The raging fire shines halfway through the mountain. Looking from the foot of the mountain, it seems that the entire mountainside is burning.

The firelight reflected in Wanzhedu's pupils, and the pupils shrank like needles. The hand holding the hilt of the knife suddenly tightened and said to Alslemnly: "You only have half a night... no, only three hours. Before dawn, I want to see Lord Song's head or yours."

Wanzhedu's raid was undoubtedly very successful. He surrounded the Tonggushan Palace with absolute superior forces and cut off the passage between the palace and Xidaying. But the raid was a raid, which had a strong timeliness. He had to occupy the Tonggushan Palace before dawn, captured or killed the Song Lord alive, and achieved the purpose of the battle. Otherwise, he would be surrounded from the rear by the main force of the Song army who had escaped from the battlefield and became a sandwich pastry. Not to mention completing the task and achieving great achievements, even he and the more than 4,000 elite soldiers would have to be explained here.

Although Boyan's army was nearly 100,000, it could only rely on huge casualties and night bonuses to barely hold the main force of the Song army for one night. After dawn, it would not be able to entangle the Song army anymore. By then, those who finished the task must evacuate whether or not they completed the task, otherwise it would be the end of the destruction of the entire army.

Wanzhe deeply understands the importance of his mission. It can be said that the success or failure of the Song and Yuan battles in western Fujian will be tonight, and it depends on him. Wanzhe has decided that there will be advances and no retreats in this battle. Either climb up Tonggu Mountain or he will die here, and there is no third choice.

After following Wanzhedu for nearly ten years, he has been born and died countless times. Arslen is quite familiar with this brother from the same tribe. As soon as he sees Wanzhedu's eyes, he knows that he has aspired to die. The determination of the general further arouses Arslen's ferocity. He beats his chest vigorously and beats two pieces of semen iron breastplates with a bang: "Don't worry, 3,000 to 300, even if I use human flesh to press it, I will flatten the so-called martial arts team. Before dawn, Arslen will definitely carry the head of Master Song's child in front of the adults!" He turned around and strode away.

At the entrance of the mountain road, three thousand Mongolian soldiers who had transformed from cavalry into infantry were waiting for the order of Arslen's attack.

Mongolian soldiers are the top elite soldiers in the Mongolian and Yuan military system, among which Mongolian cavalry is the elite among the elite soldiers. Mongolian cavalry, which can implement the strategy of thousands of miles of detours under Boyan's secret order, is also the elite among the cavalry. It can be said that the combat effectiveness of these three thousand Mongolian soldiers is of the same level as the Qiexue army and the Hebi Chi army.

Frugality, bloodthirsty, and tenacious fighting will are portrayals of this army. The only weakness is that their protection is weak. Less than 10% of the entire army have iron armor, and most of them only have half-body leather armor, and even those without armor are there.

It’s not that such a strong army cannot afford iron armor. With the current national strength of the Mongol Yuan, not to mention thousands of soldiers and horses, even tens of thousands of soldiers and horses can be afforded. The real reason is that the cavalry led the cavalry thousands of miles away and rushed to the rear, requiring light equipment to go into battle, emphasizing speed, reaction, and attacks that are aggressive and fire-like, without considering any defense. Therefore, this cavalry is a light cavalry - at most half of the body of leather armor or even armor, and has extremely weak defense.

And those hundreds of pairs of iron armor were still from Li Heng when Wanzhe was raiding Tonggu Mountain from Haiyang. Half of them were now placed on Wanzhedu's guards, and half of them were handed over to Alslen, so that he could form a suicide squad.

This is also the reason why Alslen would rather spend more time and create a large number of arrow sheds. After all, even if you have to rely on the large number of people to use human flesh to flatten your opponent, you have to need the most basic defensive equipment. This is not a life-saving battle, and using human life to fill it is just a last resort.

With the sound of the clanging iron leaves, Aer Slen, who was holding a hideous cow horn helmet, was inserted into a scimitar, and carried a big axe on his shoulder, appeared in front of the numerous Mongolian soldiers. The axe blade pointed to the fire in the middle of the mountain, and said only one word: "Kill!"

The Mongolian soldiers raised their swords and bows in their hands, making a roar like a mad beast, and they were particularly rash in the cold night.

Then, the first 100-man team was divided into three teams, each team holding a high arrow shed and rushed towards the mountainside. Following were the second 100-man team, the third 100-man team, and the fourth... When the eight 100-man teams were dispatched, the entire mountain Taoist was crowded with people from below the mountainside and was blocked. The first 100-man team at the front was about to rush to the mountainside, and the last team was still at the foot of the mountain, looking like a winding snake.

All of them were squeezed like this, and Alslen kept urging: "Go up quickly, don't stop! If you fall behind for more than five breaths, I will chop his head with your own hands!"

After being urged by Alslen's murderous aura, all the Mongolian soldiers used their energy to push forward. The dark and noisy lights were shaking and chaotic. You pushed and shoved, and you could not help but tripped, and even fell from the edge of the mountain road.

From time to time, the long screams of the fallen Mongolian soldiers echoed halfway up the mountain, but Arslen was unmoved and continued to push. Judging from his posture, he really planned to use a steady stream of human flesh (soldiers) to defeat the Song army.

The madness of the Yuan soldiers and the martial arts warriors on the Banshan Pavilion were all seen. Not only were they not afraid, they aroused a stronger desire to fight - come on, the more they came, the greater the merits!

When the huge black arrow shed appeared at the bend of the mountain road, the commander of the front commander Long Feiyi flashed a cold light in his eyes and shouted: "Let the wood!"

The ceremonial guards who participated in the battle as auxiliary soldiers worked together to lift a huge tree that was thick with embrace and threw it down along the mountain road. Since the mountain road in Banshan Pavilion is only more than 30 steps, it is basically straight, and then a small turn occurs. If the wood is thrown too early, it will roll straight to the bottom of the mountain. Only when the Yuan soldiers appear is the best time to take action.

The mumu jumped along the mountain road, making a dull, tingling tingling pounding sound in the dark, and hit the arrow shed hard under the acceleration of gravity.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the bark in front of the shed exploded and fragments burst out, revealing the white stubble logs inside. The squashed wood rebounded and rolled to the bottom of the valley from the mountain road.

The thick and strong arrow shed was worthy of expectations. Under the impact of nearly 10,000 kilograms of huge force, it did not break. However, the Yuan soldiers behind the arrow shed were in trouble. The first one was the three strong Mongolian soldiers behind the arrow shed. They were hit by the transmitted force, and several arms were immediately broken, and the huge force was transmitted to their chests... Several cracks and cracks made several crisp sounds, and all the sternum and ribs were broken, and they all vomited blood and fell down.

The arrow shed that lost support, with huge inertia, smashed more than a dozen Mongolian soldiers in succession, and rolled down the cliff and chased the Mongolian soldiers who were smashed down the cliff by it.

"Hurry! I'll rush up there in a few dozen steps, hold on! Be sure to hold on..."

Before the 100-person Mongolian households finished speaking, there was another loud bang. The second mulberry tree hit and the arrow shed flew up. Because the first team of Mongolian soldiers was severely damaged and chaos occurred. In a hurry, the mulberry tree did not roll down, but instead hit the Mongolian soldiers with the arrow shed, causing fear and wailing on the mountain road. Dozens of Mongolian soldiers were rolled and crushed by the arrow shed with thousands of pounds of mulberry trees like soil rubbish under the wheels...

"Shoot the arrows! Shoot these bastards Songren to death!"

The Mongolian soldiers behind shouted wildly, and then the arrows were like rain, shooting more than ten straight shifts on the mountainside.

The troops continued to throw the mugmu wildly, until the Mongolian soldiers rushed within ten levels, lifted up their dead and injured robes and retreated amid the bamboo whistle.

In just one stick of incense, only a few dozen levels, the first 100-man team of Mongolian soldiers was wiped out by a wood before they even met the martial arts warriors.

When the second hundred-man team finally stood on the Half Mountain Pavilion with their leather boots under their feet, they were burning turbulent oil ditches, and black muzzles quietly stretched out behind countless rocks...
Chapter completed!