Chapter 133 Bloody Battle of Jin Ming Village

If Li Shibin was not so unacceptable if the casualties of the soldiers were larger, Sima Qingyun's next words made him thunderous.

The first sentence is that you must not go out of the city to get the head!

Li Shibin was furious: "You little doll, you angered Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu slashed you with a knife!" Look at the dead and wounded soldiers today, there is no head, how can they report their military merits? Without military merits, where will the court get the reward?

Believe it or not, just spread your words, and they will tear you alive! ”

In this regard, Sima Qingyun's explanation is: "The commander has an order, in order to prevent the enemy from taking the opportunity to sneak attack, and also to avoid the spread of the plague, the calculation of military merits can be counted by a special person."

Li Dujian, this is the military order of the marshal, not something you can refute. Moreover, defending the city is not a field battle, and it is not clear who killed the enemy. Today's battle report, even if it is considered to kill 5,000 enemies, what about wounding more than 10,000 enemies? ”

When Li Shibin heard it, it seemed that there was a little more than it actually was. It doesn't matter, who is still full and runs to the city to count the heads?

Well, the official is very satisfied! This spooky little guy is still very good at getting things done!

But the second sentence of the little guy who can do things made him almost collapse on the chair.

"Don't be kidding, the oil is running out? No way! This official is the capital supervisor of Jinmingzhai, and I still know about the reserves of this hot oil. For today's usage, three or five days is enough. ”

"On the orders of the commander, most of them have been transferred, so as not to raise the enemy after the city is broken." Sima Qingyun is still so unbeaten.

"Is this going to kill me up and down Jinmingzhai?" Li Shibin shouted angrily.

"Bitter battles are inevitable! If we can hold out until tomorrow evening, our own reinforcements will take us to Yanzhou. Is Li Dujian afraid of death? Sima Qingyun was even more underbeaten, so bad that even the boss wanted to punch him in the handsome face.

Li Shibin said everyone's thoughts: "Can't you answer tonight?" ”

"No, because it can't be done. As for why he couldn't do it, the marshal said that he wanted to complete the whole work and fight. Jin Ming was too small to mobilize too many troops. If he resists desperately, Yuan Hao is likely to retract. ”

"That's the bait? Who are we? Li Shibin wailed, "Who is not raised by his father, why are we?" ”

The boss of the fold copied the knife in his hand: "What's the matter?" As long as you are raised by your father's mother, everyone buys things to give them as an addition? Do you know what our brother is doing here? The handsome man is afraid that your kid will be diluted when things come to the end, so let us spy on you! I don't need to tell you what the military judge does! Eighteen forbidden seventy-two slashes, you always remember, right? ”

Seeing that Li Shibin was still hesitating, Sima Qingyun said gloomily: "Please forgive me for being rude, and I take the liberty of asking, does Li Dujian regret not returning to Yuan Hao in advance?" ”

Li Shibin couldn't hold it anymore, and kicked Sima Qingyun over: "Lao Tzu has put up with you for a long time!" Don't think that you dare to fly in front of Lao Tzu after following Fang Zhongyong for a few days? If you provoke me, even when you go to Hades, I will wait with you endlessly! ”

Sima Qingyun got up to dust off his body, and Lang smiled: "This is the bloody nature of my big Song boy!" Don't worry, unless I die, I, Sima Qingyun, will never be one step ahead of everyone! ”

Ma Liu also despised Li Shibin's cowardice: "Look at your cowardice!" On weekdays, it is earth-shattering, but when it comes to the end, it is cowardly? If you really don't dare to fight, say a word, grandpa, I'll command for you! ”

Li Shibin laughed miserably: "Then let's die together!" It depends on whose life is bigger, and who pulls the back more! ”

Early the next morning, Li Shibin slaughtered all the livestock in the city except for the horses, boiled a thick pot of broth, and then burned all the grain into dry food as much as possible.

Then he gathered all the soldiers who could move together, bowed deeply, and said: "I, Li Shibin, am ashamed of all the brothers. I call out to all the brothers on weekdays, but today I can't make amends to everyone!

To hide it from the brethren, reinforcements will not come until dark, and there is not much oil left. When you run out of oil, you have to rely on everyone to fight with the Tangut people with real knives and guns.

Those who retreat can hide in their burrows and wait for reinforcements. If you are not afraid of death, you will eat meat and drink soup in a big bowl with me Li Shibin.

Brethren, eat! Eat more, and be a full ghost when you die! ”

A soldier choked up: "Are we just raised by maids?" Can't you let us retreat sooner? ”

Li Shibin scolded angrily: "Fart! The men of our Jinming Village are all standing up to the sky! Let's retire earlier, what should the people of Yanzhou do? The marshal is ready to capture and kill Yuan Hao in Yanzhou, and it all depends on us to delay the time, what a great honor is this? Do you want to run earlier? No way! If you dare to say another word of confession, Lao Tzu will cut you now! Let's eat! ”

The broth has already been boiled, accompanied by large bones, exudes an enticing aroma, and is soaked in the soup with freshly baked cakes. The taste is beautiful!

As for whether it's mutton or not, what's the matter? Maybe this is the last meal, and I'll have to be a full ghost anyway!

After eating and drinking, Li Shibin said again: "According to Lao Tzu's meaning, you have to get a bowl of wine to eat when you are dying." But Sima, it's this handsome guy who looks like a girl who said that when you have a combat mission, you can't drink.

He also said that Dashuai has prepared a celebration wine for us in Yanzhou, it depends on whether we have the ability to drink it!

Brothers, do you dare to drink? ”

The crowd shouted: "Dare to drink!"

and the poor man said: "How handsome you are!" Yuan Hao's head is worth only a donkey, and other people's heads are even less valuable! Wine, I'm afraid it's not enough? ”

Sima Qingyun said at the right time: "Brothers, don't worry! The marshal has long said that this time Jin Mingzhai's brothers have sacrificed a lot for the overall situation, and the bereavement benefits will be preferred, and all the seizures will be owned by individuals. There really must be that brother who got the head of Yuan Hao and was crowned the king of Xiping. Brothers, hear clearly, it's not just a donkey's money!

In addition, if the father, son, and brother are both in the army, the son and brother stay, and the father and brother go to the city. If you need to write a letter home, you should also hurry up and leave a letter in the account. Oh, I can't write! It is up to the officer to take notes. ”

These are the last words!

There was a little woodenness, and he held back three words for a long time, "I'm dead", and the officer who wrote it on his behalf kicked out: "How the hell do you know you're dead." Rethink! ”

There was a broken mouth, and Rory made a few hundred words in a trivial way, and was also kicked out: "Are you going to write a book?" ”

Of course, the officers who have already been instructed not only to kick people, but also to be responsible for ideological education: "Don't admit it! In my experience, anyone who is afraid of death during a war often dies first. ”

Others said, "Do you think we can survive by surrendering?" Think about being blind! Just that stupid donkey outside the city, will he let us go? Let's go! Follow Lao Tzu together! ”

At the end of the day, the scouts came to report that the Western Xia army was attacking.

Jin Mingjun, who knew that only by fighting to the death could he have a chance to live, he no longer had the slightest hesitation, and hurried to the city to perform his duties.

But after all, it is with the heart of dying, what rolling wood and stones, gold juice ash bottles, even if it is precious fire oil, don't splash it like money.

As the saying goes, eating a trench grows a wisdom, the Xixia people have already suffered a big loss of the Song army's fire oil, where would they be so stupid to gather together and wait to be roasted. They are all separated, and more sand is prepared to extinguish the fire, and the effect of the use of fire oil is naturally greatly reduced.

Li Shibin took a look, this is not good! These gang of losers, didn't they ruin all the good things without waiting for the Tanguts to come up?

While scolding angrily, he kicked with his feet, and at the same time, he had to dodge the dense arrows of Western Xia like flying locusts.

Happy times are always short-lived.

As more and more Tangut people climbed to the top of the city, and as the stone rolling wood was exhausted, white-knuckle fighting was inevitable.

Of course, this is the idea of Sima Qingyun, who has learned badly from Fang Zhongyong.

According to Fang Zhongyong's theory, we are rich people, there is no need to play any hand-to-hand combat with those poor ghosts, and there is no school flower for you to protect anyway.

When a rich man fights a war, he must have the leader of the rich.

As for what is the panache of the rich?

If they were far away, they would use a stone thrower to throw oil bombs and thunderbolts on their heads.

For those at medium distance, they use throwing guns and bows and arrows to play mobile target shooting.

When all these things are used up, and the enemy arrives in front of them, they will either run away or play with their lives!

It seems to be a very wimply style of play, but can it be used with the enemy above board and above board?

Just like this warrior of Jinmingzhai, he cut down five or six Western Xia soldiers by himself, enough for the masters!

But before he had time to cheer, he was beaten by more than a dozen people in a blink of an eye. When he was dying, he remembered that there was a ball on his body, and he pulled the fire rope with all his might, and there was a boom, and more than a dozen people finished playing together.

If this is placed in the Boys' Army, it will be a proper humanoid bomb thrower!

Sima Qingyun said "It's a pity", pulled the triangular pyramid out of the lower abdomen of a small Western Xia leader, raised his foot and kicked it away, and went to find the next target.

Boss Zhe and Ma Liu took dozens of forbidden troops to pick out those warriors or officers in the Western Xia army.

As soon as he saw where there was a hero who had ascended first in Western Xia, he shouted, and dozens of throwing guns were thrown over, welcoming the newcomers.

When the time came, I took back the guns.

That's a good thing! The whole body is made of stainless steel, and within thirty steps, pierce a heavy armor or something, just like playing.

Compared with the forbidden army, the fighting style of the defenders of Jinmingzhai is much more rigid. It is often the case that one thousand enemies are killed and eight hundred are self-inflicted.

Especially during hand-to-hand combat, Song Jun's physical weakness was revealed. Although the weapons are more advanced and the enemies are more killed, there are more Xixia people!

No matter how you kill, you will kill more and more, and you will never be able to finish it.

Seeing that the city was about to fall, those who were originally seriously injured and those who did not have a combat mission also rushed to the city.

In the words of one civilian official: "Under the nest, how many eggs are left?" Let these Xixia dog thieves see the heroism of the Great Song boys! After saying that, he picked up the inkstone and rushed out.

The knife and spear were broken and stoned.

The stones were gone, and some people who knew that they were seriously injured and could not be treated directly fell from the city with the Xixia people in their arms.

It's a good villain, and it can be regarded as driving the Tangut people down again.

At one point, more than 2,000 people died, and the rest were almost all injured.

Chapter 133 Bloody Battle of Jin Ming Village