Wang Yuan stared at Han Shizhong, and only after a while did he say with relief: "I know that in this battle, non-good ministers can't win!" The friends around him lowered their heads in shame. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 There are some highly conscious people, and they hurriedly said, "The last general is also willing to receive his life!" ”

But Wang Yuan's words were sincere, and he didn't mean to blame the other leaders. However, based on his understanding of the battlefield and the grasp of the troops, he really believed that only Han Shizhong could handle this glorious and arduous task. However, the team of 100 people really couldn't handle it, and if they wanted to stab the tiger's buttocks, they had to at least make the stick thicker. With grassroots, can tigers feel it?

Therefore, Wang Yuan still decided to draw fifty people from each of the other elite teams and hand them over to Han Shizhong to complete the task of the death squad. A total of 400 people were drawn, plus Han Shizhong's men, a total of 500.

The requirements for these 500 men were simple: they could be obedient, they could ride horses, and they could run fast.

Han Shizhong happily told Ning Ze the good news, and he thought that the good brother would definitely be proud and proud of him. Ning Ze looked at him blankly for a long time: "Are you sick?" ”

"No?"

"Then why don't the other battalions say anything, you jump out and be a hero?" Ning Ze jumped up and scolded.

"Isn't it that you have been talking about helping me make meritorious contributions, and the credit for this battle is not small, what's wrong with you?" Han Shizhong looked at him in amazement.

Ning Ze said frantically: "That has to be when I'm not there, why am I with you now, do I also want to die together?" ”

Han Shizhong smiled faintly: "Where is it?" Come, give me your soft armor. ”

Ning Ze didn't know what he was going to do, so he took off the soft armor and handed it to him. Han Shizhong took the soft armor and spread it flat on the couch: "Look." He pulled out his waist knife from the ground, and slashed down on the armor with the knife in his hand, only to hear a muffled sound on the ground. Han Shizhong lifted the soft armor: "Look at it, look at it again." He pointed to the couch. Ning Ze looked towards the couch and saw that the place he had just chopped was intact, and there was hardly a trace on the mattress. Looking at the soft armor again, it is even more unharmed.

Han Shizhong's strength Ning Ze knew, he was really surprised at this time, damn it, he thought it was just a useless guy like an honorary certificate, who knew that it was actually an invulnerable baby!

"With this, you're afraid of getting hurt?" Han Shizhong smiled faintly and said: "Don't worry, this time I will take the lead, I will only put you last, you will press the formation when you go, and you will take the lead when you run, how about it, it's okay?" ”

"Roar, a little more comfortable!" Ning Ze smiled innocently.

When the day was about to dawn, outside the camp tent on the shore of the dock, the fire was bright, and it was red and bright for half the day. This time, Han Shizhong was really walking in front of him in full armor, and on his left was Ning Ze, who was also fully armed.

This is the first time Ning Ze has worn armor, really, very uncomfortable. Think about it, it's only February, it's still the cold time of spring, and no one can get better than a cold iron armor. What's more, this thing is so heavy, it is said that the net weight of each piece of armor in the armor is four taels, and the net weight of a mountain armor is more than eight catties! And what kind of scarf, and shawl, and arm guards, and armor belts, and wat bands, and robes...... If you count all the people below the waist, the whole should be more than fifty pounds.

So he doesn't want to fight, just wearing this is enough. Fortunately, Han Shizhong said that he was charging when he went this time, and he had to rush back when he was finished, and he was too heavy to estimate the speed, so it was better to save some money. So the belt below was dispensed with, and the upper body only used a hood, a shawl, an arm guard and a mountain armor, so that it was half lighter, that is, about twenty-five or six pounds.

"Well, when you wear this, you really have the taste of a white-robed young general!" Han Shizhong couldn't help but praise him when he saw him put on his armor. This kid looks good, and he looks good in this. Although he didn't know what a model was, he vaguely felt in his mind that it would be much better if the soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty were like Ning Ze.

Ning Ze was not only proud, but also admired Han Shizhong's majesty and majesty, the style of the people, especially the eyes like electricity, the deep and open eyebrows, the sharp edges and corners of the knife, plus the dark and healthy clothes, there is no one!

The two of them admired each other and walked to the point platform, five hundred soldiers with cold light, holding a simple knife in one hand, pressing the quiver in the other, and carrying a longbow diagonally on their backs, and beside each of them stood a war horse that was also fully clothed, with an awe-inspiring expression in the cold wind, standing upright in line.

Han Shizhong didn't know much about mobilization work, but he glanced at it coldly, and after feeling satisfied, he puffed up his breath and shouted: "Sons, today we will go forward to fight for the forward, we must listen to my orders, and there must be no mistake in prohibiting the departure." If you disobey the military order, you will be killed, do you hear clearly? ”

"Yes!" Suddenly agreed.

Han Shizhong nodded with satisfaction and shouted in a deep voice: "Get on the horse." ”

There was a neat clash of iron, and all five hundred soldiers mounted their horses. Han Shizhong's legs were clamped, and the green-maned horse under his crotch calmly took the lead.

Ning Ze rode Xiaobai and stood quietly in place, waiting for all the troops to turn around before he slowly followed. This is said to be good, when he charged, he pressed the back of the palace, and when Han Shizhong was about to retreat, he became the leader again. Hehe, it's really a leader. Ning Ze smiled ashamedly, everyone else was equipped with a bow and arrow, but he was the only one with a waist knife hanging from his waist. It's not that he won't give it to him, it's that he won't use it if he gives it, and it's still in the way, and it's very dangerous.

The team trotted back to the edge of the salt pond at an unhurried pace, and at this time, Fang Qifo's two-way army had begun to assemble. Han Shizhong grasped the route very well, only approaching from the side, and a small hill with one blocked Fang Qifo's view. At this time, he didn't have time to send scouts to observe the enemy's situation, so he gave Han Shizhong a good opportunity to get closer.

About four or five miles away from the enemy, Han Shizhong raised his right hand high, and the whole army stopped advancing, waiting for his order. He sent Wang Santai, who had almost interrupted Wang Liujin's life, to come forward to investigate the enemy's situation. Before they rushed out of twenty or thirty feet, a figure had already appeared on the on-hand hill, and the other party also saw them.

"Woo-" The sound of the horn sounded. The scouts of the Seven Buddhas raised the alarm.

Han Shizhong lifted the Pu knife inserted in the side of the horse's front leg and shouted: "Kill!" "The leader crossed the hill with lightning speed and launched a charge towards the army of Fangla on the edge of the salt pond.

Then 500 people shouted in unison, "Kill!" Ning Ze's ears were stunned for a while, and he couldn't care about anything, so he pulled out his waist knife, followed behind the team, and as soon as he lifted the reins, Xiaobai also rushed out like an arrow from the string.

Beyond the hillock, what appeared in front of Ning Ze's eyes was an endless, dense black dot, and the sun had slowly risen behind them, sprinkling on the Fang Qi Buddha troops, shining with a glittering light.

Almost before he had time to react, Han Shizhong immediately crossed the knife, skillfully pulled the hard bow on his back, bent the bow and set the arrow, and with a whoosh, the arrow went off the string. Then there was a commotion, and I don't know which unlucky one was nailed to the ground by him.

Five hundred people followed suit, all bending their bows and arrows, and raining down on the army of the Seven Buddhas.