At the head of the fort, along the inner circle of the fort wall, a plank road was newly laid from the bottom to the upper part. All wooden planks were made of palm-thick boards and were up to 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 with him at a trot would put on his armor.
Although Guo Ning achieved the title of 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 that the new armor pieces can be used to identify people, while the old armor pieces are covered with marks of knife, axe, and chiseling.
In addition to the armor, he wore a gray military uniform with a coiled collar and narrow sleeves. The uniform was not old and had been washed many times, but the blood color that was difficult to remove was still visible.
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-armored. Their servants were smart and quickly rushed back to the station to bring various weapons. Monk Luo and others did not stop, just like Guo Ning, walking with their weapons.
Hang it on a leather belt 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 in their movements; some reacted a little slower and helped each other put on their armor while running; some held the armor used by several people in their hands.
Bows, crossbows, knives and guns, even quivers, leather ribbons and other items, they would throw the weapons over when they saw whoever was dressed 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 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 conduct of Ding Haijun so great.
The motivation and cohesion are beyond imagination.
In the past two days, thousands of soldiers have been inside the 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 be patient!
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 speed of response 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 and went, 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 it, 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 have been concentrated in a small space.
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The excrement in the stables cannot be cleaned in time, so that the smell of the stables is unpleasant. War horses are very sensitive animals. Even if they use good feed, many horses are still irritable and abnormal. Several times during the period, the horses lost control, biting and kicking each other. Neighing, if it weren't for the fierce fighting outside, his whereabouts would almost be revealed.
In order to appease the horses, Wang Kou'er, Ma Laoliu and others made great efforts. 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 horses, the horses neighed excitedly, and countless iron hooves trampled the ground intensively, causing puffs of smoke and dust to 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 repeatedly deduced several times. At this point, there is no need to say anything more. The morale of the soldiers comes from their trust in the general and their desire for victory. There is no need at this moment. Then use words to encourage.
Guo Ning pointed his whip and said in a deep voice: "Open the door."
The gate of Tunbao opened. Ni Yi shouted loudly, used his arms to lift 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 camp, hoping to find a chance of survival in the camp just in case.
A group of Mongolian light cavalry tracked this.
Many people have seen that there was no reaction at all in the fort during the past two days of fighting. 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 left and right, every target will flash past, leaving only a shadow. But Tuhuluq is the most outstanding hunter. 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 the eyes find the target, to the synergistic force of the wrist, arm and waist and abdomen, the man and the horse, the man and the riding bow cooperate perfectly, and the arrow is like It is the part of the human being 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 Tuhuluq's eyes, the Han people in the Central Plains are just like those chickens and rabbits. , 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 behind!
Tuhuluke saw that the arrow hit a tall and thin scholar, but missed the vital point. The arrow hit the scholar's thigh from behind, causing him to roll and fall to the ground. He screamed and reached out to grab the arrow. But the next moment he noticed something happened, and his painful expression suddenly turned into shock and ecstasy.
Why ecstasy? Is this man crazy? What's so gratifying?
"Boom boom boom boom!"
Tuhuluke suddenly heard
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There was 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 poured down from a high place, coming too fast and too violently. Tuhuluq's shouts suddenly stopped, and he found that there was a shining blade on his chest.
The blade stirred his body with great momentum, and took him away from the horse and lifted him into the air. It didn't take it back until it opened a foot-long horizontal wound between his chest and abdomen. .
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. Caught in the torrent, it was crushed to pieces.