In the Southern Song Dynasty, I competed with Mongolia for the world

Chapter 243 You Are Awesome

At this time, a Mongolian soldier climbed up on the carriage not far away. Damn Cao Te, Song Tian got up and picked up the spear of the old horse on the ground, raised the spear violently, and wanted to throw it out as a javelin.

Whoosh, suddenly a shadow flew over in the air, heading straight for him.

He didn't even have time to bow his head.

Bang, I felt my brain shaking, as if I was hit hard by something.

Bang, Song Tian fell to the ground on the spot.

Humming, buzzing in front of my mind.

I don't know how long it took before I felt someone help him up.

"Lao Song, Lao Song, it's okay, it's okay." Zhou Bing's voice sounded beside him.

Then he handed over an iron mask.

Just now, a Mongolian army threw a hatchet over, about seven or eight steps away from Song Tian.

To be honest, this distance greatly reduced the lethality, and it happened to be thrown on his iron mask.

His iron mask was smashed and dented, and the ax was still embedded in it, but it didn't hurt the bone, only a little bit of flesh.

What a blessing and fate, Song Tian felt lingering fear, he threw away the hatchet on it, and found that the visor could still be buckled on it, and continued to buckle it regardless of 21.

"Assemble the archers, assemble the archers." Song Tian shouted immediately after getting up.

The Mongolian army was fighting with their pikemen in front, and the archers behind them also threw them.

Song Tian stood up and looked around. After a while, he saw about thirty steps away from the front right. Hum, amidst the sound of bowstrings, a large wave of arrows was thrown towards their team.

"Over there, shoot me." He also took a javelin and threw it over there.

Whoosh, whoosh, Song Jun's arrows rained down, and the bow of the god arm in the back row also came to help, aiming at the place over there.

The people on the other side suddenly turned on their backs, screaming again and again.

After the Bomeng army archer was shot down, the pressure on the Song army seemed to ease a lot.

When Meng Ying fought against the Tuolei Meng army near Fengxiang, everyone on the opposite side was able to shoot. From the beginning to the end, the Mongolian army rained arrows continuously, causing great damage to the Song army.

But not all the Han soldiers in this wave can shoot, many of them are equivalent to infantry on horseback. They may be good at riding, but they are not good at riding and shooting.

They fought hand-to-hand with the Song army with horse-riding infantry, and the archers hidden behind were throwing at the Song army formation.

Song Tian concentrated on the crossbowmen, catching the Mongolian archers and shooting first.

Not only are they shooting Mongolian archers.

Bang bang bang, soon Qian Daqing's artillery barracks rang again.

Standing on a high place, Qian Daqing was also observing which side of the Mongolian army had more people and which side had more arrows.

If there is a rain of arrows thrown from the Mongolian army's position to the Song army's side, he will give priority to letting the artillery hit the Mongolian army's archers first.

Although the artillery is not very accurate, but the damage area is large, and a shell can roll a long way when it falls, and sometimes it has unexpected benefits when it hits a little closer.

After Shi Tianlu and the Song Army's hand-to-hand contact started, the first wave did not break up the Song Army's formation, and the two sides immediately fell into a tragic positional battle.

The Mongolian army seemed to have a lot of horses, but Song's formation was very good, and there were still so many people on both sides that could contact each other.

Let alone 10 of your Mongolian army, it is [-] people. After rushing over, it is still this small number of people who can face the Song army.

Now the hand-to-hand competition is about discipline, strength, endurance, and willpower, to see who can't consume the other first.

Obviously, the Song Army only had six or seven platoons of pikemen, but the formation remained good after changing.

Zhao Yurui's Song Army, apart from riding and shooting, is far ahead in terms of physical endurance and discipline in this era.

Now he has been on the throne for more than three years. Song Jun has run 500 meters, 1000 meters, 2000 meters, 3000 meters and 5000 meters since he got up early.

The Song army's physical training and discipline training day after day are simply not comparable to these mobs.

If you want to defeat the Song army in front of you, you must first defeat the pikemen.

But these pikemen are not easy to be defeated.

After fighting for less than a quarter of an hour, waves of Mongolian army corpses fell in front of the Song Army formation, and the Song Army formation remained motionless.

At this time, Shi Tianlu had already discovered that the situation was not good.

His [-] cavalry rushed into the formation, but he couldn't break through the large formation of the Song army, and the Song army kept consuming the troops in his front and rear formations.

After a long time, the casualties of the Mongolian army became more and more serious.

The key point is that the Song people's cannons are quite powerful. Although they fire slowly and take a long time to fire a round, every time the cannon fires, the Mongolian army panics everywhere, and everyone is afraid of hitting themselves.

As soon as the shell fell, there were casualties all around. Wherever it rolled, blood flowed all the way.

I can't fight, Shi Tianlu knew he had failed before the first wave rushed in, but he was not reconciled, hoping that hand-to-hand combat could tear open Song Jun's hole, wait, where is my son Shi Xingzu?

Only then did he think of his son Shi Xingzu.

After a while, someone came to report that Shi Qianhu was leading his team of thousands of households to rush forward, and he hoped to rush in. He asked Shi Tianlu to gather more archers to help.

Shi Tianlu looked up at the middle of the Song army, where the carriages and artillery were located. The front carriages of the Song army were almost lost, and the broken carriages formed a roadblock. In addition, the corpses of both sides affected the Mongolian army and the formation of the Song army.

Song Jun was starting to retreat, not wanting to stand with the wagon wreckage.

Because the Mongolian army can crawl over from these places.

Seeing this flaw, Shi Xingzu was leading his team of thousands of households to rush forward.

Shi Tianlu cursed secretly, you don't have to take the lead, but it's useless to say this, he immediately mobilized all the departments who can still shoot, and those who are not good at shooting are also called, and those who can hold bows take bows.

Shi Tianlu gathered more than 500 Mongolian soldiers with bows in a short time.

"Walk in the middle, go up to help Xingzu shoot a few waves, and shoot repeatedly when you hear the sound of the horn, and shoot the spearmen at the front of the Song Army."

The subordinate said, this will shoot his own people.

Shi Tianlu sternly said: "So what, if you can't get in, the brothers in front will still die, shoot all the spearmen in the front row, and the Song army's spearmen don't have many shields now."

"Here." The subordinate agreed.

Take these more than 500 Mongolian troops and quickly gather behind Shi Xingzu.

Wait until the horn of the Mongolian army sounds.

The Mongolian army gave an order.

"shoot."

Beng Beng Beng, everyone shoots three arrows forward in a row, no matter how good your archery skills are.

For a while, arrows rained down on the scene, and they were all thrown at the spearmen in front of the Song army.

Song Jun immediately observed the dense rain of arrows here, whoosh, and arrows shot over soon.

The two sides shot at each other, and cheers erupted in front of them.

The continuous fire of the Mongolian army caused a lot of damage to the Song army, and a large number of the Song army fell to the ground. In particular, many spearmen in the front row had thrown away their shields and fought hand-to-hand with the Mongolian army.

The Mongolian army was really desperate this time, and even their own people were shot inside, and many of the two sides fighting in front fell down.

"Wow!" Shi Xingzu yelled wildly, and the Mongolian army took the opportunity to struggle to open a gap, and the tide of the Mongolian army rushed in through the gap.

The Song army retreated steadily, and the Song army at the gap couldn't stop it, and ran back one after another.

The gap in front of him is getting bigger and bigger, one meter, two meters, five meters, eight meters.

Song Tian's face turned green.

It's not that he's incompetent, it's that until now, he's standing in the middle, the battalion has more than 500 men, and more than one-third of them have been lost in the battle, and there's not enough manpower.

Just now, the Mongolian army didn't care about their own people, and shot wildly at the Song army's spearmen. Both sides hit a lot of arrows, and many people lost their combat power in a short time.

Shi Xingzu was very fierce. Taking this opportunity to take the lead, he grabbed a spear from Song Jun, whoosh, threw the bone in his hand, and knocked down the Song Jun, then jumped to the wreck of the carriage beside him, and took A Mongolian army's round shield on the carriage jumped up in the air, fell heavily, and smashed on another Song army's body with a bang.

Song Jun stabbed him with a few long spears, and when he rolled on the spot, a rain of arrows happened to fall.

Among them, an arrow from the Mongolian army shot at Shi Xingzu, but he didn't groan.

Several spearmen of the Song Army in front were hit by arrows, some retreated, some fell down, and the gap was opened in one fell swoop.

Shi Xingzu was so ferocious that after being shot by one of his own people, he finally opened the Song army's gap, and the Mongolian army rushed in like a tide, and the gap became wider and wider.

"Gather on both sides."

"Step aside."

At this moment, Song Tian and Qian Daqing stood on both sides and shouted wildly.

"Get out of the way, not in the middle"

"Get out of the way, not in the middle"

This sentence was shouted everywhere at the scene, spreading from Qian Daqing's side to the surroundings.

The Mongolian army who came in could understand this sentence even if they were Han, but the Mongolian army thought that the Song army could not resist and retreated to both sides.

It's just that all the Song soldiers around were suddenly shouting this sentence.

"Separate the sides, not the middle."

Song Jun shouted and ran wildly with his head down, scattered to both sides.

The five shotguns of Qian Daqing's Pao Battalion were approaching the gap.

Cannons are usually capable of firing both solid and shotgun ammunition.

But Zhao Yurui made a shotgun that specializes in shooting shotguns (of course, solid bullets can also be fired, but the range is very short, only about [-] steps).

Because the barrel of the shotgun should be short, and the barrel of the solid ammunition should be long.

Qian Daqing's shotgun has been standing still, waiting for this situation.

Seeing a group of Mongolian troops desperately broke through the gap, and just hit the position where their artillery battalion was, I was overjoyed.

At this time, Shi Xingzu didn't know how to write the word "death" at all, and he took the lead and bore the brunt, followed by a dozen Mongolian soldiers who were desperately killing in the middle of the Song army formation.

I saw that the Song army suddenly dispersed to both sides as if avoiding the plague, and it looked as if they had been beaten to pieces by them.

There was no way, Qian Daqing's cannon was aimed at Zhang Rong's department just now, but now he turned his head around, and he didn't come in time to sprinkle lime.

Everyone didn't know what range would be hit by their own cannons, but they knew they couldn't stand in the middle of the cannon muzzle, and they were running wildly to both sides.

Song Jun was a little flustered for a while, and his formation was not neat.

Shi Xingzu took this opportunity to catch up and cut down a Song army archer with a single knife. When he looked up, he saw five black muzzles facing them not far away.

The front cannon had advanced within thirty paces of them, and it was still smoking from behind.

And the Song army around was retreating to both sides in horror.

Instead of being afraid, Shi Xingzu was overjoyed, swung his knife forward and shouted, "Take the cannon."

"Boom" Before he finished speaking, a cannon rang out in front of him.

Chi la, nearly two hundred lead bullets, each larger than a soybean, sprayed out in a fan shape, covering a length and width of ten meters within thirty steps.

The dozen or so Mongolian troops who had just rushed in following Shi Xingzu didn't react, and the entire formation fell to the ground like wheat blown down by the wind.

Shi Xingzu's heavy armor was of no use, he was beaten into a hornet's nest.

This cannon simply shocked the Mongolian and Song armies.

Especially at close range, there were more Song troops, and Song Tian was even more dumbfounded.

The scene was even more horrible. Some Mongolian soldiers were not killed, except for Shi Xingzuchong who was shot the most and was killed on the spot. Many Mongolian soldiers still had breath, and there were all kinds of screams and cries. They were alive. Obviously a hundred times more painful than death.

"Buzzing buzzing" At this time, Qian Daqing personally pushed the second cannon forward.

While pushing, shout: "Top, top, top."

The other three guns followed at the same time.

The Mongolian army from behind has already poured in at the gap, and the gap is still getting bigger, because Song Jun was shocked by the cannon, and many people subconsciously wanted to avoid it, which made the gap even bigger.

The second shot was pushed to within twenty paces of the gap.

Qian Daqing lit the fire immediately.

The Mongolian army outside is still rushing in.

boom.

The second shot was fired.

This time the distance is closer.

The shotgun hit harder.

There were still some broken carriages in front of them, but they were directly smashed by this cannon.

The Mongolian army fell to the ground in pieces, screaming.

This shot not only knocked down the Mongolian army that came in, but also scared the Mongolian army that didn't come in behind.

There were still a few Mongolian soldiers at the scene who were not hit because they were standing on the edge of the shotgun, but they thumped and slumped on the ground due to the sound of the cannon.

Because of the short range of this cannon, the horizontal damage radius is reduced. One Mongolian army was lucky, but his companion on the right side was hit but missed one.

But he was completely frightened. He sat down on the ground, turned his head and saw that his companion's face was full of holes, and the blood was flowing continuously, especially the holes on his face looked extremely scary.

"Ah—" The Mongolian soldier was almost insane from fright. He reached out and fumbled around himself, looking for his own holes. He subconsciously thought that he had also been shot.

Song Tian was not far away from him, immediately grinned grinningly, turned around, and saw a crossbowman beside him in a daze.

He snatched the strong crossbow from the crossbowman's hand with one hand, stepped forward two steps, facing the Mongolian army, pounced, and the crossbow pierced through the Mongolian army's forehead.

"tui" Song Tian spat on the ground, turned around and gave Qian Daqing a thumbs up, thinking in his heart: "I admit my mistake to you, you guys are awesome."

(End of this chapter)