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In the Flying Kite Castle, blood splattered. ◆Www.◆+◆ Top +◆ Point +◆ Small +◆ Say,

Wei Dagong led nearly 500 horsemen, all of whom were selected from the elite of the Western Army.

Although Yang Keshi selected this part of the people and horses again, when it comes to horse warfare and even large-scale array field warfare, it is no longer as good as the elite who was previously under Xiao Yan's command and has been tempered by large-scale bloody battles.

However, the foundation of the Western Army was a decades-long offensive and defensive war along Hengshan and Western Xia.

Even if it is a cavalry army, it is also in the loess plateau of Shaanxi and Gansu to rush to fight, often dismount and fight on foot to seize one fort after another, and pull out one sentry after another. With the Western Xia military horses, it was more about fighting to the death around the key points of these mountain paths.

If the strong attack fails, they will sneak attack at night. The fighting methods of the two sides in the mountains are already too familiar to be more familiar.

Among the more than 500 horsemen, one hundred and ten Xiaorui were selected to come out, and when the defenders were unprepared, they suddenly touched and entered the fort, which was already sweeping at the beginning!

Hundreds of soldiers wearing half armor and not wearing scarves rushed into the fort. Just a silent conflict towards the firelight. Three or four people are a small team, as fast as tigers and leopards, only holding long knives, as long as they hit the figure, they will either cut or stab.

The drunken beards who sat by the campfire got up and tried to resist in a scream, but where was the time? Before they could find the blades, more than a dozen snow-bright long knives were slashing and chopping around them. These screams and screams turned into screams in the blink of an eye!

And Wei Dagong just took the lead, rushing towards the buildings in the fort with the brightest lights. More than twenty sergeants formed a sharp arrow formation and followed behind him. These more than 20 people. Except for long knives. Everyone also carried a crossbow on their backs. At this time, they all ripped off the crossbow machine, holding the crossbow machine upside down with a knife in one hand and the other hand, and the two wooden feather short arrows were bitten in their mouths, just following Wei Dagong's back towards the building where the real Jurchen was located!

The flames shook beside him, blood splattered in all directions, and screams tore through the night sky. The soldiers of the Song army were silently circling and attacking in the fort like night owls, burying their heads and slashing around the panicked miscellaneous beards!

The firelight shone on Wei Dagong's face, and the shaking shadow made the contours of his face look extraordinarily deep. And in his eyes, there is a lot of evil!

I didn't expect that this attack on this flying kite fort at night would be a success in one fell swoop!

In the middle of the building, a figure finally flew out.

This kind of core building in the fort was supposed to be in the shape of a small fortress. The stone platform is the bottom, and the rammed earth is the wall. Towering up two or three floors, it is like a watchtower-like shape.

And this watchtower can't open the windows, just open a number of holes, from which the arrows can be fired. And under the watchtowers, there should be a ditch. And then on top of the watchtowers on two or three floors. Then a tall watchtower was erected, which could be used for lookout in wartime. and used the banner to mobilize and command the defenders including the Flying Kite Fort and the Yamashita Military Village.

Such a building is naturally extremely uncomfortable to live in, damp and cold, and it is difficult for sunlight to enter. By this time, the watchtowers in the Flying Kite Fort had long been bulldozed, and the trenches had been filled in without traces. On the one-foot-high stone platform, what was built is purely the shape of the dwelling. There are doors and windows, and the defense is close to zero.

When Wei Dagong rushed closer, the building was quiet, and those Jurchen Tartars were no better than the scattered miscellaneous beards after all, and when they found that something was wrong outside, they immediately extinguished the lights and looked for blades and armor everywhere in the building. Get ready to rush out and fight to the death with the attacking enemy!

When Wei Dagong approached, these Jurchen Tartars were almost wearing armor and holding soldiers, and then the gate opened suddenly, and several figures flew out!

In the firelight, Wei Dagong saw that these figures were half-naked daughters of the Han family, and they were thrown out by the Jurchen Tartars. If the enemy first shoots a burst of bows and crossbows, let these poor daughters be shields first!

Wei Dagong stepped back suddenly, holding a knife in his hand, and shouted: "Wind up!" ”

The subordinates who formed a sharp arrow formation behind him immediately spread out to both sides, recognized the arrow into the groove, stepped on the crossbow at their feet, and bent down to wind. It's three points faster than usual!

Several women's figures fell to the ground, motionless in the night. Apparently he didn't live before. Wei Dagong didn't care about their lives at all, and just looked at those few houses with wide eyes.

And the beast-like shouts also burst out, and more than a dozen Jurchen Tartars, from the door and window, wearing armor, holding their blades, red eyes and spitting wine rushed out.

The person who took the lead was the Jurchen Pu Liyan who guarded the Flying Kite Castle, and between his actions, he limped, but he roared the most fiercely and pounced the hardest!

This Puliyan was wounded in the leg in the previous battle, and he had quite a lot of military achievements, so he stayed in the Flying Kite Fort and temporarily maintained the situation. It was a reward for him.

Who could have imagined that when tens of thousands of Song troops were defeated in the Weishui River Valley, and tens of thousands of Song troops were firmly blocked in the east. The Jurchen Western Route Army was galloping across the eastern half of the river, moving forward, and even going straight into Shaanxi. The Flying Kite Fort, which is like the safety of Mount Tai, was suddenly attacked by the enemy!

In the middle of the night, he covered up silently, killing the miscellaneous Hu outside screaming for a long time, without the slightest ability to resist, this incoming enemy is still elite!

What is the result of losing the Flying Kite Castle, this Pryan is very clear. At this time, if you can't repel these incoming enemies, it is a cheap thing to die.

When this Pu Liyan rushed out desperately despite his leg injury, what caught his eye was a young Southern Dynasty general in front of him, sneering at him. And then suddenly he was short.

Behind him, there was already a row of powerful crossbows raised, and then the sound of teeth wrenching together. Dozens of stars in the firelight suddenly swelled in front of me!

A louder scream suddenly rang out. That Jurchen Puliyan was the only one with four or five arrows. The crossbow machine refined by the Song army fired at such a close distance, and there was almost no false shot!

Even though he was wearing armor, he was still pierced by the short arrows of the wooden feather dotted steel clusters. Several Jurchen Tartars who rushed out of the left line either suddenly fell to the ground by half a short margin, or fell backwards. But the Jurchen Pu Liyan froze on the spot, staring blankly at the few small holes in his chest, and blood suddenly splattered out from between these small holes.

After a row of arrows, all the Song soldiers threw away their crossbows and drew their swords and stepped forward. And Wei Dagong's body was already as tense as a bowstring, and at this time, a lightning flash popped out, and a long knife slashed. Pu Liyan's head suddenly rose to the sky with a rain of blood!

Accompanied by the rain of blood, Wei Dagong roared angrily: "Let it go!" ”

All the sergeants responded loudly, whether they were rushing towards the Jurchen Tartars in front of them or desperately besieging Zahu. In the midst of such an angry roar, all the mustaches let out was a desperate cry, and some even knelt down and kowtowed desperately to beg for their lives. And the Jurchen Tartars, inside and outside the building, made the sound of a beast dying and struggling!

The Song army soldiers kept pouring up, blocking the door and window, as long as there were Jurchen Tartars who wanted to rush out to kill, they were desperately slashing and stabbing with knives. The rest of the people picked up the crossbow machine and wound it, and shot indiscriminately into the house.

The two sides pushed back and forth at the door, and the Song soldiers were constantly stabbed by the spears that came out of the doors and windows. And immediately there were fighters who filled their places. And the rest of the archers used the time their brothers had bought with their lives to keep winding and shooting their crossbow arrows into the already bloody building!

Zahu's resistance is nearing the end, and these drunken and completely unprepared Zahu's combat power is really not high. After being surrounded and killed, nearly half of the casualties were killed in a blink of an eye, and those who were lucky not to die were still climbing the fortress wall and fleeing, for fear that the killing god behind him would chase after him. And some of the thoughts that really can't escape are a little more sporadic than others, just kneeling on the ground and begging for their lives, and they can't stop kowtowing like pounding garlic.

And the Song army didn't have time to clean them up for a while, just one or two people watched them with swords, and the rest of the people and others were desperately rushing towards the building where the Jurchen Tartars were based.

These miscellaneous people watched dumbfounded as Song Jun fired arrows around the building, and watched the two sides slash and stab each other at the openings of doors and windows. The shouts of killing on both sides shook the sky!

Wei Dagong pounced forward several times, but was forced back. I have to say that although the Jurchen Tartars guarding here made mistakes in guarding the sentry on weekdays, they were forced into such a desperate situation, and they still fought and resisted to the end.

Seeing that Song Jun couldn't grab it for a while, the Jurchen Tartars who were fighting the trapped beasts in the house shouted even more, all shouting in Jurchen language. The more you fight, the more ferocity it stimulates!

Just as the shouts full of Jurchen words, I heard a woman's sharp voice sound: "Master Jun, set fire!" ”

The sound of the clashing of blades was loud, the shouts of killing were fierce, and the shouts of the wounded were heartbreaking. Around the bloody building, there was a frenzied noise. Even if you want to give orders, you need someone to pull your voice.

But in the midst of this frenzy, this woman's clear and sharp voice actually reached the ears of every Song Army soldier present!

This girl's voice, when she is peaceful, and between her lover's whispering, it should be delicate and tactful, and she is weak. But at this moment, it is indescribably sharp and resolute, and it has the meaning of three points of prayer!

How many people's eyes turned to Wei Dagong, and Wei Dagong's face was as tight as iron, and he shook his head heavily: "Throw all the torches into it!" Fuck it! ”

How many sergeants rushed to the campfire, and threw the burning torches at the besieged building like a rain of fire from the sky.

Sparks splashed everywhere, and the Jurchen Tartars were burned by this rain of fire and screamed!

Spears blocked doors and windows and stabbed desperately, preventing a Jurchen Tartar from clashing out. The ballista machine is still radiating. Torches kept falling, and the wooden building burst into flames in an instant. And the Jurchen Tartars, who were blocked at the door and couldn't come out of the conflict, were burned by the fire, and in the blink of an eye, they burned like human torches!

The flames were blazing and rising into the sky. Illuminate the night sky.

And Wei Dagong solemnly dressed himself and bowed to the fire. (To be continued......)

ps: In the hospital codeword, the efficiency is very low. It's still past twelve o'clock, and I ask the readers to continue to Haihan............