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Chapter 356 Reinforcement
Pu Zezhi didn't step down from the battle platform, he looked around and saw that more and more Mongolian troops had poured into the city from the gap in the east city, and the Song army could no longer kill them.

The ruined city of Chengdu can no longer be defended, and this matter is a foregone conclusion.For the current plan, we can only flee back to Chongqing and try our best to save the soldiers.

But if you want to withdraw, you don't mean to withdraw immediately. A disorderly retreat will definitely lead to a big rout.

Pu Zezhi constantly adjusted his troops, arranged the exhausted soldiers to the west of the city to gather in formation, and put new soldiers on top of the city to guard, assuming that he would continue to defend Chengdu.

He knew that Newell had laid out heavy cavalry in an ambush.But the Mongolian army waited for a day in heavy armor, and the men and horses would be exhausted and needed food.

We had to wait until the evening, when the Mongolian army was exhausted, and then fight out of Chengdu. A bloody battle was inevitable, but if we could withstand the Mongolian army's offensive, we could march into the Minjiang Canyon in the dark.

This is a helpless plan, and it may not be successful.But it was the only way for Pu Zezhi, who was already very old.

Not far away, another ball of fire was shot into the city by a Mongolian artillery vehicle, and a raging fire ignited near the battle platform.The Song Army no longer has the strength to destroy it...

"Pu Shuai, the time has come."

Pu Zezhi glanced back at the place where Pu Fu was buried, then quickly turned around, and ordered: "Ming Jin."

The messengers began to hit the gong, and the sharp sound of gold ringing spread far away. The Song army had already received the military order, abandoned the top of the city, and turned into the city to organize street fighting to prevent being bitten by the Mongolian army.

They didn't set fire to the city, but kept the ancient city... for the next time to recover.

This is something that the generals should pay attention to at all times. If Pu Zezhi ordered arson, it would give the soldiers the feeling that "Pu Shuai is already disheartened towards western Sichuan", and further lower morale.

On the city wall, the Mongolian army climbed up like a colony of ants, and in the streets and alleys of the city, the Song army rushed towards the west gate like a tide.

The wounded couldn't walk, fell to the ground and wailed, and the Mongolian army who was robbed died, which made the Song army who was evacuating feel very blocked.

No matter how careful Pu Zezhi was, he couldn't boost their morale on this matter, he could only let them burst into tears.Why didn't he himself cry silently in his heart because of his son's death.

He got off the battle platform, but climbed onto the tower of the West City to continue commanding.

The Song army on the top of the city of Xicheng stayed at the top of the city for the time being, firing arrows non-stop, forcing the Mongolian army outside the city to retreat.After that, the gate of the city was slowly opened, and a row of Song soldiers rushed out with spears.

There are no slogans.

What are you shouting for?Homecoming?This was called out when Chengdu was recovered.

You can't shout "run for your life" to meet the enemy. The soldiers of the Song army rushed forward silently. They didn't have much time to gather their formations and quickly charged to the rows of armored heavy cavalry in front of them.

The Song Dynasty belongs to the fire genus, and the military uniforms are mostly red, as if blending with the blood on the ground, or like the setting sun on the western mountains.

They ran a hundred steps, a hundred and fifty steps, and finally rushed within a hundred steps of the Mongolian army formation. What greeted them was the Mongolian army's arrow rain, and the sound of "swish, swish" pierced through the air.

Losing the barrier of the city wall, the casualties of the Song army surged, and more than [-] corpses were left under the first round of arrow rain. Soon, the second round of arrow rain from the Mongolian army came again.

On the top of the wall, Pu Zezhi closed his eyes in pain.

"One handsome and incompetent, exhausting the three armies..."

This is what he said about himself.But the comments are not important, and no amount of self-blame can save the lives of the soldiers.He still has to continue to direct.

Opening his eyes in pain, Pu Zezhi looked at the battlefield again.However, when he turned his head, he suddenly froze for a moment.

To the east, far, far away, there seemed to be a black line at the end of the road that was gradually enlarging.

Pu Zezhi tried his best to open his eyes wide, and gradually saw that it was a group of rout soldiers... Hei Jia, the rout of the Mongolian army?

Finally, he saw those black dots clearly. It was the rout of the Mongols, fleeing frantically towards the camp of the Chinese Army in New Lin. Behind them was a group of soldiers and horses chasing on foot... in red uniforms...

Pu Zezhi immediately turned his head and looked at Niu Lin's Chinese military tent, his body trembled involuntarily.

The number of the Mongolian army was still smaller than that of the Song army, but they wanted to besiege the big city of Chengdu and deploy cavalry to intercept the Song army. Niu Lin almost distributed the troops to the extreme, and there were only a thousand guards left in the large tent of the Chinese army.

No, there are no more than a thousand people. Isn't it Newell's Chinese guards who are fleeing?
"The reinforcements are here!"

A loud roar suddenly sounded from above Xicheng City.

"Boom!" There was another war drum, and it was the drummer of the Song Army who excitedly smashed the drumstick when he heard that there were reinforcements.

"Yes! Beat the drum!" Pu Zezhi shouted, "Tell the soldiers that reinforcements are coming! Stop the Mongolian army and don't let them come back!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

The drumbeat suddenly became more intense.

It's a strange thing to say, the same sound, but it's obvious that the drummer is more excited than before.The soldiers of the Song Army also boosted their morale.

"Destroy the enemy! Destroy the enemy!"

They finally had a slogan, as if they had regained their strength, they clenched their spears and rushed to the heavy Mongolian cavalry ahead.

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The Mongolian cavalry were still controlling their horses, preparing to make a roundabout and attack the chaotic formation of the Song army from the side. Suddenly, seeing the morale of the Song army boosted, they were all taken aback.

The battlefield is too big, they are not like the Song army standing on the top of the city, they still don't understand what happened, they continue to shoot arrows, preparing for a big battle.

Only the generals of the Mongolian army quickly sent sentry cavalry to find out what happened...

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"What happened?!" Newell yelled.

"The little general... died in battle!"

New Lin's angry expression suddenly froze.

"We led the troops to the east to support, and not long after we walked, the rout of the little general rushed up...the speed was so fast that we couldn't stop them, and they disrupted our formation. We only heard them shouting, "The little general is dead in battle." ’, Song Jun chased after him..."

Niu Lin didn't seem to believe it, shook his head, and said, "Impossible."

He knew his son well, and he quickly answered that he was both wise and brave, so he couldn't easily die in battle.

But on the other hand, Niu Lin knew that Ye Su Da'er was arrogant and too sharp to be a steady veteran.

From Niu Lin's point of view, Ye Suda'er has no need to fight Li Xia today, but wants to make meritorious service...

These thoughts flashed through his mind, and Niu Lin quickly urged his horse to head east.

Although he is the Marshal of the capital, he is never afraid to charge in person, what's more, at this time the Chinese army has a small tent and cannot hold back the rout, only he can stabilize the situation by beheading the generals himself.

With the horse's hooves on the ground, Niu Lin went straight up to the approaching Song army like an arrow off the string, and more than [-] fine horsemen behind him saw this and quickly followed.

"What are you panicking?! Marshal Suidu kills the enemy!"

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On Song Jun's side, Yang Ben was at the forefront.

In the battle of Luodai Town, he fought out at a critical moment, securing the victory in one fell swoop, and took advantage of the chaos to rush into the Mongolian army decisively and kill him quickly.

The moment the blood splashed, Yang Ben trembled with excitement.

This was the great achievement he had longed for, and it came into his hands suddenly.

Poor and quick to answer, he hadn't had time to show his courage, because of the severe pain on his face, he couldn't react in time, so he was beheaded by Yang Ben with a single knife.

Yang Ben personally held Ye Su Da'er's head high, and drove the rout soldiers all the way to the Mongolian army's big tent.

Suddenly, a sharp arrow shot towards him.

"puff!"

The arrow pierced Yang Ben's armor, stuck in his ribs, and shot him directly under the horse.

"Yang Ben!" Over there, Qiu Shou led the infantry to protect Yang Ben.

"Head!" Judah shouted under Yang Ben's serious injury, "Head..."

Halfway through the conversation, Yang Ben stared and saw a scene that he will never forget.

Seeing Qiu Shou running towards Ye Su Da'er's head out of breath, a Mongolian general galloped towards him and rushed to him in an instant.

"puff!"

Meng chopped off the scimitar and cut Qiu Shou straightly.

"Qiu Shou!"

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The blood was splashed on the horse's head, and Niu Lin's face was sullen, so he reined in the horse and walked away.

He is known as "extraordinary bravery", and it is as easy as picking something out of a bag.

The horse turned its head, Niu Lin leaned over, picked up Ye Su Da'er's head from the ground, put it in his arms, and rode the horse to gather the rout.

"Marshal Du is mighty!" The Mongolian army shouted loudly.

Niu Lin's charge seemed dangerous, but it was calculated that the Song army was running for fifty miles and was exhausted.

Sure enough, seeing this scene, Song Jun didn't dare to chase anymore, and began to line up, advancing step by step.

The Mongolian defeated soldiers finally had the opportunity to rest and reorganize.

The situation seems to be stabilized by Newell...

Gradually, the setting sun sank from the mountains in the west, leaving only the thin sunset light in the sky and the earth.

Suddenly, flames ignited from the large tent of the Mongolian army.

Niu Lin was still gathering the broken soldiers to face the Song army, turned his head to look, and couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

"There is a small group of Song soldiers who have sneaked into the defeated army and entered the camp. Don't pay attention to them..."

The next moment, more than ten riders stepped out of the camp.

"Abu Gan is dead!" Someone held up a head and shouted in Mongolian, "The Mongolian king Abu Gan is dead!"

The Mongolian army was shocked.

Niu Lin opened his mouth, only to feel that his heart was torn apart.

This feeling is like being stabbed from behind with a knife between the heart and lungs when you are concentrating on fighting with someone.

"Zongwang..."

Song Jun didn't give them time to react, the horn sounded, and Song Jun, who had arranged his array, charged forward again with his spear.

In the Mongolian army camp, the fire was still burning.

Finally, the big banner fell slowly and fell with a bang...

(End of this chapter)