choke element

Chapter 209

Wen Qian is not young anymore, but he has a strong physique and rich experience in the battlefield. Although he is not an extremely outstanding player, he will not be easily overwhelmed by a Mongolian war slave.

However, in the past two years, due to the torment, his hair began to thin out, and his eyebrows fell out a lot.When the swords of the two armies met in front of the formation, sweat flowed, and soaked into the eye sockets through the eyebrows, which immediately made his eyes sour, and he couldn't help blinking.

"Kill!" Qian Buhua seized this opportunity, held guns in both hands, and stabbed forward.

Now it was Wen Qian's turn to be unable to react in time.Fortunately, Jue Cong who was beside him swooped over, blocked it with his shield, and swung the spear blade away.But Qian Buhua's knife and shield hand immediately followed up and slashed at Jumong's body with a knife.

There was a clang, and the blade bounced off the shoulder armor, but Jue Cong staggered a few steps, before he could twist his waist to block, the sword and shield hand swung the knife and slashed again, this time it hit Jue Cong's face, sending him flying A neck gaiter and a chunk of flesh.

Wen Qian couldn't care less about rescuing Meng Cong.He backed away again and again, while swinging his spear, avoiding the costless stabs.After taking a few steps back, he bumped into another soldier from our side.Wen Qian took the opportunity to stand firm and confronted Qian Buhua again.

While the flames were flashing, his body was slashed by the enemy one after another.The trachea was probably severed soon, so there was no cry of pain, only the hissing sound of airflow or blood flow.

This tiny sound was drowned out by the horrifying shouts of hundreds of people.In the narrow and changeable corridor terrain under the towering reef, spears stabbed desperately, and straight knives waved wildly, as if cutting light and shadow.In an instant, dozens of dead bodies lay on the ground.

Both armies are good at fighting.Every soldier is the best in the army, with outstanding combat experience and skills.But I have to admit that the war slaves of the Mongols seem to be more cruel and fierce.

Perhaps they were humiliated too much in the Mongol army, so they released all the rage in their hearts to the battlefield.

At this time, Huga led hundreds of people and climbed up from the relatively steep side of the slope.They also swarmed into the battlefield, slashing and killing.

Wen Qian's troops became more and more clumsy, unable to support the enemy, and retreated into the depths of the reef in embarrassment.

Now that the situation has opened up ahead, Naminfu and several Mongolian families also started to act.Because it was an upward attack, the Mongols dismounted from their horses, and they wore pockets with wide edges.Batulu in the team, that is, the warrior who dared to die, held a long knife in front, and the followers followed closely with torches, rushing up the slope on foot like a huge wave rolling.

The roar of the Mongols rolled over the reefs, and was distorted by the dense rocks and narrow passages into a sharp roar.

Wen Qian, who was rushing back, was filled with this terrifying sound in his ears.Panting heavily, he yelled at an officer.The officer was also frightened by the howling, and couldn't hear Wen Qian's words clearly for a while, with a confused expression on his bloodstained face.

Wen Qian cursed, grabbed the officer by the shoulder and shook it vigorously, pointing to a high place and said: "It's ok! Throw the fireball down! Hurry up!"

The officer quickly took out the bone whistle from his waist and blew it vigorously.

When the bone whistle sounded, dozens of dark spherical objects were suddenly thrown out of the densely packed top of the reef.

Each of the spherical objects is as big as two people hugging each other, but they are not very heavy. With dots of fire, they are blown crookedly in the air by the sea wind, and when they hit the ground, they will bounce back.

At the same time, the flame suddenly rose, igniting the entire sphere and illuminating the surrounding area.

It turned out to be balls made of bundles of hay.

In the army, hay was readily available, as were firewood and grease.

Weapons made of hay, firewood, grease, etc., called fireballs, are commonly used in the army and are easy to acquire.Before Guo Ning hijacked Shengwang Wanyan Xun in Suning, Hejian, he used the fireball to break through the defense of Wuyan Weike's chariot formation.

Wen Qian rushed to the slope to assist in the defense, and his family delayed for a while, while his companions hurried behind and made dozens of fireballs.

At this time, these fireballs fell from a high place, some blocked the gaps between the reefs and burned, and some rolled along the slopes.

Unfortunately, the fireball poses little danger to the attacker.

The slaves of the Mongolian Army among the reefs are themselves experts in the Golden Army. How can they be unfamiliar with these weapons?
Many people with spears and spears stretched out their spears and directly blocked the fireball.Even if the fireball burns violently and blocks the way forward, it can only hinder it for a while. The dry grass burns quickly, so just wait patiently.Even if the smoke is choking, try to bear it.

Some of them were brave enough to use their guns together to lift up the fireball and throw it behind the rocks, causing bursts of wild laughter from the companions.

And those fireballs rolling along the slope did not play a significant role.

Ordinary people or peasants will panic when they see the sudden flames, but the Mongols will not.They have all fought with Dajin for many years, and they are well-informed, so they dispersed the queue very calmly and let the fireball continue to roll.

The loose grass ball continued to accelerate, and instantly passed the Mongolian queue, crackling, dragging out a series of ignited lines of fire, and went down.

At this time, there was the sound of arrows piercing the wind again in the air. It was the war slaves drawing their bows and shooting towards the top of the reef.

A man was about to push down the second fireball, and was shot in the face.Large clusters of arrows pierced his head from between his eyes, and he screamed, then fell from a height, and his body fell in front of Wen Qian.The stench of blood and excrement rose simultaneously.

And Wen Qian and the others continued to retreat, stepped over the corpse, passed through the reef community, and gradually retreated to the pier at the highest point of the slope.

"General, it's useless!" The officer who blew the bone whistle tremblingly said: "The Mongols are catching up!"

Wen Qian wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and said calmly: "We'll see later."

Their line of sight has been blocked by the reef, and they can't actually see anything.

The companions on the left and right looked at a loss, but they didn't know what to do, so they could only follow Wen Qian on the way.Looking in the direction of the pier, a group of strong men arrived with simple spears, and the leader said in a low voice: "General Wen, can you drive the Mongols back?"

Wen Qian opened his mouth, and was about to say something to boost morale, when he suddenly burst out laughing.

He said, "Listen."

Below the slope, there was the sound of horses neighing wildly.

The leader of the strong man listened attentively, not knowing why.And the soldiers around Wen Qian all smiled happily: "It's burning! Their horses are startled!"

Seeing that Poshang had the upper hand, the Mongolian army immediately mobilized hundreds of elite troops to dismount and attack on foot.

Because of the urgent military situation, a large number of war horses were not taken away, but gathered under the slope under the care of the shepherds.

Horses are very keen animals. Their senses of smell and hearing are excellent, and their perception of danger is extremely fast.An ordinary horse needs a long time of training before it can fully adapt to the noisy and dangerous battlefield, at least willing to obey the rider's command, instead of running wildly by instinct.

Therefore, the Mongolian army obviously has millions of good horses. When they broke through the herds in the northern border of the Dajin Kingdom last year and the year before, they still took hundreds of thousands of horses as a major victory. They are all strategic materials.

But at this moment, dozens of huge fireballs rolled from the high slope, bringing huge heat and pungent smell, as well as the unique crackling sound of burning firewood...

Every Mongolian is the best rider.If the rider is there, he can probably calm the nervous horse.But now, the riders are not there, and the horse neighs more and more urgently, but it still fails to get a response from the riders...

The fireball was getting closer and closer, and the horses were finally frightened.They jumped and neighed, and started to bite the reins that were tied together in a mess, trying to run away.They bite their companions, try to leave the depression where the horses gather, and even raise their upper body, and slam the whipped shepherd with their iron hooves.

In an instant, the fireball hit several horses.The burning grease clings to the horse, causing it to neigh in agony, which reaches the ears of the rest of the horses, instantly raising their frenzy tenfold.

Naminfu and others who climbed halfway saw this situation.

A few Mongols ignored the fight and ran down instead.

Naminfu cursed angrily.

He knew very well that the war slaves led by Qian Buhua and Huga already had the upper hand. At this time, with a single blow, they might be able to occupy the entire high ground and open a gap in the defensive circle of the enemy's camp. This must be a credit greatly appreciated by the fourth prince.

but……

As a hundred households, some things are unavoidable to be weighed.

The alarmed and ignited one below is the precious war horse!If those horses were to go wrong, the entire hundred households would not be able to afford it!
If there is no horse, how will the next battle be fought?The Mongols are a nation on horseback, and they simply cannot imagine the situation without horses.And the horses are the friends and family of the Mongols, and they couldn't bear the end of the horses being burned by the fire!
"Split half of the people back to fight the fire! The rest continue to follow me!" Naminfu made up his mind.

But as soon as the words fell, many Mongolians turned around and left, just like the ebb tide.

This situation was immediately seen by the war slaves on the high slope.In the night, they couldn't see the specific deployment of troops, they only knew one thing: "The Mongol masters have retreated!"

(End of this chapter)