Boil the heavens

Some people were unwilling to be killed and cried and wailed, but more people were numb, kicked and knelt there blankly, waiting lifelessly for the killing to come.

"Kill!" General Jebe waved his hand lightly, dozens of heads fell off, and were kicked into the barracks forcefully by these executioners.

"No one left? Then continue to catch!"

Wave after wave of villagers were pulled over, and one after another, vivid faces turned into terrifying heads and flew in.

Gently caressed the eyes of a child who happened to fall in his arms, and put it down.

Closing his eyes, Yan Fei tried his best to calm his heart.

"General, let's send troops!" Yan Fei said to Meng Gong.

"Master Dao, if we are not prepared, our army is not the opponent of Mongolia. If we rush to send troops, once we are defeated, not only will the morale that has just been raised be lost, but we will also completely lose the ability to resist Mongolia. By then, Xiangyang will not be able to take back, and the army will be defeated." And unable to fight anymore, the Mongolian army drove straight in, and the damage caused was far beyond what these villagers could compare." Shaking his head, Meng Gong objected.

This battle is crucial, and Meng Gong dare not be careless.

"But if you don't fight at this time, and let the lieutenant officers and soldiers watch their compatriots being killed, the morale that has just been raised will only be defeated faster. If so, no matter how much the general prepares, he may not be able to defeat Mongolia." Live in Meng Gong, Yan Fei said sternly.

"General, please fight!" With Yan Fei taking the lead, the heroes of the rivers and lakes who had been scattered and chaotic just now shouted at the same time.

Unable to break free from Yan Fei's palm, Meng Gong looked at all the heroes in the rivers and lakes, and felt a little hard to get off the horse.

"General, the last general is willing to lead the troops of the headquarters to fight. If you win, you will never return!" At this time, Li Haiping, the deputy general, knelt down with his gun in his arms, and also called for the battle loudly.

"I'll call for a fight, we won't return!" After Li Haiping knelt down, most of the soldiers in the army knelt down at the same time, roaring loudly.

The heads brought back by Yan Fei and others ignited the flames of anger for them, dispelling the fear of the cold, and at this moment the wanton killing of the Mongols made the flames of anger rise rapidly and burn blazingly.

I don't have enough firewood myself, this kind of burning is only for a while, but it is enough for a while!

"You...you... well... whatever, let's fight!" The army's morale is hard to break, and Meng Gong knows that he can no longer avoid and fight.

"This battle is a mortal battle. Either the enemy dies or I die. I will not force anyone, and those who dare to die will automatically come out!" Li Haiping quickly mobilized before the battle, and his words were very simple, "In this battle, there is no one. According to the tactics, as long as you have a target, follow the general's flag, see the enemy clearly, and then rush up and kill him. If one person can't kill him, then two people, if two people can't, then ten people, this general will not be able to kill him. I will promise you any rewards, but I can assure you that unless I die, I will never take half a step back in this battle!"

Out of a total of 20 troops, 5 people stood up, and [-] of them were brought out by Li Haiping himself. With this ratio, Yan Fei, who came here with a group of heroes, really didn't know what to say.

The morale is too bad!

It is not just a matter of morale that so many people stand up because of such incentives!

"General Li, those of us from the rivers and lakes are here to serve as your vanguard and lead the army to fight. We are not as good as you, but in terms of personal strength, we still have some. To overcome difficulties, leave this task to us!" With the sigh of the army, Yan Fei said to Li Haiping with more than 200 heroes from the rivers and lakes.

"Thank you heroes!" Without politely declining, Li Haiping bowed deeply to everyone.

Ready to go, open the door.

With such a big movement in the camp, the Mongolian army outside would have noticed it long ago and had already prepared for it.

Looking at the open gate of the village, the corners of Zhebie's mouth twitched lightly, "These turtles have finally come out, order the various ministries to prepare for battle!"

kill!

The battle is on the verge of breaking out, and it has entered a white-hot stage from the very beginning.

The Mongolian army is all cavalry, and the general combat method is to use kite flying tactics to lure the enemy into deep and then break down one by one.

But facing the Song Army, which was almost all infantry, they didn't fly kites, it was unnecessary, but cavalry arrayed, charged and stomped!

Facing the charge of Jebe's cavalry, Li Haiping did not form an formation to block it, but charged forward directly with his subordinates.

"Please!" Li Haiping said in a voice that only he could hear, looking back at Yan Fei who was leading the heroes of the world to the two wings of the formation.

Li Haiping has been in the army for nearly ten years, and he is familiar with the art of war. Of course he knows the consequences of a collision between infantry and cavalry, but...he has no choice!

The Mongolian army is flexible in combat and cunning in tactics. It seems to be a frontal charge now, but once Li Haiping forms a formation and blocks it with spears and shields, they will immediately turn around, detour the two wings, and attack from the weak point of the two wings.

How can the mobility of infantry compare with that of cavalry?

If it's all-round defense, it's not impossible to stick to it at all, but what are they doing when they come out?

It's not for defense, and it's not for victory. They have only one purpose, and that is to kill the enemy!

Kill more Mongols!

Therefore, Li Haiping used his own army as a bait to lure you to charge and kill!

Spears and strong shields, Li Haiping put them at the end of the army formation. He wanted the Mongolian army to rush in, but they couldn't get out!

The cavalry lost their speed and became entangled with the infantry. At that time, it was time for a bloody battle!

Although they will sacrifice a lot, although they may not be able to wipe out the Mongolian army with explosive combat power in the end, it doesn't matter, as long as they can kill some Mongolian soldiers!

This battle is not a result of success or failure, it is a battle of spirit!

And Yan Fei and other heroes of the rivers and lakes are distributed on both sides of the army formation. After the Mongolian cavalry found that they could not rush out of the army formation in a straight line, they must turn to the two sides.

The two wings are weak, and they want to use their own superior force to block the momentum of the Mongolian cavalry from turning to charge!

Moreover, when the Mongolian cavalry rushed into the formation, they would inevitably cause heavy casualties to their own side, and fear and fear were inevitable. The role of Yan Fei and others was to lead by example, take the lead in killing morale and killing blood, and prevent any possibility of rout!

Soon, the cavalry rushed over.

A torrent of steel rushed into the Song Army's formation. Wherever it passed, all the soldiers of the Song Army were turned into flesh. Along with the rain of arrows, countless people fell down, and there was nothing that could stop them from advancing.

However, just as they were about to cut the Song Army into two, countless spears and shields stood in front of them.

A row, two rows, three rows were crushed...

But there are ten or twenty rows waiting for them!

Pentium's speed was finally blocked.

"kill!"

Shouting up to the sky, Yan Fei took the lead and led the Quanzhen people to unveil the bloody battle!

0057 draw sword

"Kill the horse first, then kill!" Accompanied by Li Haiping's loud roar, all Song Jun's knives slashed at the horse's leg.

In the vicissitudes of life on horseback, the Mongols are very good at controlling horses. It is not difficult for people to stand up and then wave their knives to deal with the Song army next to them, but at this time there are Song troops in all directions.

Although the standing horse has two legs in the air, it still has two legs standing on the ground.

Herod...

Amidst a burst of miserable wailing, batches of Mongolian war horses that were not tall but full of endurance fell helplessly to the ground.