The original heavy explosion sound was like a death knell. The heavy hammer was hitting Prince Kublai Khan. 5&&) He could almost imagine that under the heavy shelling, his subordinates fell one by one under the damage of the shells.

If the power of the artillery of the "Huaxia Army" army in the previous battle made him feel a little worried. Then the artillery of the Chinese Navy fleet now gave him the feeling of fear. Although the caliber of the "Reincarnation Ii-type mortar cannon" and the "Dragon Extinguishing Mortar cannon" are only 100 mm apart, different charges represent different powers.

When Prince Kublai Khan was driving his horse to run with all his might, his heart trembling in bursts of explosions. He knew that he had just buried the 300,000 troops of the Mongolian Khanate. Now regret is like a sharp claw scratching his heart, and the regret in his heart cannot be expressed in words.

The most fundamental problem is that he did not listen to his daughter Yuelie. Now his last capital has been completely lost in this bet. This not only indicates that his future is not good, but also determines the future of the Mongolian Khanate, which is really not wonderful.

Everyone closed their mouths, everyone quickly drove their war horses, and everyone was in a hurry to leave. Not only was the prince Kublai Khan and his party who were already running away, but also included the Mongolian army that was still on the battlefield and was excitedly planning to wipe out the "Chinese Army" in front of them.

When the warships on the river fired their second volley, all the Mongolian soldiers turned around and ran to the barracks without anyone's greeting. Because their war horses were still there, if there were no war horses, I believe no one could have really escaped. {http:

As the saying goes, defeat is like a mountain of fall! At this moment, under the attack of the Royal Navy Indian Ocean Fleet of the "Huaxia Empire", more than 120,000 remaining people from the entire Mongolian army fled from the battlefield together. Those who ran early followed the smoke and dust when Prince Kublai and his friends ran away. Others who escaped later, especially those Mongolian soldiers who were in front of the Zhucheng City Wall, just ran to the camp.

As we all know, the Mongolian army has given up riding war horses to attack in the fortress of the "Chinese Army". Because that will become a target, and based on experience, in dialect, the casualty rate of soldiers on war horses will be higher when they encounter artillery attacks.

This principle is very simple. When an explosion sounds in the crowd, the angle of shrapnel is more likely to hit people at high places. When the shells strike, the infantry can also lie underground and avoid most shrapnel.

But now when you run away, this is a pity. The Mongolian soldiers who couldn't run in time moved their legs and ran to the camp desperately. Although many of them had vomited because of the rushing, no one stopped. Because the artillery on the warships were still firing volleys, sweeping large areas of life into the death area of ​​the explosion.

When the Mongols, who had finally breathed heavily, came to their barracks, they were surprised to find that most of the people here had run away. The frightened war horses were running around in the camp, making shrill neighing sounds. This was not a problem for the Mongolian soldiers who grew up on horseback, who grabbed the reins or moved the saddle. They followed the war horse for two steps and jumped behind the war horse.

However, not everyone is so lucky.

The soldiers without war horses had to throw away everything on themselves. Now they only have one word in their hearts - escape. The farther away from the terrible things on the river, the better. Therefore, after the explosion just now, they should be ready to shoot again. The shelling with the destructive aura finally made the Mongolian soldiers understand that it is not shameful to escape in the face of such an attack.

The soldiers who were just under the steps dropped everything in their hands, including the armor and all the weapons on their bodies, when they were about to leave here. Suddenly, the roar of shells came from the sky, and the sound of the shelling was messy and dense. When the rocket launcher was shooting in the sky, the red trajectories crossed together in the sky, forming a large net of death. They covered them, and bursts of explosions rose from the ground. In the smoke, there were sharp roars from flying shrapnel.

But the explosion seemed to cover something. The moment before the shells arrived, the conscious Mongolian soldiers immediately fell to the ground. Although the strong vibration made them stand up, they seemed to be drunk. Looking at the world full of thick smoke and flames, I didn't know where they were.

However, as their hearing recovered, they seemed to hear some familiar sounds. This sound even made them feel a little happy, stretching out the back of their hands, which were dyed black by the smoke, and rubbing their eyes.

"Horse...where is the horse...hearse the sound of hooves..."

The Mongolians are a nation on horseback. I remember that in ancient poems, it once said that "Hu'er can ride a horse at the age of ten." Horses are their best companions. Especially now, in this hell of iron and fire, if there is a horse, all Mongolian soldiers believe that they can quickly leave here on the horse's back and escape from this terrible thing.

In the days to come, they would rather never have the idea of ​​greed and never follow anyone to the Han people's place. No matter how good the place is, it is from the Han people. No matter how rich the property is, it is from the Han people. No matter how beautiful the woman is, it is from the Han people. At this moment, all they think about is at home, they can drink horse milk and wine in supper, and play their horse-head fiddle in the warm evening on the grassland.

Unfortunately, this is not a time to sigh or regret. Because the "Huaxia Empire" did not intend to give them a chance to regret or regret. Under the blade surrounded by charcoal, there was a sharp blade formed by the sharp Damascus blade. With the strength of the war horse, it swept through its hands.

The head was rushed straight into the sky with blood. What you could see in the last gaze was the wide front of the "Chinese Army" who were wearing colorful armor and riding the most war horses. At this time, they had blocked the road to escape, and all the Mongolian soldiers who did not ride horses became the targets of their pursuit in the wilderness.

When the sunset was shining on the battlefield with the last ray of afterglow, there were no one standing here except the cavalry of the "Chinese Army", and everyone fell under the cavalry's sword.

Zhao Taibo met with the others on a remaining bamboo city. He said this as he looked at the dead bodies everywhere on the battlefield and the eagle that circled in the sky that day and couldn't stop roaring.

"Afaf, how are you doing in the Pearl Province of Ceylon? If possible, I want to start cleaning up the unsightly Southern Song Dynasty court!"
Chapter completed!