Chapter 133: Broken Halberds and New Bones Buried in the Sands · 2

Xiao Hao didn't know how many people he had killed with his Mo Dao. It could be the 200th or the 300th. His

hands holding the shield and the sword were a little numb. There were only a handful of people left on the battlefield behind him. Seven or eighty percent of the Song army had escaped into the city. The remaining ones would probably die in half a cup of tea.

A group of Song soldiers covered in dust stood densely on the top of the city. Their eyes fell on the figure that was fighting in and out of the enemy's formation.

From the moment the defender decided to abandon the city and flee, they should have been a group of dead people.

The reason they are living in such a cowardly way is because someone has blocked the knife light that should have fallen on them, and blocked the arrow that should have pierced their chest.

They are timid, weak, greedy for life and afraid of death, afraid of Mongolian soldiers, and have no overall view, any awareness of defending the country, but the blood in their bones has not been completely worn away by the fireworks of the Southern Song Dynasty.

A man on the top of the city wall bowed his head deeply, his fists were clenched in his palms to bleed, and he suddenly turned around and ran down the city wall, cursing: "Damn it, I have been in the battlefield for so many years, what's the point of hiding behind a new soldier!"

He ran down the top of the city wall, and the Song soldiers spontaneously made a way for him to leave the city.

Xiao Hao has already opened the shield wall, and his health is still more than 10,000. After this wave, he may not be able to hold on any longer.

He somewhat missed the blood-sucking array of the Mingjiao. Even if it sucked 3% of his health, it was better than nothing. He also knew that there were still some dragon blood grindstones left in his backpack, but he didn't have the time to enchant his weapon.

This Cangyun was a semi-finished product. In that era, 10,000 equipment points could be said to be able to kill gods and Buddhas, but there was no tank equipment at all. At that time, he dared to use his face to block, and he didn't even bother to change the tank equipment, so that at this critical moment, he couldn't even change the heart method.

Xiao Hao raised the big shield in his hand to block the several ring swords that the Mongolian soldiers on the opposite side had swung at him. His arm bones were weakened by the shock, and he took several steps back before he could stabilize his body.

A long spear stabbed out from the side, and Xiao Hao was slightly stunned. He turned his head slightly and saw that the Song soldier who had shouted to him to run first was rushing up and shouting, as if to give him courage.

When he realized that Xiao Hao was looking at him, his face turned red, and he said hesitantly: "You just saved my life, this life is yours, I can't watch you die before me."

Xiao Hao's chest warmed up a little, as if he had taken a shot of chicken blood, and he rushed forward to kill them all. The Song soldier next to him followed behind him and stabbed one of them to death in the chaos.

More and more voices gradually rose from the city wall:

"Damn it, I'm risking my life!"

"We are just a bunch of dead people! Why should dead people fear death!"

"This life was taken away by someone else, so you should pay it back with your life!"

"Go and shoot! Shoot these dogs to death!"

The city gates that were mostly closed finally stopped, and several people rushed out of the city. The defenders who climbed the city wall finally began to move. Dozens of people worked together to operate the heavy crossbows installed on the top of the city. Every arrow shot had great penetrating power and a range of 1,500 feet.

Most of them who were left behind were sword and gun soldiers. Although they knew how to use the crossbow, they were not skilled after all, and it took them a long time to fire one. Seeing that they were moving slowly, the others spontaneously went to find bows, bent their bows and drew arrows to fight back against the Mongols.

Xiao Hao's pressure was much reduced. He knocked off the last middle-grade hemostatic pill in his backpack, danced with his sword and shield to protect his teammates who had joined him, and like a brave and unmatched lion, he once again rushed into the Mongolian army's formation with a shield dance.

His previous shield dances had already caused considerable damage to the Mongolian army's formation, and his desperate and fierce fighting style scared many of the opponents. Wherever Xiao Hao rushed to, the Mongolian soldiers there retreated one after another, trembling with fear.

The Mongolian army could not understand how an abandoned city with only a few hundred people could cause so many of their soldiers to be killed.

Because most of the Song soldiers guarding the pass had either fled or surrendered, they drove straight in without much effort and reached Dasheng Pass. This group of Mongolian soldiers numbered no more than a thousand, but they came directly to take over the pass after seeing the guard of Dasheng Pass abandon the pass and flee. Now that they were suffering more and more casualties, the enemy gradually became more motivated and braver, which was a bit disadvantageous.

It would not be difficult to take it by force, but the Song soldiers' desperate fighting style would probably make them lose half of their troops if they took this pass. The main army was still in the rear, and the two passes of Pingjing and Jiuli along the way had already been taken. There were only a few hundred guards here. When they joined the main army, wouldn't it be easy to slaughter such a small number of people?

The Mongolian general was thinking and hesitating when he saw Xiao Hao suddenly looking at him with a fierce look in his eyes. He was startled.

He thought that with the army in front and so many people between them, even if this man saw him, he couldn't do anything to him. But before he could finish this thought, he saw Xiao Hao had already chopped down the soldiers beside him with a sword, kicked his feet, and rushed into the sky like a heavy armored cannonball, passing over hundreds of soldiers in the middle and flying towards him.

The general's face changed immediately, and even the horse under him became flustered and paced left and right. He shouted loudly in Mongolian: "Shoot! Stop him!"

Xiao Hao flew halfway, and immediately interrupted his great lightness skill and fell vertically, pressing down with the shield wall. The black iron shield behind the shield knocked the general away, and then a shock wave pressed the Mongolian soldiers within a range of eight feet so that they could not raise their heads.

This was the rear of the Mongolian army, most of whom were archers and cavalrymen, and their melee ability was far inferior to Xiao Hao. Xiao Hao had the help of the Song army archers behind him, and he cut through the group of people with his knife, chopping them as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, very easy.

The general was so frightened that he rolled over and crawled away, shouting as he ran: "Retreat! Retreat! Retreat first!"

Xiao Hao chased him for another twenty feet. He was afraid that his health bar was almost empty and it was not appropriate to fight again. Seeing that the Mongolian army had begun to retreat in an orderly manner, he pretended to chop off his head and forced him out several dozen feet before stopping.

The Song army on the top of the city saw that this group of Mongolian soldiers actually began to retreat. They were overjoyed. The joy of surviving a disaster and defending the city made them cry and shout, and the trajectory of their weapons became more stable.

They knew that this group of Mongolians were afraid.

Originally they were afraid of these Mongols, but now the situation has reversed, their confidence has doubled, and their mood is like a soaring swan, the more they fight, the happier they are.

The Mongolian army fought and retreated, and finally disappeared from the front of Dasheng Pass.

Xiao Hao looked down at the sword and shield in his hands, and touched the scarred shield like he was touching an old friend. The durability was 5%, and it could still be saved.

He sat down on the spot without saying a word, closed his eyes and meditated on the spot.

Seeing the Mongolian army moving far away, the Song soldiers in the city rushed out and hurried to his side to greet their great hero.

The Song soldier who was the first to kill the enemy with Xiao Hao asked nervously: "Brother, are you okay?"

Xiao Hao was extremely tired. Even when he was fighting with the giant turtle of the East China Sea, he was not so tired. After all, the battlefield is not a place for individuals to show off their bravery. There are murderous intentions everywhere. If he is not careful, not only will he not be able to protect the people behind him, but he will also die. His mind was extremely tense. He relied entirely on his will and instinct to resist in front of the battle. He was really at his limit.

Everyone held their breath and watched him regulate his breathing. For a while, no one dared to touch him.

Xiao Hao did not reply. They felt as if a huge rock was pressing on their hearts and they could not breathe. The sound of the Mongols fighting seemed to have not yet dissipated from their ears. This taciturn recruit used his flesh and blood to kill a way out for them, but everything has its limits. This thing that ordinary people could hardly imagine was still too much.

The wounds on Xiao Hao's body gradually healed. The black armor on his body was airtight, and with the blood staining, no one noticed anything unusual. He took a long breath, opened his eyes and said, "Let's go into the city first."

Seeing that he finally regained his strength, everyone smiled and said, "Okay, okay! Go into the city, go into the city!"

Xiao Hao was hugged and taken back. The group of people waiting on the top of the city were also eagerly waiting. When they saw them coming back, they rushed over and hugged them, wanting to throw Xiao Hao up and cheer. The Song soldier next to Xiao Hao immediately stopped them and shouted angrily, "Don't do that! Can't you see that he is covered in wounds? What if he gets hurt!"

Everyone was shocked and quickly put Xiao Hao down.

Xiao Hao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and didn't know what expression to make to them. Just now, he was defending against the enemy in front of the battle line, and these people decisively closed the city gates in the back to cut off his retreat. He should have resented them. But when he thought that they finally came back to help him, his heart, which had been half cold, seemed to warm up again.

People are afraid of death, so how can we blame them too much?

However, the Mongolian army retreated only because they were frightened by their murderous appearance. When the Mongolian army recuperates, they will definitely come back. The number of the troops just now was not large. I'm afraid that the main force has not arrived here yet. With only a few hundred people, if they face the main force of the Mongolian army heading south in the near future, it will be like hitting a rock with an egg, and they will have no power to resist.

Xiao Hao had just won his first victory, but he couldn't be happy at all.

Many people called him a rookie just now, and it seemed that he had not been in the army for long. So he asked, "I don't know much about the situation. Is there anyone who is familiar with the situation in the city who can tell me about it?"

Everyone felt relieved when they heard his steady and powerful voice and calm expression. One of them said, "We can't defend this city. We saved a life today, so let's go home early!"

Xiao Hao frowned, "Why do you say that?"

The man was an old soldier who had been in the army for many years. The soldier was left behind to delay the battle because he had poor connections in the army and had no fighting power. He stepped forward from the crowd and said to Xiao Hao: "The general left early with military supplies and fodder. We only have more than 200 people left. We are out of arrow supply and our number is totally insufficient to resist the Mongolian army. Staying here is just waiting to die."

Xiao Hao knew that he was speaking very earnestly. These defeated soldiers, even if he could rely on the system to fight ten with one, without a wet nurse, were not an enemy of ten thousand people. It

was unrealistic to rely on them to guard the pass.

But... we couldn't retreat.

Xiao Hao felt a headache.

This time and this place were too bad.

He was different from these Song soldiers. He knew the significance of this pass. Once Wusheng Pass was breached, the Mongolian army went straight to Xiangfan. After Xiangfan fell, the gates of the Song Dynasty were completely opened, and there was no power to resist.

Even in the secret realm, he could not persuade himself to give up the city under his feet.

The three things that a monarch relies on to run a country are law, soldiers, and food. The Southern Song Dynasty was about to fall, and they no longer cared about the lives of these people. They had to rely on themselves. But even if they relied on themselves, they were too few in number, not to mention that these people actually had no intention of fighting. He could not force them to advance and retreat with him.

Xiao Hao was silent for a while, and decided to open a world to shout.

The author has something to say: Why did the Japanese guard such an impossible pass as soon as they arrived, and protect a country that was not worthy of loyalty? I think most people can understand the meaning of this; for those who don’t understand, Chairman Mao’s words may be able to explain your confusion:

The army should have an indomitable spirit, it must overwhelm all enemies, and never be subdued by the enemy. No matter in any difficult and difficult situation, as long as there is still one person, this person must continue to fight.

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_(:з」∠)_ Wushengguan, a place where a little popular science ~

Simply put, Wushengguan, Pingjingguan, Jiuliguan are the three passes of north-south transportation and military strongholds. If Henan and Hubei want to travel and communicate, they must ride a white horse and go through the three passes.

If you fight from north to south, cross the Huai River and capture three passes, then Xiangyang and Jingzhou will be to the west, and Xiaogan can be controlled to the south. If Xiaogan is taken, Hanchuan will be to the southwest, and the Han River and the Yangtze River will be controlled. There is no natural barrier along this route, and with the water power of the Han River and the Yangtze River, Wuhan and other important towns in the middle of the Yangtze River basin will be in danger.

In fact, when Kublai Khan attacked Wusheng Pass, he could not take it for a long time. If the Song army had not abandoned the pass and fled, they could have really worn it out for a long time. If you

are interested, just take a look at the above paragraph2333333In

general, Wusheng fell → Xiangyang City was broken → the Song Dynasty was destroyed, and the traditional Han ethnic regime was replaced by the northern nomadic dynasty.

_(:з」∠)_It's a pity that the Southern Song soldiers who abandoned the pass and fled at that time probably didn't know what they had done.

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By the way, if you are a careful child watching The Return of the Condor Heroes, you may find that there is an old friend living in Wusheng Pass 23333333

as an Easter egg. You are allowed to Baidu it!