A stone bullet hit the cloud ladder that was lying on the village wall at close range, and shattered the top of the ladder with an iron hook and half of the wooden stake head. The cloud ladder fell off the village wall with soldiers climbing up.

When the soldiers of the Black Army saw the city guardians' crazy actions, they really began to feel a little scared. Some people began to retreat unconsciously and slowly retreated to the edge of the ladder to prepare to escape.

"Don't run away! There is nothing scary about the Southern Barbarian's magic! Bounce up to me!" Although the armored man said this, he actually slowly retreated on his own. Because he clearly saw Ren Xiongwei and Han Silang rushing over with another bamboo general.

When the soldiers of the Black Army saw this, they naturally felt even more timid.

There are many factors that work on the battlefield, such as the skills of soldiers, complete logistics, and command of generals. However, in the battle for the city wall, victory or defeat only depends on momentum.

The brave one wins when they meet in a narrow road. On the narrow wall of more than ten feet, whoever wins the commanding heights of courage can control the victory.

Even if this commanding heights were only seized by a few soldiers for a while.

There was another loud noise in the village wall at the west end. This was the sign of the Beiwei Army's desperate behavior. Several soldiers from the firearm team acted on their own. Under the smoke of gunpowder, the black soldiers who were closely attached to the village wall were killed and injured.

This is another heavy blow to the offensive mentality of the attacker.

Once the belief that cherishes honor as life begins to collapse, many Black soldiers began to flock to the cloud ladder and attempt to escape down the city.

At this time, the sound of horns sounded almost at the same time on both sides of Shatou City. Zhu Sheng led a team of soldiers to the west, and Qin Wu led a team of soldiers to reinforce at the same time on the east.

Under the attacks of three groups, the black army became even more at a loss, and some people were even forced to jump off the wall of the village, trying to escape.

Seeing that the situation was over, the armored man waved his iron spear to deal with Liu Chi's attack, and slowly pushed the last ladder in front of the last ladder, threw the iron shield at Liu Chi, turned around and climbed the ladder and was about to go down the city.

"Don't go!" Liu Zheng turned sideways over Tie Shield, threw down the knife and shield in his hand, bent down and picked up a hook and sickle spear on the ground. The spear head was stabbed at the big man.

The big man dodged his body and avoided the quick and fierce shot, and the hook and sickle hung the big man's belt.

Liu pressed against the wooden stake and tried his best to capture the man to the city. The man climbed onto the ladder and couldn't use his strength, so he could only curse loudly but couldn't use his strength.

Under the cloud ladder, a Mongolian soldier saw that the Black Army was about to be captured by the enemy. He immediately climbed up the cloud ladder and tried his best to grab the armored man's body. The pull was quite powerful. Liu Chi was led a few steps away, and half of his body poked out of the village wall was about to fall out.

Ren Xiongwei shouted loudly, stepped forward and grabbed Liu Ji's belt, and pulled it back fiercely. Several soldiers from Beiwei came to help. Everyone tried their best to pull the armored man and the Mongolian soldiers onto the wall of the village together.

Han Silang held a few lit-fire caltrops and jumped onto the village wall, smashing them hard at the black soldiers who were jumping down and shouting. After a few explosions, everyone could only see the backs of escaping to the north.

"Ren Xiongwei, I owe you a life!" Liu Jin thrust Ren Xiongwei's chest hard, turned around and laughed loudly at the armored man: "How is the martial arts of the Southern Barbarian?"

With his loud laughter, there were cheers that ran through the sky and earth on the village wall.

Zheng Yunming stretched out his sleeves to wipe the sweat from his head, and held the Beiwei soldiers beside him with his hands and stood up slowly. The flags on the village wall shook towards the Tatar army opposite, showing off the victory of the Song army.

At this time, the Mongolian army did not act aggressively. The archers removed their shields, collected their bows and horses. The gathered light cavalrymen were scattering again, merging into a star-like dispersal array.

The black-armored general once again rode his horse to the north gate where there were already corpses, and shouted loudly: "Minhan Nayan (Mongolian word for thousands of households) Shi Huanzhong was captured by you. He is an amazing warrior. King Tasi hopes to exchange him for a camel of gold!"

Zheng Yunming shouted loudly: "Go back and tell Tasi that if you want to exchange Shi Huanzhong for the return, ask him to exchange all the prisoners of Jingxiang!"

The black-armored general was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Tasi said! Yingtian is just a Daruwachi who manages the people! Where is the guardian of this city? Tashi knows his name!"

"The person guarding the city is Zheng Yunming, the general manager of Zhiyingtian!" Zheng Yunming shouted: "I have already told you, don't ask again and again!"

The black-armored general shouted: "The warriors on the grassland never regard their names as shame! If the general refuses to be known, it's fine. King Tasi said that this time the southern expedition is in a hurry, he must rush back to the north and no longer attack your city! But he will come back next autumn when he is tall and fat. At that time, he will ask the general manager Zheng Yunming to fight again!"

"Next autumn, tall and fat, Zheng is waiting for the king to arrive in this Jingxiang land!" Zheng Yunming shouted: "Stop sending it!"

The black-armored knight raised his spear and shouted angrily, and the Pegasus turned back to his original formation. The Tatar army rolled its flag and slashed its drums, and began to retreat in an orderly manner.

"Why don't we open the door and chase it?" Looking at Wang Deng's eagerness to try, Ge Huai glared at him: "If we retreat so strictly, even if our army pursues us, we can't beat others."

Zheng Yunming smiled and patted Wang Deng on the shoulder: "This first battle can win a victory from the invincible Tatars. It is considered a huge advantage, so how dare you pursue it?"

"Don't worry, there are so many opportunities to meet with the Tartars in the future."

"Now, clean the battlefield."

The walls of Shatou City were filled with gaps caused by wooden stakes that were smashed by General Zhu, and the corpses of our enemy and our soldiers were everywhere. Many wounded people from the Tulong Army and the Black Army were moaning loudly in the pile of corpses, as if adding a sad atmosphere to Shatou City after the war.

Zheng Yunming led everyone down to the wall of the village, but saw that the north gate was surrounded by the elderly and young people.

I don’t know who suddenly started crying, and tens of thousands of people cried together.

At this moment, they realized for the first time how terrifying the so-called war is.

The people were crying and bowing to Zheng Yunming: "Thank you, Lord General!" The general manager dared not forget the virtue of saving his life! "General General Manager General Manager recreated his parents!" cries sounded one after another.

Tens of thousands of people in Shatou City who escaped the Mongol blades only truly expose their feelings.

No matter how loud Zheng Yunming said, it would be useless. Any words of his words were drowned in the sound of gratitude. He had no choice but to leave Wang Deng and Ge Huai to comfort the terrified people. He found a loophole and hid in the alley.

As soon as I entered the alley, I found that the young white-robed man who used the continuous arrow technique to rush onto the horse road to reverse the situation at a critical moment was sitting on the street wiping the newly captured scimitar.

The silver mask with patterns on her face has not been removed, but her agile figure and the treasure-dial bow used in her hands have revealed her identity.

Zheng Yunming went over and sat next to the Lai family’s wife: “You shouldn’t have come out, I said that war is a man’s business.”

Yue'er turned her head to Zheng Yunming, and her silver buckle looked down on her two beautiful eyes and could not tell the joy and sorrow: "It has nothing to do with men and women, and anyone has something to protect."

"Besides." Her tone suddenly became proud: "War is not that difficult."

"What do you know..." Zheng Yunming sighed: "If I had known that war was so troublesome, I would have been happy to be a scholar in Lin'an."

Yue'er blinked: "You just sat on the city tower and watched the show for a long time. What's the trouble? Is it more troublesome than those of us who fought on our own?"

You are ignorant of the woman, not to mention that she just killed dozens of men. Zheng Yunming changed the topic: "Did you get this knife on the battlefield?"

Yue'er nodded: "You can take it from a Tartar officer, that man is so smelly..."

Zheng Yunming reached out to take the knife. The knife was curved like a crescent moon, obviously not a product of the Han area. The handle was equipped with handguards and were inlaid with gems of all sizes.

"Good knife." Zheng Yunming held the knife and slashed in the air several times: "Maybe this is the magic weapon cast in Damascus."

Yue'er widened her eyes and asked, "What is Damascus?"

"Damascus, or Damas Valley." Zheng Yunming handed the knife back to his wife: "It is a famous city in the western front of the Dashi Kingdom. Because this city is a major water and land town in the Dashi Kingdom, the transportation terminal is located, and merchants and materials are gathered. Therefore, it can collect fine gold from all over the world, gather the swords and armors made by the Dashi Kingdom, which are unparalleled in the world."

"When the Tatar army swept across the border of Khwarezm, they seized many weapons customized by Khwarezm from Damascus. This knife may be one of them."

Zheng Yunming's judgment was not correct. The unique silk pattern on the Damascus sword was a feature that identified his origin. It was not until ten years later that the Song Dynasty began to truly understand this. This knife was actually from the hand of the blacksmith family who lived by making swords in the southern part of Khwarezm. It was once worn by the Kangli Turkic general of Khwarezm. Later, during the Mongolian expedition to the west, it was replaced with a new Mongolian master.

"The world is really wonderful," Yue'er sighed leisurely: "In Shatou City, in the hinterland of Jingxiang, you can actually get a treasure knife made by the Dashi Country thousands of miles away."

"Because the world has changed." Zheng Yunming said: "From the Qin and Han Dynasties to the Tang Dynasty, people have never tried to conduct large-scale close exchanges between countries thousands of miles apart. Even the famous nomadic migration behaviors of the Huns and the Turks' westward migration were often completed in the span of several generations or more than ten generations. But in today's world, the strict marching system of the Mongols has broken through regional restrictions and has connected the distant Dashi Kingdom to the Central Plains in just twenty years."

"In the south, Arab merchants are crossing the narrow straits and expanding trade in the Arabian Sea to the countries of the South China Sea. In a time, it is conceivable to open up a new Silk Road before the Song Dynasty and the Dashi."

"The times have changed." Zheng Yunming's eyes shone with a glitter: "An opportunity to truly connect all countries in the world is in front of us. The emergence of Mongolia is not only an unprecedented disaster, but also an unprecedented opportunity. Those who seize this opportunity can not only achieve the glory of their own country, but also change the face of the world."
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