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Although the moon is dark and the wind is high and easy to kill, Zhao Dongting has lived two lives, but he has hardly killed a chicken. If it weren't for the fact that there were really no reliable generals under his hands, he would have been tempered several times during his time in the Southern Song Dynasty, and he would have beaten him to death, and he would not have the courage to lead the army to attack the camp.

In fact, Zhao Dongting thought that it was actually good to be an ordinary person in ancient times, to open a few shops and raise a few delicate and beautiful mothers-in-law, which was really a joy in life. It's a pity that he came to the Southern Song Dynasty, and the emperor who was attached to him couldn't help himself.

In troubled times, there is no leisurely life.

At the moment when he led the horse through the foot of the mountain, Zhao Dongting felt a little emotional for no reason. Then I looked at the Yuan Army Arrow Tower, and it seemed that I was no longer so nervous. Since you can't be an idler, then simply be an emperor of the ages, although tired, but it seems to be good.

"Rush!"

He turned over his horse, was arrogant, held a long sword in his hand, and took the lead in rushing towards the Yuan army camp.

The horse's hooves splashed the dirt and flew up, causing Zhao Dongting's buttocks to be a little painful.

The sentry on the arrow tower of the Yuan army suddenly saw a group of black-clothed people galloping into people, and hurriedly grabbed the horn and was about to blow it. But when night fell, the flying dragon soldiers were menacing, and the Yuan army sentry on several arrow towers had just put their mouths in front of the horn, and the cold arrow had already pierced their throats?

The Flying Dragon soldiers are all carefully selected warriors, although they can't deal with masters such as Murong Chuan and Ligena, but it is very easy to deal with these ordinary Yuan troops. However, more than ten arrows, the arrows were powerful and accurate, and the Yuan army sentry on the arrow tower was solved in an instant.

Zhao Dongting praised slightly in his heart, Su Quandang really trained this Flying Dragon Army well, and he already had the prototype of a modern special forces. As long as they mature and master all kinds of skills, they will surely become a ghost army that can strike fear into the hearts of their enemies but cannot be touched.

Hundreds of flying dragon soldiers did not pause at all, and continued to rush towards the Yuan army camp.

The rain hit the face with a hot pain, and the blood of the Yuan army sentry dripped down the cracks in the arrow tower into the ground, and was soon merged with the muddy muddy water and disappeared quietly.

The Yuan army was not prepared at all, and there would be people attacking the camp here, and the precautions were not intensive. Zhao Dongting and the others rushed straight to more than 100 meters in front of the camp gate, and the Yuan soldiers guarding the gate saw them in the faint afterglow. When he boarded, the Yuan army shouted, and the soldiers of the organic spirit hurriedly closed the door.

However, the war horses of the Flying Dragon Army were already in full firepower, and the distance of 100 meters was only a few moments, and before the door was closed, several soldiers who pushed the door were shot to the ground by cold arrows.

The Flying Dragon Army covered up, and the blades swung together, and the more than ten Yuan soldiers guarding the door were slashed to the ground in a flickering cold. Zhao Dongting didn't make a move, but just rushed straight to Jesur's camp with his sword.

The two Yuan army guards of the ten-person squad didn't stop them for even five seconds. However, the screams here suddenly exploded in the rain, which still alarmed the Yuan army in the camp. In just a few dozen breaths, there were Yuan army squads rushing over from everywhere to resist Zhao Dongting and them.

Zhao Dongting took the lead, and suddenly more than a dozen Yuan soldiers appeared in front of him and wanted to block the way, he gritted his teeth, and when the horse galloped past, the long sword slashed towards the head of the Yuan army next to him. He knew that if he wanted to become an emperor through the ages in this troubled world, he had to exercise his courage.

The kings who have been killed in the troubled times since ancient times are either heroes or traitors, and their hands must be stained with blood.

Swish!

In the past two months, Zhao Dongting's swordsmanship has made a lot of progress, and the Yuan army did not dodge in a hurry, and his head was directly cut off by his long sword.

A stream of blood gushed out from the breach.

Fortunately, Zhao Dongting's war horse was extremely fast, and before he saw this scene, the war horse had already galloped past, otherwise he would have to vomit out.

Even so, his face was now a little pale, his lips were trembling, and his whole body was trembling.

It's a deep fear and a very complicated feeling.

The Wyvern soldiers who followed rushed up, and the remaining Yuan soldiers were stabbed to death without any resistance.

It's a ghost army on a rainy night.

Bang!

Suddenly there was a cannon fire on both sides of the Yuan army camp, and a monstrous fire exploded in the Yuan army camp.

The Yuan army only had more than 3,000 soldiers left in the base camp, and two camp tents were unlucky, and they were directly blown up by two shells and all the people and tents.

The guards hurriedly mounted their horses, but when they got on their horses, they suddenly found that they didn't know where to go.

Suddenly there was an explosion in the camp, but what about the enemy? Where is the enemy?

The night was getting dark, and there was light rain, and they couldn't figure out where Zhao Da and Zhao Hu were.

In this way, it was not until the cannon sounded several times in succession that these Yuan troops finally figured out some flavor and ran towards the left and right sides of the camp.

Of course, there were also soldiers who hurried in the rain to kill Zhao Dongting who broke into the camp from the back door.

The original 3,000-yuan army, after such a division, looked like scattered sand when it landed.

Zhao Dongting was killing and killing, but he also felt like he was breaking the jar, and he was getting more and more comfortable. And Le was by his side for free, and he didn't have to worry about the blade of the Yuan Army being able to poke him.

Fighting on the battlefield is the most sharpening, and Zhao Dongting's heart seems to be gradually hardening.

And in Jesur's tent, Jesur's face was very ugly.

He was just holding a plump dancing girl to drink, listen to music, and enjoy dancing, thinking about when the army would be able to break through the Southern Song Dynasty soldiers. However, the sudden cannon fire frightened the dancers to scream and run around with their heads in their hands, and the sound of silk and bamboo in the camp also stopped abruptly, and the screeching sound of the strings breaking.

The plump dancing girl was feeding Jesur wine, but the loud noise caused the wine to be fed to Jesur's chest.

He was wearing armor, and the temperature dropped sharply at this time, so comfortable, it was simply not too much.

However, Jesur didn't have the heart to bother with this dancing girl, he stood up and immediately realized that it was the Song army attacking the camp.

It must be a small army attacking the camp!

Jesur dared to conclude that it was impossible for the Song army to draw out a large number of troops and horses to attack the camp, and it was inconvenient for too many people to attack the camp.

He has followed Ali Hague to fight in the south and north all these years, and he has the ability, and when he heard the explosions at both ends, he thought about it a little, and fully understood Zhao Dongting's plan. The two-headed cannon fire was obviously just a trick to lure the enemy, and the real killing move was the hundreds of black-clothed Song troops from the back door of the camp reported by the soldiers.

He hurriedly asked the herald to summon back the soldiers who had been killed at both ends.

However, several minutes had passed by this time, and he only heard the sound of cannons, but not the sound of Mingjin. This gave him a vague sense of foreboding.

Outside the camp, there were only more than 400 elite soldiers left. With this amount of troops, Jesur didn't know if he could delay until the soldiers rushed back.

Song Jun is really cunning.

Rushing head-on, I would rather pay such a big price than just want to exchange for this opportunity to attack the camp.

Jesur had the feeling of meeting a strong opponent, and at the same time, he wanted to go home and miss his mother. Fighting a war is too much brain-draining.

How could the Song army attack the camp?

He kicked down the bookcase in front of him and said angrily: "Go and invite the old boys and them over!" ”

Now there are many martial arts forces attached to the Yuan Dynasty, and almost all the armies have good hands in the rivers and lakes. Jesur commanded tens of thousands of troops, and naturally there were such people in the army.

Not long after, dozens of people with proud expressions, old or prime, holding all kinds of swords, walked into the tent.

Jesur relaxed a little and said, "There is a Song army that wants to attack the general's camp tent, and I am tired of you." ”

The old man at the head was in high spirits, his temples were puffed up, and he arched his hand and said: "The general is polite, we should relieve the general's worries!" ”

As he spoke, he sat down behind the bookcase next to the camp tent, as if he didn't pay attention to the Song army who attacked the camp at all.

A few more minutes passed.

The shouts of killing were near, and the sound of horses' hooves splashing muddy water.

At this moment, it seems that even the rain has a strong aura of slaughter. The solemn aura swept through the hundreds of yuan troops outside Jesour's tent, making them swallow their saliva and hold the blades in their hands tighter.

Bang dang!

At this moment, something that looked like a night pot suddenly smashed out of the tent, and then Jesur's roar rang out, "What are you doing stupidly? Hurry up and stop Ben general! ”

The commander of the pro-army outside the tent seemed to feel that something in the pot splashed on his face that night, and it seemed to be rain, and he couldn't handle it for sure. But this taste is always unpleasant, and the corners of his eyes twitch a few times, and he shouted: "Kill! ”

Then galloped his horse and led the army towards the Song army, which had appeared hundreds of meters away, looming and killed.

"That's it!"

In the Song army's horse formation, Zhao Dongting saw hundreds of Yuan troops rushing towards this side, and recognized Jesur's camp tent.

He reined in his horse abruptly and commanded to the left and right, "Set up a cannon!" ”

Then he shouted, "Formation!" Block them! ”

Several Wyvern sergeants dismounted and set up the grenadiers on the muddy ground.

Those Yuan troops had also rushed to the front at this time.

Zhao Dongting and the soldiers who set up the artillery were all protected in the middle, Zhao Dongting coldly pointed to Jesour's camp tent and said, "Aim at that camp tent and bomb it!" ”

He also knew that there might be masters in the Yuan army, but he didn't even think about killing them directly.