"Kill. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Gao Meng's pale face turned brown and red because of excitement, and his hoarse voice let out a tiger roar, as if to scare the Mongolian Han army in front of him back, and as if to arouse the last trace of strength in his heart.

A 38-pound big knife in his hand is mighty, this big knife has followed him for more than 30 years, today, is it your burial place?

"Poof", the big knife swept past, and the Tartar in front of him didn't have time to retreat, and was cut off by the waist.

However, Gao Meng's right hand holding the big knife shook from this, and anyone could see that Gao Meng was exhausted at this time, don't forget, he was over fifty years old, and he had lived in seclusion in his hometown for more than ten years, and his martial arts were a little rusty after all, and his strength was not as good as before.

"Kill." Wen Zhongmo clenched the right hand of the spear, the green tendons were exposed, but he trembled slightly, remembering that his father had invited a martial artist to teach him martial arts when he was a child, and he had practiced hard for twenty years, was it for today, was it for today's martyrdom?

There were more and more tartars in front of me, as if they couldn't be killed, and the wooden wall had become a tattered cloth to cover the ugly.

With a "bell", the spear touched the saber of the Tartar, making a soft sound, Wen Zhongmo was young after all, his strength was not strong, the tiger's mouth was numb for a while, and the spear in his hand almost fell to the ground.

"Kill," the masked woman Ashima tightly protected Zhang Niangzi, only to see that she was vigorous and agile, but the long sword in her hand was vigorous and resolute, the masked woman Ashima practiced martial arts since childhood, but the martial arts of the Hu people are different from those of the Central Plains, and the Hu people are impatient, often a few straight moves, simple and practical.

The Mongolian Han army in front of him bullied Ashima is a female generation, and wanted to use his strength to shake back the long sword in Ashima's hand, but Ashima used the strength of the other party to cut the head of the Mongolian Han army.

"Ah", Zhang Niangzi couldn't help but scream in panic, only to see that the long sword had cut off the head of the Mongolian Han army in a flash, and Zhang Niangzi even saw that the other party's eyes were still a little puzzled, probably not believing that Ashima, a woman, had cut off her head so lightly.

"Kill", Shi Ji shouted, as more and more Mongolian soldiers crossed the wooden wall, the advantage in the wooden wall has been reversed, the Song soldiers are mostly untrained village soldiers, and it doesn't take much effort to kill, but there are more than 100 people who are obviously the elite of the Song army, and the desperate resistance will not make the situation undoable.

Shi Ji was able to kill, and the strength in his hands became more and more sufficient, and he could even imagine that the countless heads and towers made of them seemed to be laughing at the cowardly Han people, and the Han women who kept screaming under their bodies would be their last pleasure.

However, what made Shi Ji feel unhappy was that the young player in front of him, who was still a little childish, actually tied with him, which was unacceptable to Shi Ji.

With a "bell", the saber slashed at the young general's spear again, as the saying goes, an inch is short and an inch is dangerous, Shi Ji pressed tightly on the young general in front of him, so that he couldn't pull the spear out of it.

Shi Ji watched the other party grit his teeth, his right hand trembled slightly, knowing that the other party's tiger mouth had been injured, but seeing that the young general still dared to touch the knife with him, he couldn't help but cheer for the other party's courage.

"Kill," Wen Zhongmo at this time had only one thought in his mind.

Suddenly, with an "ah", a crisp cry sounded on the battlefield, is it Mrs. Zhang? The tall and fierce broadsword swung forward to force back the Mongolian Han army in front of him, staggered back a few steps, and saw Zhang Niangzi holding a long knife tightly in his hand, the long knife was stained with blood, and in front of him, it was a Mongolian veteran with white hair.

However, this Mongolian veteran wanted to attack Ashima from behind, but was saved by Zhang Niangzi, who was powerless.

"Tang Lin." The tall and fierce sword was like a white refining, dancing a knife shadow in front of him, protecting Zhang Niangzi, and said loudly: "Set fire, set fire to Lao Tzu." ”

With a "boom", like a trick, the wooden wall burst into flames in an instant. The wooden wall, stained with fire oil, soon turned into a wall of fire, and in this way the Mongol army was divided in half.

Although there were many Mongol troops who entered the wooden wall, they were startled by the rapidly burning wall of fire. Shi Ji said loudly: "Brothers, knock through the wooden wall with logs, there are not many Song soldiers left. ”

There were indeed not many Song soldiers, but when the township soldiers saw that most of the Mongolian army was blocked out, their courage suddenly rose wildly, and even Gao Meng and others, who were exhausted, were aroused a little courage.

"Bang", the log slammed into the burning wooden wall, the wooden wall shook, and the sparks flew everywhere.

"Kill." Gao Meng protected Zhang Niangzi behind him and shouted loudly, but he was old, and after such a long battle, his strength was already insufficient.

The fire on the wooden wall, I don't know how much time it can stop, Gao Meng lowered his voice, and said: "Zhang Niangzi, you go back quickly, let Master Li evacuate the people, just say that my boss Gao has done his best." ”

Zhang Niangzi shook her head, but suddenly threw down the bloodstained knife in her hand and ran towards the valley, obviously she also saw the current situation clearly.

"Kill, kill, kill." Gao Meng looked up to the sky and laughed, laughing a little miserably.

"Kill, kill, kill." Wen Zhongmo frantically moved the spear in his hand, ignoring Shi Ji's big knife, just to hurt Shi Ji.

Shi Ji frowned and took a few steps back, although the fire on the wooden wall was temporarily cut off and separated from the two sides, the wooden wall burned very quickly, even if there was no manpower to help, it would be burned out quickly.

Suddenly, Shi Ji looked at the south suspiciously. A voice that was both familiar and unfamiliar came faintly.

"Cavalry, it's cavalry." Ashima suddenly shouted, Sanduozhai has been trading with the Great Song Dynasty for a long time, Ashima is very familiar with war horses, and from the voice, it can be heard that this is the war horse of Tubo.

"It's the Tibetan war horse, it's our cavalry." Ashima completely ignored the Mongolian soldiers in front of him and shouted loudly.

It turned out that the struggling village soldiers suddenly became crazy, and even Gao Meng, who had always been steady, trembled faintly, but he didn't know whether he was tired and shivering or trembling with joy.

"Charge." Zhu Wenwu looked at the wall of fire, although he breathed a sigh of relief, but the murderous aura that was puffed up became stronger and stronger: "Charge, kill all the Tartars, kill all the Tartars." ”

"Lord Golmud, Lord Liu commands to break the city as soon as possible." Liu Xing found Golmud as soon as possible.

At this time, Golmud was feeling depressed about fleeing without a fight just now, and seeing that Liu Xing was a little domineering when he spoke, he couldn't help but say angrily: "Lord Liu, don't you see that the last general is doing his best?" ”

Liu Xing didn't dare to offend Golmud, you must know that Golmud is the nephew of Coach Ulihan, and the reason why he was in a hurry just now was not to make fun of Golmud, so he hurriedly said: "Lord Golmud has done his best." ”

It's okay that Liu Xing doesn't speak, but when he says this, Golmud really wants to kill him, what does this mean? Can't Lao Tzu capture this small ancient castle?

Liu Xing was not a bastard either, knowing that he had said the wrong thing, he hurriedly said, "Lord Golmud, please wait a moment, and go to capture the ancient castle on the horse." ”

"Liu Wuzi," Liu Xing is Liu Rong's fifth son, Golmud said angrily: "You have repeatedly teased the general, what is An's intention?" ”

Liu Xing sighed mildew, he finally went out with his father, but he didn't expect to cause so much trouble to his father, so he didn't dare to speak, so he hurriedly surrendered his hand and said, "Lord Golmud, please don't be angry, please allow you to capture the ancient castle in the next place." ”

"Hmph". Golmud said angrily: "Please also ask Lord Liu to watch from the wall, even if Lao Tzu loses his life, you don't need to save Liu Wuzi." ”

Liu Xing had no choice but to apologize again and again, and Golmud rushed away angrily.