[I'm sorry everyone, there was something on the National Day, and I wrote slowly when I came back. But it's still two more, this is the first one. 】

Mberek held his head and shivered.

There was howling, fighting, the pungent smell of blood, the tooth-aching sound of knives slashing through bones.

In the endless chaos, this young Uighur nobleman, who had lost all his courage and forgot all his pre-war rhetoric, was a Han Chinese who had the same blood feud with the Black Khans, and was a bodhisattva in Mberek's heart, praying silently for their early arrival.

Other than that, he just wanted to forget everything in front of him and hide in a place where no one could find him.

But in the chaotic camp, where is there half an inch of pure land?

The number of Black Khans entering the city was increasing, and the space occupied by the defenders became more and more cramped, and the camps were controlled, and the defenders had been suppressed to a few corners.

Scattered Uighur soldiers such as Mberek hid in the camps, carefully searched by a group of Black Khans who had also dispersed.

Having never had any experience in hiding, his tracks were soon discovered. A black sweat man was pressing over with a scimitar, his toes were already in front of him, he could hear his breathing, but Mberek did nothing but shrink himself a little tighter.

At the city gate in the distance, the Han army with long soldiers in hand came out of the city.

But suddenly, the man suddenly pulled out, looked around nervously, and then fell to the ground with a bang, and the scimitar clanged to the ground.

"You're hiding here?" A muffled voice came from overhead.

Hearing the voice, Mberek shuddered and looked up cautiously, first seeing a long arrow with a white tail piercing deep into the eye socket of the black sweaty man. By the side of the black sweat man, he was wearing a pair of extremely large feet, wearing arrow boots that only Han officials would have.

Mberzek's gaze moved upwards and appeared in front of him, the most familiar face among the thousands of Han Chinese.

"Villain...... Villain ......"

Speaking Chinese, which he was not proficient in, he lay on the ground and could not speak.

The one-hit killing marksman, among all hosts, of course, belongs to only one person. He didn't know how many times he had heard from the mouths of his companions that made people fear and hate.

Wang Sunchen's life was saved, but Mbyrek's heart was even more terrified. His timid and warlike appearance completely fell into the eyes of Wang Sunchen, which was a completely unforgivable crime in the army. It was seen by the evil ghost who only looked at the mood of murder, and at that moment Mberzek already had the consciousness of losing his life.

With a snort, Wang Sunchen didn't say anything more, changed directions, and walked forward.

A group of guards who followed him also followed him closely, leaving no gaps, and did not pay much attention to Mberek.

It was only then that Mbarek found out that there were only these dozens of people who followed Wang Sunchen. The rest of the Han army was farther away by the wall, and from him it could be seen that the Han people with five-foot long knives were fighting with the Black Khan people.

Look at the fierce battle at the wall, and look at Wang Sunsin who is shooting as he advances.

The expression on Mberek's face showed the struggle in his heart. Watching Wang Sunchen gradually move away, his stiff body finally moved, lifted his weapon, and then strode after him.

As he passed the hapless black sweater, he paused, reached out, and pulled out the long arrow with all his might, and put it in the quiver on his waist, ignoring the stained blood on it. This is a common custom among the Tibetans and Uighurs, who take a long arrow shot by a marksman and put it in the quiver in order to obtain a good archery skill and ward off the danger of being shot.

Mbyrek quickly caught up with Wang Sunsin, and dozens of guards looked at him with wary eyes, their long knives ready to fall at any moment.

"Keeping up?" But Wang Sunchen looked back at him, and he didn't know who he was saying, "Give him the quiver." ”

For some reason, Mberzek was on the spot.

"Bring it up!"

More than a dozen quivers filled with long arrows were handed to him, and Wang Sunchen's personal soldiers gave orders without hesitation, and Mberyk finally understood.

Wang Sunchen turned around and walked forward, and dropped his words from afar, "Keep up." ”

"Don't keep up yet!" The soldier kicked Mberzek lightly and urged.

In a panic, he picked up his quiver and hurriedly chased after Wang Sunchen, but his heart was like a boulder being pushed away, and he finally settled down.

The battle in the camp became more and more fierce at this time. Although the assault on the city gate failed, the Black Khan soldiers who stormed the camp grew in number and size, and almost all the defenders were divided and surrounded. They lack organization and are left to the mercy of the mermaids.

As for the Han army, whether it was the Han army that entered the camp, or the Han army at the head of the city, or the group guarding the gate of the wall, they all paid attention to the walled wall, hoping to block the passage of the Black Khan people into the camp. is fighting with them inch by inch.

But Wang Sunchen, as the commander of the whole army, gave up his command of the Han army in this matter, and instead marched through the camp with dozens of personal guards.

However, he seems to walk casually, but he is always able to step on the key position.

Walking to the corner of the camp, hundreds of defenders in front were compressed into a corner, and the number of Black Khan troops surrounding them did not even exceed them, maybe even a little less, but the defenders, who were mixed by the two Tibetan and Uighur families, did not organize their defense or even counterattack at all, but squeezed closer and closer under the attack of the Black Khans......

Seeing this scene, Wang Sunchen just shot an arrow, then another arrow, then three arrows, and four arrows, and in the blink of an eye, he shot all the officers in the Black Khan Army on the spot. Without its commander, the Black Khan army suddenly fell into chaos, and Wang Sunsin's own soldiers were even more divided into half, rushed into the chaotic enemy army, and slashed and slaughtered.

Finally looking forward to the arrival of reinforcements, the morale of the defenders rose sharply, and their courage returned to their hearts, causing them to rush forward one after another, wielding their swords and slashing the Black Khan, who had almost cornered them, into pieces.

After solving one of the enemy forces, Wang Sunchen turned around and left, and the group of soldiers saw the commander's action, and the smart ones followed.

Wang Sunchen saved one place after another in this way, and in a blink of an eye, a large group of nearly 1,000 people gathered. He doesn't need to give a command, as long as his arrows are directed, the warriors around him will attack in a crowd and cut that man into meat sauce.

Finally it came in handy. ’

Wang Sunsin looked back at the Tibetans and Uighurs who were following him. I didn't dare to use them because I was afraid of morale, but now I can use them to my heart's content.

The reinforcements he brought with him were attacking the wall, intercepting the support from the rear of the Black Khan. But if the village is not quiet, there is no chance to stabilize the interior of the camp, let alone counterattack the enemy army.

Whenever Wang Sunsin saw an enemy army, he would pull the bowstring. In Mberek's eyes, the movement of his hands was fast enough to pull out the phantom.

However, this kind of archery is also the most consuming of arrows. The quiver that straddled Wang Sunchen's waist thinned out in an instant.

Wang Sunchen glanced back at the empty quiver that had been dropped, and the Uighur nobleman who understood his intentions immediately handed over a new quiver with both hands.

A team of Black Khans killed. They had just reorganized their formation, and there were more than two hundred of them, and in the chaotic camp, they seemed to be outnumbered.

They didn't know that the only people who were really led by the Daoist King Shunchen were the personal guards, and the others were all terrified miscellaneous soldiers. Seeing the large number of people and horses here, the Black Khan Army immediately felt timid in their hearts. Struggling to leave or stay, Wang Sunsin's magic shot made them no longer have to be embarrassed.

When one or two officers were shot to the ground, there were still shouts for revenge, but as the bows and arrows were depleted, more and more soldiers surrendered.

In the end, he didn't even need Wang Sunsin to shoot down the leader, just a slight finger with his bow, and the defenders under his command would sweep away the enemy in front of him in one fell swoop.

There are more and more defenders who were rescued by Wang Sunchen, these people have Wang Sunchen's support, and seeing that the reinforcements are fighting, they are not afraid at all, and they directly rush up and exchange them with each other.

The gates of the camp were still in the midst of fierce fighting.

After the Black Khan people entered the camp, the two main targets of attack were the city gate and the other was the gate of the camp. The assault on the gates of the city was a complete failure, and the battle for the gates of the camp was bogged down.

The war was stalemate, but the arrival of Wang Sunchen greatly tilted the balance in favor of the Great Song Dynasty.

Closely watched by Wang Sunsin, thousands of Uighur soldiers fought bravely to kill the enemy, and the consequence of the internal and external attacks was that the Black Khan army was completely annihilated, and no one could escape.

The fighting in the camp was rapidly decreasing, and the original deafening howls and angry shouts were almost unheard of in a short period of time.

It only took a quarter of an hour to reorganize the divided defenders of the western camp and successfully recapture the camp, and even the battle for the walled wall became scarce with the calm of the fighting inside and outside the city.

Some of the Black Khan soldiers fled and some were killed, and the remaining prisoners numbered in the thousands.

The enemy had not yet been cleared, and no one had the heart to dispose of the prisoners at this time. However, the generals gathered still congratulated and thanked Wang Sunchen for his hard work, allowing them to escape the scimitars of the Black Khan.

"Nothing."

Wang Sunsin's tone was like a trivial matter.

He could have directly commanded the Han army with his closest cronies and led them to clean up the city. But no one can guarantee that the Black Khan will not mix an elite like Ghulam in these attack points, or hide it in the crowd.

In order to prevent a large number of casualties among the servants, Wang Sunchen ordered the Han army to attack the city wall, and he himself rushed to rescue the Uighurs and Tibetans with his own men. Only Wang Sunsin has the power to make the army bow down to orders, and only he can let them rescue more people together after saving them.

This choice allowed Wang Sunsin to restore order in the camp as quickly as possible, and also allowed him to plan the next counterattack.