choke element

Chapter 207 Deathmatch

The night battle is in full swing.

In the darkness, there was a lot of noise everywhere in the camp, and people and horses neighed.

The battle inside and outside the camp gate was the most intense.

The Mongolian cavalry consisted of a hundred cavalry, galloping their horses, all wearing net armor and holding spears tied with ropes.They faced the arrows shot down from the camp wall, and many of them approached like hedgehogs with their armor carrying arrows, and then threw their spears.

The spear pierced into the new horizontal fence and antlers inside the camp gate, and even pierced several soldiers who hadn't retreated in time.When the cavalry returned, the rope on the spear was straightened at once, and then the fence and other things fixed to the ground were uprooted.

Those defending soldiers who were impaled were also dragged by the ropes to the dark place outside the camp. Their screams were quickly mixed with the sound of hooves, and could not be heard.

There were also ropes that broke on the spot due to excessive force.The broken rope twitched crazily like a black snake, knocking all the nearby Han'er or Mongols to the ground.

Some of the Mongols who landed were trampled to death by iron hooves on the spot;They toppled the low walls of rammed earth, climbed over the fences regardless of the danger of gutting, or rushed through the gaps with other companions who charged on foot.

Fortunately, since the Mongolian Qingqi raid yesterday, Wang Shixian immediately strengthened the military equipment in the direction of the camp gate, and also set up a small camp at the foot of the gate.At this time, a large number of civilians have arrived... They got up in a hurry, many of them were shirtless, and some even didn't even put on their pants, and they were only wrapped in hakama, but they all held spears for stabbing in their hands. Long weapons... spears, spears, or a long bamboo or wooden stick that has been sharpened.

Under the loud command of the officer behind, these weapons stabbed out like raindrops.The sky is dark, the lights are shaking, and everything outside can't be seen clearly, but it doesn't matter, as long as you keep stabbing!Hear the cry, smell the blood?Well done, hero, you did a great job!

The Mongols fell one after another in an instant, but they did not flinch at all.

Over the past few years, the reputation of the Mongols' ferocity and brutality has been spread more and more under the rule of Dajin.But these Mongolian warriors just did their most normal things. Before the establishment of the Great Mongolian Kingdom, they had seen countless tragic killings and exterminations, so how could they be intimidated by this small camp?

The knights still pulled down the fence in an orderly manner, while the warriors fighting on foot stepped on the bloody muddy ground, slashing wildly with their knives.

A stout Mongolian army Baihu was hit by two arrows in a row, one of which was pierced in the right chest, and blood gushed wildly.But he broke off the arrow casually, and chopped off the spear that was trying to stab him, then grabbed the handle of the spear and grabbed it back with all his strength.

For strong men with little combat experience, it is easiest to master the technical essentials of stabbing down from a high place; when stabbing from a height, it is not easy to panic.However, when stabbing downwards, the most taboo thing is to focus on the forward legs, while the body protrudes too much.

A strong man's weapon was suddenly taken away, he clenched it subconsciously, and then he was dragged out of the camp.The Mongolian hundred households swung their sabers and stabbed upwards, the blade pierced deeply into the strong man's belly.

As the strong man fell, the blade cut open his stomach.His body hit the ground heavily, and his viscera gushed out from the huge breach.The strong man watched his family being disembowelled, and couldn't help screaming in horror.

In the next moment, he was trampled to the ground, and several Mongols used him as a stepping stone and stepped on his body to climb over the camp.His blood poured out of his body cavity one after another, and soon, his body and viscera were scattered and deformed.

In the small camp blocked in the center of the camp gate, there was no room for a large number of troops to station. The dozens of soldiers here had to deal with difficulties immediately after the Mongolian army entered the camp.The Mongols in the back set up arrows one after another and shot randomly into the camp.

The soldiers retreated to avoid the arrows, which gave the Mongols even more room to tear down the fence and break into the camp.Some strong men were injured and couldn't fight anymore. There were endless screams, and some cried in fear.Without hesitation, the officers stationed here swung their knives to kill one person, and ordered the rest to move forward.

When these soldiers were fighting hand-to-hand with the Mongols, another hundred cavalry approached.

The defenders thought they were going to repeat the same trick and use spears and ropes to destroy the fence. Unexpectedly, the Mongolian cavalry charged at full speed and suddenly whistled.

The dismounted knights of the Mongolian army who rushed to the two sides of the camp, that is, the two wall piers on the left and right of the camp gate, all retreated in an instant, giving way to the road.

The gate of the camp was originally not wide, but after a section was occupied by the camp, the passages on both sides became even narrower, only allowing one horse.The Mongolian cavalry almost squeezed in through these two passages, and then rushed forward.

But the manpower organized in the camp is also rushing towards the gate of the camp.Although the first few Mongolian cavalrymen who entered the camp fought bravely, they were quickly trapped among the defenders and were stabbed from all directions.

Amidst the shouts of the people and soldiers, the Mongolian cavalry fell down bloody, but the following cavalry entered the passage and continued to sprint.

The brigade of the Mongolian army was just outside the camp, as if a flood was raging, and the sprint of these Mongolian cavalry seemed to have created a tiny gap in the embankment by the flood.The water spouted violently from the gap, but because of the small amount of water, it was forcibly suppressed every time.

The soldiers on the defending side inevitably boosted their morale and shouted repeatedly.But at this time, Zhang Qian, a military academy in the camp, could no longer hold on.

Zhang Qian was panting violently, and under the cover of his companions, he seized the time to recover his strength.His throat felt like it was about to tear, and the air that entered his lungs was filled with flames, and each breath brought a searing pain.He was about to collapse, and his subordinates were about to lose their hold.

The Mongolian army seemed to be advancing with cavalry, but in fact the main force was placed on this small camp.

In just half a moment, the Mongols' offensive was like a sea tide, one wave after another, and one wave was higher than the other.In this narrow space, the pervasive blood mist filled every minute and every inch of the air, and the ground under his feet became extremely sticky due to the boiling blood.

Several senior veterans who were originally under Zhang Jiao's command had all died in battle, and Zhang Qian's cronies were almost dead.At this moment, the person holding the spear and holding the spear in front is a soldier and six civilians.The rest of the people were almost in panic, their footsteps trembling faintly.

The two soldiers standing in front of Zhang Qian were Zhang Qian's last available strength.The reason why the two survived was because they were both crossbowmen, but at this moment all arrows were exhausted, and the two had no choice but to fight to the death with short knives.Zhang Qian will not die later than them. The situation is very clear. The next time the Mongols attack, Zhang Qian will also die.

Perhaps because of the blessing of his elder brother in the sky, Zhang Qian has not suffered any serious injuries until now, only a few innocuous scratches, which are not as serious as the one he scratched on his face yesterday to show his heart.

But the luck ends here.

If the Mongols charge again, their own side must be finished.Once the soldiers died, the people lost their backbone, and the formation was vulnerable, this small camp would change hands immediately.The change of hands of the small camp represented the change of hands of the entire camp gate.

Now, how many Mongolian cavalry are waiting outside the camp gate to enter in one fell swoop?The 100 people in the daytime yesterday had turned the world upside down. Now, maybe a thousand or two thousand riders are eager to try?

Zhang Qian laughed bitterly repeatedly, and in the laughter, the scars on his face were twisted and oozing blood, very ferocious.

The south gate of the camp is crumbling.

The east gate of the stronghold is also difficult to maintain.

The gatekeeper general Chen Heng fought fiercely at the front and repelled the Mongols' attacks several times in a row. However, as a pier on the side of the east gate fell, the Mongolian cavalry rushed directly to the wooden bridge, fighting against the Mongols on the pier. They all hold long and short bows and shoot inward randomly.

Chen Heng shouted, wanting to organize a counterattack and take back the platform.

An arrow flew diagonally and hit Chen Heng's thigh.His feet went limp, and he fell down immediately, he didn't forget to swing his saber up, forcing a Khitan soldier in front of him to retreat.

He knelt down on one knee, slashed the shaft of the arrow with a backhand swing, and was about to get up, when another arrow flew towards him not far away, hitting his forehead.It was a powerful snake bone arrow. The cluster of arrows dug a bloody hole in Chen Heng's cheek, and a dozen teeth pierced through the jaw on the other side.

Chen Heng let out a cry, and seeing the Mongol who opened the bow was not far away, he threw the straight knife with all his strength and pierced the Mongol's shoulder.

The Mongolian snorted and took a few steps back.And more Mongolians in the rear rushed forward like wolves seeing blood.They brandished knives and guns, slashing and stabbing at Chen Heng. Chen Heng was unarmed and could only raise his arms to block.Immediately, the arm flew into the air, and blood spattered everywhere.

(End of this chapter)