Where is the sword of the reborn eagle

No one dared to say that they should be strong and strong. There are less than 14 men between the ages of 60 and 2000.

After a few simple drills, I dare not expect them to go to the city to kill the enemy, just to maintain the law and order in the city.

Or to put it more frankly, once they are organized, there will be no problem with the security of the city.

"Listen, people above the walls, I came here to capture Monk Wanyanchen, a native of the Jin Kingdom, as long as I hand him over, I will never hurt a Xixia person."

Subotai glanced at the high city wall and frowned. He didn't like to fight such tough battles the most.

Therefore, first use language to alienate, if it works, it will save a lot of twists and turns.

"You are Subutai, right? It is rumored that you are one of the four dogs under Temujin's tenure, so you only bark there? This general is Monk Wanyanchen. Since you are here, you will become a lost dog."

"Four dogs? Dead dogs too! Hahaha"

Monk Wanyan Chen laughed loudly, and the defenders on the city suddenly lost their nervousness.

"Take advantage of your words, come, two thousand-man teams, shoot in volley"

This is a common trick used by the Mongols. Iron cavalry came rushing in, and they didn't even have time to prepare for the most basic "ladder".

"Vertical Shield"

Monk Wanyan Chen also shouted, and an eight-foot-high wooden shield was immediately erected on the city wall.

Although it was made of wood, it was three inches thick. The two men erected a wooden shield and lined up densely on the city wall.

It has been a year since we fought against the Mongols, and whether it is defending the city or fighting in the field, Monk Wanyanchen has gained a certain amount of experience.

Wooden shields like Shoucheng are easy to make, but they can be made from local materials, but they are really effective.

The Mongols, two thousand-man teams, fired three consecutive volleys, but to no avail.

"The volley continues. The first thousand-man team will build a ladder to attack the city, and then another thousand-man team will directly attack the city gate."

Four thousand-man teams entered the battlefield, two salvoed from behind, one went straight to the city gate, and the toughest one rushed under the city wall and began to climb the city with a ladder.

The gates of the city had already been blocked with clay from inside the city. Let alone a thousand Mongols armed with knives and guns, even if there were carts rushing to the city, they would return without success.

Instead, another team of thousands of people who were building a ladder quickly divided into dozens of groups and began to build a ladder.

When the ladder was halfway up, the thousand-man team who fired in salvo stopped shooting arrows, for fear of hurting their own people.

And Monk Wanyan Chen, who was in charge of commanding on the top of the wall, saw the scene below from the gap in the female wall, and immediately gave an order.

"Remove the wooden shield, the spearmen stepped forward to assassinate the Mongols who climbed the city, and the archers scattered indiscriminately."

The defenders of the city were divided into three groups, not only by the number of people, but also by the reasonable matching of related arms.

The party members of Xixia are also a nation that lives on horseback. Everyone can ride and shoot, and any sergeant can become an archer.

Take these 800 people as an example, in addition to the more than 200 people who erected the shields just now, there are more than [-] spearmen, and there are about [-] archers left.

The 4000 Mongols under the city, especially the [-] who participated in the siege, happened to be within the range covered by bows and arrows, not to mention the defenders, who were condescending.

Five hundred archers immediately opened their bows and released their arrows.

Four thousand Mongols gathered under the city wall, which was no more than twenty or thirty feet wide, were living targets.

"Don't save your energy. After each person shoots thirty arrows, change to another team of archers."

After two rounds of scattering, Monk Wanyan Chen saw that the effect was remarkable, and immediately issued the latest order.

The five hundred archers desperately wanted to shoot the arrows in their hands quickly.

"Stand back and take your shield and cover yourself."

In just one meal, the Mongolian soldiers lost hundreds of people, and many more people were injured by arrows of varying severity.

And the team of thousands who attacked the city gate reported that the city gate had been completely sealed from the inside and could not be breached.

Subotai sounded annoyed and had to order the withdrawal of troops.

Set up camp ten miles away from the city, while letting the sergeant seize the time to build the ladder, while counting today's losses.

The results came out quickly. In the first battle today, the Mongolian army lost more than 800 people, and more than 70 were seriously injured. It seemed that they were hopeless.

It was dusk, and as a veteran general in the army, Subotai would not be frightened by such casualties.

After a hasty meal, he personally went to the artisan camp to supervise the progress of the building of the ladder.

The so-called craftsman battalion consisted of dozens of people from the Kingdom of Jin they coerced. In order to speed up the progress, they even recruited two hundred soldiers to participate in it.

Simple ladder building, as long as there are enough materials and hands and feet, there is no big problem.

Tossing until the middle of the night, more than 50 ladders were built, and the width of the walls of the unknown small city was enough to attack several rounds.

Subotai dragged his tired body back to his tent, took a few sips of kumiss, lay down with his clothes on, and fell into a deep sleep.

"Eldest brother, you bring twenty brothers who have some knowledge of qinggong over there, and all the Mongolian army's tents, food and grass, including the ladder built tonight, were all burned."

"Don't love to fight. The time limit is two incense sticks. When the time comes, even if you don't complete the task or have a better opportunity, you must withdraw to me."

"I believe that Monk Wanyan Chen's loyal and filial army will seize this opportunity."

The [-] King Yan Guards led by Chen Xuanfeng had already assembled nearby, but the purpose of this trip was to provoke the "interaction" of the other three parties, but they could not trap themselves.

Chen Xuanfeng left with twenty guards who were born in the rivers and lakes. They were dressed in the attire of soldiers from the Kingdom of Jin, and no one could guess their true identities.

Subotai still understands the principle of preventing the enemy from attacking at night, and has already arranged night defenses.

However, how big is a military camp of 2 people, and how can it be tightly guarded?

Especially in the eyes of an expert like "Bronze Corpse" Chen Xuanfeng, the hasty camping was full of loopholes.

He led the crowd without even disturbing the Mongolian soldiers on duty at night.

It is almost the fourth watch of the day, and it is the time when people are most sleepy.

The Mongolian army rushed in, and it was considered a small setback during the day. Although morale was not affected, I still held back my energy. I have to wait until dawn tomorrow to teach the damn Xixia people a good lesson.

Therefore, most Mongolian soldiers have already fallen asleep soundly, and they can only fight after sleeping well.

Chen Xuanfeng divided the crowd into four teams, one team of five, set fire in four directions, and retreated after two sticks of incense.

But he himself went to look for the artisan camp. The Mongolian soldiers sent a team of thousands of people to cut down trees, which had already been noticed by them.

Before Chen Xuanfeng found the Artisan Camp, he heard people shouting from the direction of the northeast corner.

One of the teams that had been separated out actually touched the horse pen of the Mongols.

These boys were also quite bad, each of them poured the kerosene they carried with them on the buttocks and tails of several horses, and at once twenty or thirty horses were loaded with kerosene.

Then, he lit the horse's tail with a torch, and quickly opened the fence gate of the stable.

Can the taste of being burned feel better?

Twenty or thirty horses quickly tossed and ran around in the stables, but unfortunately they couldn't extinguish the fire on their bodies.

Animals are born afraid of fire, and horses are no exception. Although only twenty or thirty horses were caught up, they couldn't hold them back and toss about desperately.

Seeing that the fence gate was wide open, he rushed out.

In an instant, the entire northeast corner of the Mongolian camp became chaotic, knocking down the brazier illuminated in the camp, and breaking open the tents where the soldiers lived.

Many sergeants who heard the sound and ran out to check the movement were also knocked to the ground and trampled past.

Fortunately, this is just a horse pen, and 2 war horses are divided into four pens for breeding.

Even so, it gradually spread to the entire camp, and Subotai, who had just entered his dream, was awakened.

"General Qi, one of the stables was swept away by chaotic horses, and half of the camp was affected."

A messenger came to report a long time ago.

"Assemble the team and gather the random horses quickly."

At this time, Subotai thought it was an accidental incident, and did not expect the enemy's attack.

When most of the sergeants went to gather the chaotic horses, the other three teams of King Yan's guards also poured the kerosene they had with them on several tents.

One of them is where Mongolia hoards grain and grass, but unfortunately it is a little less, presumably only a part of grain and grass.

Several camps were ignited almost simultaneously.

Only then did Subotai realize that an enemy had sneaked in.

"Divide half of the people to fight the fire, and the rest will line up outside the camp gate"

Sure enough, the Mongolian army is well-trained, and Subotai can be regarded as a decisive person in killing, but today's luck does not seem to be on his side.

The Mongolian army had just left more than 1000 people from the camp gate, and an army rushed towards them.

First, two rounds of volleys brought down hundreds of Mongolian cavalry troops, and then the two armies collided.

"cut through"

Just hearing the other side's leading general yell, [-] brave "heavy cavalry" ran over to the gate of the Mongolian army's camp like a torrent of steel.

"General, a group of people rushed in from outside the camp. The banner is the loyal and filial army of the Kingdom of Jin. Even our two thousand-man teams can't stand it."

"It's the loyal and filial army again, come here, follow me and kill them out"

It is impossible not to kill it, the fire is getting bigger and bigger, and there is no possibility of saving it.

Subotai assembled more than 3000 Mongolian warriors, brandishing the scimitar in their hands, and rushed to the gate of the camp first.

After all, the space at the gate of the camp was limited, and with the death of so many people and horses, the speed of the "Zhongxiao Army" had to be slowed down.

The lieutenant general of the "Loyal and Filial Army" saw that this could not go on like this. If the Mongolian army reacted, his 500 people would not be enough to cut down.

"The front team becomes the rear team, alternating cover and retreat"

"The front team becomes the rear team, alternating cover and retreat"

"The front team becomes the rear team, alternating cover and retreat"

The order to retreat was continuously passed on by the soldiers of the "Loyal and Filial Army".

There is no way, at night, you can only convey orders with your own voice.

They were fighting everywhere, and both sides had no formations. After all, there were many Mongolian soldiers, and some small units of the "loyal and filial army" were also besieged and divided.

At this time, if Monk Wanyan Chen was around, he would definitely fight his way out with his own bravery.

The deputy general has been with him for several years, and he knows what to do now, but it's a pity that his personal ability is not up to it.

The "loyal and filial army" that was actually withdrawn has just over 1000 people, and the deputy general's heart is bleeding. This is the lifeblood of the general!

Before it was too late to be sad, the deputy general withdrew the "loyal and filial army" in his early thousand to the east.

He knew that the gate of the nameless town was completely blocked, and he couldn't enter the city even if he ran westward, so he might as well go eastward in the opposite direction, at least 100 miles to the east was the Xiajin border.

At this time, Subotai had already reached the gate of the camp.

"Come here, gather all the Mongolian warriors quickly, and kill all the remnants of the Zhongxiao Army of the Jin Kingdom in the camp."

"Commander Tadu, I order you to take three thousand Mongolian warriors to hunt down the fleeing Zhongxiao Army. They only have 1000 people. You don't need to get too close, just greet them with bows and arrows."

"They are heavy cavalry, and their speed is not as good as yours. If you consume them, I will consume them to death!"

Ta Du took the order, mobilized [-] Mongolian cavalrymen, and followed the escape route of the "Loyal and Filial Army" and chased them down.

Subotai was completely blown away, and he came here with [-] Mongolian cavalry. The minimum requirement he gave himself was to capture Monk Wanyan Chen, and then take down Yinzhou City.

Just in Yinzhou City, waiting for Wo Kuotai's arrival.

Unexpectedly, the pleasure brought by the previous victory and massacre of the city has not dissipated, and his army suffered repeated setbacks within a day.

Judging from the current situation, the camp cannot be kept at all. If these Mongolian warriors want to continue to live, they must build another city as soon as possible.

It turns out that there is no way to go back to that small town. After two days of ransacking, there is nothing worth nostalgic about, but the nameless town in front of me seems to be a tough nut to crack...

While Subotai was thinking wildly, the battle in the camp was over.

Except for those who fled sporadically, most of the remaining knights of the "Loyal and Filial Army" were cut to pieces.

No one surrendered. In this case, it is impossible for the Mongolian army to accept surrender.

The fire in the camp was still burning, and the dazzling fire spread far away.

On the top of the nameless town, Monk Wanyan Chen also stood there watching.

The guarding soldiers around were all cheering, and even the local guards rarely climbed up the city wall in person.

Monk Wanyan Chen's heart was hard to calm down.

He knew that those were his fifteen hundred and one brothers, fighting with their lives against the Mongols.