Chapter 23: Bloody Battle at the Bridgehead

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Just then, several fire bombs from outside the city fell from the top of their heads.

Amid a deafening roar, most of the nearby houses were destroyed or collapsed. One of them fell just in the entire bridge deck, in the center of the two sides fighting.

More than 200 people who were fighting in the middle of the bridge all caught fire and burned. The broken limbs and bodies of the dead were thrown away, and blood instantly dyed the ground red.

Zarchiwuti, a hundred households of the Mongolian army, aimed at the gaps where the crowd was scattered and shouted wildly, "Mongolian warriors, wave your sharp sabers and rush with me!"

The fierceness of the Mongolian army, the judgment of his vision, and his command ability are all harsh.

He led hundreds of warriors under his command, as if they were crazy, swept across a bridge less than a hundred meters long, shouted to each other with other Mongolian warriors, waved the scimitar in his hands, and slashed into the chest of the Khwarezmian archer.

As for Zarchiwuti himself, his trouser legs were rolled up to his knees, and his furry calves were covered with countless thorns, all of which were connected by high and bulging blood vessels.

In addition to the charred and broken corpses on the ground, the Khwarezm people were killed by him.

The entire bridge deck was empty, and the Khwarezmian archers were all trapped in close combat.

If you cannot conquer this crucial bridge, you will definitely be beheaded by Ogedei.

So, Lei Zhentian had no reason to miss this god-given opportunity. His eyes were dark and bright, shining, and shouted behind his body, "Run over! Capture the bridge!"

Qianhu's orders were heard in the ears of the three thousand Mongolian warriors, rolling like thunder, and spreading far and far away.

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"Current contact figures are refreshed: Khwarezm Light Infantry."

"Current contact figures are refreshed: Khwarezm light spearmen."

"Current contact figures are refreshed: Khwarezm light javelins!"

"Current contact figures are refreshed: Khwarezm heavy javelin."

"Current contact characters refresh:..."

The battle for the bridge lasted for an hour. At this moment, Lei Zhentian could no longer remember that this was the Khwarezmian who died under his command.

The bridge about ten meters wide is covered with corpses, including many parts of the bridge itself, and its damage is simply indescribable.

Arrows radiated from an unknown dark corner from time to time, taking away the lives of one or two Mongolians.

There was thick smoke and chaos everywhere in sight.

"The scimitar warrior is in front and the archer is behind. Be sure to guard the bridge!——!"

Losing a bridge means losing water source, which has a very fatal blow to Yulong Jiechi. In this situation, it caused the Khwarezmians to fight back with great despair.

Standing behind the scimitar Warrior, Lei Zhentian's eyes came to him with a large area of ​​black waves of human beings. In that visible world, from one end to another, everyone was huddled with heads.

Having just issued an order to defend the bridge to the death, Lao Lei pulled over the guard next to him and shouted to him, "Go out of the city immediately and report to Prince Ogedei. He said that the bridge has been captured and request reinforcements!"

If Lei Zhentian had some understanding of Yu Long Jiechi's offensive and defensive battle, he might have given up completely.

Because in historical records, this battle to seize the bridge ended in failure.

Rile and Ke Qianhu were the ones who were loyal to "Shu Chi". Ogedei and Shu Chi have always been incompatible.

Ogedei, who served as the head coach of the siege, did not send reinforcements to the "Rielhok", and the final result of the three thousand Mongolian warriors was all killed without exception.

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For the next two hours, Lei Zhentian spent the endless waiting and suffering.

More than half of the three thousand Mongolian warriors were killed, and by this time, only more than a thousand were left. Although the Mongols suffered heavy casualties, the Khwarezm people on the opposite side paid three times or even five times, a heavier and bloody price than the Mongolian side.

In a chaotic scene, there was a Khwarezmian who showed outstanding performance, whizzing past Lao Lei with a knife and slashing into the neck of a Mongolian warrior. The blood shot hit the blade and immediately sputtered on Lao Lei's face, instantly radiating into a miserable redness in his eyes.

"Die!"

The Khwarezmian, who had outstanding performance, had not yet been able to get close to Lei Zhentian, and the crescent-like scimitar flew over and was embedded in his entire chest.

After throwing out the scimitar, Lao Lei carried a short-handled mace and continued to smash the head of a Khwarezmian. He immediately coated a layer of white brains on his bright red armor.

"Current contact characters are refreshed: Khwarezm Sultan Assault Soldier!"

"Current contact characters are refreshed: Khwarezm Sultan's heavy spear soldiers."

After deciding on the text, Lao Lei found that the enemies he faced were becoming more and more elite.

The beating eyelids brushed off all the blood in their eyes, causing Lei Zhentian to see that countless Khwarezmians, like floods that filled the river trough, suddenly collapsed and roared, rushing onto the bridge unstoppable.

And the thousand Mongolian warriors who were flooded by the Khwarezmians completely forgot where they were. There was probably only one word left in their minds, that is, killing!——!

"Give up the bridgehead, gather the formation, and defend the center!"

In order to get rid of the disadvantage of numbers, Lei Zhentian had to give up hundreds of subordinates at the bridgehead. He used the width of the bridge to block the Khwarezmian people within a narrow area.

"Three hours have passed, and there are still five long hours."

Lao Lei wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves, looked up at the red sun shining on the red land, so shining so bright that he couldn't open his eyes.

Reorganize the thousand subordinates around him, and arrange ten columns in a column.

The first column is the sword, shield and hand. The second column is the mace. Before the close-fitting battle, all the eight columns behind used bows and arrows to shoot at the dense Khwarezm people.

Whether in close combat or long-range, the Mongolian army can be regarded as the elite among the elite.

Under each armor, there is a head that never lowers. After three hours, many Mongolian warriors turned red and shouted loudly, and even bleeding from the corners of their mouths, but they still slashed and killed desperately, with ferocious faces, like bloodthirsty wolves. As long as their bodies standing on the battlefield never fell, they seemed to be tireless.

A bloody offensive and defensive battle broke out again like this.

With the impact of the Khwarezmians' life-threatening impact, the entire bridge was filled with the sound of killing sounds shook the sky!

Countless scimitars were turning the pounds and flying towards the troops on both sides.

In front of the first column, the poor Khwarezm spearmen were chopped and smashed by countless scimitars and maces before they could resist, and they were killed so hard that their flesh and blood were flying everywhere.
Chapter completed!