When the Song army saw the cavalry in the village rushing towards him in a fierce manner, they were so scared that they threw down their flags and swords and guns, and ran back and forth with a life of escaping.

Almost at the same time, every Mongolian cavalry realized that the Song army had made a huge mistake.

Faced with the pursuit of such a strong mobility, we did not scatter and ran all over the mountains and fields, but we were piled up into the grass. Although the grass was dense, there was only a large open space suitable for impact in front of us.

This is the most suitable choice for Mongolian hunting.

The hundreds of households whistled long, and the cavalry team divided into two wings and surrounded the enemy troops who were hiking in the grass.

Three hundred steps! Two hundred steps! One hundred steps!

The head of the hundred households who rushed to the front calculated the distance at any time. Seeing that the last Song army was close enough to him, he pulled the stubborn sheep horn bow in his hand and placed a locust arrow on the bow.

He suddenly felt a sank under him. When he looked down, the war horse gradually fell into the mud.

The back of Yanjia Village was originally a pond used for irrigation, but later the irrigation canal was diverted. The water here became sparse and gradually became a deep swamp. It was covered with wind and soil on weekdays, like a piece of dry land. If the villagers didn't say anything, outsiders could not see that this was a swamp accumulated by silt.

But Yang Xuan knew.

"Rise the flag." Yang Xuan looked at the dozens of enemy troops struggling in the swamp, and his tone seemed as relaxed as calling wine and food in a wine shop. Shi Gang raised the red flag in his hand high.

The Song army, who were desperately hiking into the grass, killed them at some point, lined up in three rows, and stood in the grass and launched wave after wave of volleys according to the command of the commander.

"When is it now, why are you going to have a volley?" Yang Xuan stood up and shouted loudly: "Free shooting! Shoot all these fools trapped in the mud to death!" Before he finished speaking, an arrow flew over from his cheek.

It is worthy of being the elite of all battles sweeping the world. Even though they struggled in the swamp, many people still raised their bows and arrows to fight back. Of course, the strength of the arrows to fight back was nothing, but it was still accurate. They instantly killed and injured several soldiers from You Yi Camp.

More people waved iron ball cards to block the rain of arrows, and even blocked many flying feather arrows.

The more than 30 Mongolian soldiers who rushed behind stopped their steps in time, took off the rope from the horse's neck, and threw it to their companions trapped in the mud to rescue them. However, the more they pulled the rope out, the greater the suction force in the mud.

Some people tried to shoot at the Song army with bows and arrows to cover the people in the swamp, but they did not dare to approach the swamp easily due to the range of the slumber. After firing a few arrows, they found that although the arrows were far away, they could not reach the Song army lined up to shoot in a row.

These shameless people who dare not face the battle head-on stand at a safe distance and shoot arrows at targets that cannot move at once. They look leisurely and free, just like practicing a target on the shooting range.

The Mongolian cavalry standing on the dry land saw that the momentum was not good, and did not care about their companions who were staying in the mud, and decisively rode their horses and ran northward.

The cavalry hurriedly passed Yanjia Village and walked through the crowded village roads when they were about to leave the village, a row of wooden fences suddenly erected in the flat ground.

The cavalry led by the leaders could not stop the horses and crashed into the fences with people and horses. In the small village where there were originally no one, Song soldiers holding long spears and spears were found, and then the houses and fences were covered, and they stabbed the cavalry with difficulty in mobility.

The Song army quietly waited in the woods next to Yanjia Village, waiting for the Mongolian army to leave the village, and immediately sneaked into the village and ambushed.

Chen Guang stood behind the earthen wall and seized the opportunity, stabbed a desperate Mongolian cavalry off the horse with one shot. He held the spear and shouted loudly: "Poke all of them down, don't let one go!"

The fierce battle in the village did not go on for a long time. The Mongolian cavalry crowded between the small roads of the houses could not advance or retreat. They were divided into several sections by the Song army attacking from all sides, and were all annihilated when they were young.

Chen Guang ordered the soldiers to clean the battlefield and ran to the south of the village to check the battle situation. The Song army was still shooting the enemy leisurely.

He shouted loudly: "Commander, you can almost stop!"

Yang Xuan looked at Chen Guang holding up his spear in a distance and called Shi Gang: "Put the flag."

With the red flag closed, the soldiers stopped the bows and arrows in their hands one after another.

Chen Guang and dozens of soldiers dragged the remaining dozen exhausted Mongolian soldiers to the shore, and found the body of the Mongolian household chief.

Yang Xuan walked over and looked carefully. He saw that the hundred households were almost filled with Song army's arrows, and they were still holding the beautiful stubborn horn bow firmly in their hands. Several soldiers wanted to snatch the bow, but they could not break the hand of the dead.

Yang Xuan walked up to pay homage to the corpse and said, "It's a hero." After that, he raised his hand and cut off the head of the hundred-household chief.

Since Yang Xun left with the team, Lu Xunzhi almost never went down to the wooden building at the village gate. Although the commander sat upright in front of the wooden building, he looked calm and composed, everyone knew that he was very worried about the success or failure of the first battle of the Tulong Army.

Not only Lu Xun, but everyone in the village, whether the military or civilians, were looking forward to Yang Xuan's expedition bringing back a real victory. If Yang Xuan really escaped in a panic or simply could not come back, then what was waiting for the big village was likely to be a destruction.

As a Confucian scholar, Lu Xunzhi certainly could not show his nervous side, but behind his calm posture, his fist clenched in his sleeves had already soaked in sweat.

When he wanted to stand up and move his muscles, the lookout whistle on the wooden building shouted: "I saw the flag of Youyi Camp!"

What appeared on the road to the north was a proud and successful team.

Yang Xuan, who was dressed neatly, rode on a newly captured war horse. The scimitar hanging on his waist was particularly eye-catching. He walked slowly at the front of the team and turned around from time to time to shout, "Who was the one who won the first victory of the Tulong Army!"

The marching team responded in unison: "Only I, You Yi, who is invincible!" "Only I, You Yi, who is invincible!"

"Open the village gate!" Lu Xunzhi remained silent, but others could find his body trembling slightly.

The gate of the village opened, and a team of soldiers came out to welcome the triumphant comrades. The soldiers and civilians in the village gathered on both sides of the avenue and watched happily the first victory achieved by the new army that had just been established a few months ago.

At the forefront of the team were dozens of captured horses, carrying captured armor, flags and equipment on the horses.

Following the horse tribe were the most powerful urchin archers in this battle. They were all energetic, with red oil bow gourds and red oil feather arrow gourds hanging around their waists, and striding forward with their chests.

The long soldiers carried long spears and followed the archers. Although they did not have as much credit as the archers, their morale was still encouraging.

At the end of the team were the prisoners who were closely guarded, all of whom were disheveled and embarrassed. Some children picked up the stones on the ground and smashed them towards the prisoners.

It is naturally impossible for the crowd to have any sympathy for the Mongols. Even the captives themselves looked down and were depressed, and they did not intend to respond to these insults at all.

There was only one young Mongolian soldier who struggled hard while cursing loudly in Mongolian language.

"What are he cursing there?" Lu Qingchun, the leader of the camp, couldn't help but ask curiously. He was originally a scholar in the hinterland and knew nothing about Mongolian language.

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Lu Xunzhi said: "He was saying that Tasi was coming, and no one in our village could survive by then. Let us prepare to die sooner."

Lu Qingchun thought in confusion: "Tasi? Who is Tasi?"

"Tas?" Yang Xuan held the pouch he had just taken off and walked over a few steps and asked, "What he was really talking about Taas just now? If this is true, it means that the manager may be in big trouble..."

Zheng Yunming could not understand how terrifying the so-called big trouble was at this time. He felt frustrated that the defense of Shatou City could not be as perfect as the old camp.

It is already a great thing to be able to rush up a defensive city wall in three days. It is impossible to rely on Zheng Yunming and his three thousand soldiers alone.

Most of the civil engineering work in the middle is due to the temporary recruitment of strong men from Shatou City. The same job that arrives in Shatou City is to separate the strong men, young women and the weak. The strong men undertake the task of fortification construction, women are organized to create the weapons they need, while the young and old cook.

According to Zheng Yunming's understanding, this should be a natural distribution for the city that is defending, but what he doesn't understand is that people are willing to take the initiative to obey and arrange voluntary work and work, and it must be when they truly understand the threat they are facing.

The people of Shatou City obviously did not really believe the news that the Mongols might have come. Some people began to clamor that what General Manager Zheng did was useless work, purely to get some benefits from the people and come to enjoy them in advance.

Wang Deng's countermeasure was to pull the troops around the troubled people, and then detain a few people who were in charge of the trouble first.

"Using extraordinary means during the war, this is not the time to show kindness." Wang Deng rewarded Zheng Yunming in this way.

Zheng Yunming also nodded and said that he could not tolerate many mothers during the war, and it was the time when the generals were arbitrary.

Under the strict supervision of Wang Deng and other generals, they set up a huge wooden wall imitating the Laoya Mountain Camp, and dug more than two feet of trenches outside the city wall.

The urgently made horse-rejected horses were sparsely arranged on the periphery, and even Zheng Yunming himself felt that these hasty horse-rejected horses were difficult to really hinder the Mongolians.

The manufacturing of wood and rolling stones is constantly rushing to work day and night, but the number of things that can be completed in three days is also very limited, not to mention the continental cards and battle sheds.
Chapter completed!