The besieged Mongol cavalry, sitting on horseback, condescendingly threw a shower of arrows, and the soldiers of the separate regiment pulled the trigger almost simultaneously. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Light arrows flew into the crowd, soldiers were wounded one after another and withdrew from the battle, and the bayonet forest thinned out a little; The Mongols were even more miserable, they were compressed and squeezed into a heap, they became live targets, and the skin and flesh were broken and flesh flew by the dense lead bullets in all directions, and the cavalry fell one after another, and more than a thousand cavalry were decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Arslen's right leg was grazed by lead bullet and had been bleeding, and he had no time to bandage it to stop the bleeding. Although it is not fatal, it seriously affects his movements, and he cannot control the war horse freely. As he lost more and more blood, his face gradually turned pale, and his head was a little dizzy. He looked at the battle in front of him in despair, is he going to die here today without knowing whether he is going to die here for nothing?

Su Thick Leg had been paying attention to the progress of the battle, and seeing that the Mongols had become a turtle in an urn, and the casualties from the shooting were quite large, he felt that it was better to let the soldiers launch a bayonet charge, maybe after getting close, the casualty rate of his own side would decrease. He raised his command knife and was about to give the order to let the troops annihilate the Mongols in one fell swoop, when a hand behind him grabbed his wrist and prevented him from giving the order.

Su Thick Legs looked back and saw that it was Ma Wei. He was puzzled and asked, "Brother Ma Wei, what is this for?" ”

Ma Wei was wounded, supported by the soldiers, looking tired, but his eyes were very determined, he explained: "Commander, I have dealt with the Mongols in Xuanfu a lot, and I know their details. The current Mongols are not as good as before, but they are just followers who follow the Tartars to rob, and if they have milk, they are mothers. Now that they were surrounded by a group of beasts, they were fighting the beasts, and if they had promised not to surrender and not kill, they might have fallen off the donkeys—and they would not want to die if they had a chance of survival. In this way, we can reduce the casualties of our brothers, and we can also reinforce the wall in time, after all, the Tartars outside are the henchmen. ”

Su Rough looked at the Mongols in front of him, pondered for a moment, and said, "What you said is not unreasonable, if you can persuade them to lay down their arms and surrender, it will naturally be the best." He called the herald and "told all battalions and companies to shout together: Lay down your arms, and those who surrender will not die!" ”

Orders were quickly transmitted to the battalions and companies, and the sound of bean-bursting gunfire slowly thinned out, and shouts replaced the gunfire.

"Lay down your arms, and those who surrender will not die!"

The Mongols usually trade with the Han people on the border every day, and from time to time follow the Tartars into the customs to rob, there are many opportunities to deal with the Han people, they can understand the Chinese language, generals like Arslen can also speak fluent Chinese, heard the shouting, are stunned, and the action of shooting arrows in his hands has slowed down. Who wants to die if they can live? After all, they are only following to rob, not desperate.

But whether this is true or false, they are not sure, what if the other party is cheating? Besides, if you surrender to the Han Chinese, how will you be dealt with? They couldn't make up their minds, and they all set their eyes on Arslen.

Alslen was dizzy due to excessive blood loss, and he was already crumbling, and he had no time to think too much, and the Han people said that it was better to die than to live, and his own condition would die if he was consumed, so it was better to gamble. He threw his bow and saber far away to show that he had given up his resistance, said, "Will surrender...... and then dropped off his horse.

The leader spoke, and the rest of the people did not want to fight down, and shouted: "Descend, descend!" He threw his weapon off his horse, and suddenly his sabre and his bow, his quiver, and his scattered arrows were piled up on the ground.

Su was overjoyed and patted Ma Wei's shoulder, "It's done, you've made a great contribution now!" ”

Since they chose to surrender, the Mongol cavalry was also very dismounted, and they dismounted one after another, and cooperated very well to let the soldiers of the independent regiment tie themselves up. As long as you can survive, what is it if you are tied up and suffer a little.

The overall situation here has been decided, and Su Thick Legs only left two companies to guard the Mongols who were tied up by five flowers, and then led the rest of the people up the city wall.

Lin Weiye also saw the battle situation below, and said happily: "It's okay now, you can deal with the Tartars wholeheartedly." Then it's up to you to command, and I, a layman, won't interfere. ”

Su Thick Legs smiled: "Please rest assured, keep it so that the Tartar will not come back." ”

Outside the city, after the Han army retreated, the Tartar army was silent for a while, and then began to move again. The sound of a low conch sounded, and one after another groups of heavily armored Houjin soldiers rushed out, followed by more unarmored or lightly armored people, some holding shields, some holding longbows, and finally a group of soldiers in bright silver armor.

Su Thick Legs looked at the other party's actions with a telescope and said to himself: "This is the main force of the Tartars, right?" Those who are lightly armored are archers? What kind of soldier is wearing silver armor at the end......"

Ma Wei also went up to the city wall with the support of a soldier, and was taken aback when he heard this, borrowed a telescope from Su Thick's hand to look at it, and blurted out: "This is the white-armored soldiers of the Tartars, they call themselves Bayala, and they are the most elite Tartars." There are actually white-armored soldiers, and it seems that the opposite side is at least a solid mountain. I couldn't help but rejoice, fortunately, when I met the Tartars in Qingzhou, the other party did not directly go to the white armor soldiers to cooperate with the Mongolian cavalry, otherwise it would be difficult for a group of rookies in the cavalry battalion to come back alive.

Su Thick Leg grew up step by step from Qiongzhou, and he didn't know much about Tartar, and Bayala didn't know what it was, so he asked suspiciously: "Is this white armor very powerful?" ”

Ma Wei came back to his senses and replied: "These white-armored soldiers are the strongest people with bows and horses selected from each Niu Lu, there are only a dozen or so in a Niu Lu, and there are only a few hundred people in a banner, and the individual martial arts are stronger than the family of the border town generals, and it is difficult to deal with, but fortunately, there are not many of them, and they will not be sent to the battlefield easily, and they are afraid that they will be used as a team ......of supervisors at the moment."

Lin Weiye heard it, isn't this the ancient special forces?

"Since the number of people is small, and they won't be pulled directly into the battlefield, there is nothing to be afraid of." Su Thick Legs said, "Whether it's cannon fodder or real Tartar, let's fight as much as we want." ”

In the Houjin army, Gartu said to Abatai: "Lord Belle, your subordinates have gone down." This wave of attacks, the elite is exhausted, and he commands it.

Abatai confessed: "Remember, don't leave a back hand in the attack, go all out." But if you find something wrong, retreat immediately and don't fight. Let's fight and fight, and we can't consume all our forces here. ”

Gartu nodded: "My subordinates understand."

In this attack, Abatai's subordinate Zhenglan Banner Bayala, the elite of the five Niu Lu, the accompanying Baoyi, the auxiliary soldiers drawn from the other banners, and the remaining Eight Banners Mongolian and Han armies were all dispatched, with more than 15,000 people, and the momentum was huge, and it seemed that there was no edge in sight.