Kublai Khan came with a dark face and hurriedly with Yao Shu. When he saw Urian Hatai, he said to himself: "What's going on?"

"I don't know yet, to ensure the safety..." Before Urian Hatai's words could be finished, a shrill shout came from the end of Yaqian Street.

"Enemy attack!"

This sound was like a war drum ringing on the battlefield, and everyone's muscles tightened.

The hundred households just now were covered in blood and rushed from afar, desperately rushing from a distance. They didn't know where the helmet fell, and a bloody hole ran across the head.

He shouted something, and Urian Hatai stopped listening, turned around and supported Kublai Khan's hand and pulled a horse: "Please get on the horse! We will protect you and fight out!"

"Take my knife!" Kublai Khan's expression did not change, he turned over and jumped onto the horse and shouted to the people around him.

Someone had already given it to him. He used a golden knife, a curved blade, a broken iron, and a ivory trunk. It was inlaid with several gems. The whole knife was luxurious and exquisite, and it was of extraordinary value. It is said that it was given to him by Genghis Khan back then and was a symbol of identity.

Holding the scimitar back, Kublai Khan took the mail handed to him by the guards, and asked, "Where are the soldiers coming?"

"It's Song Bing! He has broken through the south gate and is rushing towards here!" Baihu had already run to the front of him and replied in response: "Our warriors are fighting with them, but they are many people, so I'm afraid they won't last long."

"Don't panic, your highness, let's take you a road." Urianhat jumped on another horse, tweeted the axe hanging on the saddle, and said loudly: "The only one in the four gates can go out. Please follow us to the south gate!"

Kublai nodded, and he had unconditional trust in Urian Hatai.

Urian Hatai raised the arch in his hand, kicked the horse's belly, and rushed out with one horse in the first place. Hundreds of riders followed him and came out one after another.

Kublai Khan was caught in the middle of his busy schedule. He turned around and shouted to the guards beside him: "Protecting Master Yao, what's the matter with him? I'll peel your whole family!"

Yao Shu also rode a horse and followed behind. Several guards agreed to slow down the horse and followed Yao Shu.

Hundreds of horses turned the long street and rode up the street leading to the south gate. As soon as they turned, Urian Hatai in front suddenly made a stop gesture and shout.

"stop!"

The Mongolian horse was well-trained and stopped at a slow slow pace almost at the same time.

Urian Hatai narrowed his eyes and looked at the front of the street.

The people running in a scattered manner were naturally not the focus of his attention. What he was looking at was the row of iron armor pushing flat walls facing him.

The black armor covered the entire body of the infantry, and even the face was wearing an iron ghost mask; the shiny sword was more than one person long, and the sharp blade was half a person tall. It was held in the hands of the black armored infantry, as if countless thorns had grown on the iron wall.

The black-armored soldiers occupied the entire street and blocked the way. There were layers of black behind them, and countless people were countless. Look at the roofs on both sides, and there were still many leather-armored soldiers jumping on the tiles, holding bows and arrows to shoot downwards.

The Mongolian soldiers blocking the road ahead were gone, probably dead.

"Is this... a Iron Pagoda that imitated the Jin Dynasty? Or an Iron Harrier from the Western Xia?" Kublai Khan didn't know when he rode his horse to the forefront. He looked at the black armor opposite and frowned.

"It's a bit like Tiefutu, but there are no horses, all infantry." Urian Hatai said in a deep voice: "It is the only way to go to the Nanmen. Please ask Your Highness to retreat a little. I will make a rush. When the Song army dispers, your Highness will go there again."

Kublai Khan stepped back, and the cavalry in iron armor stepped forward one after another.

"As before, four horses are in a row." Urian Hatai did not delay at all, and quickly gave the order: "Run!"

Without hesitation or thinking, the Mongolian heavy armored cavalry automatically divided into queues in the Mercedes-Benz. More than thirty heavy armored cavalry were divided into seven or eight rows. The first three rows were closely spaced, and the ones behind slightly opened the distance, and the ones on the front and back rushed towards the queue of ghost soldiers who were waiting for the battle.

Horses are like thunder, and people are like thunder.

The stone slabs on the entire street were shaking, and the horseshoes were knocking on the stone slabs, gathering into a rumble and intimidating murder song.

The cavalry in the back row hung a scimitar and axe, took out a long bow, and shot it with arrows.

If you stand opposite the cavalry at this moment, what comes into view and occupies the vision will be all the strong figures of the cavalry. On the narrow street, the arrangement of four horses is already the limit, and one more horse will hit the houses on both sides.

Ordinary soldiers, when they saw this scene, turned around and ran away.

Can human flesh and blood resist the power of galloping horses? Can the word death escape the word "death"?

The strong ground vibration alone is enough to defeat people's psychology. The strength that cannot be fought against by humans can easily cause people to lose their will to resist.

Therefore, when the two armies face each other, most infantry will be defeated by the cavalry, not really destroyed, but scared.

The Mongolian soldiers are very experienced and have seen such situations many times.

Under normal circumstances, although the iron armored soldiers on the opposite side are very strict, as long as they rush up and approach the past, they will collapse on their own.

Fifty steps, the black armored soldiers did not move.

Thirty steps, the black armored soldiers did not move.

The arrow that came first passed over the heads of the cavalry and arrived first.

"Look down!"

A black-armored soldier standing in the first row shouted loudly, and the entire sword formation suddenly lowered his head.

There was a burst of "Ding Ding Dangdang" sound, and the arrows fell on the iron helmet and hat brim, but did not hurt the person inside.

The ghost armor is very heavy, and of course it is also very thick.

"Yu!"

The black armored soldier with his head down shouted again. The soldiers in the front two rows of armored soldiers did not retreat but advanced. They held the knife in both hands and pointed forward with their fingers, stood on the lunge under their feet, leaned forward, ready to go, stepped firmly on the ground, and felt as if they were welded on a stone. The whole person looked down one end, and the height of the sword was lowered slightly upward.

"Yu!"

All the soldiers shouted, and their majestic aura was ready to die. The soldiers behind the third row raised their swords forward, protecting the heads of the comrades in the front two rows. The swords were like a sea, and they were shaking and stabbing their eyes.

"Cut the horse's legs in front and then the human body!" A deafening roar shouted loudly, almost suppressing the horse's hooves: "Shimenfan is invincible!"

(End of this chapter)
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