Wanyan Chenghei has been waiting for a long time.

Behind the wooden wall, there are 3,000 of his subordinates, these are the remnants of the loyal and filial piety army of the year, the battles that everyone has experienced, the wounds left on their bodies, counted out and exposed, densely packed with stories.

When Jin died, he was still young, and more than ten years have passed, some people have gray hair, but the tendons and flesh on their bodies are still tight, and they are still calm with knives and crossbows, but the resentment and hatred in their eyes are like the undercurrent surging in the deep sea, surging.

Mongolia destroyed Jin, Sanfeng Mountain fought a battle with 50,000 loyal and filial piety troops, and the loyal and filial piety army formed an army by blood, which were all father and son soldiers, uncle and nephew soldiers, and everyone was a relative. And none of the people who remain here have not lost their loved ones back then, and the unforgettable hatred has never dissipated over the years, and it has accumulated deeper and deeper, deeper and heavier.

Wanyan Chengji is also one of them, hatred does not make him crazy, but makes him calm like a wolf in revenge, brutal and forbearing, until the last moment, he will not show his sharp minions.

Liu Heima drank water and ate meat in front of the wooden wall, rested and prepared for battle, he saw everything in his eyes, but he didn't make a sound, didn't open a single arrow, waited quietly, and his three thousand soldiers, including many young and strong people sent from Jincheng in the back, no one spoke, like a stone sculpture in their respective positions.

Inside and outside the wooden walls, the noise and silence are like the two extremes before the war.

When the Han soldiers approached and were close to sinking into the river and silt, he roared and gave the order to open the strings.

The three-stone bow in his hand suddenly opened, and the arm-clad arm pulled the bowstring made of hemp rope mixed with animal leather bands like a full moon, and pulled the long wolf's tooth arrow back as hard as he could with all his strength.

The long arrow pierced the air, emitted a sharp whistling sound, and with a piercing aftersound, shot out of the hole in the wooden wall, flew a distance of several zhang, and accurately pierced the throat of the Han soldier.

The arrow pierced through the back of his neck, and the Han soldier's shield was only raised to his chest, and he also had an iron helmet on his head to protect his brain, and the arrow shot into the small gap that was carefully guarded, killing him.

He fell to the ground with a bang, and without even screaming, he made a big splash.

Immediately afterwards, a large rain of arrows flew out from behind the wooden wall, overwhelmingly sprinkled to the Han soldiers, the Jurchens established the country with cavalry and archery, everyone could open the bow and pull the string, and three thousand soldiers were three thousand archers, in the form of projectiles, the roots fell.

The holes in the wooden wall are left to the crossbowmen, these crossbowmen are the Song soldiers left by the eldest grandson, and the arrows shot out by their foot crossbows have a straight trajectory, which is suitable for direct shooting, and the lethality is huge, and the arrows can be fatal.

The rain of arrows is dense, but how dense is it? For example, Qianhu Liu Chongjin was holding a wooden shield in his hand, and in this instant, he nailed four or five trembling long arrows.

The power transmitted from the arrow almost rushed Liu Chongjin, who was on guard.

The tide of Han soldiers, splashed by the rain of arrows, as if hitting a huge reef, immediately stopped, and a large piece of it fell into a large area.

It's not a matter of courage, it's a matter of being unable to resist.

The river and the mud held them firmly, and they could not move quickly as if they were being dragged under their feet, and it was as difficult to wade through this short river as if they had to walk through a long thorn bush, and the armored infantry cavalry would not be able to get up for half a day if they fell into the water without a firm foothold.

Many Han soldiers without shields were exposed to the river without shelter, and were shot like haystacks and fell, and the screams were mixed with the sound of breaking the air, which suddenly made the whole charging scene cruel.

The blood was filled with water, and it was carried far away by the river.

"Rush forward! Can't stop here! Liu Chongjin was mentally prepared for the resistance, but the resistance was so strong that he was a little caught off guard, where is this archery, it is splashing water, but now he can't retreat, a retreat is equivalent to exposing his back to others to slaughter, and he can only move forward.

"Rush! Rush! One of his boots sank into the mud and sand of the river, and he couldn't move, not considering in advance that the mud in the water was so deep in front of the river that the cowhide boots stepped into it like an iron ox stepping into it, and he couldn't pull it out without the strength of his old nose. Liu Chongjin covered the shield in front of him with one hand, and waved the knife desperately with the other hand, urging the people around him to move forward.

The Han soldiers had no one to retreat, desperately struggling in the muddy water, the matter had come to this, what else could they do but desperately?

Liu Heima was riding on a horse, and his forehead was bruised.

Careless, careless!

Not sending someone to test the condition of the river was a fatal mistake.

Luckily, the river can't be crossed quickly, and there's a place to pass.

The bridge.

At first, he wondered why his opponent, who had built a long wooden wall along the riverbank, would leave the stone bridge behind, and why wouldn't the defender dismantle all the bridges and take away all the ships in order to prevent the enemy from crossing the river.

The bridge is not wide, only enough for a horse-drawn carriage to pass through, and the wooden wall on the opposite side of the bridge is not long, and if the Han soldiers are fast enough, they can run from this side of the river to the other end of the bridge in a few big steps.

Although he didn't understand, he sent a team of men to attack the bridge, and now it seems that this move was the right one.

Compared with the Han soldiers who fought for their lives in the blood and river water, the people who rushed to the bridge were undoubtedly very lucky.

There was a trench dug in front of the bridge, and after they had spent a little time trying to get past it, filling it with earth and branches, arrows were already being fired from behind the wooden wall.

The Han soldiers on the bridge gathered together, and the huge shields in front of their heads opened the way, and all of them bent down to hide behind the shields, slowly but firmly advancing forward.

There are several small holes in the wooden wall behind the bridge, and the crossbow bolts fired from the back of the holes are obviously larger, and there are probably compound crossbows erected here.

The crossbow arrows shot out of it are powerful and domineering, although they can't shoot through the heavy shield, but they are almost the same, almost every arrow will make the Han soldiers behind feel as if there is a burly man in front of him vigorously kicking with his foot, the shield in his hand is thicker than the door panel, and he has been moaning in pain several times, as if he can no longer withstand such ruthless destruction.

But the Han soldiers were still advancing, they used their shoulders to carry the shield, advancing step by step, steady and fearless, which fell in the eyes of Liu Heima, which was a symbol of victory.

I don't know if I was left behind, and now I can't think about why the fools on the other side didn't demolish the bridge, anyway, it seems that my soldiers are only about ten steps away from the wooden wall, although the wooden wall is high, but it is not impossible to climb, take a personal ladder to jump up, and the moment it lands, it is the time to break the wooden wall.

Liu Heima thinks so.

Until he heard an explosion.

(End of chapter)