In my mood, there was even a little bit of eagerness to try.
The Mongol Khan controlled all the grasslands with ninety-five thousand households, and then suppressed the ninety-five thousand households with a timid army of 10,000 people. The so-called Great Mongolia was nothing more than this layer-by-layer management method. Unfortunately, How cowardly is the Xue army of ten thousand men? Can it withstand how many more times our navy can kill like this?
Thinking of this, some soldiers specially broke off their fingers and whispered to the man beside them: "Kill five more times, six at most!"
At this moment, several groups of Mongolian cavalry, including several other Qianxue troops, were still circling outside the military formation. The sound of horse hooves was still very loud, and the smoke and dust they raised were not much different from just now.
But why didn't they dare to rush in and rescue their companions? They didn't dare! They were afraid!
Look at the state of these Mongols now. They don't even dare to approach the military formation to take away their own abandoned war horses!
Don't be afraid, come on. Hurry up and have a fight, it's almost dark, we're waiting!
Just a few moments after the various units and units returned to the formation, the mentality of many soldiers was completely different. Once the mentality of experienced grassroots officers changed, it would immediately affect their companions around them.
As the soldiers rushed to their respective headquarters, they made no noise. Only the footsteps of thousands of people walked across the grass on the ground, making a "swish" sound, like the sound of spring silkworms chewing mulberry leaves.
When they were about to return to their headquarters and the Wugoshis gathered one after another while running, the originally scattered footsteps suddenly gained a rhythm. Many soldiers, for some unknown reason, stepped hard on the ground, and the sound of neat footsteps on the ground soon merged.
It became a roar that could echo the sound of drums.
Naturally, there were casualties among the soldiers in each department. Wang Mazi had seven or eight fewer familiar companions, and Zhang Xin had just reported that General Feng Du, the sixth capital next door, had been killed in the battle. So he immediately promoted a lieutenant to replace him when he was on the march.
Lao Feng took the post of general, and then transferred a few old soldiers to fill the gap in their team.
Generally speaking, checking one's own casualties between battles can easily affect morale.
But now, there is no sign of this.
Zhang Xin continued to give orders to adjust his subordinates. Wang Mazi and other senior soldiers were all in place. Without waiting for the generals to give orders, they shouted to their companions and asked the soldiers to raise their own army flags, capital flags and even team flags. So the black army
In the formation, countless red military flags fluttered in the wind again, shining brightly under the setting sun.
"good!"
Witnessing this scene, Old Liu, an old pawn from the fourth capital of Wu, who was known to Guo Ning because of his good appetite, felt a rush of blood in his chest. He gave a loud praise and couldn't help but clapped his hands.
To the east of Ding Haijun's main formation, on the high ground in the direction of Liao Shi Gang, Ding Hai Hai's fourth and fifth divisions were stationed here to cover the flanks of the army.
The significance of this task is understood by experienced soldiers. The soldiers not only guard against the Mongols, but also keep an eye on the Hebei Meng'an army on the stone hill. After all, in the past few years, every time they encountered a big battle, the performance of the Jurchens
None of them are reliable, so the navy must prevent them from getting confused and doing something inexplicable.
Lao Liu never neglected military affairs. He always stood on the top of a huge rock in the center of the highland, watching the battle in his own formation, and then turned to look at the Jurchen camp high on the Liaoshi Hill.
I watched the Japanese movie "Drive My Car" and it was really good. Hidetoshi Nishijima is very suitable for this role.
