Sixty or seventy thousand cavalry, but not more than 20,000 infantry, it has become a joke. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yeluren was furious first, no matter what, he couldn't lose!

He dispatched another 20,000 troops to press up from the right flank, and he personally supervised the Chinese army, attacking from three sides, regardless of the cost. The Liao soldiers were like a tide, endless, and did not give the Song army time to breathe at all.

Gradually, from the original phalanx, it was pressed into a dumbbell shape, and the two wings were concave inward, if the Liao soldiers on the left and right flanks succeeded in meeting the division, the Song army would be completely cut off, and there would be no suspense in this battle.

Coincidentally, at this time, the right wing actually collapsed.

A section of the carriage wall was broken through by the Liao soldiers, and the people standing behind were Yelu Chongyuan's subordinates.

These people were already not highly motivated, and when they saw the wolf-like Liao soldiers, they retreated one after another after a few fights.

"Bastard!"

Murong Qingchen jumped like thunder, "Yelu Chongyuan, this is the elite of your men?" It's all rice buckets, waste! ”

was scolded so much that he lost his temper, and the old man's face could fry eggs. At this time, it was Yang Wenguang who took a deep breath and scolded angrily: "How can you be rude to Your Majesty? ”

Your Majesty?

A pheasant emperor, what is he?

Murong Qingchen wanted to say a few ugly words, but Yang Wenguang glared at him fiercely.

"You are all here to guard the Chinese army, and I will go to the rescue."

"Ahh

Liu Yu and Murong Qingchen were both startled, and hurriedly said: "You are the commander of the three armies, how can you risk your life and let us ......?"

"Say no more!"

Yang Wenguang resolutely stopped them, "Your subordinates are all new recruits, although the training is good, but they have not experienced a bloody battle of life and death, this kind of juncture, after all, you can't withstand it!" Gotta let me come! ”

After Yang Wenguang finished speaking, he raised the spear in his hand, and 300 Yang family soldiers quickly assembled.

The youngest of these people has also been on the battlefield for more than ten years, fighting Li Yuanhao in the northwest, quelling chaos in various places, almost without service, everyone has countless scars on their bodies, and they are real veterans who have survived a hundred battles.

"Brothers, follow me!"

Yang Wenguang took 300 people and decisively faced the Liao soldiers and killed them.

The spear in his hand is more terrible than the strange python, no Liao soldier can stop the Yang family's spear, he slammed left and right, as if entering a no-man's land, the Liao soldier rushed a person and turned over on his back.

The Yang family soldiers in the back followed closely, and they showed a long knife in their hands.

Back then, the old Taijun passed the Mo knife technique to Wang Ning'an, because the Wang family mainly attacked the cavalry, there was no training, but Wang Ning'an was not idle, he let the craftsmen study, and after paying a bounty of 100,000 yuan, he finally made a Mo knife.

Compared with the complex process of the Tang Dynasty, the revival of the Mo knife uses high-carbon steel and water forging, although the quality of the knife is not as good as that of the Tang Dynasty, but the cost has been reduced a lot.

Wang Ningan was not sure how powerful the Mo knife was, so he gave Yang Wenguang 300. It happened that Yang Wenguang lost the battle in Lingnan and lost the people of the Yang family.

He learned from the pain, re-selected a hundred battle fighters, personally taught the Mo knife combat method, and after some hard training, he really saw the results.

In the face of the surging Liao soldiers, they calmed down, waited until the Liao soldiers rushed closer, raised their Mo swords, and violently criticized them. A strange knife, shining with a dazzling cold light, slashed down in an instant.

The armor of the Liao soldiers was split, the muscles and bones were broken, and the blood flowed wildly, and even the war horse could not bear the power of the Mo sword, and was chopped to the ground.

Yang Wenguang was overjoyed in his heart, and immediately beckoned the soldiers and marched forward bravely, they faced the Liao soldiers, and in the case of weak numbers, they actually launched a counterattack.

Every step was a step on the corpses, blood staining their armor red, and there was pungent blood everywhere. The more they fought, the more courageous they became, rolling forward, one by one the forest of Mo Dao, it was simply the sickle of death, constantly harvesting life, and a lot of Liao soldiers died, their eyes widened, as if they had seen a ghost.

That's right, they just saw the hell!

The Modao, which has been lost for hundreds of years, has actually been resurrected!

This knife once slashed out a prosperous Tang Dynasty, and this time, it is no exception!

In the face of the aggressiveness of the Song soldiers, the Liao soldiers could only fight and retreat, and did not stop fighting back with bows and arrows.

When Jeruren saw that his plan had failed again, he went mad.

Increasing the number of men and horses again, killing again, at this moment the Liao soldiers on the battlefield have reached 60,000 people, constantly attacking, the entire phalanx, especially the right flank, and the part that is responsible for the Yuan people, is full of dangers.

Yang Wenguang had to act as a firefighter again and again, and whenever they appeared, the Liao soldiers fled in a panic.

Hehe Mo knife team, the male Yang general!

Definitely an undefeated legend on the battlefield.

It's just that they are also human beings, wearing heavy armor, wielding a Mo knife weighing nearly ten catties, fighting for an hour, and their two arms weigh more than a thousand catties.

When everyone felt that they couldn't fight anymore, in the face of the Liao soldiers, they could still wave the Mo knife again and again, and kill the opponent again and again...... Gradually, there are fewer and fewer people around Yang Wenguang, and there are less than 100 people left in the 300 series. More than a thousand Liao soldiers died at their hands.

Relying on the support of the soldiers of the Yang family, the entire front did not collapse, but no one can say how long they can hold out...... Maybe they will be crushed by the Liao soldiers in the next moment, or maybe they will never fall, this is the Yang general!

……

"Can't wait any longer, it's our turn!"

On top of the black war horse, a handsome old man grabbed a bronze mask and put it on his face.

Di Qing, behind him was five thousand Jingsai Iron Horsemen.

Let Yang Wenguang lead troops to rescue Changping, just to attract Yeluren to fight first. And Di Qing was lying dormant beside him, waiting for the fighter.

He only has 5,000 people and only one chance!

To rebuild the Jingsai Army, the soldiers have paid countless sweats for today, and it is time to harvest.

Di Qing was the first to rush down the hill and swooped towards the flank and rear of the Liao soldiers.

Yeluren spotted the Song army first, and a terrible horn sounded in his ranks.

"Enemy attack!"

Yeluren first had to send men and horses again to stop Di Qing, but the elites in his hands had already been sent to deal with Yang Wenguang, so he had to let the last 3,000 relatives go up with him.

Without any pause, the two teams collided together.

Di Qing trained troops, and unlike the Wang family's iron cavalry, they did not adopt the tactics of riding the wall. But these soldiers are just as fierce, and Di Qing is the most ferocious.

As the first fierce general of the Great Song Dynasty, a handsome guy who is usually gentle and elegant, when he arrives on the battlefield, Di Qing is a well-deserved king and a complete madman.

Especially the Vari Horse, who recently got a divine steed, no matter how busy Di Qing is, he has to spare at least an hour to scrub, feed, walk, and chat...... That's right, he took this little black curly hair as a son, uh no, even closer than a son!

This time, the little curly hair carried Di Qing and galloped down, one person and one horse, like lightning, and they crashed headlong into the Liao soldiers. Di Qing waved the saber in his hand, only to see a cold light, and the heads of the two Liao soldiers flew into the sky.

Facing Di Qing, no one could stop him, the knife in his hand harvested life, and the irritable little curly hair was not to be outdone, stretching out his big mouth, and kept biting the ears of the opponent's war horse, biting bloody, neighing.

Not to mention how proud the little curly hair was, Di Qing could even feel the excitement of the war horse.

Good!

Let's kill a good one!

Di Qing was like a black lightning, tearing the Liao soldiers apart, and the follow-up Jingsai Iron Cavalry followed Di Qing closely, widening the gap Yelu Renxian's personal guards couldn't stop the wolf-like Jingsai Army.

"Kill him, kill Di Qing!"

Yeluren first shouted wildly, "Whoever kills Di Qing will be rewarded with 10,000 yuan, 100,000 yuan!! ”

The Liao soldiers mustered up their courage and rushed towards Di Qing again, and a stout man raised his mace and smashed it on his head.

At this moment, the saber in Di Qing's hand had already rolled up, he didn't have time to replace it, he lowered his head and flashed the mace, grabbed the handle of the mace with his probing hand, and threw the saber out with the other hand, just stabbing the big man's throat.

Di Qing had an extra mace in his hand and danced, and the Liao soldiers did not have a battle, and they fell off their horses one after another.

"Mighty!"

"Mighty!"

……

The soldiers of the Jingsai army shouted loudly, their voices were like thunder, and the more they killed, the more energetic they became, and the momentum became more and more vigorous.

When Di Qing smashed the last skull, there were no Liao soldiers in front of him to stop him.

Including Yelurenxian, all of them turned around in fright, and under the protection of the soldiers, they dodged the edge. Yeluren swore first that he didn't want to run, but he really didn't have the courage to fight Di Qing.

The man with the mask seemed to be shining with infinite light all over his body, and anyone who faced him would be pale and powerless, and he would not be able to raise the courage to fight!

The first god of war in the Great Song Dynasty!

Deserved!

Di Qing rushed away the Liao soldiers in one go, and the Liao soldiers who were still besieging Yang Wenguang also knew that the back road was copied, so they turned around and fled in fright.

From dodging, to retreating, from defeat to rout, an avalanche of rout!

The Liao soldiers fled frantically, and Yeluren was also coerced to escape, he was like a flat boat, he could only follow the tide on the sea, and he couldn't control the direction at all.

Di Qing and Yang Wenguang successfully joined the division, where could they miss a good opportunity to pursue with victory, chasing fiercely with their butts, all along the way were the defeated soldiers of the Liao State, all kinds of weapons, armor, tents, horses, including people, were thrown everywhere.

Di Qing chased out 30 miles in one breath and killed under Juyong Pass.

This majestic fortress fell into the hands of the Song army, and the gate to Youzhou on the Xijing Road of the Liao Kingdom was re-closed. Di Qing finally smiled, relieved.

"We're half the win!"