The sky was completely dark, and everyone knew the dangers of a night battle. However, the two armies were both carrying out important actions related to the battle situation. At this time, they suddenly collided, and no one had any room for hesitation. The leaders of both sides ordered the charge almost at the same time.
In an instant, sharp brilliance flew in the air.
Arrows were fired rapidly, and various throwing weapons and even pine torches were thrown out with all their strength. A small number of them hit the real opponents, and most of them hit the heads of the Jurchens clustered in the center of the highland. Blood suddenly splattered in the dense Jurchen group, and the mass was tragic.
Shouts and wails came and went.
Many of them had weapons in their hands, but regarded either party as evil stars and did not dare to fight back. They tried their best to avoid it, but had nowhere to escape.
Some people panicked and rolled down the steep slope that was not surrounded by Han'er and Mongolians. They immediately fell on the rock in the dark and broke their muscles and bones. Some people fell to their knees directly on the ground, regardless of whether they were 37 or 20.
The seven lands kowtowed and surrendered.
The reaction of more people was even more exaggerated. Because Ding Haijun was busy throwing arrows at the Mongolians on the opposite side, but his line of sight was blocked, he could not clearly see the situation of the Mongols. The soldiers kept shouting: "Get down!"
Everyone get down!"
Most of these Jurchens can't understand Mongolian, but they are very familiar with Chinese. To be honest, at least half of them can't speak Jurchen at all, and they only communicate in Chinese on a daily basis. I suddenly heard it when Liushen Wuzhu
After shouting orders, many Jurchens immediately stretched their hands forward and lay down close to the ground.
If the Jurchen nobles of the Zhongdu court were here, they would probably vomit three liters of blood when they saw this situation. They are still thinking about being the lords of the domain, just like the dream of the Han and Tang Dynasties, but ordinary Jurchens who are the cornerstone of their rule, but
Most of them look like trash.
Decades of peace have wiped out too much of their will to fight, making them simply dare not raise their heads in front of the enemy. And their enemies, the black Tatars who were once used as cattle and horses by the Great Jin Kingdom, and the black Tatars who were once treated as
The men who slaughtered, plundered and humiliated pigs and sheep mercilessly stepped on the backs of the Jurchens and charged towards the powerful enemy on the opposite side.
There are many fierce generals in the Ding Navy, but Zhang Hui only has a nickname called "Sai Zhang Fei". The nickname is suitable for the person, and Zhang Hui is at the forefront.
The combined weight of his strong body and solid armor was a considerable amount, so there were often screams and the sound of bones breaking under his feet. A Jurchen was stepped on the neck and struggled and twitched violently. Zhang Hui
I couldn't keep my balance for a moment and almost stumbled to the ground.
But he quickly regained his balance.
The two sides were previously separated by the gathered Jurchens, and they were not far from each other. As soon as his running speed slowed down a little, a Mongolian fired an arrow at him by shaking the firelight.
Far away, the soldiers could almost hear the loud "dang" sound. Fortunately, Zhang Hui continued to stride forward amidst the exclamations.
Within a very short distance, the Mongols fired arrows one after another. If the sky had been brighter, Zhang Hui would have immediately turned into a hedgehog, and now he was hit by three arrows in succession. These were all heavy arrows that could break armor, and some were from the Jin Army.
The refined iron chisel arrow captured in the hand.
Fortunately, none of the arrows hit any vital points, and Zhang Hui's armor was extremely strong.
This is not a unified armor made by craftsmen of the Ding Navy, but a sophisticated piece of equipment specially imported with huge sums of money after meeting with the big shots of the Southern Song Dynasty at the end of last year. This armor has a name, it is called "Black Lacquer Shunshui Shanzi Iron Armor"
, not counting the robe and hood, the armor itself cost more than 80 guan, and a horse had to be used to replace it.
Zhang Hui wore an extra set of chain mail made by Ding Haijun inside his armor. The vital points on the chest and abdomen under the chain mail were extra padded with cowhide, so now he held his usual spear in one hand and moved the shield forward in his left hand.
First gear, keep moving forward!
Behind him, dozens of soldiers also held shields and moved forward with arrows.
After three or five breaths, the two sides fought hand to hand.
Zhang Hui still attracted the most enemies, but his martial arts skills were truly outstanding, and his movements were even more swift and powerful. After using his shield to block several cuts and stabs from the scimitar, he held the spear in his backhand and stabbed wildly, killing the people in front of him one after another.
Three Mongolian warriors, one of whom has a golden ring around his neck, is obviously the famous Batuer.
As a result, the momentum of the Mongols' charge was dampened, and the Ding navy officers behind Zhang Hui cheered in unison.
Lao Liu even shouted loudly to his companions: "Did you see that? Without their horses, the Mongols' combat effectiveness is less than 30%! When it comes to fighting on foot, we are the ancestors!"
The companions all said: "Brother Liu is right!"
Zhang Hui at the front quickly received support from his subordinates. The soldiers of the Ding Navy used shields to bump into each other and used various long and short weapons to continuously kill the Mongols. Once they took advantage of a certain focus of the fighting, they immediately seized it.
Opportunity strikes hard.
The one who made the fastest progress was Zhang Hui. He threw away his spear and now held a long knife to kill. The several servants behind him all carried iron bars to assist. No matter what kind of damage Zhang Hui's long knife caused,
The result of the battle, whether it was minor injuries, serious injuries, or just staggering back, there must be a soldier who waved the iron rod desperately and then smashed it.
The power of the iron rod was so great that when it was swung, a fierce wind blew, crushing the enemy to death several times. If it weren't for the fact that Meng Cong's physical strength was exhausted very quickly and he had to take a break from time to time to calm his breathing, Zhang Hui would have rushed directly into the depths of the Mongolian army.
, and faced Shiji Hutuhu!
The Mongols soon became exhausted.
After all, cavalry's tactics, combat skills, and infantry combat are very different. The Mongolian knights on horseback are not afraid of any enemy, and have countless ways to suppress and destroy the enemy. But the flip side of the cavalry's proficiency in tactics is that it is inevitable to fight on foot.
sloppy.
At this moment, the two parties were engaged in a foot battle. Almost every Mongolian felt that the Ding navy officers in front of them were skilled in cooperation, excellent in martial arts, and not bad in physical strength. In front of them, the Mongols had to retreat!
What was even more troublesome was that the Mongols heard the neighing of war horses.
It was not one of our own war horses. The terrain to the east of Shigang was so rugged that even the Mongolians who were good at riding would have difficulty riding up high at night. The few nobles who led the troops all came up step by step with their own horses. Therefore,
, here comes the cavalry from Ding Haijun! Ding Haijun is located to the west of Liaoshi Gang, where the terrain is open, and the cavalry’s movement is much more convenient than that of the Mongols!
The Mongols are a nation on horseback. They understand the power of cavalry better than anyone else, so it is easier to imagine what will happen next: their side will defend on foot in a high-slope battle with limited room for maneuver, and the navy will repeatedly attack with cavalry...
Shi Ji suddenly knew that the Ding Navy had an iron futu cavalry, which was best at launching sudden attacks at critical moments and launching strong attacks. Although it was dark at the moment, it was not conducive to heavy cavalry operations, but who could say for sure?
Climbing the Liaoshi Hill a step too late actually created such an unfavorable situation, which made Shi Ji suddenly go crazy with rage.
When Zhao Jue led the cavalry to charge up the stone hill, he could not find the Mongols at the first moment. He only saw Zhang Hui laughing and feeling very proud.
This was a face-to-face, head-on victory, not the result of trickery! For Zhang Hui, who prides himself on his bravery, it is naturally worth bragging about for a long time.
Zhao Jue moved his horse forward, interrupted Zhang Hui's laughter, and then asked: "Have you ever seen Pusan Anzhen? The envoy wants us to find him as soon as possible!"
"Well……"
Zhang Hui's mood was still very exciting. He really didn't expect this when he was fighting. At this moment, his mind suddenly changed. He had no direction at the moment. Then he raised his finger and pointed at the remaining Jurchens on the mound: "They are probably there!
Gotta look for it!”
The place where the Jurchens gathered became a battlefield for the Dinghai navy and the Mongols. This caused many casualties to them, and the smell of blood in the crowd was overwhelming. Most of the uninjured Jurchens were stunned, and they only knelt down and bowed in a dense crowd.
It looks like a large black beetle.
Zhao Jue ordered two lieutenants: "Go and inquire carefully immediately, and be polite. If you want to call us servants and missionaries, just say that we are here to support."
Two lieutenants immediately took people there.
He also ordered two lieutenants: "Take all the men to search the surrounding fields, with the material stone hill as the center. In groups of five, spread out for five, no, ten miles. Let the soldiers light more pine torches and brighten their eyes. No.
negligence!"
Two more lieutenants took the order and urged the cavalry to set off.
Zhao Jue thought for a while and then ordered two lieutenants: "Lead the troops to follow the Mongols and see what they gain."
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