Wrapped in a bare leather robe, Yang De walked through the snow with a bit of a wolf, and his destination was to climb to the top of the mountain in front of him. This article was written by......

Today the snow has stopped, the sun rarely poked its head out of the stratus clouds, shining the surrounding ice and snow a shining dazzling, in the era of no PM2.5, today's visibility is unprecedentedly high, people with good eyesight, standing on the commanding heights, can even see the movement within a radius of more than ten miles.

The sunlight reflected too brightly on the snow, and Yang had to wear an eye patch made of a horse's tail to prevent snow blindness, panting and just climbing upwards.

As a native of Yunnei and a soldier assigned to the sentry camp, he should have led the way in front, but for some reason, he could only follow behind slowly.

The reason for this is very simple, Yang De is nearly two meters tall, with a thick skeleton, long hands and long feet, and two palms stretched out like two pu fans. After climbing most of the mountain, the people in front of him were so tired that they were panting like pulling the bellows, and although Yang De was dragging behind, he was not tired at all.

It's just because he doesn't want to exert any effort at all.

Yang De's family was originally a generation of Liao people in Xijing Datong Mansion under the Han people, and the previous generation of Liao emperor Yelu Hongji ruled the leather room army, and part of its head was in the area of Xijing Datong Mansion. In addition to plundering the plastered land around Datong Mansion in Xijing, these emperor's leather army at that time also used the people who were attached to the land as their subordinates. Since then, Yang De's family has been a semi-slave under the military tent of the leather room.

Although Yang De has always been half-starved and half-hungry since he was born, he doesn't know why he has grown so big. He had a lot of strength—he didn't even know how big it was, but the farm work was sparse. I just can't manipulate these delicate tasks. However, they have a shortage of farms and animals. Unexpectedly, this big man can pull a plow against two oxen.

With such a strength. The person in charge of the farm looked at Yang De differently, and found a woman with a tumor in her neck to be his daughter-in-law. There are people in the family who cook and wash, and the mother and son are still doing the work, although the days are still very hard, but they are barely a family. For Yang De, who has always been taciturn and can't beat a sullen fart with three sticks, it is already a rare warmth. In this lower grange, the plough of a lifetime of being a cow and a horse-drawn plow is not straight for him.

But it was the end of the world. This pitiful pursuit is not left to the people. The Jurchens rose, and the whirlwind destroyed the Liao State. Those old men of the leather room army who were supported by the Han people and had been powerful all their lives were simply vulnerable to the Jurchen Tartars on the battlefield. The Jurchen Western Route Army entered the area of Datong Mansion in Xijing, and the local ruling system also collapsed, and the chaotic army rose in all directions, looting and slaughtering everywhere.

Yang De's daughter-in-law died first, and his son who was born was born with a big head, a big face, a big slap and a big foot, and he was born with eight pounds. It's exactly the same as Yang De. The Jurchen Tartars suddenly passed by and burned them casually. The daughter-in-law and son were burned to death in the house along with their son. Yang De Laozi picked up a dung fork to protect his daughter-in-law and grandson, but was also easily killed by the Jurchen Tartars.

Yang De was listening to Zhuangtou's order to carry the grain to the field and hide it, and rushed back like crazy when he saw the fire, only to see that his tattered home had been burned to the ground, and there were the charred corpses of three relatives who used to talk and laugh.

Yang De picked up the millstone at the entrance of the village and chased it out, but he only saw the Jurchen Tartars galloping away and rolling up the smoke and dust, and vaguely saw a few ugly money rat tails swaying in the smoke and dust.

The frightened Zhuang Tou asked everyone to flee for their lives, and Yang De alone pulled a big car from Zhuang Tou's house, loaded with the old lady and a little rations, a few bare board leather jackets and other rags, and fled south with a large group of refugees.

On the way, the old lady was sick and starved to death, and Yang had to pile a grave on the side of the road, but now he couldn't cry. There was a big empty piece in my heart, and I didn't know what I had to do to fill it.

He continued to follow the refugees who died all the way, and ended up being sheltered in a local dock fort. It was also the lord of the Dock Fort, who was actually the patriarch of a small village where the tribes lived in the original place, who took a fancy to Yang De's bear-like physique, and wanted to keep him as a good hand in the Dock Fort, which would come in handy when guarding against bandits and horse thieves.

Unexpectedly, Yang had to eat as much as three or four ordinary big men, and hundreds of catties of stone mills could be easily manipulated. But when it came time to make a move, they walked around with their heads buried, and several times a small group of horse thieves attacked their dock fort, Yang De shrank on the wall, holding his head silently.

In troubled times, food is already in short supply, how can such a waste be raised? When he was about to beat Yang De away, wherever he starved to death. The Fuliao army entered Yunnei and recruited strong and elite people in the dock forts that could be controlled everywhere, and that family just beat Yang De over.

Yang De didn't say anything, and let him do whatever he wanted. His physique and strength were really dazzling, and the junior officer in charge of recruitment in the Fuliao Army took a fancy to it at a glance, and he didn't have time to practice it yet. The war in Yunnei broke out again, Yue Fei went north, and Wang Gui ordered the selection of elites from local backgrounds to be incorporated into Yue Fei's army as guides and sentries.

Yang De is big, strong, and listens to orders - he does what others say, and he doesn't say a word on weekdays. He escaped all the way from Xijing Datong Mansion, and of course he was selected into Yue Fei's army as the most suitable elite. No one knew that this big man was a good man, and whoever troubled him was to squat on the ground with his head in his hands, and let others kick and beat him.

For Yang De, it is nothing more than another change of owner, and no matter who follows him, he doesn't feel anything. In other words, he has lost his sense of the world, and there is nothing left in his heart except the empty space that can never be filled.

He walked slowly upwards for a while, when he heard a sound above his head, and a sergeant in leather armor hurriedly stepped back again. This sergeant was born in Zhulu, Shaanxi, and his hometown is close to Hengshan. Although it has been several years since he left his hometown in Shaanxi, the two blushes on his black face that only old Shaanxi had have not dissipated until now.

He is about the same age as Yang De, both in his early thirties, and he is also very stout and sturdy, and he can be called a big man on weekdays. But in front of Yang De's size, he is simply petite.

He gasped and said to Yang De, "Ancestor." You'd rather hurry! How much sin did we make to put such a living treasure on you? On weekdays, we eat the rations of the four of us. I don't know how much slower I do than others. I thought he was a good soldier. I really went through this experience to know that it was a muddy soft egg! Hurry up and go to the heights to see how far we are from Yingzhou City Fortress in this chaotic mountain! ”

Yang De didn't raise his eyelids, but he still maintained his slow movements, and he didn't care at all.

The sergeant was so angry that he was about to come out and nod his head, but there was nothing he could do. Came all the way afar, with such a living treasure, and fought and fought. Scolding and scolding. But for the big man, he listened to the scolding him expressionlessly, and when he was angry, he pumped the back of the knife, and the strength that was enough to beat a strong man down on weekdays fell on him as if nothing happened. It also shook my own hands and hurt. He squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, and fought whatever you wanted.

And he didn't want a blade or armor, but just wore his daughter-in-law's own hand-made leather jacket that was sewn out with his own hands and lost his hair. If it was originally recruited for Wang Gui and them, and there was no armor to arm him, now the Shenwu Changsheng Army has not seen its own good goods delivered to the door. What kind of battle can you fight without blades and armor?

Don't greet him when eating. He is hungry, and will not beg for food. Straight eyes look north. This is true for two or three meals. I really can't bear to let such a big man starve to death and call him over, and one meal can be worth four or five others. The army is full of pot-bellied men, and looking at his appetite, he is scared like a toad that has been beaten by thunder.

But he is not a fool, if you ask him where he goes, he can tell you slowly, where this road leads now, and where it will take a few days. If it weren't for this use, I really wanted to spend some effort to admit the punishment this time, turn around and send him back.

The sergeant had been dealing with Yang De's rammer for a long time, and his cultivation was much better unconsciously. At the moment, he could still hold back his anger, took out a wine gourd from his arms and handed it over: "Running out of strength?" Or is it cold? If it's cold, block the wine first, and if you're hungry, just endure it. Find a hidden place to regenerate the fire and burn the hot soup, and eat cold dry food in this weather, which is a sin. ”

Yang De didn't refuse, took the wine gourd and ripped off the frozen stopper, and had to toss for a long time if he changed others. With a sip, he almost half a gourd, and the sergeant grinned in distress.

The sergeant snatched the wine gourd back and shoved it into his arms, but pulled out a treasured treasure in his arms.

It is a talisman for children to ward off evil spirits in the temple.

The Liao people believed in Buddhism more than the Song people, and the number of Buddhist temples was far more than that of the Song people. What are the names of nobles, Bodhisattva slaves, Guanyin slaves, and the like abound. Yang De's rural area also has a rather magnificent Buddhist temple, and the living enjoyment of the little novice is no worse than that of the village under their head.

Yang De's son was born, and under the leadership of his mother Laozi, he presented Song Qian with almost 100 Wen who didn't know how long he had been accumulating, and invited such a talisman to ward off evil spirits. This talisman needs to be placed on people with strong yang energy, which can ensure that children can drive away evil spirits and grow up safely.

The sergeant saw that Yang De's gaze fell on this talisman and hurriedly stuffed it back. Maybe it was because he thought of his son, and his original eager expression eased a lot, and he said casually: "That little debt collector in my family, when he sent out the army, he was less than a month, and he always had night terrors. I have no choice but to take a walk in front of the Buddha -- I don't accept money, I have pure copper, I don't raise my eyelids, and I will go out twice in exchange for this treasure! said that it was fostered to the person who was heavy on yang and evil, I thought about it, straight mother thief, who has a man who sent troops to release horses? The snoring in the pile of sleeping dead people is louder than the other, if there is any demon coming at me, don't look for my son! I don't dare to hold those little arms and legs, for fear that I will break if I exert myself! ”

When it comes to his son, the sergeant can't stop a little. Yang De also listened stupidly. But the head of the man who walked in front couldn't help it, and turned around and scolded: "Jiang Broken mouth, the straight lady thief is dragging this ramming goods up!" ”

The sergeant with the nickname Jiang Broken Mouth answered, and simply dragged Yang De to climb up. On weekdays, he can't say anything Yang De, but today Yang De has quickened his pace and kept up with his degree.

Jiang Shazui didn't feel the change in this ramming, and continued to chant while pulling him up, unable to stop at all. As the elite of the old army, every time he goes out on an expedition, he treats his own family as if he is dead, and the outpost has always been a job with a high casualty rate. But this son has been thinking hard from beginning to end.

“………… I am a lonely man, confronting the border military village with the western thieves. Who hasn't died in their family? A brother like me is dead. I don't know how many sisters have married far away. Niang Laozi died early again. How many generals have changed, who cares if you have a family? If you can close the salary to the letter, it is enough for you to go to a kiln............ In that place in Shaanxi, everything is more expensive than other places! Speaking of a daughter-in-law, I can't make up enough for this food. And how to give a home to your daughter-in-law? It doesn't matter if you fight with your life one by one, you will bury where you die. Anyway, our Shaanxi men's lives are not worth much, and those birds will go up to spill blood to death, just like splashing water! I'll tell you. More than 100,000 Shaanxi men sent troops a few years ago, from Jiangnan to Yanjing City, what kind of bird boy is handsome, more than half of them were casually lost, how many can return to their hometowns?

………… It's followed the current Xiao Xianmo - no, it's time to call King Yan. But I think of us soldiers. Although the battle was more bitter, King Yan was able to stand on the front line and fight with our soldiers! And you see, this armor, this blade. This mount, this food. The one who gave the Lord to us soldiers is so complete? The food is down. Half of it is done at home. Anyway, it's still the same sentence, our lives of the poor soldiers in Shaanxi are not worth anything! We worked hard to lay down Yanjing for Zhao Guan's family, saying that it was in Bianliang to transfer the capital to the access control army, but before the butt was hot, we rushed to Hedong! Guarding the borderland, to set up a camp, to buy belongings, the straight lady thief is nothing, and the king of Yan has to run a ball market in Bianliang for us to make up! Anyway, just that sentence, except for King Yan who treats us, in the eyes of other nobles, our soldiers are mud on the soles of our feet!

………… I didn't expect to go to Hedong, and there were good things. King Yan is really a living bodhisattva, in addition to working hard to raise the army and set up a large camp. I also allocated a sum of money to us to start a family! It is not as good as following the bird of King Yan from Zhuozhou, and when it comes to me, there are also thirty times. Plus a house built in the Ulju camp! With this, I said that the servant girls released by a few people's homes are not yellow flower girls, but what else can we poor soldiers want? Not to mention that my daughter-in-law still has dozens of belongings with her! It's also quick to get started. I was guarding the Yanmen camp, and the lord was given a fake return to Ulzhou to marry, from front to back to ten days, I was deep ploughing and ploughing day and night, to say that I was really good marksmanship, my daughter-in-law brought it! I was born shortly before I sent out the army, and I had time to go back and take a look, it's really my son, and it's me who has these eyebrows and eyes! I breathed a sigh of relief, you don't know that those birds in the camp are jealous of me, and those words that are sandwiched between them make me panic for a while............

………… If the son has it, he will have to go on the expedition. What else to say? My family was given by King Yan. What happened to the sale of this life to King Yan? We are military men who have a conscience better than those nobles. I really can't go back, anyway, when my daughter-in-law was pregnant with my son, Ulzhou Daying took care of the food, and when I was born, I used the money in the public to ask for a stable wife. I don't have to my daughter-in-law for half a snack, go back and take a look, it's as fat as a ball, although I can't get a baby, and it's cool to hold the meat. But I have a conscience, and after my daughter-in-law left me, I won't go to the kiln no matter how hot I am! There is nothing left of the money accumulated on his body, and he leaves it all for his daughter-in-law. I also explained, if I can't go back, the Shenwu Changsheng Army is still there, and I can go to Sima in the army every month to receive two pieces of Wen and five buckets of food, and my son will grow up, and I will pay for the army! My daughter-in-law hugged me and cried like nothing, and the old man couldn't see this, so he left without saying it.

………… When I didn't have a home, I experienced a lot of wars, and I didn't feel anything. The Lord has an order, and he goes up and fights. I only care about how many deductions I have for my monthly salary. Seeing the piles of dead people in the war, I didn't think it had anything to do with it. Now that King Tuoyan is blessed, he has a family and a son, so he thinks more............ The thieves and our Shaanxi men have been fighting for decades, and every family has been dead from generation to generation. The lord is exploited on weekdays, and he doesn't care about our lives during the war, not to mention those bird ministers, even if he is the commander of the Marquis of Dutou, he also wants to fight and kill, but our Shaanxi men are not people who have gritted their teeth and died for decades? Aren't you afraid that the thieves will come in and destroy our home, rob our daughters-in-law, and kill our sons?

………… Now the western thief is not much of a toss, and the more powerful Jurchen Tartar is up again. There were only a thousand people who went south that time, and they turned a large area into a white field, and I don't know how many people died! Can I watch the Jurchen Tartars rush in like this and destroy my home? The other generals are useless, and the Liao people who have no success in fighting are out of control. Fortunately, we still have a Yan King in the Great Song Dynasty! He is kind to us, and he is a good man with ability. As long as you don't die, you will follow King Yan to fight for a lifetime! ”

Not a long journey. This Jiang Sha's mouth said quickly and quickly. It's a lot of crackling. Yang has to know Chinese. However, Jiang Sha's mouth was strong, and Yang De didn't understand much about it.

However, in Jiang Shazui's words, the concern for the son who was born and the care for the family behind him are common in the nature of the Han people. Yang De felt it completely.

As a nation, the Han people are industrious and simple, thinking of their family and caring for their families, and revering their ancestors. Filial piety to elders. In the catastrophe of thousands of years of civilization exhibition, how many nations have disappeared. And the Han people relied on such a national character to survive and continue with difficulty.

From home to country, from country to world. This is the foundation of Han civilization. In times of crisis, people with lofty ideals emerge in an endless stream, and it is because of the roots in this national nature that they stand up to protect one family after another, protect the country formed by the convergence of one family after another, and guard the civilization formed by such a family from generation to generation!

Even if there are failures. There is a cliff mountain sunset, and 100,000 people go to the sea. There was the fall of Nanjing in the Southern Ming Dynasty. The so-called nobles who knelt on the ground and begged to surrender to the foreign conquerors.

But after the defeat, the spirit of civilization was still burned. A gentleman's revenge, a hundred generations is still possible, what about the third world? No matter whether it is a hundred years or hundreds of years, there will always be heroes who will have the spirit of this civilization. There is Huaiyou's reckless rise in cloth, and since 1840, all the heroic souls have shed tears in the words that stood up!

Yang De, who was born as a half-slave under the head of the Liao people, naturally couldn't think of so much. He only felt what he could feel in Jiang's broken mouth.

The heart that only felt empty finally moved.

I...... I used to have a son, too............

I...... I didn't keep them............

What am I going to do, what am I going to do?

Just when Jiang was still talking proudly, Yang De finally woke up a little from the dead state of mind of the tree, when he heard a loud shout from the top of his head: "Jurchen Tartar!" ”

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Between the mountains, on top of a peak. The Shenwu Changsheng Army outpost climbed up from the south. The Jurchen patrol climbed up from the north. The mountain peak here is facing a winding mountain road, standing here, you can see the path for more than ten miles. So both patrols left their mounts at the bottom of the hill to climb up to reconnoitre. It just crashed into one place!

Jiang Shazui and Yang De looked up and saw more than a dozen Jurchen Tartars emerging from the ridge line and facing the Song soldiers. The sergeants on both sides were panting, and their faces were torn out by the cold wind. They are all sturdy and elite warriors. Both sides were stunned for a moment, but they roared at the same time, waving their blades at each other to meet each other!

The battle suddenly exploded on this mountain, and both sides could be sharp whistles, and they were both elites in the army. Even if they were caught off guard this time, they almost reacted at the same time. For a while, two or three pairs of sergeants stabbed each other's bodies at the same time, and then fell down together!

Jiang Shazui also roared angrily, dropped Yang De, pulled out his blade and pounced. A Jurchen Tartar crossed the ridge of the mountain and swooped down condescendingly. A long knife in his hand stabbed Jiang Shazui's chest with momentum.

Jiang Shazui is an old pawn who has fought an old battle, and he will be clean in a flash. A sharp sword in his hand had already been drawn, and his arm was withdrawn, and the sword was only half exposed at his side. One inch is short and one inch is dangerous, and at the same time as the fit catches up, a sword stabs at the chest and abdomen of the Jurchen Tartar!

This choice of position shows the ability of the old pawn, there is no rib protection between the chest and abdomen, and if you stir it with a sword, you will definitely lose your combat effectiveness even if you don't die for a while. Jiang Shazui had even made preparations to abandon the sword to prevent this Jurchen Tartar from dying and entangled. Anyway, he still has an iron bone on his shoulder, which is enough to fight again.

The Jurchen Tartar also reacted very quickly, and he lost the long knife when he let go, anyway, he still occupied his hand if he didn't come back, what's the use? The splitter slapped Jiang into the mouth and stabbed the long sword. With a soft click, the Jurchen Tartar lost two fingers. But the sword also sank, and only slid over the Jurchen Tartar's thigh. Then the two of them collided together, and with the help of the Jurchen Tartar of the momentum, Jiang Shazui was knocked into it. The two of them rolled twice and crashed into a boulder and stopped, and the Jurchen Tartar was turning over on it, and the fur hat on top of his head also fell off, revealing a scalp with a little stubble. And that disgusting money rat tail. The sharp pain in his fingers only aroused his ferocity. Reach out and touch the ground. Grab a pointed stone, lift it and smash it down on Jiang Shazui's head!

Jiang Shazui struggled hard, but this Jurchen Tartar was also a strong man, with several layers of leather robes on his body, plus all kinds of bits and pieces, and a leather armor weighing one hundred and seventy or eighty pounds, where could he be pushed away for a while? And this team of Shenwu Changsheng Army patrol guards is less than twenty people, and the Jurchen patrol posts that have poured up are seven or eight more than them. is already at a disadvantage, where is there anyone who can help Jiang Shazui?

The scuffle between them struggled. It was close to Yang De's side. And Yang De was motionless from the beginning, staring blankly at the birth of a qiē in front of him.

Until I saw the money rat tail that had fallen off its fur hat and was exposed.

Just like the few that were faintly seen in the smoke and dust that day.

In the midst of the fire, the daughter-in-law who knelt down and fulfilled her mother's last duty of protection. The old father who was decayed but picked up a dung fork to resist and was hacked to death. An old mother who died of starvation on the way to escape.

There is also the child who pinned all the hopes and happiness of this Liao head and half-slave family.

My ............ Son.

This strong man, who was tall and powerful, but had always been cowardly and incompetent, finally felt that something was bursting in his empty chest.

Avenge!

If you don't protect it, then you have to take revenge! Covered in blood, he got up and threw himself at his enemy. Defeat them, kill them. Reclaim what you lost. And then stand up to the sky again!

The root of this nation is to guard. It's a continuation. There may be failures, but after defeat, there is revenge! A gentleman's revenge, a hundred generations is still possible, what about the third world?

This revenge is not the reverse of slaughter and destruction, but once again stand up with dignity and regain what you have lost from the hands of the enemy!

This bloodiness has been flowing in the blood of the Han nation, ten generations and hundreds of generations, and it will never be extinguished! Even at some point, some nobles have forgotten the bloodiness of this nation's bloodline, lost their self-confidence, and let the nation's luck go to the lowest level. But someone will always stand up, continue to guard, and continue to take revenge!

At the turn of the two Song Dynasty, when the nobles who were in charge of this powerful and wealthy empire forgot this bloody nature and this responsibility. In this time and space, with Xiao Yan, there are these good men who are gathered under his command, willing to fight to protect their home and country, and willing to fight to the death for revenge!

For Yang De at this moment, it's just that this strong man finally knows that he wants to simply take revenge.

This strong man, who was nearly two meters tall, reached the side of the two people who were scuffling together as soon as he took a step, and pulled the Jurchen Tartar with one hand. The Jurchen Tartar had used all his strength to press Jiang Shazui, and suddenly felt as if there was a giant spirit god pulling him behind him, and he was easily pulled to a height of a few feet, but he couldn't struggle anymore when he danced with his hands and feet, and he was like a baby when he was carrying his giant man, and fiddling with him was like fiddling with a baby!

Yang De went up with his other hand, spun the Jurchen Tartar into an upside-down onion posture under his head and feet, and slammed his head on the big stone next to him without pause, and with a muffled sound, his brain was suddenly covered with stones. This fierce and skilled Jurchen Tartar elite who almost died in his hands was almost killed by Jiang Shazui, and he died at once.

Yang De casually threw down the dead body, and didn't look at Jiang Shazui, who had escaped death and was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he couldn't react for a while, he glanced left and right, and his eyes suddenly fell on a small tree that had lost all its leaves. Strode up to the small tree, which was the thickness of a bowl, and folded it hard, but the creaking sound of the tree's fibers breaking did not break for a while. Yang had to hug hard and kick again. In winter, the trees are dry and brittle, and the strength of this foot cracks apart. Yang De used the weapon of the great wolf in the later generations, and rushed towards the top of the mountain in a big stride, which was several times faster than the slow appearance before, and his huge body was like a war elephant charging!

Jiang Shazui looked at the birth in front of him in a daze, and it was easy to react, support himself to get up, and shouted with all his strength: "All heads, let the brothers dodge!" ”

With Jiang Shatter's mouth screaming, Yang De finally roared, rumbling as if the whole mountain was trembling in this roar of revenge!

Du Tou, who led this patrol team, was fighting with two Jurchen Tartars, and he had already brought several wounds and was trying his best to support it. Hearing the terrifying roar behind him, he glanced back in his hurry. Suddenly, the long sword in his hand swung with all his might, and then he flew down as if flying. Then I felt the wind blowing overhead. It was Yang De who arrived, and the trunk of the tree with a thickness of four or five meters at the mouth of the bowl swept over fiercely. The two Jurchen Tartars couldn't retreat at all within such a large attack range. can only desperately swing the blade to catch up. Hit it down. Sawdust flew all over the sky, and two long knives slashed deep into the trunk of the tree, and before they could cut it quickly, the trunk pressed the knife back and slammed it into them.

The two Jurchen Tartars flew out without a snort, and then fell heavily. I only feel that the internal organs have been displaced, and the blood is spurting wildly without money. Where can you still struggle for a while?

The leader of the team reacted very quickly, and he turned over and jumped up. With a swing of the sword, he slashed directly at the two Jurchen Tartars who fell to the ground, and one sword was counted in a blink of an eye. At this time, he gasped and looked back, Yang De had already stepped on the mountain and staggered and ran towards the other Jurchen Tartars. His own sons and daughters got out of the way to let Yang Dewao, and the trunk of the tree was danced by him vigorously, and in the blink of an eye, he put down four or five Jurchen Tartars.

Suddenly, when such a strong man like a giant spirit god joined the battle group, the Jurchen Tartars were immediately in chaos. The two sides met in a hurry, and they were not allowed to fight in formation, and Yang De, a guy with personal bravery, could wield it to the maximum. In an instant, the occupation was reversed, and these patrols of the Shenwu Ever-Victorious Army were all elite soldiers, how could they not know that they were cheap. Follow Yang De's momentum and fight. For a while, there were screams on the top of the mountain, and the Jurchen Tartars were killed and injured all over the place. The rest also know that they can't resist. Those who climbed with a roll retreated down the mountain. The Shenwu Changsheng sergeant with the crossbow machine picked up the crossbow and wound it, followed the pursuit, and left a few more lives.

There was a loud bang, but it was Yang De's trunk that was finally broken on a Jurchen tartar. The head couldn't help but think: "Why does this ramming thing of the straight lady thief not need a blade?" Even if the camp is in time to bring him an iron rod. With this, other heavy-armored people can't afford to have three layers of armor, and this rammed goods can withstand five layers of armor, and the two armies are facing each other, isn't it possible to rush away from any formation? ”

Then he reacted again, the straight lady thief is still fighting! Immediately tore open the broken gong throat, and beckoned to the last few sons who were still cleaning up and couldn't escape the Jurchen Tartar fight: "Leave two alive!" ”

Yang De finally dropped the trunk of the tree, turned his head and walked down the mountain again, and he didn't know what to say for a while. Along the way, I was angry with this ramming, Wufu didn't pay so much attention to it, beat him and scolded him several times, and he was hungry a few times. Looking at Yang De's majesty just now, Rao is head and body felt cold on his back after a hundred battles.

The straight lady thief won't fight back, right? In my hands, the western thieves, Liaogou and Tartars have a lot of lives, and the army fights only to wait for leisure. But it's really a little cold on the back of this rammed goods............

Yang De walked down a distance, and carried Jiang Shazui, who was still dizzy, on his shoulder. Jiang Shazui was startled: "Rammer............ What are you doing, you bird? ”

Yang Dewen said angrily: "You have a son, you can't die." If you are injured, you will be born and raised, and I will carry you away. ”

Jiang Shazui couldn't struggle down in front of so many brothers being carried on his shoulders, he only felt that he had lost his face, and he couldn't help but feel hot again when he wanted to scold a few words, sighed and simply lay on Yang De's shoulders honestly.

The short battle on the hilltop battlefield has ended, and the two Jurchen Tartars who were swept down by Yang De and were still vomiting blood were held down by several sergeants and were turning over ropes and tying them up. Others were either tending to the dead and wounded of their own brethren or mending the swords of other Jurchen Tartars. Someone sat on the ground and gasped heavily. Every time he confronts the Jurchen Tartars, Rao is such a strong army with a divine martial arts and a victorious army, which is a great burden!

There are still a few Jurchen Tartars who have reached the halfway point of the mountain with rolling and climbing, and there are only a few small spots left.

Du Tou took a few breaths, deliberately bypassed Yang De, who was still carrying Jiang Sha's mouth, and walked to the two Jurchen Tartars who were being held down on the left and right, and looked around with a hesitation: "Who will speak Tartar words?" Ask which one they are? ”

One of the sergeants silently patted Du's head and shoulders, pointing north.

At the foot of the mountain, it is the winding mountain road, a military horse, heading north. With the scale of hundreds of horsemen, plus auxiliary troops such as the cangtou bullet pressure of the accompanying army, the black pressure crowded this narrow mountain road.

Immediately, the knight was stout and sturdy, and he could feel the fierce and fierce aura of the army from a distance.

It was the Jurchen army.

The Jurchen army in Yingzhou had already moved south. Or even the main force of the Jurchen army from far away from Xijing Datong Mansion!

Du Tou turned around and gritted his teeth and ordered: "How can the straight lady thief save the lives of these two Tartars!" Return to the camp and report the military situation to the general! (To be continued......)

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