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Chen Dexing stood in front of two rows of crossbowmen, looking at the Mongolian cavalry rushing like angry waves.

What to turn the tide in the past, what to save China in the last days, what to chase the Hu in Mobei, these so-called ambitions can't rise in his heart at the moment.

All he cares about now is one thing, to live! Survive under the onslaught of thousands of Mongolian horsemen!

Standing on the battlefield for a long time, a few back and forth between life and death, can be regarded as allowing him to completely integrate into this cruel and outrageous era. Great Song ...... This era, which has fascinated many literati in later generations, is said to be the peak of cultural rule and the era of literary elegance, and has nothing to do with Chen Dexing on the battlefield now, let alone the nearly 1,000 soldiers of the Wurui Army temporarily under his command.

These soldiers who were put to death can now only rely on their own martial arts to fight for a chance of survival!

But where is this glimmer of life? The enemy on the opposite side numbered 5,000 people, including 1,000 Mongol cavalry and 4,000 Mongol Han soldiers...... Chen Dexing knew that if the Mongolian cavalry drove the Han army to attack, his thousand people would not be able to resist consumption at all! Survival has become a luxury!

"Crossbowmen, change formation...... A horizontal line! Chen Dexing suddenly gritted his teeth and ordered loudly.

What the? A horizontal line? This is to ...... The non-commissioned officers and generals who heard the order were stunned.

"Listen to my orders, a horizontal line, those who dare to disobey the order will be killed!" Chen Dexing yelled again. Now I can only show weakness and the enemy, and put up a thin column to lure the Mongols to charge! Even if it is death, kill a few more real Tartars!

"No, change the formation quickly, a horizontal formation......"

The five hundred crossbowmen were organized into two divisions by Chen Dexing, with the tall man leading the strong bow department and Monk Liu leading the strong crossbow department. These two temporary subordinates only hesitated a little, and then carried out Chen Dexing's order to the letter. Loud orders were given to the provisional generals of their respective subordinates, the latter of which were all designated by the provisional generals.

Chen Dexing raised his bow in one hand and shouted loudly: "I will personally calibrate the shooting, I will not send arrows, all crossbowmen are not allowed to shoot arrows, and those who violate the order will not be killed!" ”

"No!"

Chen Dexing paused, looked at the Mongolian cavalry that was forming a team three hundred steps away, and took a deep breath. Now it's death again, no, it's hard to even survive! All I want is to kill a few more Mongol Tartars......

"Gentlemen, would you like to go to Huangquan with me today?" Chen Dexing roared again.

"Willing!" The crowd echoed.

"If you can't kill all the Tartars in this life, you will fight the Yellow Dragon with the armies in the next life!" Chen Dexing shouted out his heartfelt words, and at this moment, he didn't feel that he could walk out of today's hellish battlefield alive, so he could only ask for another battle with the Tartars in the next life......

Chen Dexing thought to himself: 'Meng Yuan has no national fortune for a hundred years, maybe he will be a pawn in Zhu Hongwu's army in the next life, right?' ’

Everyone also responded in unison at this moment: "In the next life, I will kill all the Tartars with Chengxin!" ”

……

"Li Qi'an replied, when will your people be able to get on?"

Just when Chen Dexing made up his mind to die, a thousand-man team led by Alihan, the son of Yeliugan, the marshal of the Mongolian capital of Zhuyi, had already lined up a battle formation next to the four thousand red-jacketed armor soldiers. However, Alihan did not give the order to attack, but rode his horse to Li Cuixian and Li Xiong.

If he could drive Han'er to his death, Alihan did not want his Mongol cavalry to suffer any losses......

Li Cuixian smiled, and waved at the soldiers beside her, and someone took a blood-red furoshiki and opened it in front of Alihan, which was Lu Zhaolin's head.

"This is the head of Lu Zhaolin's Wurui army of the Southern Barbarians, his Wurui army has been defeated by me, and no less than 10,000 people have been killed, and our army is exhausted from fighting."

Kill 10,000 people? If there are 3,000, it will be against the sky! Alihan glanced at Li Cuixian, and scolded bitterly in his heart. It's just that Li Cuixian didn't listen to the order, and his father didn't have a problem, let alone his small Qianhu?

"In that case, let us Mongolian iron horses trample on those penny men!" Alihan's face was pale, and he deliberately said "a money man" in front of Li Cuixian.

Li Cuixian just smiled, "Ali Han'an replied that if you think that the Nanban on the other side is only worth one penny, you should not fight...... Otherwise, exchanging a Mongolian life for ten pennies would be a loss-making business. ”

"You ......" Alihan's face turned a little bluer, and with a flick of his hand, he rode off to arrange the attack.

At this time, Li Xiong came to Li Cuixian's side again and asked in a low voice: "Third County Lord, why do you bother to provoke Liu Gan and Alihan father and son?" ”

Li Cuixian just snorted coldly, "If I follow the will of their father and son, the 6,000 red jacket armor soldiers we brought will not be enough!" ”

Li Xiong frowned, "Not really, right?" ”

Li Cuixian smiled, raised her horsewhip and pointed at Song Jun, who was fighting against the water in front of him: "Fourth brother, you'll know later!" ”

……

"Woo woo woo ......"

With the sound of a terrible Mongolian horn, the Mongolian iron cavalry that had already lined up on the battlefield began to charge! The first to be launched was a brigade of three hundreds, commanded by Alihan's beloved general, Sarman. Although there were only 300 iron horsemen, they rushed up on the battlefield and still played a thunderous momentum.

"Probably losing twenty horsemen can solve these one-dollar men!" Alihan, who was watching the battle from behind, gently tapped his calfskin shoes with his horsewhip and said to himself. "It's still a bit much...... Li Cuixian, the demon girl, is also hateful, and I don't know which little prince will fall into the hands of the little prince in the end? ”

"With such a thin array, how can you withstand the rush of the iron horse!"

Surriman, who was in the lead, thought proudly while leveling the riding gun in his hand. Fighting the cavalry with crossbowmen is at most two shots, and his own 300 horsemen are all wearing heavy armor, how can a few hundred crossbowmen be injured? Where are these southern barbarians fighting, they are obviously looking for death!

'Two hundred meters, one hundred and ninety meters, one hundred and eighty meters...... One hundred and fifty meters! ’

Chen Dexing no longer had any distractions in his mind, but was concentrating on estimating the distance—the distance between the galloping Mongolian horse team and himself. One hundred and fifty meters is almost a hundred steps of the Song people, and it is already the time when the bow and crossbow can exert their power.

But Chen Dexing didn't shoot a cluster of arrows - although he was sure to shoot people and horses from a hundred paces away, the five hundred crossbowmen behind him didn't!

"Promise, within a hundred steps, shoot quickly!"

A shout came from behind Chen Dexing, it was the tall and rough young man.

"If I don't send an arrow, I can't send an arrow, and those who violate the order will be killed!"

Chen Dexing just repeated his original order. Firing arrows from a hundred paces away and shooting two to four shots in battle is a tactic that has been handed down since the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and no one has ever doubted its correctness. But Chen Dexing knew that after the ground war entered the gunpowder age dominated by smoothbore guns, an infantry force appeared in Europe that dared to withstand several volleys of the enemy and put the enemy within 30 meters, or even 20 meters, and then opened fire - British infantry in red shirts! And this tactic of bringing the enemy closer to fight turned the British musket infantry into one of the most formidable infantry in the world in the 18th and 19th centuries!

Now Chen Dexing has no smoothbore gun in his hand, only a rifle bow...... But you can also shoot enemies when you're closer! Although the leather armor of the Mongols was thick, it could not stop the shot of the strong bow god arm within thirty or even twenty steps!

Within twenty paces, a salvo of five hundred arrows, not only two hundred and fifty arrows...... That's enough!

On the battlefield, three hundred Mongolian heavy cavalry galloped like the wind, and in front of them, a row of Song archers did not fire.