Fang La looked at the performance of the Tangzhou horse team, and also had a little doubt about the feeling of life, he asked He Conglong beside him:

"Teacher He, am I mistaken, seven hundred cavalry are actually like this...... Our court also lacks cavalry, is it possible that cavalry fights like this? ”

He Conglong's eyes widened, and he replied honestly: "Your Majesty doesn't know how the cavalry of Western Xia and Liao fought each other. ”

"But Weichen is sure of one thing, if they are all like the Tangzhou horse team, then the cavalry has nothing to fear."

"If the cavalry of the Western Xia and Liao States were also like the Tangzhou horse team, the Great Zhou would have already destroyed the Western Xia and Liao States and collected the Great Wall, so why not even touch the corners of the Great Wall."

Fang La sighed and said, "The Great Wall, the Great Wall is growing grass now, right?" ”

The beach is oval in shape with the tip to the south. On the river beach, the temporary camp of the Great Zhou army was three to five miles wide, and there were three sheep and horse walls with mud accumulation and wooden planks reinforcement.

It was able to erect three sheep and horse walls overnight and put out more than 300 repelled horses. He also dug trenches of different widths on the periphery of the camp, dug countless earth pits, and sprinkled thistles at key locations, which Yu Yunwen could be regarded as arranging properly.

However, at this time, the first sheep and horse wall had been fully broken through by Fang La's army, and there were also several gaps in the second sheep and horse wall.

The sound of shouting and killing, screaming, and scolding, combined with the sound of knives and guns and the collapse of instruments, wanted to suppress the sound of the surging river.

Even though it was a brighter morning, the sunlight had almost completely faded red, and the chill above the river and sea had been dispelled, and the sergeants on both sides who were fighting to the death still did not feel any temperature.

The Qiantang River has the smell of fish and shrimp, and the sea outside Hangzhou Bay brings the smell of salty seawater, and the two together cannot compare to the heavy smell of blood on the battlefield, especially on the north side of the temporary camp of the Great Zhou Army.

It was the hour when the temperature changed rapidly, and tens of thousands of soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the Yongle Dynasty were fighting, and the cold sweat on the front chest and back and the hot sweat on the head and face alternately appeared. In the touch of most of the soldiers on both sides, the battlefield was hot and cold, and because there were too many people, it seemed unpredictable......

With a "bang", Xi Peisheng, who was born in Sheqi County, Nanyang Prefecture, waved a big wooden mallet and fired several stone bullets at the dense Fangla Army soldiers again, which were mixed with two thunderbolt fireballs.

Xi Peisheng has lived for more than 20 years, and his past experience can be called lucky.

A major flood when I was a child directly turned Xi Peisheng's family into landless victims. With the approval of the court, Jingnan Road recruited disaster victims on a large scale and organized them into a box army, and Xi Peisheng's family survived the difficulties.

More than three years ago, Xi Peisheng's father lost an arm while running a private business for Shangguan. Da Zhou Xiangjun encouraged his father to die and his son to succeed, and his brother to retire and replace him, and that Shangguan felt indebted and attached great importance to Xi Peisheng.

Two years ago, Xi Peisheng was stuffed into the catapult army by his father's old Shangguan and operated the catapult.

Xi Peisheng can receive seventy percent of the military salary on the books every month, plus subsidies such as clothing, rice grain, salt and sauce, and from time to time he also divides a little money from the business income of his department, and his small life is harmonious and beautiful.

Good days can't be in vain.

Lord Yu went to Jingnan Road to order troops, and Nanyang Mansion, which had already sent Liu Chengdong's troops, didn't want to be embarrassed, so he directly packed half of the equipment army and cheered for Lord Yu.

Xi Peisheng heard the explosion of gunpowder.

From the screams and exclamations of the soldiers of the Fang La army, Xi Peisheng judged that the casualties projected to the Fang La rebels in this round were considerable!

Although they are all small people, in Xi Peisheng's heart, everyone in the Yongle Dynasty is a rebel: after being affected by the disaster, they waited to be organized into a box army, and they actually rebelled? Rushed thousands of miles to Jiangnan, isn't it a rebel?

Xi Peisheng didn't understand that not all the victims of the disaster anywhere and at any time would be organized into the box army in time.

"The wall is broken, run!"

Xi Peisheng suddenly heard a few terrifying exclamations, and when he looked up, he found that a section of the sheep and horse wall very close to the three catapults beside him had become another gap.

Xi Peisheng panicked.

On weekdays, in order to "save" money, food and energy, generals and other officials at the section level did not let them practice hand-to-hand combat at all. The armored Fang Lajun rushed over, how is this good?

What else can I do, do I take a knife and gun and go up to die? Ran, of course!

Xi Peisheng and the brothers of the same team followed the team leader to the last sheep and horse wall.

It may be that holding a single knife affects the balance, maybe the loose robe is not suitable for running, and it is more likely that the physical strength is not good, anyway, Xi Peisheng just can't run fast. In a hurry, he threw away the only weapon in his hand, the shiny hand knife.

Less than thirty steps away from the sheep and horse wall, Xi Peisheng could already see the team leader and brothers on the other side of the wall cheering for him.

Xi Peisheng's face showed a look of luck, joy and relaxation, he felt that he was really lucky to run all the way without being injured at all. You must know that in the current Da Zhou, no matter how small the wound is, it may take the life of a strong man.

Luck may take care of a person frequently, but there is always a limit.

"Poof!"

Less than twenty steps away from the sheep and horse wall, Xi Peisheng was pierced through his chest and abdomen with a knife.

No matter how sharp the knife is, it is not easy to penetrate a person's body, and the Fang Lajun who stabbed Xi Peisheng must be a veteran. The hand knife was obviously aimed at the gap between Xi Peisheng's ribs and stabbed it diagonally at a certain angle.

Fatal with one hit!

Xi Peisheng looked at the brothers who got along day and night not far away, and the team leader who always loved to go to the kiln and was not a thing, looked at the stunned, frightened and lucky on their faces, and watched them open their mouths slightly and widen their eyes...... He felt his strength drain quickly.

The surrounding sounds of fighting and weapons clashing seemed to be far away from him, and Xi Peisheng knelt on the ground. His heart was broken, and the pain made his eyes blacken.

Xi Peisheng had thick blood dripping from his mouth, and he looked down at the tip of the knife that showed through his chest, and he always felt that the knife that killed him was familiar.

His heart stopped beating, Xi Peisheng felt that the pain had subsided a little, and finally had the strength to think about something in his head, "I'm going to die, I'm going to die." ”

"Daughter-in-law, take care of the children, and your father and mother must also take care of them. The money I saved saved should be enough. ”

"I didn't expect to die in Jiangnan, can I still enter the ancestral grave?"

His eyes darkened again, and Xi Peisheng showed a strange smile of relief on his face.

"Click!"

Xi Peisheng's head flew up. In a few moments, the blood column sprayed thin.

It's a long time, but from Xi Peisheng being stabbed with a knife to being beheaded, it is a matter of three breaths.

"It's a good knife, it was actually in a garbage hand before."

Jing Xiaowei wiped the knife on Xi Peisheng's body, sighed, and then raised his shield and rushed towards the sheep and horse wall.

Jing Xiaowei was born in Xukou Town, and now he is the leader of a hundred soldiers in the Fangla army.

Jing Xiaowei took the initiative to join the Yongle Dynasty, and he sincerely wanted to overthrow the Great Zhou Dynasty, and he had firm ideals.

Four acres of paddy fields, nearly six acres of mountain fields, and an oil mill can be regarded as a solid family anywhere in Dazhou.

To the west of Xukou Town is the continuous mountains on the east side of Jiangnan West Road, where there are fields, livestock and workshops, which can be called a rich family in the countryside.

Jing Xiaowei's family has accumulated more than 30 years, and gradually started the fame of the family's workshop.

There are more and more people in the mountains who can afford to eat oil, but there is almost no oil production in the mountains. Jing Xiaowei's family is taking the road of exchanging rapeseed oil for mountain goods, with more and more fields, and the family's cellar is also full of copper coins.

Blessings and misfortunes lurk.

The county magistrate, who was known as the clear name, died of illness, and the new county magistrate had not yet arrived, and the family surnamed Yan in the town reached out to Jing Xiaowei's family.

Many years ago, Jing Xiaowei's grandfather borrowed dozens of pieces from the Yan family, but he quickly paid it off with interest. However, decades later, the Yan family actually took out an IOU to take away Jing Xiaowei's family's oil mill.

Jing Xiaowei's father naturally didn't do it, and wanted to fight on the basis of reason, but what happened next made Jing Xiaowei's father understand: The family has no status, but there is a lot of money, which is really not a good thing!

The family's oil mill can't collect raw materials, and the inventory can't be sold, but Jing Xiaowei's family still doesn't give in: it's a big deal not to do business, and the family still has land.

However, overnight, Jing Xiaowei's land was destroyed, mixed with stones and mineral powder, and he could not grow food for several years.

Jing Xiaowei's father fell ill, his mother fell ill, and he couldn't hire a doctor even if he had money.

Jing Xiaowei is very famous in the township community, and there are several hardcore brothers, but the head of the society is the Yan family.

When his father and mother died, his relatives did not dare to squeak, and some relatives even persuaded Jing Xiaowei to hand over his family property to save his life.