"Smack!"

There was a crisp explosion.

The sound of the water rumbled, but the soldiers and civilians on the other side did not hear it; The sound of hooves was like thunder, and the Khitan warriors who rushed over did not hear it, but their hearts twitched in unison, as if the whip was whipped on their hearts.

The mules and horses were driven by the long whip, and at once the ropes were stretched straight, and they pulled desperately in the direction of the river. "Smack! Smack! There were a few more whipping sounds, and the sound of the explosion made people's scalps tingle. Ropes creaked. The boulder shook slightly, and the iron cable on the boulder was also torn to the side, rubbing against the pillar stone to make a seeping sound. The Khitan soldiers who rushed over finally discovered his true intentions, and they immediately hung up their swords and guns, and went to get their bows and arrows with their backhands.

Yang Hao was in a hurry, ran to the middle of the ropes, waved the whip and whipped it a few times, abandoned the whip and went to grab a rope to help the mule and horse pull it up. Horsepower is not enough, and what can he do with his limited manpower? But at this time, where will I think about so much in my heart, just thinking that adding one point of force is one point of force.

Just like a broken bridge, when he hastily remembered that he had to break the bridge, he immediately instinctively ordered someone to tie up the bridge, and never thought that there was still one person left behind at this end of the broken bridge. Of course, even if he thought about it at that time, he still had to choose this end.

Because there is no one on the other side of the river, if one person is appointed at will, that person has no right to arbitrarily decide and will be interfered with by others, and if the bridge is broken early, there will be no way for those who have not crossed the bridge to live. If the Khitan soldiers break through the blockade in advance, but the other side is hesitant because there are still people who have not yet crossed the bridge, then the Khitan iron cavalry will rush over, and it will be too late to break the bridge. Moreover, most of the cars that have escaped the river have escaped, and there is no time to catch them back? If he leaves in advance, the people here will inevitably trample on each other and suffer countless casualties, and there will be few people who can really cross the bridge.

Therefore, he can only stay on this side of the river, and the whip of this broken bridge can only be in his hands. How many things in the world can be perfected?

Arrows flew sideways and shot at each other. Yang Hao said "ouch", and he was hit by an arrow in the shoulder. Yang Hao was in pain, subconsciously let go of his hand to touch his shoulder, at this moment, the mules and horses in front of him were also hit by a few arrows, those mules and horses were in unbearable pain, four hooves plowing the ground, neighing and rushing forward, after the heavy rain, the soil was already soft, and the horizontal retaining stones buried deep under the soil could only block the gravity that fell to the center of the river, and could not block the drag in the forward direction, coupled with the drag of the dead force of the mules and horses, these three factors converged, only to hear the sound of "boom", the pillar stone was uprooted, the long bridge trembled and fell into the river, and the mules and horses couldn't help it, All of them slipped into the river.

Yang Hao was caught in those ropes, dragged by the long bridge, his feet hung in the air, and in the exclamations of countless people on the opposite bank, he fell into the rolling river with those mules and horses, and because the pillars were heavy, they were dragged to the bottom of the water and disappeared at once.

"Xi Yu Yu ......" a string of war horses neighed, a Khitan war horse on the bank of the river people stood up, kicked up countless gravel, they patted the horse's neck, stabilized the crotch mount, and looked into the river, only to see that half of the bridge on the other side of the bank was still on the shore, and half of this side had completely sunk into the water, and the river was excited, and the bridge became a (shaped half-moon, and couldn't help but be silent.

This battle is really not dangerous for their life's battle, but it is tragic and unprecedented. The bloody nature of the Han men, those military generals, this civil official, their feat of talking and laughing to the death, deeply stirred the hearts of every Khitan warrior, and their hearts were like a half-bridge in the river, shocking.

On the other side, countless people fell to their knees.

Yang Hao is a good official, General Luo is a good soldier, this article and martial arts, the sacrifice made for them is unforgettable. Based on the west bank of the Zhulang River, at the moment of meeting the Khitan athletes who were prancing horses and swords on the opposite bank, they had changed from a Northern Han people to a real Song Dynasty people.

Jeruhugo sat straight on his horse, staring at the swirling river to the south, and then moved his gaze along the bridge inch by inch to the opposite bank, and sighed regretfully. Finally...... These people were taken to the Song realm by them. Finally...... The rival who never clashed in love became a ghost in the water.

When he rushed over just now, he saw Yang Hao's face clearly, the arrow on Yang Hao's shoulder was shot by him, he was going to capture this person alive, drag him back to his big tent like a dead dog, and let the woman see, a man who is alive like a dog, what else is cute, but it's a pity...... It's a pity that the two have never competed in a dignified manner...... His gaze swept over the people worshipping on the other side of the river, and his heart suddenly trembled: Is there really no competition?

That Song general personally led the dead soldiers forward to resist the enemy, this person was alone behind the bridge, then he must not be an ordinary Song person, this person must be a high-ranking official of the Song people, and it is very likely that he is the person in charge of this team. If he is, then, with so many people in a roundabout circle, avoiding the death trap they have laid, so that these people can escape, all these days of fighting wits and courage, is it true that they have never competed with each other?

A trace of resentment flashed in Brother Yeluxiu's eyes, that person not only fought against himself, but also fought with Empress Xiao and with hundreds of thousands of Khitan troops, he won, although he died, but the final result was: he won!

Many people on the other side of the river are still crying and worshipping, at such a close distance, if they suddenly order to release arrows, they will definitely be able to shoot some Song people, but ...... Is there any point in doing so at this time? The bridge is broken, and he still needs to take a knife? The scimitar snapped back into its scabbard, and Jeruxiu sighed and pulled his horse away.

At that moment, he heard a burst of exclamations...... No, not exclamations, cheers, bursts of cheers came and went, like roaring waves. The rivers and mountains are booming, how loud of cheers does this have to be heard? Yelu Hugo turned his horse in surprise, and when he looked back, he saw hundreds of people on the other side jumping up and cheering, but he didn't understand why the Song people on the other side were cheering.

At this time, some of his soldiers stood on the bank of the river and pointed to the river and shouted, and Jeruxiugo galloped back, looked at the river and couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

A person, holding the rope, was walking up from the river step by step, and the wolf tooth arrow on his shoulder was missing because of the collision or the rush of the river, and blood was spilling out from his shoulder. He pulled the half-submerged bridge cable out of the river, and was walking up the bridge deck covered in water. (The deck of the bridge was washed down by the water, and he had a hard time walking on the bridge.)

Without thinking about it, Jeruxiu took the bow in his hand, and put a carved feather on the string. All the Khitan warriors who stood by the river on their horses and horses looked sideways at their commanders, and the people on the other side raised their hearts to their throats.

Tang Yanyan, who was crying like a tearful person, suddenly saw Yang Hao walking out of the water, laughing and jumping for a while, and then noticed the movement on the other side, and couldn't help but be shocked, standing on the shore just to warn Yang Hao loudly.

Yang Hao was like standing on the bridge deck of a violent earthquake at this time, the turmoil was not very obvious to others, but he only knew that it was hard when he stood on the bridge, and if he didn't concentrate and grasp the bridge with all his strength, he couldn't stand at all, where could he notice what others were shouting.

If it rains for several days and the bow and arrow are damp or watered by rain, the bowstring and the place where the glue is used will not be used. But the quiver had a lid, and the bow was also protected in a cowhide holster all the way, and when it was taken out, it was only affected by this rain, and it was not very affected, so his arrows could still be used.

The strings are pulled apart, like a full moon. The arrow in Yelu Hugo's hand was steadily aimed at Yang Hao's vest.

The other side was silent, and after a moment there was a louder noise, and this time the wave was rushing towards Jeruxiugo, and all the people were roaring, but Jeruxiugo was unmoved, he only had the arrow in his eyes, and only that one person in his heart. Now as long as he let go, the man on the broken bridge will not survive, although the rain, the direction of the wind, and the wet carving will affect the accuracy of the arrow, but Yelu Hugo is still very sure that an arrow will pierce the heart and kill him.

The people on the other side stopped shouting, and the soldiers under Jerehugo did not shout and cheer, only the rumbling sound of the waterfall upstream could be heard. The man on the broken bridge didn't look back, and was still climbing up step by step, like walking on a half-submerged moon.

Jerecius saw him kick off his waterlogged boots, step barefoot on the bridge deck, and walk step by step towards the shore. The drizzle poured on his bow and arrows, and the white arrow feathers condensed into droplets, like the crystal tears of his daughter's family.

The bow is still like a full moon, and the four-stone hard bow is rare in the world to be able to maintain this posture motionless for so long, but Jeremy did it. His hand was steady, and he didn't seem to move, only moving slowly upwards as the figure of the man gradually climbed towards the shore. The more you get to the bridge, the less the vibration is, and the faster the man climbs.

At this moment, suddenly, several Song soldiers jumped off the bridge, crawled to the ground, held hands, and used their bodies to protect Yang Hao tightly in the middle. The bridge deck is sloping, they can't protect it so thoroughly, Yang Hao's head is still exposed, and Brother Yelu Xiu is still completely sure to shoot him. But he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw this scene, and then laughed out loud: the woman he fancied and the man he fancied were really worthy of being his opponent.

With laughter, he put the bow on his shoulder, and the arrow was thrown to the ground with a flutter.

"Let's go!" Without hesitation, he took the reins of his prancing horse and galloped towards the grassland. Three thousand iron horsemen turned their horses and followed, and the kung fu was carved, and there were no soldiers and horses on the other side, and there were no swords and guns.

Yang Hao climbed to the head of the bridge, only looked up, and countless hands stretched out to him, Yang Hao subconsciously raised his hand, and he didn't know who he was holding, and he was dragged ashore like a cloud. His feet touched the ground as soon as he heard a loud cheer. Countless people pounced on him and hugged him one by one, Yang Hao couldn't even see their faces clearly, he only felt that they were hugging so hard, and felt their full joy, so he also happily hugged ...... one by one, "Huh?" How is this one...... This hair, this pecs, this waist, this feel ......"

Subconsciously pinched the waist of the Sanruo brand bee that was as thin as willow, soft as boneless, and tender as tofu, and there was a coquettish cry in his ears, Yang Hao hurriedly flashed his eyes and looked at it, and two gorgeous colors were flying on the delicate face with tears in laughter and joy and anger, but it was not the old mother...... Yes...... Flames!