As a young man, Xiao Xuan was lucky enough to leave a life, and was driven east by the Jurchen Tartars, and for several days along the way, he struggled for his life under the leather whip and butcher knife every day, and only ate some black cakes thrown into the crowd every day. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Every time they fight for what pigs didn't eat before, they will leave more than a dozen lives, all the way east, the corpses look at each other on the way, escort these people Jurchen Tartars, kill people at every turn, and every day those who are lucky enough to be alive feel that they are struggling on the road to hell with no end in sight.

What am I still alive for? What is the meaning of my life like this? Why don't you let these Jurchen Tartars hack themselves to death with a single knife so that they can be reunited with their family?

Every day, when Xiao Xuan was a little sober, he was asking himself this question repeatedly, but there was always something that made this scholar scribe who was useless except for reading exams grit his teeth and continue to fight for his life, and then he and the surviving people of Yu Tu filled in the sea of corpses and blood under Yifang City today!

Before Xiao Xuan, there were already teams of civilians, who were filled into the battlefield in the merciless slaughter and drive of the Jurchens, crying and falling down in rows in the rain of arrows, filling in and ditching with soil sacs and their own corpses, and piling up blood-colored earth mountains under the city.

Han'er's life, in this Hu dominated battlefield is as low as ants, and in the end it was Xiao Xuan's turn to fill in the battlefield, the Jurchen Tartars didn't even do it themselves, their pale heads followed the tail of the team menacingly, and without saying anything, they swung their knives to slaughter the people at the tail of the team, and the people standing in front finally reacted, screaming and rushing to the city!

I don't know how many people cried and shouted: "We are the people of the Great Song Dynasty!" Let's just throw three bags of soil! ”

On the low Yifang city wall in the smoke and dust, just round after round of arrow rain flew out, falling on the people of the Han family, splashing countless blood flowers, when stumbling under the city wall, the soles of the feet were all soft corpses, and when everyone fell, they all opened their eyes wide, and they didn't bat at death, as if they were waiting for something.

Everything around him turned into a blood-red color, Xiao Xuan just gasped and struggled forward, the soil bag wrapped in a tattered robe seemed to be as heavy as a mountain on his shoulders, and every breath was a hot pain in his lungs.

Countless feathered arrows swept over his head and around him, but they always let him go by mistake, and someone around Xiao Xuan couldn't help but scream and fall. Why am I still alive? Why am I not dead yet? What am I waiting for? What is the subtle words in the book of saints to deal with such a hell?

Who can tear through such blood? Someone in the back was hit by an arrow and fell heavily on Xiao Xuan, he fell to the ground, struggled to get up, continued to stagger forward, crossed the trench with both hands and feet, and finally saw the Yifang city wall wrapped in smoke and blood!

On the city wall, a sergeant and a strong figure popped out at the battlement, and from the crossbow machine and the bow in their hands, round after round of arrows rained, but Xiao Xuan didn't hate them at all. Because on the faces of these people in the city, Xiao Xuan clearly saw that tears had already filled the faces!

Everyone gritted their teeth, and everyone's hateful eyes were cast on the Jurchen military formation behind the people! At this moment, Xiao Xuan only hated that from the Lan army to Yifang, there were so many military passes, so many cities, why was there no one, including himself, like the people in Yifang City, standing in front of the Jurchen Tartar army and fighting them to the death!

Suddenly, there was a bang, and the rain of arrows in the city suddenly stopped at this moment, and those soldiers and soldiers and people were strong, and they all opened their voices and shouted: "Get out of the way!" Get out of the way! ”

The people who rushed to the city wall were stunned at this time, standing still in a daze, still carrying soil bags on their backs, and at this time, the south gate of Yifang had been opened inward heavily!

A horse took the lead, wearing a straight armor, the helmet was blood-red, and the iron face was hideous, this armorer, the horse's hooves splashed the blood-soaked soil, and the horse's lance pointed forward, straight to the direction of the Yinkeshu in the distance!

More horses' hooves thundered, and as everyone watched, more knights in armor poured out of the gates, and they were silent and silent. Everyone has a long sword in their hands, like a pioneer armor, firmly pointing forward!

In front of these armor soldiers, more people are being driven into battle by the Jurchen Tartars at the same time, and the Jurchen Tartars and Zahu arrays standing on both sides are already moving to both sides, giving way to the passage, and from here to the place where Yinkeshu is, it is the time of emptiness.

Amid the roaring hooves of horses, a roar erupted from the city wall: "Kill the Tartars!" ”

Kill the Tartars?

Kill the Tartars......

Kill the Tartars!

Xiao Xuan, who was in a daze, seemed to wake up from this nightmare, and watched those armor soldiers who had raised the speed of their horses to the highest from the beginning, rushed forward without hesitation, and poured out of the city gate, but only two or three hundred horses, and in front of them, even if the array was a little disintegrated and chaotic, the Jurchen Tartars and Zahu military horses were not thousands?

But the spears and horses of these armor soldiers are always pointing forward! What is this life struggling for now? It's revenge, it's just revenge......

As long as there are people, they can lead us to revenge!

A sentence read in the book, lightning generally appears in the chest, and the ninth generation can still take revenge? Although it is a hundred generations!

Xiao Xuan laughed miserably, dropped the soil bag, stretched out his hand and touched the ground, I don't know where to pick up a stone, cried loudly, and reflexively followed the galloping armor soldiers, stumbling towards the array of tartars!

An iron shovel hung with a fierce wind and knocked down, the man holding the mace, is a face with horizontal scars, small eyes and hooked nose, looking at the terrifying young man, this ugly young man dressed in the armor and robe of the gods, the reins are firmly wrapped around the left arm to facilitate the horse to fight and kill when borrowing, feet in stirrups to stand up, the body probed forward, swinging the wedge to smash down, the crotch of the war horse are pressed a little down the waist, four hooves out of the boss dust, obviously this mace has used the strength of life!

Suffering from this is a Jurchen knight, wearing half armor without a helmet, looking at the shape of the armor, it is also like the armor captured from the Song army, compared to the Liao armor used by the Jurchens before, the armor used by the Song army immediately has poor protection, but it is lighter, and it is also the shape that was used in the Song army when there were not many good horses and could only reduce the weight of the armor.

However, for the Jurchen knights who have to undertake the task of sentry hard detectives, it is more popular, and this kind of armor does not need to be packed in the armor bag, it can be directly draped on the body to explore dozens of miles, and the action is much more flexible.

This Jurchen knight was already covered in blood, and after the fight, he was so tired that he didn't even have time to raise the long knife in his hand, thanks to the fact that he was only wearing half armor of the Song people, he moved flexibly, picked up his left foot and slipped to the right, and actually let go of this fierce chop, a muffled sound of Peng, then the sound of broken bones, and finally the long scream and neighing of the war horse.

This mace fell on the saddle, not only smashed the wooden saddle to pieces, sawdust flew everywhere, but a majestic Liaodong horse broke tendons and fractured, and fell to the ground with a long neigh!

The Jurchen armor soldier fell down with the mount, and the Song army armor soldier who wielded the sword pulled out his saber and was about to pick up the stirrups and dismount to make up for it, but a horse rushed out next to him, and the horse lance poked out from a distance.

When he swept past the Jurchen armor who was pressed to the ground by the war horse and struggled hard, the spear was in the area of his throat, and it was a blood spring that rose up with bubbles, and the esophagus and trachea were cut off by this area, and the gods could not be saved.

The eyes moved away from the side of the dead Jurchen armor soldier, within a radius of dozens of zhang, hundreds of horsemen rode horses and fought fiercely together, from time to time someone fell, among the more than 100 horses, wearing different forms of armor, the Jurchens with messy clothes were only twenty or thirty horses, and the Shenwu Changsheng armor warriors who hunted and danced with red tassels occupied an absolute advantage.

But in such a melee, the casualties on both sides are still close to one to one, in addition to the more than 100 horsemen who fought hand-to-hand battles, there are more Song army knights outflanked from both wings, cutting off the retreat of these Jurchen knights, that is, with the idea of killing them all!

At this time, the fight is nearing the end, and it is Zhou Tai who makes up for the last shot with a lance, he is a person who has injured his muscles and bones, and the collision of the hard bridge and hard horse is no longer done, but looking for a gap, a lance floats in, still showing the ruthless ability of the old horseman, the ugly-faced armor saw that Zhou Tai finally came to pick up the cheap, and actually glared at Zhou Tai fiercely, and turned around and left with a curse in his mouth.

Go and hurry up to find another Jurchen Tartar to fight, the wolf has more meat and less meat, but you have to hurry!

After a short sprint, Zhou Tai had already begun to gasp heavily, and at this time he tried his best to suppress his heavy breathing, and raised the lance high: "Take the live mouth!" ”

It was the ugly-faced armor soldier again, flying like a horse to the side of a war group, several Song army armor soldiers were fighting to the death around a Jurchen knight, the Jurchen knight seemed to be a leading general, with a long knife in his right hand and a short spear in his left hand, he controlled the mount to turn around with his legs, trying his best to sweep out a circle, and he was covered in blood and fought to the end.

The ugly-faced armor soldier instead put away the iron shovel, and rode his horse into the battle group, the Jurchen knight pulled a spear horizontally, he grabbed it, the two sides competed, the strength was actually comparable, no one was stronger than whom, and several Song army armor soldiers next to him looked at the cheap, and they were about to surround and arrest people.

The ugly-faced armor soldier roared angrily, picked up the stirrup waist and exerted his strength, and actually knocked down the Jurchen Tartar horse at once, and the two rolled into the dust when they were entangled and scuffled!

The surrounding fighting, at this moment is already the end, the ugly-faced armor was knocked down, it was the last surviving Jurchen Tartar, all of them did their best when fighting, seeing that this was the last living mouth, several Song army armor soldiers shouted together: "Stay alive, stay alive!" ”

The ugly-faced armor soldier strangled the Jurchen knight and landed heavily, and in the dust, it smashed into the face of the Jurchen knight who was still desperately struggling to resist!

With a muffled pop, the ugly-faced armorer wore iron gloves and smashed the Jurchen knight's nose into his face, and the blood splattered, and he couldn't live when he saw it.

Zhou Tai rode his horse and rushed over, and when he saw this scene, he immediately scolded: "Straight lady thief!" ”

The ugly-faced armor soldier got up slowly, rolled his eyes and looked at Zhou Tai, without saying a word, or a cavalry commander who had been following Zhou Tai next to him to persuade him: "I have also captured the living mouth in front, not those words, now that Yifang has not been down, Yin Keshu is pressing before Yifang desperately attacking the city, it seems that he has also used the strength to eat, and he does not dare to pounce on Taiyuan without Yifang, this is almost two hundred miles away, and the Jurchen Tartars who hit the hard sentry are only these two teams, and you don't need to ask to know that Yifang is fighting hard!" ”

Zhou Tai's face was full of dust, and he glared at the ugly-faced armor soldier fiercely, and then sighed: "The straight lady thief is going to fight a bad battle around Yifang City, hurry up and sort out the team, or we cavalry take the lead, continue to move forward, don't wait for those people and horses who are slowly coming from behind!" ”

The commander of the cavalry army was also covered in blood, and there were still two heads hanging in front of the horse's neck, and he hesitated: "The sons are too tired, Yinkeshu has thousands of military horses as the vanguard, and the follow-up reinforcements may also arrive, should we wait for the follow-up brigade to catch up, and then concentrate on the formation and the Tartars to fight again?" ”

Zhou Tai's eyes widened: "Where is this time?" Now Yifang is the eye of the storm, whichever side can invest more strength, which side has the hope of winning! And we can't lose, if we lose Yifang, what should we do in Taiyuan? What to do with Hedong? If we gather troops and march, it will be enough strength, at that time Yifang City will be erected on the banner of the Jurchen Tartars, and our heads will have to swing at the south gate of Taiyuan! ”

Yang Ling came lightly, and immediately grasped the key point of the battle in front of him, that is, to leave Yifang, the last back road, and block the turbulence rolled up by the Jurchen Tartars outside the gate of Taiyuan!

As soon as Yang Ling stood, he sent all the military horses that could be collected inside and outside Taiyuan City to the direction of Yifang, even if it was to add fuel to fight a bad battle, he had to hold this hole to the death, so as to win the time to adjust the strategic deployment!

The so-called strength that can fight in the field is nothing more than the cavalry command of the rear camp of the Taiyuan Shence Army, the command of the four infantry armies, if there are reinforcements in the direction of Han Lu one after another, then how many will be sent and how many will be piled up, but Taiyuan City must be guarded by military horses, and the 6,000 regular troops of the Shengjie Army must defend Taiyuan City.

Xue Yong was the first commander of the reinforcements sent, Yang Ling added to him all the mules and horses that could be collected in Taiyuan City, and changed the command of several infantry troops to horseback footmen, and the movements were much faster, but they rushed to the front, opening the way while sentry. Or the only cavalry commander.

All the way to the west, one day and one night, Xue Yong led the vanguard cavalry command, has run one hundred and seventy or eighty miles, from Yifang, but twenty or thirty miles away, if it is on the Hebei Plain, at this moment can already see the city, but located in the river valley, Yifang between the mountains, there is still a fog, no one knows whether Yifang is still in the hands of Niu Gao Zhou Tai Guan Sheng at this moment! (To be continued.) )