The lights flickered, and the noise and noise inside and outside the barracks poured into the king's tent, like a tide. Some came from a distance, faintly audible, but the sound of tens of millions of people could be heard, and some sounded closely, and the running procession and the shouts of orders pushed the news of the enemy's approach.

"I ......"

Li Qianshun, who had been silent, stood up from his seat in the middle tent: "I ...... Now I believe that there is such a strong army in the world. ”

In the king's tent, Asha dared to wait for others to stand up solemnly, and heard Li Qianshun's mouth.

"But I don't believe he can continue to be strong! Prepare your crossbow and meet the enemy with fire arrows! ”

Asha dared not to be stunned: "Your Majesty, the light of day has ended, and the position of the enemy army cannot be seen clearly, not to mention the ...... of our subordinates."

"Since you are a companion of our army, why don't you turn back to meet the enemy?" Li Qianshun swept his gaze, and then said, "Burn them!" ”

"Iron Harrier ready!"

"Strong crossbow, splash joy preparation!"

"Garrison Prepare ......"

Jumping out of the king's tent, in the continuous light and fire, the elite of Western Xia waited one by one, row by row, outside the main formation, all kinds of banners and figures were running around, escaping, some came towards the main formation, and some bypassed this place. At this time, the law enforcement team guarded the position of the king of Western Xia, and even the scouts who were released were no longer allowed to enter, and in the distance, something suddenly exploded in the fleeing crowd, which was a bag of explosives thrown from high in the air.

The crossbowmen in the middle of the formation lit a fire, and then a light like raindrops rose in the sky and swirled and fell into the crowd.

In the distance, the crowd was running, the fighting spreading, and only vaguely, some black flag soldiers could be seen.

Li Qianshun climbed the wooden tower of the lookout and watched everything in this chaotic rout. Sighing from the bottom of his heart: "Good army, ......" Vaguely, he also saw a balloon floating in the sky in the distance.

In the barracks, Asha dared not to get on his horse and hold a knife, and shouted: "Where are the sons of the party!? ”

In front of him, the proton army and garrison soldiers stretched out densely, and sent out a heaven-shattering response.

"Let's go! If you don't leave, you'll die—"

Outside the camp. Luo Ye and the rest of his companions drove more than a thousand prisoners who had lost their weapons and were constantly advancing.

In the process of killing along the way, thousands of Black Flag troops occasionally gathered and occasionally scattered in companies, and they didn't know how many battles they had killed. In this process, a large number of Western Xia troops were defeated and scattered, and some were killed back in the process of fleeing, Luo Ye and others made them discard their weapons in the Western Xia dialect that they were not fluent in, and then each of them slashed in the leg, forcing them to move forward. On the way. encountered the light cavalry led by Liu Chengzong again, and the momentum of the rout of the entire Western Xia army has become greater and greater.

When they saw the position of Li Qianshun's main formation and the rockets flew into the sky densely, everyone knew that the moment of decisive battle was coming.

The four fields are dim, and in the night, the fields seem to be far away, and the hustle and bustle around them are the same. The black flag was barely visible in such darkness.

Nearly half a day of fighting. Weariness and pain are sweeping in, trying to conquer everything.

I don't know how many of my companions are still around.

The final obstacle lies ahead, and it is impossible to estimate how difficult it will be.

But for more than a year, that pressure has no way forward. And how has it ever weakened? The pressure of the Jurchens, the pressure of chaos in the world, and the pressure of being enemies of the world, actually enveloped them all the time. Following the rebellion, some were coerced. Some people are impulsive, but as soldiers, charging at the front line, they can see more and more clearly how miserable the troubled people will be if the world falls and the Jurchens are raging. This is also the reason why they choose to rebel instead of following the crowd after seeing the slightest difference.

If they had never seen the scene of the devastation of life, and had not seen the scenes of families being destroyed when the war spread, and the scenes of men being tortured and killed, and women being raped and killed in humiliation, they would probably choose the same path as ordinary people: where can they hide and live for the rest of their lives?

But even the most stupid people will understand how difficult it is to be the enemy of the world.

In the course of the year, it is good to be optimistic or fearless. Such thoughts and consciousnesses, in fact, are pressed in everyone's heart. They were able to come all the way just because someone told them that there was no way forward, so they used a knife to kill one, and everyone around them took up the knife. Break Yanzhou and destroy the Iron Harrier, they are already the strongest soldiers in the world, but if they return to Xiaocanghe, what awaits them may be the pressure of 100,000 or hundreds of thousands of troops, and the spirit of their own people will be lost.

There has never been an easy road in this world, and now, the road is in front of us!

"—the road is ahead!" A hoarse voice sounded in the darkness, and even if you just heard it, you could feel the exhaustion and hardship in that voice, and the hoarseness was exhausted.

“…… Die here or kill the past! ”

“…… Do you still have the strength!? ”

"Onward—"

I don't know who is shouting such and such voices, and all the voices actually reveal exhaustion. At this point, the veterans who have experienced large and small wars are trying to save every trace of strength, but there are still many people who spontaneously shout out, some of them are officers, and some are ordinary black flag soldiers, exerting their strength in order to fight for the people around them.

The shield array was put together again, and Lu Jie fell to the ground, his whole body, covered with the flesh and blood of the enemy, struggled for a while, and someone pulled him up from the side, and the man shouted loudly: "How is it!?" ”

"I didn't ...... It's okay! ”

Lu Jie walked forward and added the shield in his hand to the array.

Huge chaos, rain of arrows. Soon after, the enemy came from the front! It was the most elite infantry composed of the Western Xia Proton Army and the garrison battalion, and the shield array crashed together, and then it was like a huge force! The man behind him thrust his spear forward, and one fell to the ground and swept the man's leg with a spear. In the gap of the shield, a long stab came over, and was about to twist it, but Lu Jie grabbed it and pressed it down hard.

His body was still struggling forward on the shield, and a companion climbed up on top of him, and with a sharp swing, there was a thud in front of him. A flame ignited, and the companion who threw the Molotov cocktail was stabbed with a spear and fell.

Chang Ge in Lu Jie's hand began to pull back, and the people around him were crowded, and Chang Ge's horizontal front was attached to his face, and then slowly rolled into the flesh. The ears were cut in half, then half of the cheeks. He gritted his teeth, shouted, and pushed the shield hard, and Changge, who was pulling back, hooked his fingers and pressed against the shield, blood gushed out from his hands, and the four fingers were cut off by Changge and the shield, and shot out with the blood. The strength is fading in the body. He was still pushing the shield with all his might, and subconsciously shouted: "Someone." Come. He didn't know if anyone could hear him.

His spear-wielding companion stabbed the spear from the side, then squeezed around him and pushed his shield hard. Lu Jie's body slowly slid forward, blood gushing out of his fingers: It's a pity. He looked at the shield array, listened to the cries of countless people, the darkness was gradually engulfing his strength, vision, and life, but what made him happy. Someone withstood that shield in time.

- Just because of the retreat of one person. It's not just a one-man failure. When you retreat, your companion will die.

Thousands of proton troops pushed up, and on the front line of contact, they began to retreat......

The Iron Harrier rushed out of the Western Xia camp and retreated the defeated soldiers, in front of them. The heavy cavalry clad in iron armor were connected in a line, like a huge barrier.

The iron knights could no longer charge, and the knights in iron armor got off their horses, drove the horses in iron armor, and pushed them forward. Arrows with fire flew across the night sky. At the same time, there were stones thrown by Splash with a catapult from time to time, and the iron harriers slammed into the flickering light, and half of them crashed into a ball on this front line.

The iron-clad foot knights and the iron-clad heavy riders fought together, sparks constantly sparkling in the darkness. The explosives carried by the soldiers in the rear had been exhausted, and these arrays drove the blindfolded horse caravans, constantly rushing and spreading, and along with the last five hundred iron harriers, they were swallowed up, losing the speed of the impact.

And the light cavalry went around, began to cooperate with the infantry, and launched a desperate attack.

The battlefield spread mightily, and in this ocean-like person, Mao Yishan's knife had already rolled up, and he changed a knife in the process of pushing the shield. The knife was taken by him when his companion named Qian Suiying fell, Qian Suiying, was called "Chitose Eagle" when he trained together, Mao Yishan liked his name, and felt that it was obviously helped by a learned person, and said: "If you don't live to be a thousand years old, this name is a pity." When Fang just fell, Mao Yishan thought to himself, "It's a pity", he grabbed the knife in the other party's hand, and wanted to kill the person who stabbed the spear on the other side.

But the figure on the opposite side was dense and couldn't be cut.

The old wounds on Qu Qing's body had recurred, and two arrows were inserted in his body, and he staggered forward, still screaming hard in his mouth. On the front line of the fight, Hou Wu was covered in blood, stabbing the spear forward and stabbing it out again, opening his mouth and shouting hoarsely, full of blood foam.

Li Qianshun stood on the lookout tower, looking at everything around him, and suddenly felt a little strange.

The Western Xia and the Wu Dynasty have been fighting for many years, and wars and killings have come and gone, and since he was a child, he has experienced and seen these soldiers. The Western Army of the Wu Dynasty is powerful, and the people in the northwest are fierce, which he has seen since a long time ago. In fact, the Wu Dynasty was fierce in the northwest, and the Western Xia was not fierce, and he was used to everything on the battle array. Only this time, it was a battlefield he had never seen before.

There were not many people killed in the darkness around them, and they were obviously tired, but the pressure from all around the battlefield was overwhelming.

The proton army array shook, and in the center of the contact, the shield array began to appear blank and was pushed backwards, and every step of this slow retreat meant that countless blood gushed out. More proton troops were stealing from the two sides, one of which was met by the light cavalry, and they were trained to form a forest of spears, and in the air, something was falling into the crowd.

There was a loud bang, the minced meat flew sideways, the shock wave spread out in all directions, and the powerful crossbow behind the moment continued to shoot arrow rain into the sky, and the only balloon floating close to the Western Xia main formation was shrouded in the arrow rain, and the controller above lowered the height of the balloon in order to drop the explosive package.

In the night, a red tide of blood and fire swelled, light cavalry prominent, infantry fighting, heavy cavalry propulsion, hot air balloons flew down, igniting flames, and then sweeping explosions. At a certain moment, Luo Ye turned over his shield: "Li Qianshun!" Borrow your head and play—"

Beside him, a cry broke through the night.

The blood wave of the soldiers rushed out into the light ahead——(To be continued.) )