The arm that drew the bow was sore, and the power of the feather arrows shot out was even less sufficient, and the last row of Yang Ling's personal guards were full of feather arrows in the cracks, but they just didn't fall, and they always maintained this last array.

Seeing that this platoon can be shot down, you can face Yang Ling, the commander of the Southern Army who stands with a spear and a flag, but this step is close to the end of the world, Yang Ling's side, standing full of crossbowmen, they are the best protected, at this time, many people scattered the feather arrows in the bag are also shot empty, and the two sides are close to the end of the strong crossbow.

However, the row of guards in front of Yang Ling resisted the opponent's feather arrows, and each row of crossbowmen's throws were harvested in the array of the new annexed army, and the array that was forced over became more and more sparse.

It belongs to the horizontal wave, but now it has far exceeded the limit, the formation that has been forced over has begun to loosen, and the sound of crying and screaming seems to have suddenly increased by another level, covering all the sounds on the battlefield, and some Jurchen armor soldiers have dropped their bows and desperately slashed and slashed to maintain the array, but they can no longer maintain it!

Looking at the other side loosening, Yang Ling did not relax half of his nerves, he knew that now his circle formation was also the end of the strong crossbow, the guerrillas outside the circle array, the foot soldiers behind the circle array, constantly moved to the front of the enemy to fill the position, and then kept being shot down.

Relying on these lives, the time has only dragged on little by little, and now under his feet, it is already full of wounded soldiers, and later, some of the wounded and dead can not be snatched down, so they struggle where they fell**.

With only their own guards in front of them, blocked there like a wall, how long can they hold on? When the Jurchen armor warriors got on their horses and stormed. Will you be able to survive the fierce battle?

At this moment, Yang Ling only felt that there was silence around him, and even the picture in front of him had lost its color, Lao Tzu couldn't die here! Even such a vanguard of the Jurchen southward movement can't be leveled, and what do you say about redeeming this day in the future?

Yang Ling has looked north countless times. But there was still no movement to hear the arrival of reinforcements, and the fire in the north grew bigger and bigger, and in the end it was simply a candle sky.

No one knows what happened to Han Shizhong, and when will the reinforcements arrive! One of the guards in the queue in front of him suddenly collapsed with a muffled voice.

The guard was almost in front of Yang Ling, and as soon as he knelt down, Yang Ling could clearly see that the new army array on the opposite side, which was oppressed by the Jurchen armor soldiers, had scattered and ran, and the ground was full of corpses and wounded soldiers who were struggling and crying on the ground.

Many of those Jurchen armorers had already lost their bows. Chasing the fugitives is slashing and killing, but there is no longer any effect, both sides shoot each other, and they have fought out two or three hundred casualties, and the elite troops at this time are all about to collapse, not to mention that these new annexes are their own people.

Because the coach did not move, and there was an expectation of reinforcements, it was supported until now. And those new annexed troops, on what basis did Chiang continue to hold on?

All the colors and sounds on the battlefield. At this moment, it was all back to Yang Ling's feelings, the sound of shouting and screaming was simply rushing to envelop him, and under the light of the fire, the ground was full of purple and black blood flowing from oil, coating this small camp.

Tang Huai shouted in his ear: "General Xiao Yang." I'll go up and take care of myself! And in his own sight, Pharmacist Guo and the young noble Jurchen just looked at him with extremely resentful eyes, and both sides looked at each other. collided in the air, splashing the sky full of murderous aura.

The Jurchen nobleman had already raised his hand, and he was about to turn over and get on the horse with the guards around him, just because the last barrier in front of him seemed to be about to collapse! Yang Ling violently grabbed Tang Huai, who had been playing out from his side, raised his spear flat, and strode forward, about to personally fill the gap of the fallen guards, those guards were already struggling to support, and used their bodies as a barrier in front of Yang Ling under the rain of arrows.

"General Xiao Yang, we can't hold it anymore, you go quickly!"

But what they saw was that Yang Ling strode forward, wanting to form an array side by side with them, Yang Ling gritted his teeth and shouted: "The people who lie down climb in by themselves, and after the battle, they will take care of you!" The Tartar tricks are also over, and they can't afford to spend it, so it's nothing more than a hard fight below, to see if we collapse first, or if the reinforcements arrive first! Since Yang was in the battle formation, he has not had a time when he turned his back to his subordinates! ”

The guard who fell to the ground heard Yang Ling's shout, the guard was from the Jingyuan Army, gritted his teeth and stood up and shouted: "The Great Song Dynasty Military Law, the main general will not retreat and the army will retreat, and the whole team will be killed!" Brothers, let's see who holds up the shoes and us! Xiao Yang will be the master of Wenchen like this, we will wait for the warriors, and we cannot be left behind! ”

As soon as his body shook, he was already standing in the queue, and the robe next to him patted him on the shoulder affectionately, and everyone still couldn't help but turn around, but there was no anxiety in their eyes, but they said loudly to Yang Ling: "Little Yang General, you go down!" If the boss doesn't retreat, we will naturally be here, as Tartars! ”

Tang Huai rushed over and pulled Yang Ling behind, Yang Ling turned his head, and saw Tang Huai's little white face had been twisted hideously, and yelled at himself unceremoniously: "Every time the boss has to turn sideways in the middle of the battle, what do you want us to do to kill Han?" This time, we don't need Xiao Yang to take care of it, Xiao Yang will be the master, you retreat behind me, the Tartar can't come! ”

gave his own guards such an unceremonious spittle, and Yang Lingjue, who was used to standing among his soldiers, worked hard together, and used his performance of risking his life to stabilize the morale of the army, and boosted morale.

I am used to doing something, and I suddenly don't have to do it, I feel really a little lost, still in the fight of life and death, Yang Ling actually has this leisure fake model and sighs.

I don't know why, the tension suddenly left him like this, since the time of this era, every time there is a war, Yang Ling has to take his life to Bo, and use his own actions to drive the whole army, for no other reason, his identity is too embarrassing.

The ones under their own command are often the elite of the Great Song Dynasty, and they don't have to fight for their lives, how can they lead them! When will his prestige be quietly erected, and he no longer has to gamble with his subordinates with his life, and these athletes will already be able to stand still and die to the end?

It wasn't until this moment that Yang Ling felt that he was already a real army commander! (To be continued......)