"Thorn!"

"Kill!"

Dozens of blood-dripping spears stabbed out like poisonous snakes, and a heart-rending scream rang out, and Zhao Changrong's spear pierced into the eyes of a coward behind him. The rest of the spear sergeants almost didn't miss out on their guns.

The pikemen of the Nanyang Army practiced weekdays, and dozens of sprints could hit the target's heart, eyes, throat and other parts. Accurate and ruthless, plus they are well-armed, pay attention to the footwork of the queue when fighting, who are their opponents with spears and almost no training?

They originally thought that Xia Bing relied on firearms, but it turned out that they were wrong.

In the land of Nanyang, the Keshari team already has an advantage, even in the face of Westerners, it is not a bad thing to hedge against each other, after all, there are people who are crushed. Who would have expected that a team would suddenly appear beyond the norm?

Jambi City.

Great chaos swept in, faintly, the sun had risen in the eastern sky, the surrounding clouds were blood-red, and the shouts of killing were getting closer and closer. In the last few visions, he saw a young general not far away, covered in red, killing a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, shouting in his mouth: "My" turned his head slightly, and someone was holding a steel knife and slashed down on his head

The 10,000 defenders of Jambi led by Yusuf held out for only two hours in the fortified city built by the Bactrian people, and in the early morning of July 18, the city was broken, and the army of Keshali was defeated and scattered like a tidal wave. And since the sudden rush of the small town of Tok, this sudden army has been like a crazy move, and only half a step has been completed by this time.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the southeast wind suddenly became violent, and in the clear sky, far from the south, a dark cloud rolled in.

Boom - Boom - Boom -

Lightning swept through the gloomy curtain of rain, and thunder was heard in the midst of the heavy rain.

In the hinterland south of Jambi, in the camp of the Kosari army, Goodall walked out of the camp tent and saw the movement in the barracks, and a Javanese aristocratic officer hurried over, still talking something. When asked about the retinue around him who understood Javanese, the other party frowned: "It seems to be ...... Their Majesty the Prince, wounded......"

Goodall's heart was shocked, he frowned, then sped up two steps, rushed over and grabbed a young officer who was already acquainted: "What's wrong?" You guys...... Your Majesty was assassinated? ”

"No, Your Majesty knocked over his table and got some minor injuries on his hands." The officer looked around, "There is a battle report from Zhanbei. ”

"Zhanbei?"

"Yusuf ------" The officer was about to elaborate, when he suddenly remembered the origin of this person and some of the words he had said, "------ the Great Xia people------。 ”

"Last night, they came out of the deep forest on the east side of the monument, a total of 10,000 people, and rushed straight to the monument, and Yusuf couldn't stop them."

"Storm the monument and break the city in half a day...... Goodall's stunned gaze, the officer said a message like a myth, the wind blew over the barracks, the heavens and the earth seemed desolate, and the other party would never sit still.

But what really shocked him to the extreme, for a moment, as if the air of the whole world was disappearing, the unreal message came from the next casual question.

He asked, "What about after the capture of the monument?" They ......"

"The other side is making a detour to the northwest. After capturing the monument, the Great Xia army did not stop at all, and it is said that they only took a few days' food and rushed straight to the northwest. ”

The other party answered his question.

The situation is changing dramatically.

Standing on the top of the hill with his entourage, Goodel watched as the Khashari army pulled out of camp and headed southwest. The actions of tens of thousands of people, for a time, hunted with banners, and the murderous aura continued to move the clouds.

Originally, the Keshali army was stationed here to ambush the main force of the Nanyang Army in Great Xia, but what they were waiting for was a partial division of the Nanyang Army, and they even hit their heads and broke blood.

With the sudden arrival of the military report on Jambi, Sharif was furious. The Kingdom Guard has led the way. Subsequently, the camp was pulled, and only more than 20,000 remnants of more than a dozen small tribes were left to obstruct the pursuit of the Xia army.

From Jambi to the southwest line, there is a blind hill in the rear where they have robbed all the way and are not easy to carry trophies, not only the other party's barefoot people are not afraid to wear shoes, but they are coming towards this side, no matter whether the purpose is the blind mountain where the materials are stored, or the rear air defense is weak Shuangxi, for the Koshari army, this is a maximum contempt, naked-naked slap in the face.

According to the analysis, the team that jumped out of the dense forest east of Zhanbei took a risk, wanting to echo the Xia army here and disrupt the defense of the Keshali army, but the Keshali army was really taboo about this matter.

Especially after the capture of northwest Sumatra, a large amount of booty and grain, grass and ordnance were hoarded in Sungai City, Jambi was only an outpost of Yusuf's town, but Sungai was the center of the west, if it was really beaten, something went wrong, and it could not be made up in the future.

Everything is developing extremely fast, the military situation is coming extremely fast, the other side is coming extremely fast, and the reaction speed of the Koshari army is also extremely fast. A force of 9,000 men is going around the back of an 80,000 man like a fool, and how the 80,000 men will react - in fact, there is not much to say.

Don't turn around and run away.

Only Goodale faintly sniffed a hint of uneasiness in such a speed. Previously, the parties besieged these two thousand forwards, and he felt that these two thousand people were unlucky, but in the face of the facts, things were not so simple at all, and when the Zhanbei military report came, there was a trace of "sure enough" in his heart, and those who only took seven or eight years to build this barren desert island into the richest land of fish and rice in the South Seas, and their leaders were ruthless and resolute, and they would not survive like this in such a situation.

To be able to capture the monument, it must be a painstaking layout, a battle of life and death, and the current situation in Sumatra has been resolved.

But an even bigger crisis on his side was just around the corner—how could Sharif swallow such humiliation. Even if the danger of the Khasari coalition army is solved for a while, and the Great Xia army counterattacks on another day, Keshari will definitely not be able to resist, but when he heard that the Great Xia army is directly attacking Shuangxi, a trace of foreboding faintly rises in his heart.

After capturing the monument, the Great Xia army went straight to the rear of the Keshali army, and really just relieved the siege of 2,000 people here? Or rob the army of food and grass to add to the blockage? He vaguely felt that it wouldn't be that simple.

He looked into the distance, silent, his heart fluttering, for the vaguely perceptual possibility, had already burned......

The thunderstorm poured down, and the Zhanbei was a little desolate in the heavy rain due to the sudden loss of tens of thousands of people due to the sudden loss of tens of thousands of people due to the large army attack, but on a high ground in the east of the city, the military tent built at zero hour could still see the traces of many people's activities, rushing to and fro in the rain, packing things, or digging ditches to guide the flow of water into the drainage system.

There are still people standing guard on the watchtower ----, and although a large number of people have already gone out, the officers and men in the logistics corps are still in the rhythm of normal operation.

A patrol of students, farmers, and merchants paraded among the watchtowers around the tents in their robes and rain gear, braving the torrential rain to watch out for the enemy.

When they are not working, they will be gathered for assault training, and the training is often about not retreating when forming a formation: when there are companions around them, they will only advance and not retreat when they encounter anything. Talking too much, these farmers who joined in also know that if you take half a step back, you will harm the people around you.

After more than two hours of busyness, I can finally take a break for a while. In the middle of the night, when Zhang Jiayu and several female classmates were rescuing the wounded on the battlefield, he was smashed on the head by a stone thrown by the natives, and there were many dark purple blood marks on the snow-white student uniforms.