The only remaining main force of the Mongol Empire and Kublai Khan's last reliance were completely destroyed by Dalandai at Maoerpo.
How could he have imagined that after countless reconnaissances and countless confirmations that this was the Song army's food and fodder, it turned out to be a big trap.
Darantai seemed to recall Hebule's words to him: No matter how weak the Song army appeared, even if they discovered their food supplies, they must not attack. The Song were cunning, and this could be a trap. As long as C.
However, Kelantai did not follow Hebule's advice in the end, and his men were eventually surrounded in Maoerpo.
"General, what should we do?" The generals under him immediately panicked.
Daranta was also filled with fear and despair. He jumped on his horse, raised his scimitar fiercely and said, "Let's fight them!"
"Kill!" The Mongolian cavalry shouted and launched a fierce charge towards the Song army that surrounded them.
The Song soldiers on horseback held torches and looked at the charging Mongolian cavalry with expressionless faces. These people were not worried because the Mongolian cavalry first faced the Song army's Shenbi crossbows.
Rows of crossbowmen, hunched over the Song cavalry's warhorses, arrows already drawn. No need to draw their bows, the crossbow's sights were trained on the Mongol cavalry ahead. As long as the target was within effective range, the crossbowmen would fire.
This time, Kang Huojian's army served as archers, after all, the Iron Wolf Army was more suitable for charging.
This time the Song army was extremely well prepared. Kang Huojian and Zhu Qingwei had been preparing for this for a long time.
The Song army even had crossbows and chariots. Crossbows were originally used for sieges, but the Mongolian army was now surrounded in the narrow area of Maoerpo, and even blind shooting could hit Zheng.
The power of the crossbow chariot is even more terrifying. It can release more than a dozen arrows at a time, and when they are shot out, it is like a flying rain.
Zhu Qing and his men did not shout words like "lay down your arms and surrender". They had fought with the Mongolian army dozens of times, but they had never seen any of the besieged Mongolian soldiers surrender voluntarily.
This is very admirable. After all, the Mongolian cavalry is the king of the grassland. They also have their own pride and will never surrender.
The archers began to fire crossbows. Rows of crossbow arrows flew over the ground with a whoosh. There was no way for the soldiers under Darantay to hide.
The Mongolian cavalrymen at the forefront immediately fell down one after another, but they were not afraid of death at all. The Mongolian soldiers were very brave, and their follow-up troops continued to charge forward with scimitars and bows raised.
The Song army also began to suffer casualties, and the Mongolian cavalry archers were no pushovers. They had grown up on horseback and were all skilled archers.
But after all, the Song army had the advantage, and the most casualties were among the Mongolian cavalry.
After paying a huge price in casualties, the Mongolian cavalry finally rushed to the front of the Song army.
The most terrifying thing in a cold weapon fight is close-range hand-to-hand combat. Blood and death are right in front of you, and the sound of the blade entering the flesh makes your hair stand on end.
Many veterans who have fought in wars are still terrified by the sound of swords cutting flesh or breaking bones. That sound is so clear and so shocking.
So usually they would roar, using their roar to drive away the fear in their hearts. Whether it was the Song army or the Mongolian army, their faces were hideous and distorted, no different from the beasts in the jungle.
Zhu Qing's Iron Wolf Army finally ran into Darantai's Iron Cavalry, and a melee broke out between the two sides.
People who have not experienced the battlefield do not know the fear. Both sides are like demons from hell, using the weapons in their hands to hit the other side's fatal parts as much as possible.
The same high morale, the same hatred and anger, the only difference is the number of people.
After several rounds of crossbow firing, the Mongolian army had already suffered heavy casualties, and now they were surrounded and attacked by the Song army, which was more than ten times their size.
None of the Mongolian soldiers surrendered or retreated, because behind them was the last land of the Mongolian Kingdom. The elite troops that Kublai Khan could only rely on were not to be underestimated. They were fearless and rushed forward in waves.
But the Song army they encountered was no simple unit. Kang Huojian's imperial guards were all carefully selected elite soldiers of the Song Dynasty. Although their combat effectiveness was poor, after undergoing reorganization and having fought hundreds of battles in the Jin Kingdom and Western Xia, these imperial guards had long been trained.
The Iron Wolf Army was even more stringent, and the strict selection process was well known in Bianjing. However, soldiers were proud to serve in the Iron Wolf Army. Although the training was arduous and sometimes even inhumane, the Iron Wolf Army also offered the best treatment.
When Zhu Qing's Iron Wolf Army collided with the Mongolian cavalry, their superiority and inferiority became apparent. Even if they were equal in numbers and charged head-on, the Mongol cavalry of Dalandai would be no match for the Iron Wolf Army.
Kang Huojian's imperial guards fought against the Mongolian cavalry with three to one, or even five to one. But the Iron Wolf Army fought against the Mongolian cavalry one to one, or even two to one.
This left Kang Huojian's guards stunned. Friction often arose between the guards and the Iron Wolf Army. It was common for both sides to engage in large-scale brawls, but in the end, the guards were always the losers.
Many of these guards were still unconvinced, until now, after they saw the charge of the Iron Wolf Army, they were completely convinced of this wolf army.
The Mongolian army went crazy, and the Song army was furious. The two sides fought bloody battles until dawn, and the entire Maoerpo was a river of blood, and the grass was dyed black and red.
Blood is red, but the blood the soldiers saw was dark red. This was because it was congealed blood, and there was no special effect of billowing gunpowder smoke as seen in movies and TV dramas. This was a battle involving cold weapons. Even at night, with both sides holding torches, there was no smoke at daybreak.
But even more terrifying and shocking than the special effects of the billowing smoke was the sight of the ground. Countless corpses—Song Army, Mongolian, Iron Wolf Army—stretched as far as the eye could see on Maoerpo. Many of the living soldiers lay writhing and screaming on the ground, while the seriously wounded, unable to move, let out genuine howls.
The ground was littered with broken limbs and broken arms, intestines and brains splattered everywhere. Some people were disemboweled but not yet dead, watching helplessly as their last drop of blood was shed.
On the contrary, the soldiers who died at the hands of archers were relatively peaceful. This place was worse than hell.
War horses, like humans, were everywhere killed by arrows, some with their stomachs ruptured and intestines spilling out. They struggled to stand, but their blood had already drained away, and they could only struggle feebly on all fours.
Darantai's eyes turned red with anger. The Mongolian cavalry charged again and again, finally tearing open a gap. Darantai fled back to Kubula's camp with the remaining cavalry.
The Battle of Maoerpo ended in complete victory for the Song army. The Mongol Empire was left with no more soldiers to fight, and from then on, the Song cavalry roamed the Mongolian grasslands.
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