end song

Chapter 814
"Go up?"

"Of course, how much strength do you think those birds on the top of the wall still have? Wait for me to kill that shit General Song, and get a generous reward."

The two brothers who were talking were He Wu and He Liu, who were originally village bullies, and because of their quick-witted personalities, they were able to get along well in the Mongol-Han army.

They also claim to understand the art of war and terrain, hoping to make contributions to the great Mongolian country and become a prince in another world.

Seeing that the time had come to break the city, He Wu climbed up the ladder while biting his knife.

His physical strength was extraordinary, he grabbed his hands, got up and jumped, he had jumped to the top of Baiyang Pass, and saw more than ten Mongolian soldiers fighting with the Song army on the top of the city.

The Song army lined up in a row, still trying to push the Mongolian army down with their formation.

"Stupid turtle!"

He Wu cursed in his heart.

It's fucking beaten up like this, these Song soldiers still haven't surrendered, let their physical strength go to the last point, and then they were killed. Isn't it stupid? What is it?
Either surrender and live, or lie down and die for a change of comfort.

The thought flashed by, and He Wu had already taken down the knife he was biting, with his knees slightly bent, ready to use his strength to kill General Song.

A big flag with the word "Liu" was held by a fifteen or sixteen-year-old Song Jun boy, holding it desperately.

There are a lot of kids like this in He Wu Village, with dull eyes and looks like they have no roots in their mother.

Looking at the front of the banner again, it is General Song, tall and burly, with no beard anywhere on his face, he looks like a wild boar, wheezing and poking around, in fact, he is so tired that he can't breathe .

Two Mongolian pawns were attacking, one of them slashed General Song's spear with his knife, and the other's knife slid down and cut General Song's palm.

"good chance!"

He Wu pounced.

At this very moment, he saw General Song looking towards him with a somewhat stunned expression, because he was frightened by He Laowu.

"elder brother!"

He Wu was pulled away, and a group of Mongolian soldiers rushed up behind him, pushing He Wu away and rushing towards the Song general.

——E Xiu Te!The credit is about to be robbed!

"He Liu, you dog whose life was kicked by a donkey..."

"Look! Song army reinforcements are coming!"

At the moment before turning his head, He Wu never believed that the Song Army had reinforcements.

He understands.

It is true that Wuguan Road is close to the Hanshui River Valley and also close to Xiangyang.

But no matter whether the Song army came from the west or the south, how many cities of the Great Mongolia had to pass by.

Junzhou, Dengzhou, Tangzhou, Nanyangfu, Neixiang, Shangnan, Danyang...

Can the Song Army take down these states and counties?cannot!
If you don't fight down, will Song Jun dare to detour?
Just Lu Wenhuan?

He Wu used to follow Shi Qianhu, Dong Wanhu, and Tachaer Zongwang to fight against Gundam when they fought against Fancheng.

As far as he is a small family, everyone knows that Lu Wenhuan is not as good as Gundam... Shi Qianhu said when he was drinking.

He Wu has turned his head.

To the south of Guancheng is a river valley, and the Wuguan River flows south into the Danjiang River. The Mongolian army was stationed in this valley to form a long snake formation.

Between the two mountains, a group of Song troops was quickly going up the Wuguan River and heading straight for the Mongolian army.

Because of this terrain, the strength of the Song army's reinforcements does not seem to be many, it seems that there is only a small one.But there was an endless stream of Song troops coming out from behind the valley, and it was impossible to know how many were still behind.

"Has Nanyang Mansion been lost? How strong is the Song Army?"

"It's not Lu Jiajun, why is it the word 'Li'?!"

"What? Lee?!"

"..."

There were shouts all around.

He Wu didn't care about these things, he just felt like a knife was piercing his heart.

After he became a centurion of the Mongol-Han army, he plundered a lot of money, bought houses and land in Nanyang, and raised many concubines.

Therefore, at this moment, he had only one thought in his mind.

"What happened to my money and women?!"

~~
"Kill the prisoner!"

The morale of the Song army was greatly boosted, and they stabbed the Mongolian army at the top of the city with their spears.

One inch is long and one inch is strong. The Mongolian soldiers did not bring long weapons when they climbed to the top of the city.

But now that the morale of both sides is changing, the Song army will naturally overwhelm them.

More importantly, the Mongolian soldiers under the city no longer climbed up.

As far as these Mongolian soldiers are concerned, since the enemy reinforcements have arrived, it is hard to say whether the battle will be fought or not. Why rush to climb to the top of the city to die?

Stop by one person, stop by ten people, stop by a hundred people...

The Mongolian soldiers who ascended the city first naturally became a lone army.

Amidst the screams, when He Wu turned around again, he saw that the comrades who had rushed up to grab the credit just now were stabbed to bloody flesh one by one.

The bearded General Song laughed loudly, his eyes were already staring over with murderous aura.

"go!"

He Wuyi pushed He Liu, and he was about to go down the ladder.

There were still five Mongolian soldiers hanging on the ladder, they hadn't noticed that the reinforcements from the Song army had arrived, and they were clenching their knives and concentrating on climbing.

Without saying a word, He Wu raised his knife and slashed.

"puff!"

Climbing on the top was a Jurchen from another centurion, who had been stabbed by He Wuyi in the shoulder, stunned, furious, and yelling curses.

"Galoolinga!"

Following the most vicious Jurchen words, He Wu cut him off the ladder again, and smashed the few people who were still climbing down the cloud together.

"Gah, mother!"

He Wu didn't stop, and immediately climbed down the ladder.

It can't be said that he was unhappy, but Song Jun was already lifting the ladder immediately.

The ladder was pushed hard, and He Wu's whole body immediately turned into a backward posture, so he quickly climbed down a few steps between the lightning and flint, and then took the initiative to jump down.

He slammed his body on several corpses, and a piece of broken wood came out of He Wu's stomach.

excruciating pain.

He Wu looked down and saw that the broken part of the wood was covered with his blood, and he didn't know how many wooden thorns were stuck in his body.

With a sound of "bang", a figure fell down in front of his eyes.

"Sixth!"

As far as the eyes could see, He Liu had already hit the ground like a sack, and his body was twisted as if his bones had been pulled out.

"Sixth!"

He Liu stared at those sluggish eyes, no longer alive.

He Wu was greatly mourned, pulled his body out from the broken log with great difficulty, and ran to the north while clutching his stomach.

Because the Song army from the south has already killed...

~~
When Shi Tongfu saw the reinforcements from the Song army, he thought it was Li Xia who had arrived, and was really taken aback.

But he quickly calmed down, and after carefully identifying it for a while, he confirmed that the winding Song Army flag was not Li Xia's Wang Banner.

In addition, Shi Tongfu was also very sure that the Song army did not capture any prefectures and counties in Nanyang Prefecture, otherwise there would be no news at all.

The Song army made a detour. As long as they blocked the first round of offensive, the Song army, which had gone deep alone, would be defeated immediately without supplies.

So Shi Tongfu ordered his soldiers to go south to block the valley.

He was still calm and still wanted to save the battle.

But a collapse in morale is like a landslide, and it cannot be stopped by manpower.

This is a river valley terrain, and the field of vision is not wide. When the Mongolian army discovered the Song army, it was too late, and it was too late to form a team.

Not only is the line of sight not open, but the front line cannot be opened.

On this side, the fresh army dispatched by Shi Tongfu was just about to go up, while the Song army on the other side had already killed the Mongolian army that was attacking the city.

Under Baiyang Pass, some Meng soldiers were still looking up at the pass city, and some were still in a state of bewilderment.

"South! South! Meet the enemy!"

The horns in the army were sounding, Shi Tongfu's order had just come, and the Song army had already raised the crossbow.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

It was too late to shoot back the arrows, and the Mongolian army in the southernmost point had been shot and fell, and the wounded were wailing.

"Kill!"

After two rounds of crossbow arrows, rows of spears had already arrived.

At the same time, the gate of Baiyang Pass opened wide, and the defenders of the pass slanted towards the Mongolian army's flanks.

……

"Don't go back!"

Before He Wu ran back into the Mongolian army's formation clutching his stomach, he heard shouts of orders coming from ahead.

He was also afraid that he would be dealt with by military law if he continued to flee back, so he hesitated whether to turn around and kill him, but he only hesitated for a moment, and then there was a shout of killing behind him.

With just one glance, it is natural to feel that one side is fighting against the wall and the other side is in chaos.

He Wu stretched his legs and continued to run forward.

In fact, these were not what he came up with rationally, but the fear that was amplifying little by little was driving him to survive.

"Kill!"

The Song army behind was roaring, and the Mongolian army in front was roaring.

He Wu was so frightened by this roar that he lost his remaining sanity, cried loudly, and ran desperately.

He is not alone in such a person.

They ran desperately, and then scattered the Mongolian army's front.

If it is said that the outcome of the battlefield is often determined by morale, He Wu's process from the start of the battle to the chaos of his own front is a microcosm of the morale of the two sides in today's war.

The sound of gold ringing.

The retreat quickly turned into a rout...

(End of this chapter)