Han Shizhong also gasped, this general knew at a glance that he was fighting fiercely, but now at this moment, only by trying his best to kill this general could he make his soldiers and horses retreat.

The eight catties in the room seemed to be able to anticipate Han Shizhong's thoughts, and said, "Come on, let me understand it!" ”

"Uhhh I didn't know what Han Shizhong was thinking, so I shouted, slapped the horse, picked up the big stick and ran towards Han Shizhong.

Eight catties has been born in the army, from a small soldier has been relying on military merits to become the first general under Xiao Gan, martial arts are naturally not bad, but for many years there has been no chance to fight in person, but the martial arts have not been wasted, the big iron rod in his hand is as thick as a calf, weighing more than 50 catties.

Han Shizhong came back to his senses by the eight catties in the room, and saw the eight catties in the room slapping the horse dance stick, and the qi and blood on his body suddenly boiled, so what's the matter, kill this general today, thinking of this Han Shizhong's hand The horse lance drew a white thunderbolt, the horse circled, and the two of them fought in one place.

The strength of the eight catties in the room is not weak, and he can't help but want to test his strength with Han Shizhong, seeing Han Shizhong waving his horse, he didn't dodge, and the big iron rod in his hand waved towards the sky.

"Long ......" a metallic sound pierced people's eardrums, Zhen's head buzzed, and he consciously took advantage of the weight of the weapon, and the iron rod in his hand was much heavier than Han Shizhong's horse lance, who would have thought that a strong force came from Han Shizhong's horse lance, and his arm was numb from the shock, and he secretly said with a terrible sound, slapped the horse and missed, and Han Shizhong fought the first round.

Han Shizhong was also shocked, although his weapon was lighter than the big stick of the eight catties in the room, but his strength was there, and he didn't expect that the eight catties in the room could be hard to pick him up.

The soldiers on both sides of the "Roaring ......" had stopped fighting at this time, and they all stopped to watch Han Shizhong and the eight catties of the room fight, and saw that Han Shizhong and the eight catties of the house were evenly matched in the first round. They all shouted and cheered for their masters.

He turned around with an eight-pound horse, and the iron rod in his hand was horizontal, and said: "It's nothing more than that!" Pick me up again. Saying that, his legs clamped the horse's belly, and the divine horse under his crotch understood the meaning of the master, and rushed towards Han Shizhong like a galloping wind.

Han Shizhong let out a loud shout and placed the horse lance at a forty-five-degree angle. Urging the BMW under the crotch to try its best to gallop, this is a trick that Han Shizhong realized in the fight with the western thief.

The eight-pound stick was slightly shorter than Han Shizhong's horse lance, and after judging Han Shizhong's intentions, he picked up the stick and actually threw it at Han Shizhong.

How could Han Shizhong have thought that he would throw out the weapon as a hidden weapon, and at this time, it was too late to think about picking up the flying stick, Han Shizhong had to spread his body as far as possible and block the horse lance in front of him, which was equivalent to passively receiving a heavy blow from the eight catties of the room.

"Open." Han Shizhong struggled to block the big stick. The figure inevitably swayed on the horse, and he almost got off the horse, and secretly scolded in his heart for being a cunning old man who had eight catties in the room.

After passing the first round, he knew that he could not compare with Han Shizhong in strength and martial arts, so he immediately changed his strategy, he returned to his own army, and his own soldiers snatched the big stick back for him.

He pulled out his sword and said, "Listen to this general, all the soldiers and horses on this road will be annihilated." As he spoke, he waved his sword. The Liao army rushed over like a wolf and a tiger.

Han Shizhong mentioned the war horse and said, "Let's rush out." ”

At this time, the Liao army had completed the siege of the iron wall, and Han Shizhong really saw the combat effectiveness of the army of a hundred battles in the last days of the Liao State. The advance and retreat of the infantry of the Liao army were very delicate, implying a specific formation and formation, and no matter how the soldiers of the Shence Army rushed to kill, they could not break through the encirclement.

Of course, Han Shizhong would not let Han Shizhong go away so easily, and the big stick of "Chang ......" had eight catties of room and Han Shizhong's horse lance again, this time Han Shizhong used all his strength, and the effect was also very great. The eight-pound stick was knocked into the air, and the flaws in front of him were exposed.

He also exerted all his strength, but his strength was a big difference compared to Han Shizhong, and the big stick was about to fly away. What's even worse is that Han Shizhong's horse lance stabbed again like a poisonous snake.

"General be careful." Seeing that Bai Qi was in danger, the soldiers who had been eight catties in the room flew up from their mounts and blocked in front of the eight catties in the room, only to see a flash of white light that brought up a rain of blood in the sky, and the soldiers who had been eight catties in the room were cut into two and died tragically under Han Shizhong's horse lance.

Han Shizhong also wanted to get the life of the eight catties of the room, and suddenly saw that the eight catties of the room had drawn the sword in his hand, and knew that he had lost the opportunity, but the eight catties of the room were suddenly in a hurry, and the Liao people under his command were a little flustered, that is, a little chaotic, Han Shizhong immediately retreated, went straight to the rear, and took the soldiers of the Shence Army and others to kill out of the encirclement of the Liao army.

Seeing Han Shizhong leading the Shence Army to fight a bloody path, he couldn't help frowning.

Han Shizhong's location is just the tip of the iceberg of the battlefield, not to mention that at this time, Han Shizhong's location is only the side of Song Jian's camp, and where the other places are, the battle is even more intense.

The benefits of the Song people's military revolution are famous all over the world, even if there is a shield car to open the way, before the slaughter is brought to the camp, it is already a heavy number of casualties, but once it reaches the bottom of the camp, it is basically difficult for the bow and arrow to exert much power, and can only be smashed down by throwing stones.

And where the Song army is, it is naturally impossible to watch the Liao people rush to the camp like this, wantonly pull up the camp stakes or even knock them down, and directly kill a team of soldiers and horses to drive the Liao people underground, because there is no cavalry in other aspects, so it is more tragic than Han Shizhong.

After all the Liao soldiers were killed, the Song soldiers burned all the fire oil torches that had been prepared to the Liao people on the battlefield, and all the shield carts and other equipment.

After hurriedly doing this, it was not over, and the Song soldiers hurriedly transferred the auxiliary troops to repair the fortifications that were a little crumbling in the middle of the war.

Taking advantage of this gap, the soldiers on both sides were able to take a breath a little, and everyone was nervous.

At this time, even the old breed of Xianggong is unable to live in peace, everywhere is asking the old breed for soldiers and arrows, fortunately, there are not a few soldiers and horses in the Jingyuan army, and the arrow equipment is also sufficient, everything is carried out in an orderly manner.

Yang Ling touched the blood stains on his face and entered the camp tent, "The old breed is a prince, the Liao people have been attacking for a long time, and they finally take a break." ”

The old man stood up, "Xiao Gan, this time it must be a matter of fate, I never thought that this thief would actually fight the idea of a certain Jingyuan Army." ”

Yang Ling's eyes narrowed into a slit, "Our camp is impregnable, although our army has suffered heavy casualties, but the Liao people are even worse, if we continue to fight like this, I want to see how many lives Xiao Gan has to fill in!" (To be continued......)