At the end of Song Dynasty: I want to be the master of ZTE

Chapter 103 Landmines
Dang, Dang, Dang, gongs sounded in the city, and the Song army pushed forward.

Lu Wu pulled out the ax from the corpse and shouted: "Retreat one by one, don't get crowded."

The visor is covered, and the voice is muffled and cannot be carried far.

Li Xiang shouted: "Zhi Zong retreats first, I will stop the rear."

"Okay!" Lu Wu agreed and retreated behind the earth wall, and all the soldiers retreated in turn.

The light soldiers of the Yuan army were too timid to pursue and kill them, while the heavy soldiers still moved forward silently.

There was a moment of silence in the battlefield, which was very strange.

Shentu Zhiyuan asked: "Prime Minister, there must be some conspiracy behind the retreat of the southern troops. Do you want to withdraw the troops at the expense of gold?"

"How can we abandon the plan halfway?" Boyan rejected the proposal.

One-shot deal.

Besides, at this time the heavy armor of the Yuan army had reached the third earth wall, and was about to look for the Song army to fight, when a large group of light soldiers crowded together behind them, and they couldn't withdraw even if they wanted to.

The Song army sped up. Those who could return to the city returned to the city, and those who could not hid behind the earth wall. The heavy armored soldiers at the gap showed a trace of panic.

Huang Xiaohu, who was fighting on the wall, pushed back the oncoming Yuan army and rolled down. Fortunately, others caught him.

Not everyone can force their opponent away, so Fang Quanshui was pinned down by Su Chu and couldn't escape for a while.

At this time, three yellow flags were hung on the Wangdou.

Su Qi was shocked, took the torch, and put the flame on the bamboo tube beside him.

snort~
The familiar sound of fuze burning sounded.

Not one, not two, but fifteen.

Fang Quanshui's heart skipped a beat, he took the knife and rolled down the wall. Although he felt strange, he jumped down subconsciously.

If Meng Lang falls into a den of thieves, how can he get any good out of it?When Su Yachu was about to fight for his life, he saw the Song army huddled tightly behind the earth wall.

Boom~ boom~ boom~
There were continuous loud noises, endless rolling thunder, and smoke and dust rose into the sky, obscuring the scorching sun and making it difficult to see.

In the open space, no matter heavy armor or light soldiers, all were swallowed up.

On the wall, both corpses and living people were shot into the air by invisible thugs, and then fell apart.

Suddenly his legs felt weak and he knelt down.

Boyan staggered, but fortunately he subconsciously grabbed the handrail, otherwise he would have to fall.

He had already expected a defeat or even a disastrous defeat. After all, the magic archer might not be able to suppress the thunder hand, but the defeat so quickly and miserably... was beyond imagination.

There was a heavy rain in Dongguan Station.

Mud, gravel, mixed with broken limbs and broken arms, accompanied by flesh, mud and blood, were smashed down. Many soldiers were injured as a result, and some were unlucky enough to be hit by weapons and died.

Zhang Shijie's heart was beating like thunder, he slapped the handrail and shouted: "The whole army attacks, the whole army attacks!"

Can't get out for a while.

The Song army in the city was so shaken that their ears were ringing and their bodies were limp. If the enemy soldiers rushed in at this time, they would be easily pushed over.

Most of the Song troops behind the earth wall were buried in the dust, and those who were not buried fell to the ground, unable to get up.

Boyan controlled his body and said in a hoarse voice: "Ming Jin withdraws his troops, withdraws his troops."

It won't be collected for a while.

The horses on the periphery were frightened and raised their hooves. Many cavalrymen were knocked off their horses and then ran around, trampling many to death. The Yuan soldiers who had not fallen off their horses had to work hard to calm the horses.

The ears are piercing and deaf, but the earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking, and the instinct of animals makes the war horse unable to control itself.

The archers of the nearby Yuan army were knocked to the ground by the rolling air waves. The quivers fell to the ground and rolled into the distance.

People are lying on their backs, and it is a scene of the end of time.

"cough~cough~"

Lu Wu tried his best to push Li Xiang away and sat up, then took off his undergear, and spit out a mouthful of blood. He was lying on the ground just now, and his internal organs seemed to have been injured by the shock.

Remembering that a Yuan army had jumped down after him, Lu Wu looked around and saw Suzai kneeling on the ground in a daze, with no reaction at all despite the dust pouring on his face.

"Take it." As soon as Lu Wu said the words, Li Xiang had already pounced on him.

Suddenly there was no response to the thrust, and he was easily thrown to the ground, allowing Song soldiers to bind him.

"Kill it~"

The Song army all stood up and rushed out.

"Come on, kill the Tartar dogs!" Xie Xianwen, whose face was flushed, raised his sword and shouted as he ran out.

No one cared about him at this time, Su Qi himself drew out his sword and charged.

After rushing through the earth wall, the straight wall outside has turned into a slope, and the open space in the middle is filled with corpses, layer upon layer, and it is impossible to count how many there are.

Maybe there were too many people, and some people survived by being shielded by their companions, moaning and screaming for help.Blood was flowing gurglingly, and the ground was slippery.

Most of the 1 soldiers of the Yuan army died unexpectedly.

"So happy~ so happy~ Hahahaha..." Smiling, Zhang Shijie suddenly burst into tears.

I have failed for too long, but now I have won a great victory and cried with joy.

Yang Zhenlong took a deep breath, suppressed his surging heartbeat, and said: "Prime Minister, the Tartars have horse troops coming out of the camp again. Please pay me to retreat."

Zhang Shijie came back to his senses and saw that all the cavalry troops were wearing armor. Knowing that they were Boyan's personal guard heavy cavalry, he ordered the troops to retreat in order to avoid casualties.

"Straight thief!" Xie Xianwen raised his knife and shouted, "Don't leave, thief!"

You idiot won't leave.

As long as the Yuan army's crossbowmen could still run, they all rolled and crawled towards their own camp.

Those Qingqi had already calmed down the horses, but they only wandered around the periphery, even if they saw the Song army scattered, they did not dare to charge.

The heavy cavalry that left the camp stayed in the distance and did not move forward.

The Song army turned around and began to clean up the battlefield.

Regardless of the severity of the injuries to the surviving Yuan soldiers, all will be remedied with one blow.

"Thunder falling from the sky is called sky thunder, and thunder coming from the ground is called earth thunder. Why attack the city and capture the land?" Boyan murmured to himself.

Even Meng Qi and Tu Zhiyuan could not answer.

In the future, if the Song army's city gate is opened, will the Yuan army dare to rush in?

You know I don’t dare anymore!
Even if someone takes the initiative to offer the city, they must first send people to dig three feet into the ground to prevent being hit by landmines.

Meng Qi came back to his senses and asked: "Prime Minister, the Song army withdraws its troops, where should we go?"

Boyan suppressed his emotions and said: "The order is that the armies of the two Zhejiang provinces retreat to the north bank of the Qiantang River and stick to it, and the naval divisions strictly guard the river to prevent the Song army from crossing the river.

An order was sent to Li Heng of Jiangxi Province to hold on to Nanchang and not to allow the Song army to enter Poyang Lake.

He sent an order to Jinghu Ali and Hague to hold on to the city and not fight in waves. At the same time, he supervised the construction of warships to ensure the safety of the river.

The order was sent to Guangxi Province. If it was difficult to hold on to the original position, they could retreat without any loss in Yunnan. They also sent envoys to recruit Hainan to surrender.

Today's battle situation will be reported to Your Majesty, and will be communicated to the generals and A'shu of all provinces. "

Just as Meng Qi went to draft orders and official documents, Lu Wenhuan came over and paid homage: "Prime Minister, the morale of the army is frightened. How should we deal with it?"

"Instruct all ministries to pack their bags and retreat to Xiaoshan County, focusing on counting the artillerymen who are returning. Don't miss any of them. You want to see people alive, and you want to see corpses when dead.

All the returning cannons were burned and no remains were left. Boyan took a deep look at Lu Wenhuan and gave the order.

He heard Lu Wenhuan's wavering, but he couldn't say anything because the number of surrendered generals and troops far exceeded the number of troops in his army. If Lu Wenhuan's card was played, they would all rebel.

Do you really think you can’t rebel again after being demoted?

The Song Dynasty was extremely tolerant of civil servants. During the Jingkang period, Zhang Bangchang was spared from usurping the throne, let alone surrendering.

At this moment, Boyan couldn't help but regretted sending Fan Wenhu to death.

Lu Wenhuan's mood was very complicated. The movement of the Song army really scared him, but he should vote for the Song Dynasty again. He was a military general and his fate was hard to predict. So he didn't vote. He felt that if the fight continued like this, Yuan Ting would not be able to support him. Not a few years.

At the same time there is resentment.

The sky thunder was invented by the little emperor, so let’s not mention it. Soldiers who dare to fight to the death have been able to do it since ancient times. If they had this kind of morale before, why would they have to defend an isolated city for six years without help?
Fan Wenhu deserves to die!
Not only him, but all the southern generals in the camp have their own thoughts, but now they lack a leader and no one dares to reveal their thoughts.

Around the Dongguan post, the Song army cleaned up the battlefield step by step.

Xie Xianwen felt that his feet were hard, so he planed with a knife, revealing a machete.

The handle is made of silver, and the sheath is inlaid with gemstones. When you pull it out, it is the best Utz steel.

"Hey, it's just a matter of honoring my brother." Xie Xianwen happily hung the knife on his waist, and was about to move the corpse when he heard a faint cry of help.

"Du Tou, is there anyone alive?" Xie Xianwen greeted and followed the voice and walked over.

"Don't be careless." Li Xiang walked to the sound while protecting Xie Xianwen behind him.

"Help~Help~"

The voice was weak but clear, and it seemed that the people underneath had a higher chance of surviving.

"Here, dig him out and see if he is one of our own." Lu Wu ordered.

Sakon soldiers came over and used wooden shovels to push away the floating soil, revealing the people below.

The clothes and armor were all covered in mud, and it was impossible to tell whether it was one of our own people or the Yuan army. Everyone was hesitant.

Fan Wenhu took a few breaths of fresh air and said: "I am the son-in-law of Prince Heyi, and the deputy commander of the imperial army. I beg to surrender!"

(End of this chapter)