The Battle of Xiangyang (3)

  After a fierce battle through the night, the Mongolian soldiers grew in number, from initially two or three men per small squad to now seven or eight men per squad, with each squad spaced about 100 meters apart. So many people made it impossible for everyone to take action, and they could only retreat back.

  Hiding in the small woods, looking at those fine horses, everyone was laughing loudly. Although they didn't kill for a long time, but the number of people they killed is not small, look at these horses, roughly there are at least two or three hundred horses.

  "Master Shu, the Mongolian cavalry is now tightly guarded. I think we should first send these horses back and rest before saying anything else!" Lin Heng suggested to Qiu Chuji again, and Qiu Chuji thought for a moment before agreeing. The eleven of them then led the horses in the direction of Xin Ye.

  Xinye is the administrative office under Xiangyang, together with Dengzhou, they jointly defend Xiangyang. If you want to break through Xiangyang, Mongolia must attack and capture both cities. However, now that Mongolia has come out, there are still no Mongolian soldiers around the four sides of the two cities, which is also the reason why these people can come and go freely.

  Soon, the crowd returned to XinYe, where they also saw some people from the Beggar Clan. These people were also leading their horses, and as soon as they met, they started chatting with each other, boasting about how many Tartars they had killed. As they got excited, they sat together, drinking wine from large bowls and laughing loudly.

  Looking at this, Lin Heng shook his head and returned to his own room. He sat cross-legged on the bed, meditating to recover his true energy. At around dawn, a knock on the door woke up Lin Heng, he immediately walked out of the room, saw it was Qiu Chuji, and immediately clasped his fists in respect: "Master Uncle, I don't know what you want me for?"

  "Master, we plan to launch another surprise attack on the Mongolian cavalry before dawn. This time, everyone will join forces and try to catch them off guard." As he spoke, Qiu Chuji recounted his discussion with the martial artists and the city's generals. At this moment, it was just before dawn, when people were usually at their lowest spirits. The Mongolian army's defenses would likely be relaxed at this time. A surprise attack could very well succeed. Of course, if only the martial artists were involved, they might only manage to kill a few more people. But with the addition of several thousand government troops, it was possible that a major disaster could occur.

  Lin Heng nodded at once and turned around to pick up his long sword, following Qiu Chuji to the military camp square.

  Here is the translation:

  Here, Xin Ye Shou Jiang was boosting morale, and several thousand soldiers below were all wearing armor, holding long spears, and shouting loudly. Before long, the army marched out of the city, with these martial artists at the forefront. In the negotiations, it was they who launched the first wave of attacks. With their exceptional martial arts skills, they directly charged into the enemy camp, setting fires and killing everywhere, disrupting the Mongols' formation. Then, the Xin Ye soldiers would launch a cavalry charge. If successful, they would surely defeat the Mongols and even deter them from attacking Xiangyang. If they failed, these men would likely die in the Mongol camp, as their numbers were too small to compare with the Mongol army of 100,000.

  Taking a deep breath, Lin Heng's feet tapped the ground, and he suddenly sprang out. The long sword on his back didn't even leave its scabbard as he leaped to the top of the Mongolian scout's head, lightly patting the two men's heads with a "pa pa" sound. The two scouts fell one after another, their lives gone. Lin Heng's two palms were light, but they instantly shattered the brain nerves of the two men, so they didn't make any noise before dying.

  He killed two people, Lin Heng's body spun like a top in the air, and under him, those scouts who had just discovered something unusual were about to cry out when they were slapped to death by Lin Heng.

  Killed these scouts, Lin Heng immediately touched one side and went, he followed the method this time, and killed several groups of scouts in a row. There were also people like him, such as Qiu Chuji and others, who were Quanzhen Sect disciples, and they took on the task of opening the way this time, killing the scouts blocking the front, allowing the army to pass through quietly, while also letting those martial artists enter the camp, killing people and setting fires everywhere.

  Just as Lin Heng continued to work, he suddenly heard the sound of shouting and cheering coming from afar, and flames also rose into the sky at the same time. Lin Heng knew that those people had succeeded.

  At once, Lin Heng abandoned those scouts and rushed towards the main camp.

  The Mongolian camp was suddenly set on fire, and everyone panicked. The martial artists were like ghosts, killing wildly around them, which scared the Mongolian soldiers. The subsequent arrival of the Song army officers made them even more chaotic. In this chaotic environment, Lin Heng was like a god of war, his heavy sword taking away lives every time it swung out.

  The Mongolian army transformed into a battlefield of Asura, with limbs and arms scattered everywhere, the smell of blood was overwhelming, making people feel nauseous. But here, everyone was driven mad by the taste of fresh blood, they didn't treat the Mongolians as human beings at all, each one only knew how to kill, kill, kill...

  Originally, things were going well, but unfortunately, after about a moment, the Mongolian cavalry in front of everyone suddenly began to retreat cautiously. They lined up one by one and soon gathered together. With so many people gathering together, it would be troublesome to kill them. Just then, several martial artists wanted to fly in and disrupt their formation, but before they could even land, they were pierced through the heart by long spears from deep within the ranks. Seeing this, Lin Heng knew that he and his men could only do so much; without a large army charging into battle, they would not be able to break through the Mongolian military formation.

  Taking a deep breath, Lin Heng instantly retreated and killed those Mongolian soldiers who were few or alone. Of course, he was still looking at the Song army generals, and found that at this time, the Song army generals had already been surrounded by the Mongolian army, and more and more people were gathering there. In a little while, I'm afraid several tens of thousands of people will surround them.

  "No way, I have to think of a plan!" Lin Heng was anxious in his heart, he looked around and hoped to find something useful. Soon, he saw the horses in the stable and thought of the Fire Ox Formation. He immediately grabbed a nearby torch, killed the Mongolian cavalry blocking the road, and rushed into the stable.

  There were many stables, with at least four or five thousand horses inside. However, these horses were clearly not the entire Mongolian army. Lin Heng didn't care about that anymore. He cut open the reins and set fire to the horse tails. The horses felt the heat and immediately became agitated, as more and more horses surged forward, those in front could no longer hold back, one by one they burst out of the stables and galloped away in all directions.

  The galloping fire horses inspired fear, but the fire horses that couldn't run in the crowd only caused panic. The fire horses that ran out of the stable did start running, but once they entered the crowd, they automatically slowed down their speed. However, as the horse tails burned more and more fiercely, the fire horses began to get restless. More importantly, Lin Heng didn't release all the horses at once; instead, he released a second batch after the first batch stopped. Under the impact of the second batch of fire horses, the first batch finally started galloping furiously. At this point, they completely disregarded the surrounding crowd and ran with all their might, like mad wild bulls, charging at people and trampling them into pulp.

  Seeing this, Lin Heng was delighted. He planned to release the third batch of horses on both sides, but before he could do so, he heard a gust of wind behind him and immediately dodged to the side. A dull thud followed, and Lin Heng saw a dense swarm of small black dots flying towards him. He was startled and quickly waved his long sword to protect himself. However, these black dots were too scattered and numerous; although he blocked most of them, some still hit his body.

  "Iron sand... is poisonous sand!" Lin Heng's face looked unpleasant, and he raised his head to look at the newcomer. Under the firelight, he saw that the newcomer's face was pale purple, holding a weapon like a mourning stick. "You are Xiao Xiangzi!" Lin Heng exclaimed, never expecting that Xiao Xiangzi would be serving in the Mongolian army at this time.

  "Haha... I didn't think you little kid actually knew me?" Xiao Xiangzi looked at Lin Heng with some surprise. His voice was as stiff and harsh as his appearance.

  He took a deep breath and Lin Heng knew he had fallen into Xiao Xiangzi's trap. For a short time, nothing might happen, just like Guo Jing in the original work, but as time went on, it would be unbearable.

  "Take it!" With a loud cry, Lin Heng's long sword slashed horizontally, but Xiangxiangzi didn't expect that he had been poisoned by his own toxin. Not only did he not faint, but he also counterattacked with great force. Off guard, Xiangxiangzi had a piece of his sleeve cut off by Lin Heng, but reacting quickly, he used the mourning staff in his hand to block Lin Heng's attack. However, the enormous force behind it caused him to stumble backward several steps before regaining his footing.

  Just as he stood firm, Lin Heng attacked again. His powerful and heavy sword directly chopped down, scaring Xiao Xiangzi to hurriedly raise his mourning staff.

  A loud crash, the sword and stick collided, the huge mourning stick was shattered into seven or eight sections by Lin Heng's powerful blow, flying in all directions. Xiao Xiangzi let out a loud cry, secretly thinking it was bad, and immediately rolled on the ground to dodge Lin Heng's attack. However, Lin Heng's strike was too fast, although he dodged above, his lower leg was hit squarely by Lin Heng. A cracking sound was heard, and Xiao Xiangzi's entire right leg bent upwards.

  "Ah......" a pained cry, Xiangxiangzi couldn't care about anything else, and could only grab a handful of dirt to throw at Lin Heng before taking the opportunity to pull back her own leg and make a stumbling escape.

  Seeing this, Lin Heng did not pursue, but instead immediately released the other horses, ignited their tails, and let them rush out. He himself grabbed a intact horse, mounted it swiftly, and rushed towards the outside of the camp.