readx; Remember [] in one second, to provide you with high-speed text starters. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info They huddled, leaned on each other, arm to arm, heavy shields were tied with ropes and hung around their necks, this was their only protection, they walked very slowly, the direction was north and very resolute, Song Jun knew that such a group of people did not pose much of a threat to themselves, but they still couldn't help but focus most of their attention on this group of people, because the behavior of this group of people was incomprehensible.

He had already walked into the range of the crossbow arrows, but no crossbow arrows were fired, Lang Tan was furious, kicked the herald next to him and roared angrily: "Crossbow arrows are ready, shoot!" ”

After giving the order, the crossbow arrow in his hand had already been shot out, and it was accurately nailed to the forehead of the tallest Xixia man among them, and only then did the sound of the crossbow sound come from behind him as the man fell to the ground.

Li Qing roared angrily, hung his body diagonally on the side of the war horse to avoid arrows, and a short knife was inserted into the butt of the war horse, the war horse was foaming at the mouth, and frantically drilled out from behind the wounded soldiers of the cannon fodder, he didn't want to live, and he didn't expect to be alive, he just wanted to rush to the brave death in the Song army's battle formation, and fight for a glimmer of life for his commander and family.

On foot were all seriously wounded soldiers, and the lightly wounded sergeants all found a horse, wearing all the armor they could wear, and charged forward like a zombie with a horse lance...... Hoofs thunder!

At the same time, Zhang Zhi also launched an attack to the south with his soldiers, this time Zhang Zhi did not lead the team in front, but was mixed in the crowd by his generals, who abandoned all their baggage and only wanted to leave quickly.

Since ancient times, it has not been an easy thing to break through, countless heroes have been ruined in the matter of breaking through, and a hero like Xiang Yu has not ended up in a self-defeating Wujiang.

"It's better to chase the poor with the leftovers! Be ruthless and ruthless to the reservoir dogs. Otherwise, even if he doesn't bite you, he will splash you with muddy water, and if you kill one more Tangut now, we will have one less enemy when we attack Xixia in the future. At this time, it looks pitiful, why didn't he expect that there would be today when he stuffed our people in the Great Song Dynasty into the grinding eyes? Kill. Kill Lao Tzu hard! Not a single one to stay! ”

Yun Zheng's bloodstains. Coupled with his fierce demeanor, it makes people shudder.

Lang Tan was a standard nationalist, and he had no compassion for outsiders at all. always thinks that the dead Tangut people are good Tangut people, as for Jiang Zhe, he and the Tangut people have a hatred of extermination, and it is simply delusional to want him to show mercy to the Tangut people, and these two people have crazy flames in their eyes. One kept firing crossbow arrows at Li Qing, the other frantically laid down interception lines in the retreat of Zhang Zhi in the south, and the young army was chasing and killing those fish that slipped through the mountains under the command of Liang Ji and Peng Jiu.

Li Chang panted and rushed over with the rear team, grabbed Yun Zheng and looked up and down, and found that this person was fine, and the blood stains on his body belonged to others, so he rubbed his hands and stood beside the main general. The green shirt is fluttering, and there is a scholarly demeanor.

Seeing that the Western Xia people were constantly lying down under the crossbow arrows and gunpowder bullets, Li Chang stroked his long beard and said with a smile: "Dashuai, this is the so-called defeat like a mountain!" ”

Yun Zheng smiled: "It's not even now, Zhang Zhi is still firmly in control of the team, and now it can only be called a dog jumping off the wall at most!" As long as we discount the doglegs. That's when the dust settles. ”

Li Chang suddenly looked back at Yun Zheng and said, "What you said when you were about to go to the battlefield was something you said on purpose, right?" ”

Yun Zheng shook his head and said: "No, the situation on the battlefield is ever-changing, and there are many unexpected factors that can kill a general, and if you fall off a war horse, you will break your neck and die, so ah, what I said is from my heart." ”

Li Chang said to Yun Zheng seriously: "That's good, since what you said is from the bottom of your heart, I will also tell you one thing, you have brought me a great credit, so I will forget about you knocking out my teeth." ”

Yun Zheng patted Li Chang's armor, ordered someone to find two chairs, and sat with Li Chang in the mountain bag to watch how Zhang Zhi broke through.

Li Qing's chest and back were full of arrows, fortunately, the armor he wore was very thick, so he could save his life, but more than a thousand people before departure, now only a few dozen people rushed up the hill with him, looking at Li Qing like a hedgehog, Lang Tan smiled and threw away the crossbow in his hand, pulled out the long knife he had inserted there from the ground, took two quick steps and jumped up in the air and slashed down at Li Qing's head.

Li Qing raised his knife with both hands to meet him, and with a loud sound, the two war knives were already bitten together, Li Qing's knees fell soft, and he knelt down, but he still maintained his posture of resistance.

Lang Tan saw that the knife was bitten on Li Qing's knife and couldn't pull it out for a while, so he withdrew the knife easily, and a huge flail was held in his hand by a wipe of his hand on the back, Li Qing saw that the situation was not good, and he also threw away the knife and arched forward into Lang Tan's arms and desperately pushed Lang Tan into the crowd, until this time he still wanted to drag some more enemies so that Zhang Zhi could leave.

Lang Tan's flail hit Li Qing's waist hard, and the spikes on the flail flying hammer stabbed his waist and back into a blur of flesh and blood, after being hit three times, Li Qing finally let go of the hands holding Lang Tan's waist, fell to the ground softly, turned over and looked at the blue sky greedily and said to himself: "I tried my best!" Then he spat out a mouthful of blood......

Lang Tan walked lightly on the battlefield like a leopard, the flail in his hand flew up one after another, and after blasting three heads, he glanced at the battlefield with satisfaction, and led his subordinates to continue to press towards the south of the fierce battle.

Zhang Zhi couldn't take care of Li Qing at this time, because it was a back attack, the speed of the war horse always couldn't get up, seeing that there were more and more Song troops surrounding him, he roared angrily, and a condor shot three arrows and knocked down the Song army that was blocking the road in front, tore off the leather armor on his body, lifted a pair of Xuanhua axes and slashed forward with a wave of the war horse, he was not the only one who did this, there was no lack of terrifying existence like the Iron Harrier among those soldiers, and the simple blade exerted terrifying power in their hands, in a short time, Under the strong attack of these fierce soldiers, Zhang Zhi's army has broken through the three Song army defense lines, and it is about to break through the formation.

But their good luck ended there, with the arrival of the crossbow array and ballista group, the Tangut let out a burst of wails, and the impact became more violent, with a dense rain of arrows and skyrocketing fire, and dense explosions. The sharpness of the weapons completely neutralized the bravery of the Western Xia people's individual soldiers, and Jiang Zhe ordered his subordinates to distance themselves from Zhang Zhi and refuse to engage him in close combat.

The ranks of 5,000 men had gradually thinned from dense to thin, and most of the brave Western Xia soldiers had fallen on their way, and they had always thought that the low, rolling hills were a blessed land for cavalry, but now it seems that this is not the case. The infantry of the Song army had long-range lethal weapons. It was already very difficult for the cavalry to move through the hilly terrain as fast as the wind.

Crossbow arrows or gunpowder catapults came from all directions, and Song troops poured out from all directions, no matter how bravely the Western Xia army fought to break through one defense line after another. There are always more Song Jun in front of them, and this feeling is so disappointing.

The treasure knife in Zhang Zhi's hand had become something like a jagged tooth, he threw away the sword that had followed him for almost his life, pulled out a steel short spear and stabbed it into the shoulder of a Song army who was about to sneak attack him, and with a shout, he picked up the soldier and wanted to throw it out. Unexpectedly, the Song army whose shoulder had been pierced was holding this short spear to death, Zhang Zhi couldn't, so he had to throw it out with a gun, and the Song army, who was almost dead, rolled on the ground a few times, spitting blood in his mouth but grabbed Zhang Zhi's short spear Ula Ula to show off his exploits to the other Song troops!

Is this still the Song army that was defeated with one blow before? They were brave and sensible, especially the cooperation of the small formation, which was not lost to the Western Xia soldiers. It is still feasible to fight without a victory in a short period of time, but there are too many Song troops, they are like a rotating wheel, and different squads always take turns to engage the enemy army in front of them, once the exhausted Tangut people show a flaw. They will seize the loophole at the first time, rush forward, and chop the Tangut people into mash with their own blades.

Finally broke through a line of defense again, Zhang Zhi rode a sweaty horse and stood on the top of the mountain, there were less than three hundred people around him, there were countless fights going on in the hilly area, the Song army skillfully divided the Western Xia people into a small piece in the hilly area, a small piece, the sound of fighting in some places gradually subsided, Zhang Zhi knew that his subordinates were once again wiped out.

Seeing a team of Song army spears carrying the heads of the Western Xia people happily surrounding him, the sadness in Zhang Zhi's heart reached the point where it was difficult to suppress, tearing off the tattered armor that he had been hanging by the Song army, and roared to the sky and rushed to the nearest war group, he no longer had any hope that he could leave alive, since it was all death, it was better to die happily with his subordinates.

With a long neigh, the sweaty horse jumped down from the mountain bag at once, and landed in the military formation of the Song army.

The long knife in his left hand and the short spear in his right hand rushed left and right in the Song army's battle array, and suddenly entered a no-man's land, turning a mountain bag, he saw more than a dozen Western Xia troops were forming a circle back to back and fighting hard with the Song army, a young Western Xia army could not block a chopping knife, a spear like a poisonous snake drilled into his ribs, and the spear with a barb pulled the young Xixia man out of the Yuan array when he pulled it back, and he was at a loss to get rid of the spear that pierced his ribs, But there was nothing he could do, so he could only pick a clump of grass with his hands, not wanting to be dragged away by Song Jun......

A long knife appeared in front of him, and the head of the Song army who attacked him suddenly flew into the sky, and then he saw his own ** upper body, the main general covered in blood.

"General, take me home, my mother is waiting for me ......"

Zhang Zhi's nose was sore, he jumped off the sweat and blood horse, helped the dying young man onto the war horse, and yelled at Yun Zheng, who was drinking tea on the mountain and watching the war: "Yun Zheng, the old man promises not to commit suicide, please let this child go!" ”

Yun Zheng, who had already washed up, elegantly put down the white porcelain cup in his hand and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter if you are dead or alive, I just want to refine the fat of the people of the Great Song Dynasty that you ate in your stomach, and then make a growing lantern and put it in the place where you slaughtered to pay off the debt" (To be continued.) (。 ))