Xiao Li, who retreated into the city, knew that if he refused the surrender of the Song army this time, he would inevitably be attacked by the Song army, so in order to deal with the next fierce battle, Xiao Lili ordered his sergeants to pay attention to the Song army's actions at all times.

And the only thing he has on his mind now is to wait for his country's reinforcements to arrive as soon as possible, otherwise with his less than 100,000 troops, how can he deal with the nearly 400,000 troops outside the city.

While Xiao Hu was anxiously waiting, the Western Liao Imperial Court had actually requisitioned an army of 100,000, which was being led by the general Xiao Moyu himself.

It was not easy to recruit and deploy these 100,000 troops in a timely manner, and the strength of Western Liao was extremely insufficient, except for the large army that was firmly guarding the borders of various places, there were only a handful of troops that could be mobilized and deployed.

Now it is necessary to gather an army of 100,000 in a short period of time, and even the Great Song Dynasty, which has a large population, may not be easy to do.

Therefore, this 100,000 army, in addition to being patchwork, its main force is still composed of the pro-army who is sticking to the national capital [Hu Si Lu Duo], so they made up a 100,000 army and began to march to the battlefield.

The main reason why the Empress of Western Liao [Yelupu Suwan] and the Manchu Dynasty civil and military forces were so desperate to recruit troops to help was the importance of Shangjing to the Khitan people.

When Xiao Moyu led an army of 100,000 people and marched eastward across the grassland, he encountered the arrival of death around the Wangji River on the grassland.

Under the blue sky, on the bank of the Wangji River, when Xiao Moyu led the army to prepare to cross the river, there was a sudden burst of thunder in the distance, and the earth trembled inexplicably.

The river floats gracefully......

Streamer**......

Rolling thunder rumbled, approaching not hurriedly, but heavy.

It's getting closer!

"This is ......" Everyone looked to the south, and saw an army like a black cloud under the moonlight in the distance, sweeping towards here.

"Song Jun! That's Song Jun! ”

"Impossible, Song Jun shouldn't ...... Yes...... That's ......" One of the lieutenants was about to deny, but saw a flag hunting in the 10,000-horse army.

On the battle flag next to the black wolf's tooth, there is a fiery red flame, the flame is as dead as a fire and like a red lotus, and on the fiery red flag, there is a golden word 'war' embroidered!

"General, that's the Devil Legion of the Song Kingdom!"

"General! …… We ......"

"General! ……”

A military flag has already caused the 100,000 Liao troops on the banks of the Wangji River to mess up, it is an invisible pressure, and it is a legendary nightmare that cannot be looked back.

"Bastard! Panic what! Is the army of 100,000 still afraid of the 30,000? As a warrior of my Great Liao, how can I retreat without fighting first, and if there are any more people who incite the army, they will be punished by military law! ”

Xiao Moyu's scolding stopped everyone's discussion, but in the face of the approaching black clouds, they all looked frightened and had cold hands and feet.

Black Battle Flag!

Knight of Black Armor!

Dark Kill!

Every word is a curse that pulls people into the abyss, and the prestige of the Zhanyun Iron Rider has long been taboo in the northwest.

Because they were the devil army that slaughtered 200,000 Western Xia outside Chengdu, and they were the executioners who slaughtered 100,000 Jin troops and tens of thousands of Liao troops.

As the distance got closer, I could see clearly the hideous devil mask under the iron helmet, as well as the Senhan scimitar that deboned and shredded people's corpses!

The terrifying iron horseman, the invincible hurricane that swept across the northwest has long disappeared from the battlefield, why did it suddenly appear here today!?

Xiao Moyu naturally knew the combat power of this iron horse, but now at this time, there was the Wangji River that had not been crossed before, and now there was this iron horse following behind.

There are only two ways in front of us, one is to fight hard, and the other is to retreat immediately.

Every sound of horses' hooves shook the hearts of 100,000 Liao soldiers, and made Xiao Moyu's face pale.

The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, and the resonant momentum generated by the sound of the neat horse's hooves directly completely crushed the last line of defense in his heart.

"The pass will order, withdraw!" Facing the devil who was about to pounce, Xiao Moyu finally chose to back down.

can't afford to fight, can't Lao Tzu still hide?

This is Xiao Moyu's true thoughts, and the rest of the people are also conveying military orders as if they have been amnestied.

However, the retreating trombone did not sound twice before it was silent, because it was drowned in a rain of arrows, and the metal-wrapped arrows crossed a long distance and fell directly into the Liao army's formation!

The trumpeter, along with his horse, was so completely encased in arrows that he could not fall blindly!

The fact that such a long distance can still inflict damage only accelerates the fear of the retreat of the army, and these patchwork Liao troops have already collapsed after only a rain of arrows.

However, the thick and flying hooves of the horse beat against the dry earth, oppressing it into a hoarse and primitive bloodthirstiness......

Just as the army was panicking, the advancing Zhanyun Iron Cavalry obviously increased its speed and surrounded the scattered Khitans in a crescent moon shape.

They were so fast that they swept like the wind, splashing the sky with blood.

There was no earth-shattering cry, only a fierce look bursting from behind the cold mask.

The deafening is because the galloping war cloud ride of thousands of horses is like a melody, which resonates with the whole earthquake;

Quietly, because at the moment of hand-to-hand combat, all the shouts and unwillingness were still under the gorgeous blade;

Just the moment of hand-to-hand contact, there was already blood splattering, stumps and broken arms thrown away, mixed with blood, surging on the green grassland!

And all this appeared in only an instant, which seemed to be speechless, but it had to make people frightened!

In an instant, those who originally wanted to resist ended up with no bones left; I wanted to escape, but in the end, I lost my life on my horse!

Xiao Moyu looked at the scene in front of him, he was so stunned that he forgot to command, because this was the most brutal killing he had ever seen.

The place that was originally densely packed with people suddenly turned into an open space, and the grassland stained red with bright red blood on the ground proves that there were people here!

And those broken bones have effectively become the most valuable fertilizer on the grassland!

These disgusting scenes not only proved the death of the Liao army, but also made everyone understand a fact: as soon as the war clouds came out, the world was shocked; Caused by the blade, no life remains!

Xiao Moyu used to only hear of his name, but now when he saw this scene, he finally understood the true meaning of these fourteen words.

Once the sword that is like a bony and flesh-cutting knife is wielded, it is like a murderous demon with the breath of death, and the fierce murderous aura and indestructible power make everyone shocked!

"The Devil...... You are the devil......"

Burst!

Before Xiao Moyu, who was crazy, finished speaking, he saw a cold light flash in front of him, and then the whole head was cut off.

"We surrendered, we were loyal to the Great Song Dynasty......"

"We surrender, we surrender!"

“……”

One by one, the Liao soldiers dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground praying for survival, and kept kowtowing to this devilish army.

And the Zhanyun cavalry really stopped the slaughter in their hands, and looked at the one who was the leader.

The person at the head took off his mask, and it was the lone wolf in charge of the internal guard.

There was murder under the cold eyes, and then he said six words coldly: "Fill in this Wangji River!" ”