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Chapter 487

In all wars, it is often after the outcome is known that the truly large number of casualties can begin to occur.

For example, the Song army fled, trampled on each other, killed each other to seize the road, and a large number of people abandoned their weapons and surrendered.

Otherwise, more than [-] people, as long as they do not surrender or be defeated.Even if [-] Mongolian soldiers hacked at one knife at a time, they would not be able to finish it in a day and a night.

Meng Ge showed up to motivate the three armies, in order to make the Song army lose quickly.

There must be victory and defeat before major casualties.

So morale is very important.

Maybe it was a little bit worse, maybe it was a lot worse. At that time, no one knew how long the heartstrings of the soldiers of the Song Army could be stretched.However, Meng Ge couldn't hold it anymore.

As soon as he died, everyone knew that the Song army would never retreat, let alone surrender.

Then, the Mongolian army, which was ten times larger than the Song army, could only be defeated.

It has nothing to do with combat power or numbers.

If Shi Tianze's [-] Han troops are willing to stay and fight for three days and three nights, they will definitely be able to kill the Song army; if the more than [-] Mongolian troops can work together, they will definitely be able to kill the Song army...

But war is not such a simple calculation.

It's people's hearts.

Khan is dead, even if he kills the Song army, so what?

Every soldier knows well that it is impossible for more than a hundred thousand people to work together.

That's very simple, whoever escapes first will live.

Laggards, die.

A large number of casualties began to appear from the rout...

"Withdraw! Withdraw!"

Shi Tianze roared: "Go north! Shuai Qi follows!"

He reined in his horse and left, with a clear purpose, to go north, cross the Qu River, follow the Micang Road to Hanzhong, and then return to Heshuo.

As for Brother Zongwang Mo?

Shi Tianze no longer has Brother Mo in his eyes, he only thinks that Kublai Khan, King of Monan, has regained the power of commander...

"Beautiful!"

On the battlefield, Meng Boyang turned over again, swung his knife and chopped off a Mongolian riding a horse who came to order him to continue attacking the Song army, grabbed the reins, and got on the horse.

"Follow the handsome flag!"

Meng Boyang yelled, and the veins on his forehead burst out.

He was not so desperate in the fierce battle with the Song Army just now.

If you are one step late, you will die...

Zhang Jue had already killed him, picked up his big axe again, and chopped at the enemy.

"Cover and kill! Kill the prisoner!"

The Song army stabbed wildly with their spears, stabbing those Mongolian soldiers who hadn't reacted yet off their horses...

The sun had completely sunk in the mountains to the west, and the night was dark.

The panicked Mongolian army couldn't see the handsome flag, and many people rushed to Shizi Mountain.

Zhang Jue has changed his style of play and shouted: "Drive out the routs! Drive out the routs!"

He no longer wields the axe, it is too slow to slash with the axe.

The Song army was ordered by him to line up horizontally, only stabbing those recalcitrant people who tried to resist, and drove the Mongolian army to the cowardly Xue army who were still charging on Shizishan...

"what!"

There was a loud scream.

In fact, many Mongolian soldiers didn't even see where the Song Army was. They saw the comrades in front of them crying and rushing forward, turning around and running away.

On the hillside, Gu'a led the cowardly Xue army and wanted to restore the situation, but the rout had already rushed in front of them.

"Whoever dares to charge will be killed!"

"Fire arrows!"

The cowardly Xue army was still shooting arrows, and the defeated army had rushed in.

The scimitar slashed wildly, in order to save the road and survive, the defeated soldiers no longer cared who was in front of them...

At the same time, the sound of gold ringing on the mountain was loud, Brother Mo had already ordered the army to quickly cross the Jialing River and retreat to the south bank.

Gu La himself was also in a state of disarray, he couldn't stop these rout soldiers at all, so he wanted to retreat, but the cowardly Xue army was already in chaos, merged into the torrent of rout soldiers, and fled everywhere.

These old guards were all descendants of Mongolian aristocrats, and they are no longer comparable to the Qi Xue army of Genghis Khan.

The death of the Great Khan, the defeat, the Mingjin... Gula's mind was in turmoil.

"Let's go, handsome!"

"Go!"

There are soldiers guarding Gula to leave.

Gula turned his head, thinking of guarding the Khan's body.

He resolutely raised his machete.

"Marshal! Let's go!" The soldiers were already begging.

"Warriors of the Great Mongolian Kingdom!" Gula roared, "You forgot..."

The next moment, he was knocked to the ground.

Just when he wanted to get up, a pair of feet had already stepped on him.

Those soldiers who still wanted to hold him let go, turned around and fled.

Gu Shui swung his scimitar, chopping down four or five defeated soldiers.However, before he stood up, his arm hurt and the scimitar fell from his hand.

More and more people stepped on his body.

He has lost his voice...

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Li Xia tried hard to suppress the excitement in his heart, trying to see the scattered Mongolian army clearly.

What he wants to kill more is Wang Zhongchen's department, which is related to the next recovery of Hanzhong.

But night has fallen, and the ever-changing situation on the battlefield has made it impossible to perfectly implement the strategic plan.

Wang Zhongchen was the one who could even give up the position of commander-in-chief to his younger brother. He was so rational that he immediately led the troops to retreat westward.

After all, the Mongolian army is Ma Kuai, Shi Tianze and Wang Zhongchen, who will flee if they see something bad, are hard to hide and kill.

Therefore, Zhang Jue took the opportunity to drive the rout troops to Shizishan, and rout most of the Mongolian army.

This was contrary to what Li Xia wanted, but it was indeed the best choice at this time.

One, Meng Ge's body, the Mongolian kings and important ministers were all in the Shizishan camp, and most of the soldiers and horses were the Mongolian thousands of families, the cowardly Xue army, and the proton army. The real Mongols had the most credit for killing;
Second, these Mongolian troops had no time to mount their horses on the mountain.

Three, the south is the Jialing River. The Mongolian army wants to cross the pontoon bridge and hide and kill to the riverside. The effect is the best...

Seeing the opportunity, Li Xia immediately gave up chasing Wang Zhongchen's troops and ordered the Song army to surround Shizishan from both sides.

"The wounded retreat! The rest maintain their strength and pursue!"

"Drive out the rout, and those who dare to turn back and resist will be killed immediately!"

"Those who dare to organize a rout will be killed immediately..."

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"Song Jun is here!"

"Go!"

The river is very windy.

Tens of thousands of Mongolian troops have gathered on both sides of the river, stretching for nearly twenty miles.

The Mongolian army who were still in formation crossing the river looked back and saw a black patch behind them, and the panicked rout soldiers had rushed over.

The scene was chaotic.

Earth-shattering cry.

"Beautiful!"

"Pfft..."

On the other side of the Jialing River, Zongwang Moge had been carried up a hill.

Today, all the generals think that his command is wrong.

But it turns out, he was right all along.

He hugged the pillar on the watchtower, so Meng Ge was seriously injured, Bochali died, and only he was the least injured.

Afterwards, he thought that Meng Ge was seriously injured and it was not appropriate to stay in Shizishan anymore, and he should retreat as soon as possible, but Meng Ge accused him of being cowardly.

The results of it?
If it was according to Brother Mo's idea, Brother Meng would have retreated across the Jialing River at this time.

Even if Shi Tianze couldn't resist the Song army and retreated back to the Shizishan camp, what was the loss of some Han troops?
It's just a defeat, and it will definitely not be in the current tragedy.

Even Brother Mo didn't agree with the siege of Diaoyu City before.

Going east along the river, taking Lin'an, Zhao and Song were all destroyed.A small mountain city, what is the need to take it down?
At this time, watching the Mongolian army on the other side of the river being scattered by the rout, Brother Mo coughed and gave several orders in succession.

"Pass down the order that soldiers who have lost their horses are not allowed to cross the river."

Brother Mo didn't blindly want to save more soldiers.

He knew that in this land of Sichuan and Sichuan, people who lost their horses could not go back, and would only drag down the army.

"Send a messenger to Chongqing...tell them that the Mongolian Kingdom can withdraw its troops, and that during the peace talks, the Song people are not allowed to attack the army."

Brother Mo believed that Song Ting would agree to this request because of the pressure from Jinghu and the national strength of the Mongolian Kingdom.

After saying these two words, he felt a severe pain in his lungs.

But there is one last order.

"Pass down the order, we must...send Da Khan across the river."

This is very important right now.

After saying this, Brother Mo only felt that the night was so cold that he, a person from the north, couldn't bear it.

He waved his hand, intending to evacuate.

He planned to lead the army from west to north, control the strength of Yang Dayuan in the old city of Hezhou, drive him as a guide, and return to Hanzhong first.

Suddenly, a soldier stepped forward.

"Prince Zong, the generals who just crossed the river said..."

After hearing the words, Brother Mo coughed twice again.

"Don't talk nonsense." He replied.

But his mind couldn't help but move away from the battlefield.

……

Back then, it was Brother Mo, Batu and others who supported Meng Ge as Khan.

Now, it's time for Khan to hang up again.

Although Brother Mo is not qualified to inherit the position of Khan, but also as the son of Tuo Lei, he must let the position of Khan be passed on in Tuo Lei's family.

Yulong replied that he was too young to have a chance.

Xu Liewu, Xizheng has gone too far.

Kublai Khan, Brother Ali, who should pass this news on?

……

"My brothers, you are lucky to have a good Eji."

Thinking in his heart, Brother Mo didn't turn his head to look at the other side of the river.

No matter how heartless he is, he doesn't dare to look more...

(End of this chapter)