Three rounds of arrow rain swept in, densely packed and countless, completely destroying the circle formed by Wang Fang, and the battlefield fell into a brief silence......

For the soldiers of the Relief Army, in a short period of time, they could not accept such cruel battlefield laws......

It may be that God really has the virtue of a good life, and he has mercy on heroic heroes; It may also be that the first emperor of the Northern Yan Dynasty is manifest, and he can't bear to see the loyal and brave old ministers wither; Just when Pang Qingshan was triumphant and ready to send someone to collect the loot; I saw that the "fresh cemetery" that had just undergone the baptism of arrow rain suddenly changed......

The old monkey of the eight generals of the Northern Wolf, although he has broken a pair of tricks, his sense of hearing is extremely sensitive, and his ability to judge crises is far beyond ordinary people. Since he stepped on the battlefield, he has taken the initiative to hide the wails of pain and the roar of fighting; Therefore, the sound of the loosening of the bowstring fell on his sensitive ears, and it became extremely clear......

At the same time that a white-feathered arrow was accurately shot into the king's left arm; The old monkey lifted his knife and cut off his waist scarf, jumped forward with his body, and put the old Wang Fang, who had already killed himself to the realm of selflessness, and suddenly fell to the ground......

Immediately afterwards, several Nankang's Yanling knives fell on the old monkey's back, and the rain of arrows in the sky also followed, opening up a white "thorn......

Pang Qingshan looked at Wang Fang, who was covered with hair, with a slightly frightened gaze, and overturned the corpse mountain with brute force, and then raised the knife again, screamed violently, and cut off the arrow shaft of his left arm; Wang Fang moved his left arm, which was "freely used", spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, revealing a mouth full of blood towards Pang Qingshan, and then looked up to the sky and laughed madly three times......

Before the laughter was extinguished, Wang Fang was like a tiger in distress, with a vertical body and a crazy expression, charging alone......

He had two obvious arrow wounds on his left arm and back, and the deep and shallow knife wounds on his torso and limbs were innumerable, spreading like a spider's web; There is no doubt that this kind of injury is a death sentence for anyone of any age. Seeing this septuagenarian who crawled out of the pile of dead people, Pang Qingshan was really afraid; But this irrefutable real fear, instead of making him feel half ashamed, had some natural pride!

Like Wang Fang Wang Mubei, a big heroism in one day and one place, it is difficult to produce one for thousands of years! Thousands of years later, when future generations open the history of Huayu, they will inevitably see Mu Beigong, a great hero who is both civil and military, leaving a rich chapter.

So whose hands did such a hero die?

Of course it's me Pang Qingshan!

Fear, excitement, reluctance, emotion, pity, admiration and other complex emotions were instantly intertwined in Pang Qingshan's heart, making him have mixed feelings. In fact, judging from Wang Fang's age and the speed of blood loss from his wounds, even if he was given a chance to fight fairly, he would definitely not pose the slightest threat to anyone, let alone the "ace artillery car" that weighed as much as Mount Tai!

Is it to shoot a cold arrow in person and completely end the glorious life of this great hero? Or let it kill until the blood is shed and finally die on the way to the charge? Or do you want to call out a few pro-soldiers to rush up, capture them alive, and chop off their heads as an example?

Just when Pang Qingshan was thinking about how to arrange Wang Fang's death; From the direction behind the crowd, a burst of choking smoke suddenly wafted in; And there were some voices of fighting irons......

Pang Qingshan suddenly looked back, only to see that the pontoon bridge array of the southern moat had been burned into red colored silk; There were also dozens of second-class auxiliaries wearing Nankang military uniforms, holding knives in their right hands and fire in their left hands, killing the seven surviving trebuchets......

There is no doubt that this is not civil strife, but a meticulous work. Because the second-class auxiliary soldiers of Nankang did not have the courage to cooperate with the enemy with small and broad foresight or secretly.

The accident of deception was not unexpected by Pang Qingshan. After all, this is also a team of tens of thousands of people, and now it has lost the protection of Di Ting; It is also normal to be touched by dozens of fine workers in Chiwu. Besides, now that the victory of the Nankang army has been decided, how much wind and waves can be stirred up with these dozens of people and dozens of knives? Ten thousand steps back, even if they burned the pontoons, destroyed the trebuchet, cut off their own retreat, and captured all the ordnance and baggage; But as long as you follow your own rhythm and deploy heavy troops, you can defend the artillery cart formation; The city walls and fortifications of Yanjing City are still in vain.

However, the excellent quality of the southerners who are careful and step-by-step still makes Pang Qingshan suppress his desire to be in the limelight; He just ordered the pioneer battalion to transfer a group of elite soldiers to clear out the rebellious Chiwu spies. There are only dozens of red black spies, and it may be okay to steal chickens and touch dogs; But in the face of crowd tactics at the level of war, it is not worth mentioning at all.

Several heralds departed on horseback and ran to the standard-bearers of the respective battalions; And after Pang Qingshan's arrangement, in addition to hundreds of soldiers of the pioneer battalion, went to clear the Chiwu spies; The remaining more than 20,000 surviving armor auxiliaries also began to slowly retreat closer to the main formation.

First, he wanted to use all his forces to kill the artillery carriage, a battlefield killing weapon, to prevent Wang Fang from leaving a back hand, and there were ambushes after the ambushes; Second, he also wanted to reorganize the chaotic formation, and after the artillery truck was prepared and smashed the gate of Yanjing City in one fell swoop, the whole army quickly launched a charge towards the inner city of Yanjing, leaving no respite for the enemy!

After a few orders were delivered, Pang Qingshan rode back again, and was immediately stunned by the battlefield ahead! I saw that Wang Fang, who had just walked all over the mountain and was delirious, not only was he not chopped into meat by the chaotic army; Instead, he still supported his scarred body and took more than a dozen steps forward!

Behind him, there were countless soldiers of the Worry Relief Army who didn't have time to dodge, and their bodies all fell terrifying fatal wounds! And around this bloody road full of corpses, there are also countless soldiers who have not yet lost their breath, crawling in all directions......

Now hearing the sound of horses' hooves, everyone raised their heads and projected towards Pang Qingshan with that gloomy and pleading gaze; The white bones, the dark fascia, and the blood foam mixed with bubbles were all extremely dazzling under the care of the setting sun, stinging Pang Qingshan's extremely sensitive nerves......

And Wang Fang, who dragged a decrepit body and killed a "Huangquan Road" alive, does not have to be any better for those who are waiting to die. The armor on his chest had already been cut to pieces, and there was no protection at all, a terrifying knife wound, from his left chest to his right crotch, the skin and flesh on both sides of the wound, rolled out of an upturned arc, which was miserable...

His right ankle also became a blur of flesh and blood, and he couldn't work hard at all; He moved forward, relying on his left leg to drag slowly, step by step; And his left arm had already been broken at elbow, and swarms of green-headed flies were greedily circling and flying around the fresh wounds, and they couldn't get rid of them......

Pang Qingshan is also a person in the army, and he still has a minimum concept of black and red injuries. An injury like his is enough for anyone to die several times! But why could Wang Fang still take a step forward, why could he still hold his sword, why did his eyes stare at him, and why could he still spew scorching anger......

Pang Qingshan couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and he didn't dare to look at it anymore. He staggered his eyes to Wang Fang, turned around, took the treasure carving bow from behind the saddle, quickly opened his bow and took the arrow, and shot straight at Wang Fang's choked throat......

Even if Pang Qingshan didn't aim, with his muscle memory and superb archery skills, this arrow still accurately hit Wang Fang's abdomen. From the point of view of the human body's endurance limit, the current Wang Fang cannot be a living person at all! Therefore, Pang Qingshan thinks that he should be relying on amazing willpower and barely supporting, but in fact, his mind has entered the chaotic state before death, and he will collapse at the first touch.

Although this arrow did not go straight to the gate of life, because the distance was too close, the strength of the arm and the bowstring was not dispersed by the resistance of the wind, and it hit Wang Fang's lower abdomen with great accuracy,......

Sou!

Wang Fang, who was already dying, was like a heavy hammer in the abdomen; The whole person was taken out of a roll by the feather arrow, and flew out two or three paces away......

"Collect the corpse, don't behead it! Leave a decent ...... for the old-timers."

Pang Qingshan was just about to withdraw his bow, but Yu Guang was suddenly attracted by a figure standing up! It turned out that Wang Fang, who had just been knocked to the ground by an arrow, stood up staggeringly with a Yanling knife full of gaps, and continued to "charge" forward with a limp......

Pang Qingshan gritted his teeth fiercely, opened his bow again, and shot an arrow into Wang Fang's right arm holding the knife, and then the Yanling knife fell to the ground, and Wang Fang also lay on the ground in a circle......

Sure enough, after squirming for a long time, with a beastly roar, Wang Fang, the living dead man with his hair scattered and covered in scars, staggered to his feet again! Anyone can see that even a three-year-old child can easily fall to the ground at this time; But maybe it was the soldiers of the Relief Army, who had been killed by the king and chilled; Maybe it's because they are also admired by the heroic spirit of being bold and looking at death as home...... The team of thousands of people made way for him to live, and let Wang Fang, who had no ability to attack, slowly "rub" to the opposite side of the black cannon barrel......

Clang!!!

A faint crisp sound slowly diffused from the cannon shaft; Wang Fang smiled tiredly, smashed the fist of the cannon body, and lost all his strength, and the whole person collapsed under the cannon barrel and entered a sweet dream......

At the same time, in a Gusu garden mansion in the northwest of Yanjing City, a heart-rending voice came:

"Old man!!"

Cai Xi, who had been lying on the hospital bed, stiffened his body and shivered; Then his eyes widened in anger and he let out an unknown roar; Then, like a puppet that had lost its string, his strength was completely lost, and he completely collapsed on the beautiful carved bed, looking up with blank eyes......