Yue Fei's soldiers rushed over and cut them down like chopping melons and vegetables, and no one from the Liao soldiers could rush into Yang Ling's side!

Tang Huai was nailed to the ground, seeing that Yang Ling was safe, he exhaled, and was about to close his eyes and wait for death, when he suddenly felt that the Liao general who was caressing his throat loosened his hand.

This Liao general saw the opportunity very quickly, and knew that if he didn't escape, it would never be too late, no matter what, saving his life was the most important thing.

He didn't even waste any more time to kill Tang Huai, he held the broken knife in his hand, turned around and fled backwards, and two white soldiers rushed towards him, this person threw the broken knife out of his hand, and it was slashing right on the front door of one of the white soldiers.

The white soldier didn't snort, turned over and fell off the horse, and another white soldier stabbed straight up to the horse, he had already grabbed the head of the lance, and the horse lance opened on both sides, cutting his hands with blood, but this person didn't care, and pulled it hard in the direction of the war horse, and he had already ripped the white soldier off the horse!

The screams of the last Liao soldiers being cut down echoed in the sky above the corpse-studded and blazing Chinese military camp, and countless Baiqi soldiers and remnants of the Shence Army infantry rushed towards Yang Ling, and everyone asked loudly: "Little Yang General, are you okay?" ”

Yue Fei, who led the team, lined up the crowd, rushed to the front, and saluted Yang Ling: "Xiao Yang General, we are late, the general is frightened, and his subordinates will die!" ”

Yang Ling was still in that very cool shape, with his knees against the dead horse, holding the sword in both hands, nailed to the chest of the eight catties of the room, and the eight catties under the sword had already died too long ago.

The soldiers who were a few steps away from Yang Ling looked at him without moving. looked at each other, thinking if Xiao Yang should be the master and this Liao general! !

Yue Fei was about to get up and step forward to take a look, when he saw Yang Ling suddenly let go of his hands. stood up and shook it, sat down on it, and the commander hurriedly grabbed it, and called out repeatedly: "Xiao Yang will be the master, Xiao Yang will be the master......"

Yang Ling closed his eyes and gasped heavily, pushed away the hands of the commanding envoy, and said in a rough voice: "Lao Tzu is fine!" ”

Heard Yang Ling's words. All the horses around them cheered loudly!

Lao Tzu is fine, but he is a little faint. The god of this straight thief finally favored Lao Tzu a little, Yang Ling stood up with a pant at the moment, and looked around.

On the battlefield. Only the last breath of the dying man remains. The wounded were rolling on the ground, **, struggling, and there were dead people everywhere.

It turned out that the circle that was formed, all the corpses that fell in the circle, and the Liao people and their sons were entangled and died in one place, with broken blades and broken swords, everywhere. The ground is stuck with hedgehog-like arrow feathers.

In the temporary tent place, large and small fires rose everywhere. The fireworks rolled over one after another, and the soldiers in front of him, whether it was the Bai Zhan soldiers who galloped desperately to help, or their own personal guards, and the soldiers of the Shence Army, they were all covered with blood and sweat, looking at themselves with admiration.

It was already dark before dawn, but the sky in the distance was red by the growing fire, as if the sky and the earth were full of blood.

"I've pulled through again." How many times do you have to go through such a cruel battlefield scene before you can reach the peak of this era and let your fate really be in your own hands?

Yang Ling was a little dazed, shook his head slightly and smiled bitterly: "I seem to have killed the Liao people's heavy generals this time, cut off my head, put it away, and please use it when the time comes." "Maybe it will be useful in the future.

He suddenly looked around: "What about Tang Huai?" Where did the little white face go? ”

Yang Ling's personal guards have been damaged more than half, dead or wounded, in hand-to-hand combat, to block the impact of the Liao armor infantry and cavalry who dare to fight, the damage is naturally not light, the personal guards who struggled for their lives looked at each other at a loss, everyone just fought in a bloody battle, they were all killed, who still noticed where Tang Huai was in their personal guard commander?

At this time, I heard Tang Huai's weak greeting voice: "General Xiao Yang, I'm here." ”

"Lord, are you all right? Fang Cai's spear refused to ride with steps, which was really a good means."

Yang Ling's concubine walked in the direction of Tang Huai's voice, just looked at this little white face, and pierced a broken spear through the shoulder and back, nailed to the ground, the wound was torn, and blood gushed out, Tang Huai was probably relieved, and he grinned in pain there, looked at Yang Ling coming over, and reluctantly smiled: "If the master can't die, I can't die!" ”

Yang Ling reluctantly laughed and scolded: "You kid has a big life!" He knelt down and held Tang Huai's shoulders to help him up, Tang Huai shook his head, gritted his teeth and sat up with his waist and abdomen, and those broken spears passed through his wounds and remained bloody on the ground.

Behind him, the Bai Xuan soldiers and the Shence soldiers had brought gold creation medicine, so they came over to put it on him, and then ripped off the battle skirt and tied it up for him.

As he spoke, the canopy was already slightly bright, and the morning star hung high in the sky, even if there was no fire, the scene of the four fields was dimly distinguishable.

It seemed that this long night was coming to an end.

When asked Tang Huai, Yang Ling just shook his head slowly: "I have fulfilled my responsibility here and saved my life, Yue Fei rushed back, it was already loud, but Han Shizhong had already won the battle, why haven't I returned yet!" ”

He stood up proudly and ordered left and right: "Clean up the camp, count the damage, treat the wounded, put out the fire, and wait for Han Shizhong to return, and then take the next step...... That is, it is time to fight to the death with Xiao Gan, bring back Yanjing, and ask you for credit, and you can't treat the meritorious person badly! ”

The surrounding people promised loudly, naturally there were officers at all levels of the Bai Zhan soldiers and the Shence Army to deal with various matters after the war, Yang Ling also walked around in the pile of wounded soldiers, from time to time to comfort a few words, some of the wounded soldiers couldn't survive, Yang Ling stood aside, solemnly sent them off for the last time.

In a bloody battle, the Liao people actually brought more than 3,000 casualties to Yang Ling's department, and almost all of their own foot soldiers were destroyed. When Yang Ling half-knelt down and closed the eyelids of a wounded soldier who was seriously injured and died, his figure suddenly stopped, and the guards and Bai Qi soldiers standing beside him also paused.

The sound of the horse's hooves reached their ears, and when they got closer, they could already see clearly that they were all white soldiers without armor, felt spears, and bows and shots, and the back half of the horses each rode were dripping with blood!

This team of cavalry, when they could see the Yangling camp, they all looked up to look at the Yangling camp, and when they saw that the banner of the army in the Yangling camp was still hunting and dancing in the morning breeze, the white soldiers all cheered loudly. (To be continued......)