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Chapter 1511 Brutal Hand-to-Hand Combat in the Streets

"Shi Shouxin! You lead the Night Fury cavalry to guard the main South Street. The Mongols are skilled in riding and archery, so horses are useless in street fighting. Have the brothers dismount and fight on foot, using shop doors and courtyard walls as cover. Focus on cutting off the horses' hooves and legs, forcing their cavalry into becoming infantry!"

Zhao Kuangyin then pointed to Shi Shouxin, who clasped his hands in acceptance of the order. As he turned around, the curved swords at his waist clashed together. Five thousand Night Fury cavalrymen dismounted and drove their horses to the end of the alley to tie them up. The curved swords in their hands gleamed with a sharp light in the morning light.

"The rest of us should set up defenses in the streets and courtyards, place more archers on the rooftops, and plant flags all over the walls to make the Mongols think that we are ambushing them everywhere!"

"Remember, street fighting is not like fighting on the city walls. It's close-quarters combat, and you'd rather die than retreat!"

Before Zhao Kuangyin finished speaking, shouts of Mongol soldiers came from the city wall. Countless Mongol soldiers clad in animal skins surged down from the breach in the city wall like a tide. Their dark blue figures swarmed in the streets and alleys like a pack of hungry wolves that had caught the scent of blood.

At the intersection of Beida Street, Hu Yanping had already directed his soldiers to firmly nail more than ten chevaux-de-frise to the ground. The remains of Mongolian soldiers who had died in battle were still hanging on the sharp points of the chevaux-de-frise, and the dripping blood from the sharp points formed a small pool of blood on the ground.

The shield bearers lined up in three rows, their shields stacked together to form an iron barrier, while the longsword bearers crouched behind their shields, the tips of their swords protruding from the gaps in the shields.

Under the eaves, the crossbowmen held their breath, drew their bows taut, and aimed their arrows at the street corner, waiting for the Mongols to appear.

The first to charge forward were several Kheshig soldiers, leading dozens of Mongol soldiers. They were dressed in black felt robes, brandishing their scimitars and shouting incomprehensible grassland language as they charged menacingly toward North Street.

But as soon as they reached the street corner, they were blocked by barricades. The leading Kheshig soldier roared and swung his scimitar at the barricades. With a clang, the scimitar was deflected by the sharp wooden barricades, and sparks flew everywhere.

"Fire arrows!"

Hu Yanping shouted, and the crossbowmen under the eaves released their bolts at the same time. Dozens of bolts shot out like meteors, accurately hitting more than a dozen Mongol soldiers in the front row.

Screams rose and fell as more than a dozen Mongol soldiers cried out as they fell to the ground, convulsing from arrow wounds. But the Mongol soldiers behind them remained fearless, continuing their charge over the corpses of their comrades. Some, led by a Kheshig soldier, even began to climb onto rooftops, attempting to launch a surprise attack from the side.

"Brothers on the roof, fire!"

Hu Yanping looked up and saw a Mongol soldier climbing onto the roof, drawing his bow and shooting an arrow. He immediately gave the order.

The Japanese archers immediately turned around and exchanged fire with the Mongol soldiers on the roof. Arrows crisscrossed in the air, making a "whoosh" sound.

A Mongolian soldier fell from the roof and landed on a Japanese soldier. The two fell to the ground at the same time, and as they rolled, their curved swords clashed with their long swords, and blood instantly stained their clothes.

The battle on South Street was even more intense. Shi Shouxin's Night Fury cavalry consisted of seasoned veterans, some of whom were even familiar with the tricks of street fighting. They dismantled shop doors and used them as makeshift shelters to fight the Mongol soldiers.

As expected, the Mongols were restricted by the narrow alleys. Their once invincible wolf pack tactics were greatly limited in the narrow streets. However, these Mongol soldiers were still fierce. Their scimitars slashed with great force. Taking advantage of the terrain, the Night Fury cavalrymen dodged left and right, occasionally peeking out from behind cover to slash at the Mongol soldiers' waists, abdomens, and ankles.

At the entrance of a silk shop, two Night Fury Iron Knights were locked in combat with three Mongol soldiers. One of the Night Furies had his arm slashed by a Mongol soldier's scimitar, and blood was flowing freely. However, he gritted his teeth and continued to fight alongside his companion, one attacking while the other held off the enemy.

The silk shopkeeper hid behind the counter, trembling with fear. Watching the life-or-death struggle unfold before him, the abacus in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter," but no one paid any attention to it.

The brutality of street fighting far surpasses that of fighting on the city walls. There are no open battlefields, no charging formations, only close-quarters hand-to-hand combat. Every swing of a knife could be fatal, and every dodge could be a matter of life and death.

The corpses piled up more and more on the bluestone road, some were Mongol soldiers and some were Night Sha soldiers. They were in different poses, some still holding their swords, and some tightly clutching the enemy's clothes.

At noon, the sunlight finally pierced through the clouds and shone on the streets of Fengzhou City, but it was shrouded in a thick stench of blood, making it seem particularly eerie. Zhao Kuangyin stood atop a bell tower, overlooking the entire battlefield, his brow furrowed.

The Mongol soldiers' offensive grew increasingly fierce. Because of their smaller numbers, two of the barricades on North Street had already been breached. Hu Yanping was leading his soldiers in a desperate resistance, and he had already sustained several wounds.

The Night Fury cavalry on South Street, with their superior numbers, managed to hold their line steadily.

"Shi Jingtang! Lead three thousand auxiliary troops to reinforce North Street. Use all the oil and rolling logs you have. You must hold the street corner!"

Zhao Kuangyin shouted downstairs, and Shi Jingtang responded and led three thousand auxiliary soldiers carrying oil barrels and dragging logs, running towards North Street.

Most of these auxiliary troops were surrendered herders from small grassland tribes and local farmers. Although their fighting strength was not as good as that of the elite troops, they were desperate at this moment. Some of them rushed towards the Mongol soldiers with barrels of kerosene, lit them, and perished together with the enemy. Others pushed rolling logs, knocking down the Mongol soldiers in the alley.

On North Street, Shi Jingtang's arrival eased the situation slightly. He ordered his auxiliary troops to pour oil on the ground, which, once lit, formed a wall of fire, temporarily blocking the Mongol soldiers' charge.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Huyanping reorganized his troops, dividing them into small squads that harassed the Mongol soldiers by weaving through the streets and alleys.

While the Mongol soldiers were blocked by the wall of fire, a Japanese soldier bypassed them from the side and slashed a Mongol soldier in the neck with a single blow. Blood splattered onto the wall of fire, making a sizzling sound, and was instantly engulfed by the flames.

But the Mongol soldiers were more ferocious than anyone imagined. They charged forward through the flames, their burning felt robes swaying in the fire. One Mongol soldier, engulfed in flames, charged toward the Song army's defenses like a human torch. He brandished his scimitar and cut down two auxiliary soldiers before being struck down by Huyan Ping's club. The flames gradually died down, leaving only a charred corpse.

"These Tartars are really courting death!"

Hu Yanping wiped the sweat and blood from his face and said through gritted teeth.

In an alley on South Street, Shi Shouxin was locked in combat with a Mongolian centurion.

The centurion was tall and wielded a powerful scimitar. Shi Shouxin feigned an opening and was struck in the shoulder by the man's blade, tearing a large gash in his armor. Shi Shouxin then slashed across the centurion's thigh with a backhand stroke. The Mongol centurion screamed and fell to his knees. Shi Shouxin seized the opportunity to deliver the final blow, killing him instantly.

Just as he caught his breath, two more Mongol soldiers charged at him, forcing Shi Shouxin to endure the pain and throw himself back into battle.

In urban warfare, what is most terrifying is not the frontal battle, but the sneak attack from behind.

A Night Fury Iron Knight was fighting a Mongol soldier when the courtyard wall behind him was suddenly smashed open, and a Mongol soldier wielding a short axe slashed at his back.

At the critical moment, a young auxiliary soldier rushed over and stood in front of him, his short axe plunging deep into the auxiliary soldier's chest.

The Night Fury Iron Knight was stunned for a moment, then roared and turned to kill the Mongol soldier who had ambushed him. He then forced back the opponent in front of him and watched as a teammate took his place before turning around and hugging the auxiliary soldier.

"Brother, thank you!"

He choked out, and the auxiliary soldier's lips curled up slightly as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't speak. His head lolled to the side, and he breathed his last.

(End of this chapter)