; It is no wonder that Li Jie is persistent in building an army composed of too many students, and it seems that under the command of Song Jing, he has invisibly brought into play the advantages of too many students. XsHuotXT Zero eBook p:r>

The ability to learn and become tactical, beyond the comprehension ability of ordinary people, courage!

Yao Chong came up with a ghost idea, taking advantage of the characteristics of Shiraz City's many fields, harvesting autumn grass and inserting it on his body to form a camouflage, which was stunned under the surveillance of the Arab cavalry and did not alarm the enemy, and smeared it under the noses of the enemy.

Then the quadrangular thistle terrestris was used as a horse to intercept the opponent's elite light cavalry, and the bow and crossbow were fired in three rounds, constantly hitting the enemy, and the Fujian-style machine gun that burned money was suppressed, and under the long-range attack that was impermeable, the Arabs under the mountain retreated again and again, and the casualties were in disarray.

The Arab army behind shouted, alarming the Arab Yemeni infantry who were fighting under the city gate in front, and the strong Bedouin army for a while actually showed a wavering posture, but it made the Fujian army soldiers who had been fighting for more than an hour finally breathe a sigh of relief, and gritted their teeth and leaned closer to each other.

However, the desert wolves who were pressed by this unfavorable state were panicked, and the wolf heads of all the wolves, Saladin, the great chief of Yemen who established himself as a caliph, suddenly raised his head and laughed disdainfully.

"The Min people are scheming, and sure enough, they fought for such heavy casualties, just to create opportunities for the surprise attack force behind them, haha, wonderful chess!"

With a vicious and strange look in his eagle-sharp triangular eyes, Saladin laughed madly and said, "You guys underestimate me Saladin too much!" What can I do with a small subtotal? ”

"Assad, your cavalry to the left, Berkel, your cavalry to the right, eat these Fujian troops!"

Stunned for a moment, the two fierce generals beside Saladin immediately stroked their chests and bowed their heads to say yes, and after a while, about a thousand Arab cavalry once again broke away from the ranks.

However, this time it was different from the previous one, the two groups of Arabs were divided into left and right wings like wolves, and they fiercely outflanked them from the north and south of the lower hillside.

Never looking at the assault army that nearly killed him, Saladin's attention returned to the battlefield ahead, his deep-set eyes blazing, and the desert coyote finally swung forward with a long roar of the captured lance.

"Young men from the Kurds, tear apart the prey in front of you like eagles, and the Lord has given you this city as a trophy, crush its fragile grams, and enjoy the sweet nuts within!"

"Roar!"

Since the morning, Saladin, who has been in the position of watching the battle, has been on fire with his heart, and when he heard this, he immediately cheered with high morale, and the heavy Arab war horse slowly stepped forward, the smoke and dust rolled and steamed, covering the sky like a sandstorm, and in the black military formation, the weapon refracted the cold light.

As Saladin's kinship, about 2,000 people wore the strongest Persian armor and held the finest three-meter armor-piercing spears, and the murderous aura was even more courageous and fierce than the iron cavalry of the Sassanid Persian heyday.

Finally gathered hundreds of soldiers and horses, gathered into a battle group, looking at the yellow smoke churning behind the Arabs who suddenly flashed, Xue Ne's pupils constricted to the extreme, and his dry voice roared heartbreakingly.

"Spearman, reject the horse!"

The exhausted Fujian soldiers rushed to the front with their spears trembling, and before they could set up their formation, the heavy cavalry with red eyes and galloping bravely had already crashed into it.

In the crisp sound of fractures, dozens of people were directly knocked out, and then the Arab cavalry cut into the position of the Fujian army like a hot knife cutting butter, and the Fujian army, which had been fighting for more than an hour, collapsed in an instant.

No longer had the will to fight, one by one the soldiers threw away their armor and desperately crowded towards the city gate, preferring to be hacked to death from behind, rather than desperately unwilling to fight again with countless enemy cavalry covered with exhaustion and scars.

On the other hand, Song Jing and Yao Chong, two clever ghosts, also fell into a desperate situation.

The array formed by the three rows of steel crossbows is indeed incomparably sharp, coupled with the iron thistle sealing road where Genghis Khan, a generation of Tianjiao, has suffered and died, and even if there are four times as many Arab cavalry on the frontal battlefield, the Confucian soldiers are not afraid at all.

But the Bedouins did not face it head-on, but cunningly bypassed the small hill of the Confucian position, and spent more than ten minutes to go around behind the Confucian soldiers.

There was no rush to attack, both Assad and Bakr urged the cavalry to press from the left and right like a wall.

The terrain behind them is higher, the geographical advantage is advantageous, the people are tall and the horses are full of hideous Arabs, everything is a great shock to the hearts of the students who are holding pens in these schools, holding the hot steel crossbows, many of the students' hands are even trembling, and the whole front is loose.

"What should I do?"

Anxious to frown, Cui Parker pulled Yao Chong's sleeve and yelled desperately, distraught, but Yao Chong was also helpless to watch the approaching step by step, and the cat-and-mouse Bedouin iron rider was helpless.

"What a hair!"

When people were panicking, a foul word suddenly buzzed in the ears of the students, and he pulled out his saber and raised it high, Song Jing ran in small steps in front of the Confucian soldiers in a straight line, roaring angrily.

"Before coming, Lao Tzu had already said that this trip was very dangerous, nine deaths, and the psychology of dying under the knife had to be held, but now this danger is coming, fighting with them is, what's the big deal!"

"Two strong men of Qianqiu, Xuanhe Daliang City! Da Min has been a monk for more than ten years, for the sake of Da Min, the liver and brain are smeared on the ground, so why not have a different head? It's time to show these barbarians the bones of my Great Min people! ”

Even the most humble beggars, there are unshakable and sacred things in their hearts, not to mention scholars, for the sake of scholars, the scholars of all dynasties have even made a lot of sacrifices that modern people cannot understand, even if they fight for the lives of the whole clan, if they want to leave Qingji, please King Wu kill his whole family, break his bones and scatter ashes in the market, cut off his right arm and take refuge in Qingji, a sentence to kill it, famous in the world, a sentence of wind bones, but also ignited the burning flame in the hearts of these trembling students.

We are taxis, noble taxis, even if we die, we will not take half a step back!

With a roar in his heart, the Confucian soldiers in the front row once again swayed the iron thistle, and the crossbowmen in the back smoothly picked up the steel crossbow, squinting their eyes and moving forward.

On the other side, Saladin's number one general, the bear-shaped giant man Assad, whose whole body was wrapped in two layers of Persian training armor, couldn't help frowning, originally moving forward slowly, just to give strong psychological pressure to the group of Fujian barbarians in front of him, and even scared this Fujian army without charging, and the soldiers who surrendered without a fight, Westerners also understand this truth.

But who knew that it backfired, the Fujian people were not only not intimidated, but their morale was even higher, and Asad, who saw it, was full of disgust, and did not have the mind to continue to catch cat and mouse, and roared, and the thighs with the thickness of the beauty's waist clamped the war horse, and the speed suddenly increased.

On the other end, Bakkel also had a similar mind, shouting to drive the war horse, and also took the lead in charging.

Although there was no excellent armor of Saladin's army, but by taking advantage of the favorable location of the downhill, the heavy cavalry still rushed with amazing momentum, and the heavy horses' hooves beat on the hillside, and the hearts of the Confucian soldiers beat violently.

Two hundred meters, one hundred meters, ten meters, Song Jing in the front row could even see the big mouth of the Arab on the opposite side, the little tongue that was beating, and Song Jing, who couldn't bear it anymore, roared and waved down the saber.

"Shoot!"

As if a catharsis, the crossbowmen in the front row pulled the trigger neatly, and a row of crossbow arrows shot out horizontally, and in the screams and neighing, more than 30 Arab cavalrymen turned over and fell off their horses, and the corpses of people and horses tripped over more than a dozen riders, and one person turned on his horse.

Fifty meters, the second row of crossbowmen also pulled the steel crossbow, this time the lethality was greater, more than 100 Arabs rolled and fell off their horses, some people were only slightly injured, and they were also trampled to death by the galloping war horses, and the charging cavalry was even more vacant.

Thirty meters, looking at the last row of steel crossbows of the Min barbarians, Assad's heart was dripping blood.

These were not Saladin's most elite horsemen, but they were also the strongest warriors of his kind, and now they were three layers dead, and in a rage they used their arms to block the crossbow arrows that were fired at the front door, and Assad lowered his spear fiercely, aiming it at the heart of the fat man who had been shouting.

For him, Assad is already extremely angry.

After shooting the last round of crossbow arrows, the Confucian soldiers directly threw the quiver, pulled out the three-edged crossbow thorn hanging from the waist and loaded it in front, facing the roaring cavalry, Song Jing also aimed the horizontal knife at the head of the Arab sheikh who ran at the front like an armored monster.

His heart almost jumped out of his throat, shouting words that he couldn't understand, and Song Jing was the first to rush out of the array.

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles, even if you fight to kill the enemy and me, so what? Shouting in his heart, Song Jing's original bookish cheeks, and even some milk and fat cheeks, also appeared with an unprecedented hideous smile.

In the face of the whistling spear, the fat man bounced like a ball and slashed at the man's head......

Puff~

The war horse stepped on the iron thorn and fell to the ground, and at the critical moment, the spear finally slowed down, and grazed under Song Jing's ribs, and in this way, it also cut through the infantry armor, and cut a huge wound on his waist.

Falling heavily to the ground, dizzily turning over for an unknown number of heels, Song Jing turned around in a daze.

In sight, the rival of life and death just now lay on his back on the ground, and the back of his head, a long arrow was still trembling, and it was incredible that he twisted his neck that was almost broken......