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Chapter 809

The snowflakes were swept up by the strong wind, fell to the ground, and were soon trampled into blood.

A Song soldier was running in big strides, and his spear pierced through the back of a Mongolian soldier.

The Mongolian soldier originally had armor, but he took it off when he was stabbed, maybe it was to run faster, maybe it was because he was afraid that he would be drowned if he fell into the Yellow River... he was quite thoughtful in his panic.

The Song soldier pulled back his spear, continued to chase forward, rushed to the bank of the river, and stabbed another Meng pawn lying on the ice.

After the ice surface was stepped on by too many people, it was very slippery. After slipping and falling, Meng Zu tried to get up, his buttocks were raised high.As soon as Song Bing poked his spear, he poked it on the ice.

"Uh... please spare my life..."

The Mongolian soldier was nailed to the ice, unable to turn over, tried his best to turn his head, and begged, "I... I am not a Mongolian... I am from Taiyuan... Wenshui County... Wenshui..."

He wanted to live very much, his eyes were full of pleading, and he said the name of his hometown in his mouth, full of nostalgia.

Song Bing felt a force coming from the spear.

It was the last life force of the enemy impaled under the spear.

So the Song soldier pulled out his spear vigorously and poked it twice, stabbing the Mongolian soldier to death.

There is nothing to pity each other.

Because I have been in the army for a long time, I am used to it, I have become numb, and it is so cruel...

"Hozen! Hit the fallen wretches with a hammer, and go after those who dare to resist!" The team passing by yelled.

"Team is, are you chasing after?"

"Look and talk! Wait for the order!"

The team was waving a bloody knife and ran away in a hurry, cursing before leaving.

"Kill them to panic, make them afraid, understand?!"

Song Bing, who was scolded, scratched his head in embarrassment, pulled back his spear, poked the ice, and looked to the north. He was stunned by the scene in front of him.

The turbid waves looked very powerful, like a lunatic, holding up large ice cubes and smashing them, causing rows of ice to collapse one after another.

Like, a wheat field.

"Mother, why is there such a river..."

He is from Mian County, Hanzhong, unbelievable.

Speaking of the Han River, it is "a long distance between silver and Han River" and "the Han River is still rippling". Compared with it, the Yellow River is too irritable.

"River God is angry!"

Ordinary pawns couldn't understand the Yellow River, so they raised their spears, clasped their hands together, and bowed to the Yellow River before continuing to sweep.

A man holding a spear and chasing and killing Mengzu ran on the west bank. This was just the smallest scene in the entire battlefield.And thousands of such scenes constitute the defeat of tens of thousands of people fleeing frantically for their lives.

Finally, the explosion stopped, and the artillery on the top of the city went silent.

The ice floes piled up in one place, still bearing the beating of the waves.

Everything happened very quickly. From the first explosion to now, the Mongolian army is still running on the ice.

The ice surface on the Yellow River has calmed down a lot after it cracked for more than [-] miles.

But a terrible crack appeared on the glacier, and it was still expanding a little bit.

"Kada."

The sound of the ice cubes bursting was very clear and frightening.

"Follow me!"

"Follow me!"

The Song soldier then rushed up to the ice with his comrades, and they lined up to drive the Mongolian army away, causing panic.

I saw many Mongolian troops in front of a big crack.

Without hesitation, the soldiers of Song Dynasty stabbed up with their spears.

"what!"

"Song Jun is here!"

A Meng soldier heard the yell behind him, he didn't even look back, he didn't see how many Song soldiers were coming, he just pushed his comrades in front desperately.

"Quick! Quick!"

Finally, he saw the crack ahead.

It is more than seven feet wide, and you can jump across it with a hard jump. In the chaos, I saw some people who couldn't jump over, fell into the icy water of the Yellow River, and wailed.

He couldn't control this, so he pushed hard, and another Meng pawn in front of him jumped to the opposite side, and fled away without looking back.

So he was also ready to take off...

"what!"

Before he could gather strength, several hands pushed from behind him, pushing the pawn down the crack.

The water of the Yellow River was icy cold, so he swam desperately twice and climbed up to the opposite ice surface.

Immediately there was severe pain in his hand, Meng Zu who jumped over from behind had already stepped on his hand, before he could get up, another person fell on him.

"Grumbling..."

The surging river water had wrapped him under the ice surface, his eyes widened, and all he could see was the faint soles of his feet through the ice surface.

Hit the bottom of the ice hard, the sound is muffled.

"Boom."

One by one, Meng Zu who wanted to escape jumped over the ice and escaped over his head, but he could only struggle under the ice, suffocating.

~~
Zhang Hongzheng jumped and fell on the ice.

He crawled a few steps on his hands and feet before he relaxed, when he smelled a foul smell.

Taking a closer look, there was a corpse in front of him, and his hand was pressing on the filth from the incontinence of the deceased...

"vomit."

Zhang Hongzheng vomited so badly that he finally couldn't help crying.

There are tens of thousands of people crying and wailing on the entire battlefield, but he is the only one who can cry in a relatively safe environment.

He is 20 years old this year. He has practiced literature and martial arts since he was a child. He grew up in the military field. He often fought against the Song army by the Huaihe River. He is not without experience.

But it was the first time he felt the cruelty of the battlefield.

It is only in this kind of massacre that the generals born in such aristocratic families can experience a small amount of cruelty...

Zhang Hongzheng wanted to wipe away his tears, but he didn't move his hands. A stench had already spread to his nose, and he vomited again, unable to stop his tears at all.

Fortunately, they are the only soldiers and horses on the ice that still keep their formations, and they are almost reaching the east bank.

suddenly.

Another blast of ice...

"Let's go, General!"

The ice surface was arched open, and another crack was formed in an instant.

Amidst the screams, it is unknown how many soldiers fell into the Yellow River in an instant.

Zhang Hongzheng was so frightened that he didn't even bother to cry, and ran forward desperately.

In front of him, Zhang Hongfan led the soldiers to keep chopping down the yelling broken soldiers in front, which allowed Zhang Hongzheng to step over corpses and escape for his life.

Ice bursts, wind and snow, filth, screams... There were even intestines of the dead hanging on Zhang Hongzheng's feet.

Finally, he ran through this purgatory on earth, and ran to the solid ground on the east bank. Looking back, he saw at least [-]% of the soldiers of the Zhang family were isolated by the cracked ice, being pushed and shoved Fell into the Yellow River.

The men he brought out from Baozhou, the men who gambled with him were struggling in the icy water of the Yellow River, with their hands raised high.

"Why?!"

Zhang Hongzheng burst into tears.

Snot and tears flowed down, washing the blood stained on his face.

He grabbed Zhang Hongfan and wantonly vented his fear.

"Ninth brother, why are you! I told you to run away... I told you to run away! This is why you don't panic? Isn't it embarrassing enough?! What did you say when the sixth brother handed over the soldiers and horses to you! Five Brother is right, Li Xia is scary..."

Zhang Hongzheng, who was beaten and wept bitterly in this battle, didn't notice his brother's face, he was still chattering.

"Fifth brother said that you can save yourself if you don't do anything..."

"Snapped!"

This is the second slap of the day.

If Zhang Hongfan slapped him the first time out of haste, then this time it was out of anger.

He grabbed Zhang Hongzheng and said coldly: "Don't let me hear you mention Zhang Hongdao again, he will kill our whole family. Whether you understand it or not, remember it for me—I'm right , only I am keeping the family business."

After saying this sentence, Zhang Hongfan, who was protecting his family business, heard something shouting, and turned his head to look at the Yellow River behind him.

In the distance, the soldiers who had been left behind by him finally panicked because of the loss of their leader, and huddled together by the Yellow River, just like other soldiers and horses.

Song Jun caught up, but he didn't show any mercy because they were soldiers of the Zhang family, and drove his soldiers and horses down the Yellow River like ducks.

Ducks can swim, but those who fell into the water cannot climb up again.

Died without dignity.

Cruelty is always reserved for the defeated and defeated on the battlefield.

Zhang Hongfan stood in Hedong and looked at him, his eyes became red.

His will became more and more tenacious.

"I'm right, it's only me..."

~~
The water of the Yellow River slapped the piled ice floes, trying to push the entire ice surface forward, but it gradually failed.

When the sun was setting, the Song army also slowly retreated to the west bank.

Li Xia stood on a piece of solid ice, staring at the direction in which the Mongolian army retreated amidst the wind and snow.

There were cheers all around.

Although Li Xia was the winner, there was worry in his eyes.

In the battlefield of the cold weapon era, the Yellow River can almost be regarded as the most lethal weapon. Li Xia never thought of using it to attack Luoyang and Kaifeng downstream, but he deliberately planned to attract the Mongolian army to Hancheng. Annihilate the enemy army.

If it is later, when the ice surface is thinner, it will be a better time.

Of course, it is almost impossible to achieve the ideal effect in the first place.

With the strength of the Mongolian army, the ability to defend the various roads in Sichuan and Shaanxi to the present level has exceeded Li Xia's expectations.

For the time being, Li Zengbo, Lian Xixian, and Zhang Jue can all hold on.However, the battle reports from Tongguan and Wuguan have shown that it is almost impossible to hold on, and we can't wait any longer.

Li Xia wanted to draw troops from the Yellow River battlefield on the eastern front as soon as possible.

With less than 1 people confronting 8 to [-] people, to win, they have to draw troops to support other places... Only the Yellow River can help him.

Now is the time to check the results.

The war is still at an end, and Li Xia can only roughly estimate the situation.

Four to five thousand people were captured, including Minzhuang and Qukou, and it was not easy to distinguish them for a while.

Of the soldiers in charge of the pursuit, only those who rushed to the front could kill the Meng soldiers. The number of beheadings reported so far is actually not many, less than [-].

A lot of people were pushed, shoved, trampled to the ground, fell into the water and died, conservatively counting at least ten thousand people.

Counting this, Li Xia believes that the Mongolian army has at least 2 downsizing.

But the actual losses on the battlefield are far more than these. The escaped, hidden, and injured must not be a small number. Even if they can be recalled, it will take a lot of time.

Then, plus the more than [-] people who stayed behind and did not fight today, there are more than [-] people on the east bank of the Yellow River for the time being, and they are already a defeated army that is still in shock.

Thinking about this, if he is more cautious and counts too much, Li Xia will deduce it as if the Mongolian army still has [-] troops... The key is, how long will it take for such a Mongolian army to reorganize the attack?
Before the Yellow River melts into ice, it is inevitable that we will not be able to attack on a large scale.

What about small-cap offenses?How many troops does the Mongolian army dare to cross the river to attack within this month?

two thousand?Five thousand?Ten thousand?
Looking to the east, you can see that the snowflakes are getting bigger and bigger, falling on the river, but they haven't been able to cover the mess left by a war for the time being.

As for the answer Li Xia wanted, he couldn't see it with his eyes.

Before turning around, he closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, and then opened them. His previous thoughts and exhaustion were gone, and he still presented a confident expression in front of the soldiers...

This day is the 22nd day of the first lunar month, and far away, there are fast horses galloping.

"Report! Wuguan [-]-mile urgent report..."

(End of this chapter)