One hundred and ten men who rushed out of the crowd with Yuan Sanlang saw Yuan Sanlang die tragically on the spot, although all of them turned around and entered the crowd, none of them had the intention to fight, but they all stopped in the crowd. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Fang Qifo took twenty or thirty generals, and did not enter the crowd, constantly interspersed forward, only wanting to go forward to join the battle, but he didn't know that the people in front of him had already turned around and fled.

The main street of Hangzhou is extremely spacious, but no matter how spacious the street is, it is just a street after all, nearly 200,000 people are crowded, some people stop moving, some people desperately go backwards, and some people struggle forward.

Traffic in front of and behind the streets has been paralyzed.

Zheng Zhi slowed down some of the horse's speed, and no longer struggled to fight forward, there were too many enemies in front of his head, and they were so crowded that no matter how hard he tried to move forward at this time, the horse could not rush into the crowd.

Except for the first few rows of iron horsemen, the rest of the people were shooting forward. People kept falling to the ground, and the streets did not even trample on the ground with horses' hooves, but trampled directly on the corpses.

In this way, the horse steps are slower and slower, and the horse steps that are slowly moving forward have a more oppressive feeling.

Although Shi Jin had killed countless people, he seemed to be a little unbearable when he saw the corpses all over the ground, and asked, "Brother, do you want to surrender?" ”

"You can't surrender, you can only fight like this!" Zheng Zhi replied with a blushing face, it is not Zheng Zhi who is really hard-hearted, hundreds of thousands of Han people, if they want to be slaughtered, Zheng Zhi naturally can't do it.

But at this time, it is definitely not possible to surrender, the number of enemies is too much, and there are too few men under Zheng Zhi's command, it is impossible to control so many people, and once there is a change, the consequences are unimaginable. At this time, the only way to do this was to kill and drive these people out of Hangzhou City, and turn them into a rout.

Only in this way can victory be assured, and as long as the enemy is defeated, it is time to surrender by dividing and attacking.

The butcher's knife is still more than that, and no one in front of him dares to come up and fight hard, and the iron armor is too powerful in front of these farmers who have just picked up their knives and guns. These people have never really experienced war, only the illusory siege of the city, repeated victories, when the real battle formation, the fragile blind self-confidence is really vulnerable.

Just like a person who originally floated in the clouds and thought he was invincible in the world, but the reality suddenly dropped him from the highest to the bottom, and it was too difficult to rebuild self-confidence and the courage to fight.

"Old Hu, how many arrows are left?" Zheng Zhi shouted.

"Xianggong, I still have seven or eight here!" Lao Hu went into battle, and there must be two cylinders of feather arrows on both sides of the horse's back, as many as thirty or forty, and most of the others only brought one tube. Although Lao Hu's rate of fire is faster than others, there are only seven or eight old Hu left, and Zheng Zhi also knows that everyone has not many arrows.

Zheng Zhi turned around and untied the quiver behind his horse, handed it to Lao Hu not far behind him, and said, "Lao Hu, report when you finish shooting." ”

"Yes!" Lao Hu took the quiver, and shot desperately, faster and faster, twenty or thirty steps in front of the head, there was no need to aim, what Lao Hu had to do was to shoot the feather arrow as far as possible, shoot it one or two hundred steps away, and cause greater psychological pressure on the enemy behind.

Suddenly, an ironclad man came out of the alley on the left, and when he came out, he shouted: "Zheng Xianggong, the streets on the left and right have been cleared, and most of the enemies have fled to the city." ”

This person is Yang Keshi, and the meaning of the words is to ask Zheng Zhi what to do next.

"General Yang, you quickly lead your subordinates to the center of the city, to the Hangzhou Mansion, Fang Laxing may be in the Mansion." Zheng Zhi knew that he couldn't leave now, and he had to continue to maintain this high-pressure posture against the enemy, and he had to completely crush these people, so that the enemy's large army really began to break and flee.

Therefore, it is best to tell Yang Keshi to go to the Hangzhou Mansion, there are many buildings in Hangzhou, and the streets are extremely complicated, but there is also an advantage, that is, it extends in all directions. As long as Yang Keshi asks the direction clearly, he will go straight to the mansion all the way to the government without hindrance, even if he encounters the obstruction of a small group of people.

"Yes!" Yang Keshi said a word, turned around and entered the alley again, and on the street on the other side of the alley, it was Yang Keshi's seven thousand corporals.

Zheng Zhi saw that Yang Keshi had entered the alley, and shouted again: "Order the soldiers, quickly go and inform General Wang Yu and ask him to lead the troops to the Hangzhou Mansion." ”

The soldiers beat their horses and went into the alley on the other side.

Wang Yu's battle was not as smooth as Yang Keshi's, although he also had five or six thousand soldiers, and the soldiers were also brave, but the equipment was too poor. There are neither bows and crossbows and feather arrows like the hundreds of personal soldiers under Yang Keshi's command, nor the armor of the Tokyo soldiers. The level of equipment is only a little better than that of the thief soldiers, so naturally it is not as smooth as Yang Keshi's battle.

But Wang Yu is also indomitable, killing the thief army and retreating, Wang Yu himself is like a mad demon, full of blood and killing, and his subordinates have hundreds of lives. This is also the reason why Wang Yu was able to trap the lonely city for eight months and not let Sticky Han take a step forward, and it is also the reason why Sticky Han hated so much that he trampled on Wang Yu's body after Wang Yu's death.

At the end of the Northern Song Dynasty, the Great Song Dynasty was not without brave warriors, Wang Yu was a real iron backbone, but the court was weak, and the family and country were in decline, which was already the trend of the times, and not some warriors were brave enough to be able to Wang Langlan.

Where are Fang Qifo, Deng Yuanjue and the others?

In the dense crowd, two or three were iron armor squeezing left and right, but they were not allowed to advance an inch, and the man who was present with nearly 200,000 cloth towels was no longer a proud soldier who could help Fang Qifo win many battles, and had become a burden to Fang Qifo.

The crowd became denser and denser, crowded to the point of impassibility, and kept moving backwards, like a tide, and these ironclad generals crowded in the crowd could not pass through the crowd, let alone fight in front of the head.

"Forward, forward, retreat and cut !!"

"Go forward, don't go back...

"Long live the Holy Father, the Holy Father will prevail...

"The one who retreats is slashed!"

Fang Qifo shouted heartbreakingly, hysterical, hoarse in his throat, and thunderous in his shouting.

He also shouted as if no one around him could hear him, and he didn't seem to have any effect.

More and more people are going back, the whole crowd is slowly retreating, and the men who are wrapped in the crowd, whether they want to advance or retreat, are like waves in the river, and they can't help themselves.

There are clouds in the book of soldiers, and the soldiers are not expensive but expensive.

Under the command of Emperor Fang La, it seems that he has only had time to increase the number of soldiers, and it is too late to turn the soldiers into elites.

Zheng Zhi looked back and saw that many men had already put away their crossbows, and many men began to lean over the ground to pull out the feather arrows inserted in the corpses, and obviously many of them had already shot all the feather arrows in the quiver.

Zheng Zhi lightly pinched the horse's belly and opened his mouth to order: "Accelerate forward, press forward!" ”

The feather arrows are about to run out, and it is inevitable to exert more pressure forward, not to let the enemy army regroup and counterattack, and must overwhelm the enemy army in one go.

Zheng Zhi's horse walked briskly, the unicorn beast was tall and long, a leap was a few steps away, Zheng Zhi's spear was held in his hand, and the distance of thirty steps was instantaneous, and the spear stabbed continuously, killing several people in a row.

The generals on the left and right all stepped forward, and the rows of cloth-clothed thieves wailed incessantly.

A person can only grow up after more than ten years to grow into an adult, and he has the strength to hold a knife and slash and kill.

Death is too simple, only in an instant, a cold light flashes, blood splashes a few steps, and he falls to the ground. A life that was grown up with hard work was fleeting, and he died as light as a feather, and he died as well as grass mustard.

There are also the hoarse cries of the Seven Buddhas as companions, and these cries that are not as good as human ears are the only rites of these deaths.

Defeats have been happening all the time, but there have not been really large-scale routs, and there are still many people who are hesitant and many people who have stopped to watch.

It's just that these hesitants and people who stopped can clearly feel the strength of the crowd retreating more and more, like a tide, and they can no longer tolerate those who hesitate to stand firm.

The rout finally broke out, and there was a large area of retreat, with only one of the back of the head of the countless cloth towels left at the back of the enemy, and many panicked eyes could be seen looking back at the iron armor in the distance from time to time.

Such a crowded and disorderly escape will inevitably have a consequence. When one person panics, countless footsteps will trample over that person, and more people will trip and fall, and more people will be trampled to death.

Deng Yuanjue saw the retreating soldier like a tide, his brows furrowed, and he was on the spot.

Fang Qifo was already crazy, and the spear in his hand kept stabbing into the crowd, shouting in the air: "Turn back, turn back and kill the enemy, go back... ”

It's just that the voice is getting more hoarse, more subtle, and more indefatigable.

Fang Qifo continued to assassinate the retreating soldiers, and he was also constantly attacked by the retreating people.

Finally, Fang Qifo stumbled backwards and fell to the ground. The iron armor on his body was rattled by someone.

"Marshal!" Deng Yuanjue was shocked, shouted in his mouth, and walked towards Fang Qifo, and the dozens of catties of Zen staff in his hand kept hitting the crowd.

The generals of the left and right sides gathered together.

The horses' hooves got closer and closer, and the crowd broke faster and faster.

Deng Yuanjue swept out with all his strength, and the hard and huge Zen staff swept down. Finally revealing the Fang Qi Buddha on the ground, several iron armor stepped forward and pulled the Fang Qi Buddha up.

"Marshal, how are you?" Shi Bao asked nervously, Shi Bao has been fighting with Fang Qifo, and the relationship between the two is naturally very good, Shi Bao is really worried in his heart.

Fang Qifo shook his head, looked left and right, his eyes were a little dull, and he replied in the air: "All the generals will follow me forward." ”

After finishing speaking, Fang Qifo picked up his spear, and the twenty or thirty generals did not go in a row to block the deserters like before, but slowly moved forward in a group, but it was still difficult to move an inch.

It didn't hurt that Fang Qifo and the others couldn't move an inch, because Zheng Zhi came, and the crowd withdrew, revealing the twenty or thirty iron armor in front of them.

Fang Qifo, Deng Yuanjue, Li Tianyan, Shi Bao, as well as the so-called eight hussars, Zhejiang Four Dragons, Jiangnan Twelve Gods.

Most of these people are Jianghu men, and now they have become military generals, and at this time, everyone is wearing iron armor, in front of Zheng Zhi.

Suddenly, these iron armors exposed in the crowd also made Zheng Zhi a little surprised, under Fang La's command, the iron armor must be a general, so many generals gathered in one place, but Zheng Zhi did not expect it.

Zheng Zhi stopped his horse steps slightly, looked at the iron armor more than ten steps away in front of his head, suddenly recognized an acquaintance, and asked: "Baoguang is coming, I will be lucky!" I heard that you are the national teacher of Fang La, and I said goodbye in a hurry last time, but I didn't expect to meet again so soon. ”

Deng Yuanjue naturally recognized Zheng Zhi at a glance, and said: "Zheng Zhi, you were lucky that day, and it was just right to meet today, so take your life!" ”

Before the words fell, Deng Yuanjue stepped forward to kill Zheng Zhi on the horse. The twenty and thirty armies on the left and right will all burst out and kill. In the face of endless iron armor, and this heart to die, it is really rare.