On the last earthen rampart on the south bank, the commander of the garrison, who was in charge of commanding the defenders, spat a mouthful of bloody spit. He shook his head with difficulty.

In the gaps in the armor leaves on his body, seven or eight feathered arrows were thrown at him. The left arm was not completely covered, and an armor-piercing cone was deeply submerged, and the commander of the whole room casually broke the shaft of the arrow, and then pulled a piece of dirty linen cloth and wrapped it casually.

The pain of this kind of sharp weapon injury is not obvious, but after excessive bleeding, the injury is numb after being hit with a blunt object. It was as if his right arm had suddenly become ten times heavier. It was only when he waved that there were bursts of swelling pain, almost completely exhausted.

On the second earthen rampart not far in front of him, the tide of the Jurchen armored cavalry had almost completely submerged the defenders. When climbing over the earthen barrier, many girls fell off their horses, struggled again, and occupied the top and bottom of the earthen barrier like ants. Wielding his blade and shouting to kill.

And more Jurchen armor riders who have never fallen off their horses kicked the horse's belly hard after crossing the earthen barrier. It was almost frenzied to pick up the speed of the horse again and attack the last line of defense.

These Liaodong horses were also so tired that their fur was covered with sweat, foaming at the mouth and nose, and screaming in mourning, and they were forced by the crazy master to put out their last horsepower and continue to attack the third earthen barrier!

One after another, the Jurchen Mouke black flags appeared, either pouring up the earthen ramparts, or waving in the back.

Under such a frenzy, a few flaming red helmets are still like a faint fire that burns tenaciously and unyieldingly in the boundless darkness!

In the midst of the wild howls of the Jurchen language, in the neighing of the long voices of the war horses. In the midst of the sound of metal and flesh colliding.

There is still the roar of Han'er and the sound of battle!

Beside the commander of the Xiangdu, along the last earthen rampart, the only remaining soldiers of the Song army spread out into a line. Facing the torrent surging in front of you.

Concentrate on stepping on the crossbow, recognizing the strings, pointing the arrow, and pulling the teeth.

With the trembling sound of the crossbow strings colliding, short arrows of wooden feathers flew out and sank into the surging black torrent. A female Zhenjia rider turned over and fell off his horse in response.

But this black torrent is still so fierce and so turbulent. It's unstoppable! The neighing of thousands of war horses, the sound of thunderous horses' hooves hitting the ground, seemed to have filled all the corners of the surrounding heaven and earth!

And on top of the second earthen rampart. The few red helmets that flared like flames finally faded away. Never to be seen again. Han'er's roar was also silent.

The commander of the chamber kept his body upright and looked at the front of him fixedly. After the last red helmet was submerged. He only muttered softly: "Good brother............"

The black tide is getting closer and closer. The commander of the carriage looked back at the ferry.

At this moment at the crossing, the rafts had already returned, anchored on the south bank, just waiting for the last wave of cavalry to mount. And the last wave of cavalry turned to the earthen ramparts and drew their swords one after another.

The flag-bearers will lean forward one by one. And with the order to recognize the flag, these hundreds of knights. It is necessary to slowly urge the horse to go, and then raise the speed of the horse. Assault and take down the last of their foot defenders!

The sergeants who acted as boatmen, seeing that the cavalry refused to get on the raft, were red-eyed, and were about to jump ashore with their pennies in their hands, ready to join the fight. And on the north shore, those covering Song troops with crossbows, almost half of their bodies were submerged in the water, and they couldn't wait to swim over, and they would retreat from the Lan water in response to these life and death robes who had fought all the way to this point!

The commander muttered: "Straight lady thief, what's the trouble?" Do you want to compensate everyone? ”

muttered, and he suddenly shouted angrily: "Everyone who enters the mother will go to the south bank!" Get out! ”

This roar was so loud that the Song army around him looked sideways, and the black torrent surging in front of him seemed to be stagnant!

Countless Jurchen armored horsemen who came with red eyes and horses all saw this Song general standing on top of the earthen ramparts, covered with arrows and bloodstained clothes. He didn't even look at the Jurchen brigade in front of him that was advancing like a wall, and countless blades shone like a sea of cold light. Just turn your head east and drink as hard as you can. If you rush closer, you can even see the green tendons on his neck bulging!

The Song troops, who were leaning on the earthen ramparts and shooting with crossbows, all straightened up one by one, and they all turned their heads to the east with their generals. Shout out loud.

"Let's go!"

Such a roar, so majestic and resolute, provoked countless Liaodong war horses to neigh together. There were even horses rushing in front of them standing up, their front hooves just dancing in the air!

The armor and cavalry are like the sea and the tide, and these Song soldiers who rely on the last earthen fortress to fight seem to be reefs that will not be swallowed by the tide for thousands of years!

Xiao Yan suddenly grabbed the reins and looked fixedly at these warriors who turned around and roared at him.

Crossing over, such a bloody man, he has seen too much. Although his heart is still hard and abnormal, his scheming skills are also close to perfection. The mountain of corpses and the sea of blood in front of him just frowned slightly. From Yandi to Bianliang, and then to Hedong, today's status is made up of piles of people's heads.

But every time I see such a scene, I still can't help myself!

How Lao Tzu will fail them, how will he fail them!

How can we prevent them from dying worthwhile, how can we not redeem this heavenly tilt!

Hundreds of knights of the Song army stopped their horses one after another, pulling the reins, and just looked fixedly at the figure of the commander of the carriage.

And in the shouts of the commander who had exhausted his life's strength, he had already pulled out the command flag that was inserted beside him, holding the flag in both hands, as if his right arm had not been hurt in the slightest. Raise the flag in the air and make a move, and take the lead in rushing towards the Jurchen armor horsemen!

The soldiers of the Song Army, who relied on the last earthen rampart to fight, threw down their crossbow machines one after another, and pulled out all kinds of long and short blades. It was only a short shout, and it crossed the earthen ramparts and caught up with the black tide!

Xiao Yan suddenly turned the horse's head, and the knights beside him were also in the same action.

Walk! Crossing!

And one day, this water will be turned into a cemetery for thousands of Jurchen Tartars!

There will come a day!

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In the fighting group on the north shore, Yang Keshi looked back and saw this scene from afar.

In front of him, the Jurchen armored cavalry was still fighting with his life and death, desperately trying to block the Song army that had turned to this point. These fierce warriors rushed out of the white mountains and black waters and went on an expedition of thousands of miles. Every time a horse falls, at least two Song knights have to fall.

On the left and right, a scene like a Shura field. The soldiers on both sides who fell from their horses and were wounded were still wrestling and entangled on the ground until they were trampled into flesh by countless deranged horses' hooves.

Both sides are fighting to the death with their last bit of strength. In such a hard battle, Rao is a general of Yang Keshi, and he also feels that his body is rapidly consuming, and he has already brought a few wounds on his body. If it weren't for the rich experience of the battle array, I would have poked these crazy Jurchen warriors off their horses.

Until the scene on the south bank came into view, until I saw another group of brothers who shared life and death with their lives, in exchange for a way of life for the robes!

Yang Keshi roared suddenly, and the iron shovel smashed down, and a Jurchen armored rider who grabbed it with a spear was broken in two with a bang, and sawdust flew wildly. Then a sweep was made, and the Jurchen armor in the middle rode an iron helmet with ruffles curled edges. Half of his head flew out with the iron helmet!

"Fight your way! We're not going to die here! Never! (To be continued......)

PS: The mood is still low and abnormal, I can't think about anything, I can't think about anything with my heart. Only by code braille can you find a trace of quiet.

At this time, I really need the company of readers. Oscar, who has always been lazy, finally went to get a WeChat public account, and everyone searched for Angel Oscar. Let's chat with Oscar............ I may not be able to reply one by one, but I really need everyone's support at this time.