A few days later, Yelu Hugo and his 40,000 elite horsemen finally crossed the line of Yanshan and arrived at the northern suburbs of Youzhou.

However, waiting there were 100,000 elite Song troops.

As early as a few days ago, Zhao Kuangyin predicted that Youzhou City's insistence was due to the fact that the Liao reinforcements were on the way.

Reinforcements are hope, Yelu Xianzhen and Han Derang, holding the hope of holding Youzhou City, all pinned on Yelu Xiuge's reinforcements.

Zhao Kuangyin didn't have a single tendon to put his troops on the siege, besides, Youzhou City is so big, 2560,000 people, even if the inner three layers and the outer three layers are surrounded by a few circles, there are only tens of thousands of people who can really be used to siege the city.

So Zhao Kuangyin mobilized all the surplus troops to the area of the Gaoliang River in the north.

Zhao Kuangyin had a hunch that Yelu Huge's reinforcements would definitely attack his besieging army from this direction, and the key to deciding Youlu's belonging was not whether he could conquer Youzhou in time, but the battle between him and Yelu Huge.

Early in the morning of this day, he finally waited for the enemy.

On the imperial horse, Zhao Kuangyin stared northward, at the end of the polar field, in the rolling dust and mist, there was a thin black line slowly wriggling.

The Khitan cavalry has finally arrived.

The 100,000 soldiers of the Song Army, who were already waiting in formation, immediately tensed their nerves, and subconsciously held the weapons in their hands tighter.

The iron rider rolled, the dark lines on the horizon became thicker, and the long horn came from the sky, hollow as if from another world.

Zhao Kuangyin's face was calm, without the slightest fear, but he raised his hand slightly.

The command flag waved, the layers of orders were handed down, and in the continuous miles of infantry formation, the weapons were unsheathed one after another, and the soldiers clenched their weapons, stared wide-eyed, and looked nervously at the enemy who was about to be killed.

The earth was shaking and the eardrums were rumbling.

There was a look of unease on the faces of the soldiers.

For more than 40 years, several generations of the Central Plains Dynasty and countless sons and daughters of the Han family have been under the threat of the Khitan iron cavalry all the time.

Forty years later, the snow washed away the shame and ended the days of fear.

Even if they are afraid, even if the enemy is ruthless, they will resolutely take up arms and fight this fateful battle for glory, for their country, and for themselves.

At the end of the avenue, the black line became thicker and heavier, and the speed of moving south became faster and faster.

Finally, images of the enemy came into view.

The torrent of iron armor, like a black tide, swept over the sky, and the black iron armor reflected the faint cold light, eerie and weird, like a devil's soldier rushing out of hell.

Zhao Kuangyin's silent blood burned in an instant.

Sitting in the Jinluan Palace and enjoying the brocade clothes and jade food, the beauties in the gentle fragrance are like water, and all kinds of imperial pleasures are not worth the iron-blooded agitation on this battlefield.

In an instant, Zhao Kuangyin seemed to have returned to the turbulent years of the battlefield, and the pleasure brought to him by galloping in the frontier place could not be replaced by any luxury.

Facing the rolling enemy horse, Zhao Kuangyin smiled.

He slowly pulled out his sword, pointed his sharp cold blade at the enemy, mobilized all his strength, and said in a loud voice: "My athletes, for the sake of the society of the Great Song Dynasty, for the glory of the Han people, and for the sake of your wives and children, today I say, side by side, fight to the death with the Khitan Hulu!" ”

The bell-like voice inspired people's hearts, and the surrounding soldiers, their blood boiled, and they shouted in unison: "Fight to the death!" ”

First hundreds, thousands, then tens of thousands, and finally, 100,000 Song troops, like mad beasts, shouted together, "Fight to the death!" ”

The roars of countless people converged and rumbled like the sky was cracking, changing the sound of the enemy's horses' hooves, and changing the color of the wind and clouds.

The Liao knight in the sprint, the original fierce expression, was also terrified at the moment.

The roar of 100,000 Great Song Dynasty soldiers in unison deeply shocked them.

Yelu Hugo, who was riding in the group, was also shocked by the rumbling thunder and wind howling, and suddenly there was an ominous premonition in his heart.

For the first time in his life, Jeruhugo felt fear.

That's okay, though.

The arrow is on the string and has to be sent.

Whether it is him or Zhao Kuangyin opposite, there is no choice.

The Great Song Dynasty and the Liao Kingdom are like two trains speeding on the tracks in opposite directions, the speed has reached the maximum, and collision is inevitable.

"Zhao Kuangyin, let's fight to the death!"

Yelu Hugo did not hesitate any longer, rode his horse and whipped, waved the mace in his hand, and rushed out towards the 100,000 Song army.

A few minutes later, two behemoths collided violently on the plain north of Youzhou City.

……

In the western sky, the sunset pressed against the earth like a trail of blood, the vast wasteland gradually dimmed, and the air was filled with a choking stench and a strong smell of blood.

A few fat crows, which had just been fed, flew around a large tree a few times, landed on the dead branches, and casually combed their feathers with a sharp peck with the remnants of blood.

Blood soaked almost every inch of the land, forming a disgusting dark red swamp, countless mutilated limbs, scattered across the mire.

The healers were scattered across the battlefield, looking for survivors among the dead, and occasionally turning out a breathless one, excitedly summoning their companions to help.

Shi Wei was standing in the corpses everywhere, looking at the tragic scene around him, and couldn't help but sigh secretly.

"Lord Shi, there is also a Khitan here, it seems that he is still an official."

Shi Wei came back to his senses from the fugue and drove his horse over, followed by Xiong Qingye and a few other guards.

Under a war horse that had died miserably, there was a middle-aged Khitan man with a bloodstained face, who was dying and still breathing.

Shi Wei took a closer look, and his eyes couldn't help but light up.

The remnants of the Khitan turned out to be Yelu Huge.

I didn't expect this guy's luck to be really big, 40,000 Liao people were wiped out, and he even miraculously survived a breath.

Shi Wei squatted down and looked at Brother Yelu Xiu with a smile, "I said General Yelu, your life is really hard, and you are not dead." ”

The dying Yelu Hugo opened his eyes, and as soon as he recognized Shi Wei in front of him, he opened his mouth and sprayed paralyzed blood.

"General Yelu, you sent Gao Ba to chase and kill me at the beginning, but today it fell into my hands, do you think this is retribution?"

Shi Wei remembered the scene when his fate hung by a thread, and he still has palpitations, and he naturally has hatred for Yelu Huge, the instigator behind the scenes.

When enemies meet, of course, they have to speak ill of each other.

Brother Yelu Hugh gritted his teeth and said hatefully: "The old man only hates...... I only hate ......"

He probably wanted to scold Shi Wei, but unfortunately he lost too much blood and his breath was weak, but he couldn't spit out just a few words.

Shi Wei sighed: "I know you want to scold me, but seeing that you are still here, it is better to save it, and you may be able to save you if you keep your breath." ”

Jeruhugo was so angry that he vomited another mouthful of blood.

In fact, Yelu Hugo wanted to harm him at the beginning, Shi Wei couldn't wait for him to die, if he had found out just now, maybe he would have covered this old guy to death.

It's just that now for other healers to see, a heavyweight captive like Yelu Hugo, if Shi Wei doesn't save him, I'm afraid the Son of Heaven will also blame.

There was no way, Shi Wei had no choice but to order the left and right to move the war horses that were pressing on Yelu Hugo's body.

Xiong Qingye commanded his subordinates, and No. 7 and Eight worked together to carefully lift the poor war horse away.

When everyone saw the whole picture of Jeruxiugo, they all gasped.

It turned out that the lower half of Yeluxiu's body had been crushed to the point of flesh and blood, and even his intestines and stomach were squeezed out, which looked extremely terrifying and disgusting.

The injury has become like this, even in modern times, I am afraid that there is no way to recover.

Shi Wei breathed a sigh of relief and said to everyone: "He was injured and became this virtue surname, and the treatment is not curable, don't care about him anymore, go find something else." ”

Although the doctors on the left and right were not as skilled as Shi Wei, they also knew that Yelu Xiuge's injuries were incurable, so they all dispersed.

Around, only a few cronies such as Xiong Qingye remained.

Shi Wei squatted down again, looked at Yelu Xiuge's "rotten body", and sighed: "Why do you say you are doing this, I told you a long time ago, the current Great Song Dynasty is no longer those small courts of the previous generation, you can let you Khitans bully, you just don't listen, and you are satisfied." ”

"My Da Liao Iron Cavalry is invincible, and one day I will recapture Yanyun to repay the shame of today!" Brother Yelu Hugh didn't know where he got the strength, but he squeezed out such a long male sentence from between his teeth.

Shi Wei sneered: "Forget it, don't brag, if you lose Yanyun, you will be like the Xiongnu Turks or something, obediently herd sheep on the grassland for a few years, wash your neck, and wait for the Great Song Dynasty to cut the grass and eradicate the roots." ”

Shi Wei's words were poisonous enough, and he thought to himself that he was fighting with the person he was going to die, was it a bit unkind.

Brother Yelu Hugh was so aggrieved by Shi Wei that he couldn't get up in one breath, and he was spurting blood again.

Looking at his Nade surname, it is estimated that it has also reached the last moment.

Shi Weisuo decided to give him another ride, so he leaned down and said with a mysterious smile: "Brother Yeluxiu, do you want to know why your emperor Yeluxian suddenly fell ill that night in the pavilion?" ”

Jeruxiuge's eyes widened.

Shi Wei leaned close to his ear and whispered.

When Brother Yelu Xiu heard this, his eyes were bloodshot, almost bursting out, and he glared at Shi Wei angrily, looking like he wanted to eat him.

"You, you, ah—"

A mouthful of blood spurted wildly, and his mutilated body twitched violently, and then, he was dying.

Seeing that Shi Wei had Brother Yelu to death with a few words, Xiong Qingye was surprised and couldn't help asking, "My lord, what happened in the pavilion that day?" ”

Shi Wei smiled without saying a word, and turned his eyes to the head of Youzhou City.

Under the remnant sun, the blood-stained banner of the Great Song Dynasty was hung high on the head of the city, hunting and flying in the wind.

For some reason, all of a sudden, he felt a little homesick.

(To be continued)