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Chen Dexing stood in front of two rows of crossbowmen, looking at the Mongolian cavalry rushing like raging waves.

What turns the tide at the end of the world, what saves China in the end of the world, what drives the barbarians to the north of the Mobei, these so-called ambitions cannot rise in his heart at this moment.

What he cares about now is one thing, live! Being desperate to survive under the impact of thousands of Mongolian cavalry!

After standing on the battlefield for half a day, he went back and forth between life and death, which made him completely integrate into this cruel and outrageous era. The Song Dynasty... This era that attracted many literati in later generations was said to be the prosperity of literary governance and literary talent. It has nothing to do with Chen Dexing on the battlefield at present, and has nothing to do with the nearly a thousand Wu Rui Army soldiers who were temporarily under his command.

These soldiers who were put to death can only rely on their own martial arts to gain a glimmer of hope!

But where is this glimmer of life? There are 5,000 enemies on the opposite side, including 1,000 Mongolian cavalry and 4,000 Mongolian Han infantry... Chen Dexing knew that if the Mongolian cavalry drove the Han army to attack, his thousand people would not be able to withstand consumption at all! It would have become a luxury to survive!

"Boardman, change the formation...a line-up!" Chen Dexing suddenly bit his teeth and issued an order loudly.

What? A horizontal lineup? This is what... the soldiers and generals who heard the order were stunned.

"Listen to my orders, a row of horizontal lines, those who dare to violate the orders will be killed without mercy!" Chen Dexing yelled again. Now he can only show weakness and the enemy, and set up a thin row of horizontal lines to lead the Mongols to rush forward! Even if he dies, he will have to kill a few more real Tartars!

"No, quickly change the array, a line of horizontal lines..."

Five hundred crossbowmen were organized into two divisions by Chen Dexing. Gao Da led the strong bow division and Liu Shang led the strong crossbow division. The two temporary generals hesitated a little and then executed Chen Dexing's orders without fail. They loudly issued orders to the temporary teams under their respective troops - the latter were designated by the temporary generals.

Chen Dexing raised his pedal bow with one hand and shouted loudly: "I will shoot myself. If my arrows don't come out, all the crossbowmen will not fire arrows. Those who violate the order will be killed without mercy!"

"promise!"

Chen Dexing paused, looked at the Mongolian cavalry who were out of the opposite side three hundred steps away, and took a deep breath. Now he is seeking to live in death, no, it is even hard to even seek to live! What he wants is to kill a few more Mongolian Tartars...

"You guys, would you like to follow me to the underworld today?" Chen Dexing roared again.

"Wish to follow!" everyone echoed.

"If you cannot kill all the Tartars in this life, you will fight with the troops in the next life!" Chen Dexing shouted out his heartfelt words. At this moment, he didn't feel that he could live to walk down today's hell-like battlefield. He could only ask for another battle with the Tartars in the next life...

Chen Dexing thought to himself: "There is no national destiny for a hundred years in the Yuan Dynasty. Maybe he will be the front pawn of Zhu Hongwu's army in the next life?"

Everyone also responded in unison: "I will kill all the Tartars with Chengxin in the next life!"

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"Li Kuan replied, when will your people get on?"

Just when Chen Dexing was determined to die, a team of thousands of people led by Alihan, the son of Yeliugan, the marshal of the Mongolian capital of Zhuyi, had already set up a battle formation next to the four thousand red-coated soldiers. However, Alihan did not issue an offensive order, but rode his horse to Li Cuixian and Li Xiong.

If he could drive Han'er to die, Alihan would not want his Mongolian cavalry to suffer any losses...

Li Cuixian smiled and waved at the personal soldiers beside him. Someone took a blood-red bag and opened it in front of Alihan. It was Lu Zhaolin's head inside.

"This is the head of Lu Zhaolin, the commander of the Southern Barbarian Wu Rui army. His Wu Rui army has been defeated by me and killed no less than ten thousand people. Our army is exhausted and can't stand the battle."

Killing ten thousand people? If you can have three thousand, it will be against the will of heaven! Alihan gave Li Cuixian a blank look and cursed in his heart. But Li Cuixian didn't listen to the orders and his father was helpless, let alone his small thousand households?

"Since that's the case, let us Mongolian cavalry trample on those qianhan!" Alihan's face turned pale and he deliberately said "a qianhan" in front of Li Cuixian.

Li Cuixian just smiled, "Alihanan replied that if he thought the southern barbarians on the other side were only worth one cent, he would rather not fight... Otherwise, it would be a loss-making deal to trade one Mongolian life for ten one cents."

"You..." Alihan's face turned a little blue again, and he swung his hand and walked to arrange the offensive.

At this time, Li Xiong came to Li Cuixian again and asked in a low voice: "Three Princesses, why do you have to mess with Ye Liu Gan and Alihan's father and son?"

Li Cuixian just snorted coldly, "If I follow the wishes of their father and son, the 6,000 red-coated soldiers we brought will not be enough!"

Li Xiong frowned, "Not it?"

Li Cuixian smiled, raised the whip and pointed at Song Jun who was fighting with his back: "Fourth brother, you will know later!"

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“Woo woo woo woo…”

With the sound of shrill Mongolian horns, the Mongolian cavalry, who had already set up their formations on the battlefield, began to charge! The first one was to launch a brigade composed of three hundred teams, and the commander was Saliman, the beloved general of Alihan's subordinate. Although there were only three hundred cavalry, they still rushed on the battlefield and still exerted a thunderous momentum.

"It's probably a loss of twenty cavalry to solve these qian men!" Alihan, who was watching the battle behind, gently tapped his calfskin shoes with a horse whip, and said to himself. "It's still a bit too much... Li Cuixian, the witch is so hateful, and I don't know which little prince will fall into the hands of the end?"

"How can such a thin formation be able to withstand the rush of the Iron Cavalry!"

Sariman, who was in the lead, thought proudly while Fang Ping's cavalry. When using crossbowmen to fight against the cavalry in front of the battle, he would only shoot two times at most, and his 300 cavalry were all wearing heavy armor. How could he be injured by just a few hundred crossbowmen? These southern barbarians were not fighting, they were obviously looking for death!

‘Two hundred meters, one hundred ninety meters, one hundred eighty meters…one hundred fifty meters!’

Chen Dexing had no distracting thoughts in his mind, but he was just concentrating on estimating the distance - the distance between the galloping Mongolian horse team and himself. One hundred and fifty meters were almost the hundred steps of the Song people, and it was time for the crossbows to exert their power.

But Chen Dexing did not shoot out the arrow cluster - although he was sure to shoot people and horses a hundred steps away, there were no five hundred crossbowmen behind him!

"I believe it, it's within a hundred steps, shoot quickly!"

A shout came from behind Chen Dexing, it was the thick and generous young man named Tall.

"If my arrows do not come out, I will not fire arrows. Those who violate the order will be killed without mercy!"

Chen Dexing just repeated his original order. He fired arrows a hundred steps away from the battle, two to four shots, which was a tactic passed down since the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. No one has ever doubted its correctness. However, Chen Dexing knew that after the local war entered the gunpowder era dominated by smoothbore guns, an infantryman who dared to withstand several rounds of volleys of the enemy and set the enemy within 30 meters, or even 20 meters, and then fired within 20 meters. This tactic of putting the enemy closer turned the British musket infantry into one of the most intimidating infantry in the world in the 18th and 19th centuries!

Now Chen Dexing does not have a smoothbore rifle in his hand, only a step bow... but he can also put the enemy closer and then shoot! Although the Mongolians have thick leather armor, they cannot stop the shooting of the strong bow god arm within thirty or even twenty steps!

Within twenty steps, a volley shot, five hundred arrow clusters, not only two hundred and fifty arrow clusters... are enough!
Chapter completed!