Chapter 402

Liulang's attack formation was arranged in this way, with five thousand troops directly belonging to him.

Among them, the cavalry of 1,500 were led by four ladies, and they could only come in handy when the enemy fled.

The sunlight was scattered indifferently on the battlefield, and the swordsmen climbed up the hillside like ants. The flashes of weapons and armor were bright and dazzling. Whether it was the soldiers on the offensive side or the defending side, their eyes gradually became violent, and their fear and uneasy prompted them to face the enemy and kill each other.

After breaking out of the wooden wall, they came to the first trench. The attacking knifemen laid the wooden boards prepared in advance on the trench. People ran across the trench from the wooden boards and rushed towards the enemy's defensive camp.

After the first trench, the Mongolian soldiers arranged a team of archers here. When the attacking party was building wooden boards on the trench, they hid behind and launched a round of arrow rain towards the knife hand. The vanguard of the attacking party on the Liulang side also prepared a large number of shields. Although this round of arrow rain also caused some casualties, the loss was minimal.

After all, it was a condescending charge, and the terrain was not dangerous. The areas that needed defense were too wide. The number of Mongolian soldiers was not enough at present. The swordsman vanguard troops raised their shields to resist the rapid shooting of the Mongolian army. Under their cover, the soldiers behind them started to clear the protective fortifications blocking them. Behind them, the archers of the attacking side also began to exert their power and suppress the archers of the Mongolian army.

Arrows were flying back and forth in the air, and soldiers from both sides fell from time to time. The injured soldiers were waiting to die and fell on the hillside, making miserable calls from their mouths. The call floated over the field with the wind, which was creepy.

The living soldiers do not care about their dead or dead companions. They make meaningless shouts from their mouths, rushing forward without hesitation, killing the enemy, or being killed by the enemy, to get real relief. This is the fate of an ordinary soldier on the battlefield.

The Mongolian soldiers used various protective fortifications to block the attack of the attacking party, making the knife hands unable to advance faster. They prepared a large number of crossbow machines on this line.

The Mongolian soldiers knelt on one knee, squatted with one knee and half knee, stood upright, and held the flat crossbow body with both hands to shoot.

The power of crossbow arrows is greater than that of bows and arrows, and the accuracy is guaranteed within a range of dozens of steps. These crossbow arrows have brought a large amount of damage to the attacking swordsmen.

Even though there were many casualties, the swordsmen had already started to fight their lives, and their impact on their offense was not very big. They quickly cleaned up the protective fortifications behind the first trench, and were about to meet with the defending Mongolian army. However, before they got closer, the swordsmen retreated like a tide and retreated behind the second trench.

The attacking swordsman did not hesitate. Under the command and command of the leader of the swordsman, they continued to rush forward, and the enemy's retreat without fighting allowed them to see hope for victory.

Seeing that the vanguard troops had gained an absolute advantage, Liulang sent an order: Launch the general attack!It is necessary to wipe out the Mongolian army under Woniugang!

With a command, the sound of war drums resounded throughout the field. The swordsmen rushed towards the Mongolian soldiers on the distant hillside with the command of the military flag. They were densely packed and black, and looked particularly amazing.

The shouts of killing floated over the field, and the soldiers from both sides were entangled, intertwined, moving up and down the hillside, like two waves colliding.

The Mongolian soldiers failed in the attack, which led to a major escape. However, they relied on their well-equipped equipment and rebuilt fortifications in the gap between battles. However, due to time, they just put the undamaged obstacles back on.

Therefore, when the second tier of the army attacked, their attack speed was much faster. After the two armies shot against each other through the trench, a short-term situation quickly formed.

The swordsmen are fighting bravely. Only by killing the enemy on the other side can they survive. At first, they may still fight with the intention of making achievements, getting promoted and making money, but later, they just simply wanted to survive.

Live to the death, this is the only law of survival on the battlefield.

At the critical moment, Wudi and several leaders also took the lead. Wudi personally cut the heads of more than a dozen defeated timid swordsmen on the battlefield.

The ten heads that retreated and were cut off were too stimulating to the swordsmen. The swordsmen at all levels led their own soldiers to drive their soldiers to attack the hillside continuously. When one fell down, the other person filled it up, and only allowed to move forward and not retreat. If anyone turned around, he would face the enemy in the future, he would definitely be shot and killed by the supervisory team or chopped off his head.

Under the pressure of having to die if they don’t move forward, they all fought bravely, fearlessly, and frantically waved their weapons, harvesting the lives of the enemy until they finally fell down and were trampled into meat paste by their subsequent companions or enemies.

There were only about 500 people around Wudi, who were on the front line. They faced the siege of three thousand enemy troops, and they all fought back without fear. No one turned around and ran back, even though there was no supervising team behind them.

The sword hand who did not have a family naturally had no worries. He had a scar as big as a bowl of scar on his head. Anyway, after he died in battle, his soul would be eternal in heaven, and the God would bless him.

There is nothing to worry about when he becomes a family knifeman. The family has made proper arrangements. As the soldier's family, it would be a glorious if he dies in battle.

As long as you follow General Yang Liu, you will have a good life. General Yang Liu is the god who descends to the earth. He will definitely be able to lead us to create a kingdom of earth and heaven. At that time, everyone had fields, food, clothes, and houses, and children had books to read. Everyone was brothers and sisters, and there was no distinction between high and low, and they lived happily together.

They will never be exploited and oppressed by Mongolian nobles again.

The swordsmen believed in the situation of Liulang's description of the earth and heaven. For this reason, they are not afraid of fighting or sacrifice now. For a better future, for their families, and for their descendants, what's wrong with dying on the battlefield even if they die in battle!

Anyway, it’s a bad life, where can I not bury people in the yellow sand!

Because there was such a fierce flame in my chest and such a passionate hope flashing in my eyes, the five hundred swords were like crazy, and they still fought to the death in the face of the strong attack of the Mongolian army with superior forces.

From time to time, companions fell down by their side, and they ignored them, waving their swords calmly, fighting according to the formation they were during training, or dying.

Both sides were already red in their eyes. Usually, they suffered such great casualties, and the swordsmen had already escaped. However, now they forgot their fear and escape, and only know how to fight, fight, and stop until death.

However, their number was a little less. After a fierce battle, they finally fell below the risk...

At this time, Liulang personally led the central army to cover up and rushed into the enemy formation with purple jade and golden sword in his hand. He weaved a wire in the sky and weaved the net, killing the Mongolian soldiers crying and calling their parents. They fled everywhere. Those who had no time to escape became ghosts under the wire in the sky and wiped out the net.

Liulang's divine power further inspires the fighting morale of the knifemen.

The blue-eyed fox Xixi took the opportunity to set fire behind the Mongolian soldiers again.

The remaining more than 10,000 Mongolian soldiers were quickly surrounded by the sky-sky fire. The black smoke rolled, and the flames jumped unscrupulously. The soldiers were on fire, running left and right, running around in no direction. The black smoke from the fire blocked their sight. They could not find the direction to escape and had nowhere to escape. From time to time, they collided with their companions, fell to the ground, and were trampled to death by the scattered soldiers.

In the fire, there were screams and desperate calls for help.

Liulang's central army shot arrows while attacking.

The arrows were like rain, with a shrill whistling sound, and the knife hands did not need to aim at it at all. They just needed to keep pulling the strings and firing arrows. The running enemy troops had no defense, and almost every arrow would not fall into vain. A large number of Mongolian troops were lying densely in front of the hillside.

The flames soared into the sky on the hillside, and a large amount of black smoke blurred the entire Gushan Mountain. The black smoke dissipated with the wind, like a black dragon circling around the hillside, and only dissipated when it was about to climb to the clouds.

The Mongolian soldiers' governor looked into the distance in a daze, the enemy's camps appeared and disappeared in the rolling black smoke, the flames spread with the mountain wind, and the soldiers' howls drifted over in the wind, and gradually, the screams became silent.

Will my 30,000 army turn into ashes in an instant?

Silence slowly swallowed the entire battlefield.

Beside the Mongolian military commander, there was the last square formation of 3,000 people, and they were all cavalrymen, which was his last capital.

Because the army of swordsmen who discovered the uprising in advance gathered in Woniugang, he only brought three thousand cavalry. Now, is he leading these cavalry to escape?Or launch a final counterattack and fight to the death with the enemy?

These soldiers looked at the fire in the distance silently, feeling sad for their companions in the fire. Their eyes of their relatives in that team had become red. Of course, they were even more grateful that they were not in that team.

Morale dropped to its lowest point, and in the silence of everyone, depression, despair, and uneasiness prevailed.

The fire was still burning, but it was not far from extinguishing.

Now, there are swordsmen who are rushing down crazy everywhere. Someone in the Mongolian army shouted: Fight with them!

Unable to wait for the Mongolian soldiers to order an attack or retreat, the Mongolian army's cavalry outpost rushed towards the swordsmen who were rushing down the mountain without any hesitation.

Wudi picked up a knife from the ground, and it turned out that the curled blade that he had already cut could no longer be used.

Behind him, there was a cry of tsunami like a mountain collapse and a tsunami. The swordsmen rushed towards the Mongolian cavalry formation in their formation like a huge wave.

The sun sets, the sky gradually darkens, and the gorgeous sunset is in the west sky, which will be the last glory of the day.

From last night to now, the shouts of killing have not stopped. However, after so long, they have become weak after all. The moans of seriously injured soldiers waiting to die have gradually become the main theme of the battle.

Invincible rushed to the forefront, and he mechanically waved the steel knife in his hand.

In front of him, the bodies of soldiers from both sides were lying everywhere.

Some of them still had their eyes wide open, maintaining their expressions during battle. Death suddenly came upon them, which caught them off guard; some of them had their eyes wide open, but their eyes were filled with horror, which proved that when Black and White Impermanence found them, they clearly saw the faces of the Impermans; some closed their eyes tightly, as if they were extremely tired and lying on the ground and fell asleep. The end of their lives was also a kind of relief for them!

Taking advantage of the gap between battles, Wudi hurriedly adjusted his breathing to recover his strength. He was covered with blood on his body, most of which came from the enemy, and many of which came from himself.

He felt weak and rude in his limbs and his eyes were blurred. He knew it was the reason for excessive force, so he took a deep breath.

Put the horizontal knife on the mud in front of you, stand the handle of the knife with both hands, and look around.

The fields under the sunset are as red as if they are stained with a layer of blood. Under the bloody dusk, the battle is still continuing, but it has entered the final stage.

The Mongolian cavalry had been divided into several segments, and the war horses had no advantage of sprinting, so they could only be slowly eroded by the swordsmen.

The formation was no longer able to be retracted, and it was divided by a large number of sword hands, forming a situation where each of them fought.

At this stage, when there was no way out, no soldiers surrendered, and few were captured.

When the knife was cut off, they used bare hands. When the hand was cut off, they bit with their teeth. The loyalty composed of faith supported the Mongolian soldiers fighting to the last moment. Even at the moment of death, they did not give up such thoughts.

Not far away.

A senior Mongolian soldier general was surrounded by more than ten sword hands. After shouting and chopping over one sword hand, he was also overwhelmed by the sword hand hands. At the moment before his death, the expression on his face was passionate and smiling, as if he was going to visit a very respectful person's home.

After his head was cut off by a knife hand as a result, he still had such an expression on his face.

For him.Such death is considered to be the only one who dies!