The sun was slowly setting, and it would soon fall completely under the Rouwolf Mountain in the west. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Although it is the end of spring, this northern border still looks bleak, and I don't see much anger.

Zheng Zhi, who had just finished discussing the matter of intercepting and killing the party's reinforcements, was standing on top of a section of the city wall that had been built at this time, and had been here for more than a month, and the battle with Jin Jia had passed seven or eight days.

A large section of the city wall has also been formed, and the construction site is full of people, with troops, forbidden troops, box troops, and party members, and there are busy figures everywhere. Human beings have always been able to burst out with the strongest potential and creativity for the sake of war. Throughout human history, the economy, science and technology have progressed with the pace of war, and even those miracles created by human beings have also been formed with war, just like the Great Wall.

Zheng Zhi looked at the Mi Bao sister and brother who were kneeling under him, both of them were lost and depressed, at the mercy of others, as if their souls were not in their bodies at this time.

"Mi Zhen Nian, do you think the party will win this battle?" Zheng Zhi suddenly asked. Two countries, two nations, devoted all their strength to preparing for this war, gambling on the fate of the entire country and nation.

Although the girl's eyes were empty, they were not as lifeless as the young man Mi Bao, and when she heard Zheng Zhi's question, her sanity seemed to come back a little, she glanced up at Zheng Zhi, and immediately lowered her head, obviously she didn't know what Zheng Zhi was referring to when he said the big battle.

"You Song people provoked the war and attacked my tribe, it was you who provoked the war, and you will be punished in the end." The girl no longer uses humiliation to survive as before, at this time the girl seems to have accepted her fate, roughly knowing that she has no possibility of returning to the original life, and her words to answer Zheng Zhi became straightforward, directly criticizing Zheng Zhi.

"You hate me?" Zheng Zhi suddenly asked again.

"One day, you will be ruined, your wife will be separated, and you will be as miserable as me." The girl didn't answer Zheng Zhi's words, but just cursed Zheng Zhi, and her tone slowly became urgent.

"Hmph, you and I are just ants in troubled times, but after all, we are just different paths, I came here to fight to the death with your party members, just to keep my relatives and friends stable and not fall into a miserable end." Zheng Zhi turned his body and gaze as he spoke, as if he was scanning something.

"You don't want your wife to be separated and your family to be ruined, so let other people's families be ruined, how can there be such a reason in the world, those who kill people will always kill them, and you can't die well!" The girl's voice suddenly became sharp, and all the hatred that had been buried for a long time was exposed.

"Your party will be defeated, the country will be ruined, and one day, I will set foot on the Li clan and destroy the party." Zheng Zhi didn't respond to the girl's curse at all, thinking about the things in his memory in his previous life, this battle of Western Xia would also be defeated, and he would bow down.

When the Jin people stepped on the Bianliang, the party members took a breath and lasted for a hundred years. In the end, whether it was the Dangxiang people, the Jin people, or the Song people, they all succumbed to the Mongolian butcher's knife.

Zheng Zhi thought of this, thought of these fresh men around him, and looked at the tens of thousands of people around him who obeyed his orders, and unconsciously rose a trace of ambition.

"You're a fool's dream, ridiculous!" The kind of ambition of Zheng Zhi in front of him, in the eyes of the girl, is really just ridiculously arrogant.

A young general with only a few thousand commands said that he would level the Li family and destroy the party. Isn't that ridiculously arrogant? If the girl knew the true thoughts that rose in Zheng Zhi's heart at this time, she was afraid that she would laugh on the spot.

"Haha。。。。。" Zheng Zhi raised his head and smiled, but did not answer, laughing very happily, and his thoughts were even more accessible.

This long laugh made the girl wonder when she heard it. It was the walking dead boy Mi Bao, who also glanced up at Zheng Zhi.

"After this battle, you want your party to hold a knife for someone and stand in front of a certain formation!" After Zheng Zhi finished speaking, he turned his head and left. I also seem to have figured out how to deal with these party captives.

The girl looked at Zheng Zhi who turned around, and felt that this Song person was really ridiculous, that is, at this time, the blood and hatred were forgotten to the side, just thinking about this ridiculous Song person, how could there be such a ridiculous idea, how could the party person hold a knife for this Song person, how could he fight for this Song person.

It's just that where does this girl understand, how can Zheng Zhi's idea be ridiculous? Zheng Zhi, who has seen thousands of years of history, knows what this girl can understand.

The beggar is only a catty. Temujin, having defeated all the tribes of Mongolia, also subdued all the men of Mongolia. After defeating the Jurchens, the Jurchens held swords for the Mongols. After defeating the party members, where do the party members dare to resist?

The Manchus of the White Mountains and Black Waters defeated the Mongols, and the Mongols fought for the Manchus.

In this world, the blood feud will always succumb to absolute power, and in the face of a sharp butcher's knife, how many people will not be able to lower their noble heads?

Only absolute faith can truly face the butcher's knife. But it is these nomads that the pursuit of life is only three meals a day!

Even the Han people who boast of integrity and faith are still not a few who kneel on the ground in the face of butcher knives.

Such a world where the weak eat the strong! Zheng Zhi slowly walked down the stairs of the city wall, glanced at the iron spear that his soldiers were carrying for him, and only had one sentence in his heart: Then let's see whose butcher's knife is sharper in this world!

More than 100 miles to the east of Rouwolf Mountain, the iron hooves of the healthy horses stepped on the turf that was not lush, and the grass clippings flew sideways.

Looking down from the sky, a torrent of steel rushed to the horizon, two thousand iron armor reflecting the dazzling sunlight, followed by a thousand slower iron armor.

There were also two thousand horsemen in the distance, and at this time, the horses' hooves were not far away, and this group of men and horses was in a mess and slowly gathered in one place.

Zheng Zhi rode in front of the battle, pulling the reins in one hand and hanging the other around his neck, and the spear was carried on the shoulders of his own soldiers. In the distance, two thousand party light horsemen were already in front of them.

If these party members fled at this time, most of them might be able to escape with a small life. However, these party members still retain the pride in their hearts, and they will move forward to meet the enemy when they form a formation. One day, the pride in the hearts of the party members will be trampled under Zheng Zhi's feet and worthless.

Looking at Zheng Zhi again, the broken arm was hung around the neck and tied tightly to the chest, and the legs were directly tied to the horse. was about to take over, Zheng Zhi let go of his right hand that controlled the reins and took the iron spear handed by his own soldiers.

Zheng Zhi didn't shout, and the two thousand iron horsemen behind him didn't say a word, just rushed forward.

On the other hand, two thousand party items rode lightly, shouting to kill the sky.

There are also a thousand Qingzhou soldiers who are not far from the Weizhou Iron Cavalry, although they are riding horses, they are slow, where can they keep up with the rhythm of the Weizhou soldiers in front.

The rain of arrows flew in several waves, and the party light cavalry fell off their horses one after another, and waited until the bow was fired back, and only then did they shoot an arrow, and the two armies had already converged.

As soon as they took over, the party light cavalry fell to the ground one after another like wheat facing a sickle, and these warriors who were herdsmen more than ten days ago seemed to have no resistance at all in the face of the equal number of Weizhou iron cavalry.

This is what the small species of scripture says in every battle.

When the two armies were separated, it was one round, and the party was less than a thousand people on horseback.

Zheng Zhi clamped the iron spear under his armpit, grabbed the reins with his palm, and turned back, the formation was not completely tight, and the horses had already galloped.

The party light cavalry also turned back, hesitated slightly, and rushed forward.

The two armies were divided again, and there were no more than 300 party members left. But he never turned his head again, and ran straight into the distance.

Zheng Zhi looked at the fleeing enemy, did not pursue, and beat his horse to the south.

Behind him, a thousand Gyeongju soldiers slowly stepped forward and began to pack up the battlefield and gather their horses and weapons. Arresting the party members who were lucky not to die, but there was resistance, and countless spears were pierced into a bloody blur.

Attached to the shelf: The last chapter is a free chapter, and I am really full of emotion in my heart, dozens of days and nights of anxiety, and it will be on the shelves after twelve o'clock tonight, and I don't know what the answer is. Thank you all for your support!

It is said that in today's historical texts, writing about war must hit the streets, and easy farming is the king. But when this story is written, it is naturally the family and the country, where can I leave the war, Lao Zhu has to search my intestines to write this war, and it is also the battle of the protagonist's start. I don't know what the answer is, but I can only thank you for your support.

The Great Song Dynasty is a prosperous city with millions of people and the prosperity of the south of the Yangtze River. Since you have come here, you naturally have to appreciate it. It's just that where the courage of the Han people should be placed, it must only rely on the protagonist Liwang Langlan. I would like to thank you all for your support and tolerance.

Lao Zhu carefully constructs the story in his heart, and lives up to the kings and himself. Thank you again for being with us all the way!

The words are incoherent, and it is also the old wish with mixed tastes, and I will say goodbye!