In the middle of the night, Yelu Ma Wu did not know how many weapons he had broken. www.biquge.info At this moment, he was holding a bending knife in his hand and shouted: "Leather room army, move closer to me, stabilize the formation, counterattack, counterattack!" ”

"Men of Khitan, Xi, and Bohai, have you forgotten the hatred of destroying the country and exterminating the species/"

He ran back and forth on the docks, pulling one scattered soldier after another to his side: "Who are you, who are you, whose soldiers were you before?" ”

"I am Khitan, and I am a soldier of Yelu Dashi."

"It's good, it's good, it's good, the soldiers of Dashi Linya are all heroes."

"Who are you, who were you before?"

"I'm Xiren, Xiao Gan's soldier."

"Okay, well, there are no bad breeds under the king of the four armies. Look at you, look at how you look now, phew, Da Shi Linya and Xiao Gan saw it, and they all blushed for you. Yelu Ma roared loudly: "Come with me, don't lose our Da Liao people!" ”

Being scolded by him, the Khitan soldiers were ashamed, and the strong anger made them turn around and wave their weapons and fight back against the Sizhou army.

At the moment, Yelu Ma swept out a large circle with the bent knife in his hand, forced a group of Song troops away, and cut down a forced sword and shield hand with two swords.

Looking up in the rain of blood, the enemy's Chinese army banner had moved forward. Everywhere there were Song people's shouts of killing: "Great Song, Great Song!" ”

There are also people shouting: "My Sizhou army, the world-"

"First!"

The enemy's Chinese army, the enemy's commander-in-chief, also came, riding on a tall horse with a long knife in his hand. In the dark night, I can't see the face clearly. However, the man is so tall and straight.

This guy's archery skills are so good that he has almost fallen for him several times before. Fortunately, the arm strength of the enemy army master does not seem to be too successful, although it is accurate, but it is not far away, as long as you are careful and vigilant, it is not a big deal.

Hatred welled up in his heart at the thought of the three arrows he had shot at his own guards.

Kill him, and the battle is over.

That's what I've been waiting for.

Yeluma Wu roared and was about to step forward. Suddenly, the same sword and shield hand that he had previously cut to the ground suddenly jumped up from the ground, hugged him covered in blood, and opened his mouth to bite him on the throat.

Jeluma was shocked, and with a force of his body, he shook the enemy away, and with a wave of the knife in his hand, he cut the enemy in two in mid-air.

Blocked by him, the enemy's new group of ironclad soldiers rushed over, and several large axes surrounded him and slashed indiscriminately.

What a Jerumawu, the bent knife in his hand danced into a semicircle, and when a few clicks swung the attacking tomahawk.

Just as he was about to move forward, suddenly, a big knife slashed at his chest.

The handle of his knife was horizontal, and he only felt a heat in his chest, and he took a few steps back before he settled down. Looking closely, a childish young general in front of him was the leader of the enemy's team of ironclad soldiers.

Yelu Ma Wu was repelled by such a little boy, and he was ashamed and angry in his heart. was about to pounce, but his heart suddenly felt empty, and his breath couldn't be connected. It turned out that he had been hit in the helmet with a golden gourd before, and his head was concussed and now he was still a little dizzy, and he fought fiercely for half the night, and his physical strength couldn't keep up.

In the field of battle, the so-called martial arts are completely useless, and it is necessary to kill the enemy first by strength and speed, and there is no room for any false moves. Every time he makes a move, he can't hold back, so he can't stand it.

"The fist is afraid of being less strong, and the ancients will not deceive me!" When encountering this kind of child who is like an iron tower, born with divine power, and is extremely vigorous, he is in trouble as a middle-aged man in his early forties.

"Protect the Metropolitan Prison!" The soldiers of the leather room army suffered a big loss when they saw Yelu Ma Wu's face, and at the same time let out a loud roar, and the regiment protected the main general.

"Great Song, Great Song!"

"Those who carry the back, there is no advance or retreat!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The ironclad warriors of the Song people had red eyes and their bodies to bear the smashing and slashing of the weapons in the hands of the Liao people, and they used the fighting method of exchanging their lives for their lives, and they kept moving forward. Obviously, they also saw Yelu Ma Wu and knew that he was the general of the Liao army.

One after another, the Khitans were cut down by big axes and knocked away by the enemy.

The armor on the Khitan army's body was like paper paste under the heavy axe, and it was split in two, and the ears were full of the crisp sound of metal when the armor cracked.

The Song people's backs, whose whole body was wrapped in armor, were overwhelming.

Yue Yun took the lead

is worthy of being the first wrestler in the army, and when he drops the knife, everyone is broken.

After holding it all night, he was left under the banner of the Chinese army as the general reserve, and Brother Pao Ze in front of him had completely angered this young general. At this time, he attacked, and all the depression in his chest was poured into the knife in his hand, turning into a fierce light, wheel-like spinning death light.

Once entangled in his sword light, everything was cleaved one by one with extreme precision.

In the blink of an eye, the guards of the leather room army in front of him were swept away by the Song people's backs.

Yue Yun killed an enemy, and raised his knife again with a long roar. But I saw that the blade of the long knife was full of chips, and in some places it was curled like a hook, and there were still a few strands of human flesh hanging on it.

But it doesn't matter, and don't change weapons. Under his great power, whether it is a sword, a sword, a sword, or a stick, it will be used as a sledgehammer. Once swept by it, the tendons will break and fracture immediately.

What is a tiger ben, what is a ten-person enemy, this is!

Yelu Mawu could see that the soldier of the Leather Room Army who was killed by the young general of the Song Army just now was a famous wrestler in the army, using a thirty-pound stick, wearing two layers of heavy armor and still flying like an arrow.

But just now, when the enemy slashed at him, he was holding it with a stick, but his body shook and he stumbled, and his hand was obviously weak.

Because of this fatal mistake, his chest was instantly torn open by the enemy with a dull broadsword.

He had no strength left.

Yes, the attrition of such a high-intensity battle is simply too great. Not only Yelu Wuma, but the others were also crooked, opening their mouths wide and gasping. Maybe the next moment, my Khitan boy won't be able to hold on.

The casualties were so great that the sacrifices had exceeded twenty percent, and the army was driven down the hillside step by step by the Song people, to the docks, and now to the ships.

The troops, in complete confusion, are going to lose.

With this thought, Yelu's heart was depressed, and the strength in his body passed faster.

The drums of the Song army were still ringing, and under the banner of their Chinese army, the enemy's commander drew his bow again, shot forward with a "swish", accurately found the Khitan soldiers in the crowd, and shouted: "Grab the ship, grab the ship!" ”

"Grab the ship, grab the ship!" Black-pressed enemies surged from afar, stirring snowflakes and scrambling onto the gangplank, raining torches onto the deck.

In the impact of hundreds of people, the huge warship seemed to be trembling in the monstrous waves.

The Khitan soldiers stood on the deck, screaming meaninglessly and frantically smashing their weapons forward.

The figure of "plopping plop" kept falling into the water like pebbles, and I didn't know if it was the Song army or the Khitans. The people who fell into the water were wearing thick armor, and once they fell into this cold river, how could they float.

Is this still a cowardly Song people, and what kind of enemies do I encounter?

"Crazy, crazy!" This thought flashed through the hearts of all the Khitans, and they had been shocked by the enemy's fearless momentum.

"Eunuch, eunuch, let's go!" Several regiments of guards took care of the already sluggish Jeruma Wu and surrounded him to get on board.

"No, no, no, Song Gou is already at the end of the crossbow, hold on, do it again!" was beaten so embarrassed, this is the first time since the destruction of the Great Liao. In a trance, Yelu Mawu returned to the day when Yanjing fell, and my Great Liao Army was also so miserable. The intense humiliation made his eyes red: "Cheer up, do it again, archers, archers, shoot your feet!" ”

Hearing his order, the Khitan soldiers on the ship drew their bows and shot their arrows down like raindrops.

……

It was an eye-opener.

Wang Shen looked at the enemy ship in front of him.

It was the first time he had seen so many kinds of classical bows, including hemp back bows, white birch bows, black lacquer bows, and white birch bows. There are compound recurve bows, and there are also infantry longbows that are rare in East Asian theaters.

The bow system is different, the bow power is different, the range is also different, and even the sound of the feather arrow breaking through the air is also varied.

The enemy began to shoot, and the crossbowmen of the Sizhou army behind refused to show weakness, and raised their divine arm bows to shoot at the Liao.

For a time, the air was full of flying arrows, buzzing and chirping, like a large group of mosquitoes flying.

The soldiers who rushed to the front on both sides were all shot with arrows, and as long as they did not die, they all rushed forward with red eyes.

Now that the battle has been fought, everyone is running out of strength. It's like two blue wolves that have been covered in bruises, even if they are dying, they still open their mouths wide and bite their opponents.

Now it's up to who can hold on, and victory belongs to those who hold on to the last breath.

After shooting a few arrows, Wang Shen's hands also softened, and he only straightened up and sat on his horse, loudly boosting his morale.

Although today's casualties are heavy, the troops have still survived until now after being reduced by one to two percent, which can be regarded as a first-class strong army in the cold weapon war.

An iron army must be tempered in blood and fire.

At this moment, my Sizhou army has finally been truly trained.

There is no suspense about winning the victory.

For a moment, Wang Shen had the illusion that even if there was a high mountain in front of him, as long as there were a thousand warriors, he could smash it to pieces.

"Yue Yingxiang, take down the head of the enemy general!"

The sound reverberated throughout the battlefield, and in the gale, the mast of a warship on fire fell with a thud, sweeping down the river with a string of soldiers who were entangled on the gangplank.

Gale winds, turbid waves emptiness, and red sparks flutter between heaven and earth.

"Yes!" Yue Yun had already thrown away the long knife in his hand and replaced it with a bone and a short axe, and rushed towards Yelu Ma Wu like a whirlwind.

He was the commander of the Warriors, and since he entered the battlefield, he rushed to the front, making him the enemy's first target.

He already had six or seven arrows hanging from his body, and his face was all red.

Suddenly, a knife swept across his breastplate.

The knife broke.

A long crack immediately appeared in Yue Yun's armor, and the armor also drooped.

It was Yelu Ma Wu who did it, although Yue Yun was wearing two layers of heavy armor, but with his strength, if he had been able to directly cut the body of this young general of the Song Army before.

Now it's just a matter of cutting through a layer of his armor.

Moreover, because his arm was sore, the method of making force was wrong, and he broke the big knife, not to mention, the tiger's mouth was also cracked.

"Old, old." Yeruma sighed in his heart, and a deep sense of powerlessness arose.

However, the little general of the Song people was finally cut to the point where he couldn't stand steadily, took a step back, and sat down.

The guards behind Yeruma immediately rushed up, but in an instant, it was as if they had been bounced back by a cat with its tail stepped on.

The young Song general jumped up again, and the short axe in his left hand and the bone in his right hand danced into a cloud of black light.

At this moment, he didn't know how many knife robberies he had hit, but he didn't realize it. The axe slashed forward, and the severed arm of a Khitan soldier flew into the air; The bones smashed down, and someone's iron helmet exploded, and the fragments scattered in all directions with white brains.

"Come here, come here, come here!" The Song general's eyes were already red, and he looked at Yelu Ma Wu viciously, and shouted with all his strength: "Do you dare to fight? ”