Pingzhou, just east of Tangshan today, in addition to the Pingzhou capital city Lulong, but also under the jurisdiction of Luanzhou and Yingzhou two state cities, Lulong, Luanzhou, Yingzhou three cities, into an equilateral triangle arrangement, Lulong is the upper corner, the lower left corner is Luanzhou, the lower right corner is Yingzhou.

Luanzhou is named after the side of the Luanhe River, along the Luanhe River can go deep into the Monan grassland, Luanzhou is a direct traffic artery to the outside of the Saiwai. Jin destroyed Liao, seized his homeland, and then exterminated Zhang Jue, who had surrendered to the Song Dynasty, and Luanzhou was handed over to Pu Liyan called Wanyan Haixin.

At this time, Wan Yan Haixin was sitting in the state office. Wanyan is not his real surname, he himself is the leader of a small tribe near Shenzhou, and he was given the surname Wanyan because he joined the Jin State early.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open: "Chief, the caravan is here...... An ambush in the woods...... The second leader asked me to break through and ask for help......"

Outside the house, a group of people gathered in the open space, in the middle was a dying man, he was held by two people, white gas spit out of his mouth sharply, a slender feather arrow pierced his left shoulder, blood seeped out silently.

"Who did that?! What about my brother?! What about my brother?! Wan Yan Haixin's pale face was flushed again because of anxiety, and his eyes were about to stare at the face of the wounded.

"I look like I'm dressing...... It seems to be Song Jun......"

Before he took refuge in the Jin Kingdom, Wanyan Haixin was famous for traveling through various tribes to do business. After getting Luanzhou, he had already decided to make this mall connected to the grassland make money for himself, and he asked his brother to lead a caravan to buy furs and horses on the grassland, and then find a way to sell them to the Song people in the south, who were willing to pay a lot of money in order to buy horses.

In the midst of the anxiety, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly sounded outside the city, beating louder and louder like war drums, and the ground seemed to tremble.

"It's the second leader who is back!" There was a shout of excitement from the castle tower.

Wan Yan Haixin dropped his crumbling men, climbed to the arrow position on the wall, and looked through the snowlight, only to see more than 30 cavalry galloping on horseback on the plain ahead, rushing towards the city like crazy. The leading knight lay on his horse, but judging from his clothes and figure, there was no doubt that he was the second brother, and before they approached the city wall, the sound of a hoarse shout "open the door" had already been heard. It sounds terrified.

What are they afraid of?

There is not just one horse team in the wasteland.

After Yan Baoxin's unformed horse team was defeated, he also clung to another group of cavalry, who were completely different from the various costumes of the Haixin tribe, and they were uniformly dressed in red armor, like a ball of fire running wildly on the wasteland.

After Yan Haixin saw the enemy's clothes clearly, he finally breathed a sigh of relief: Song Bing, here it is like falling into a frying pot, as long as someone goes to Yanjing to deliver a letter, the Jin people will naturally send a brigade to exterminate it.

And listening to the Jin people, the Song soldiers are very weak, and even the Zubu people are not as good, so they can't beat him, the real Jurchen. Since he voted for gold and changed his surname to Wan Yan, Wan Yan Haixin has already recognized himself as a Jurchen.

However, this group of Song soldiers looked very difficult to deal with: the horses were arranged in a frighteningly slender prismatic formation, each with helmets and armor, and their bodies seemed to be glued to the saddle of the jolting ground, except for the sound of the horses' hooves stomping on the ground as they galloped. There was no sound.

The silence is like the Netherworld cavalry rushing out of hell, methodically biting the rout horse team in front of them in the snow field, just like a black shuttle that shoots at high speed, constantly stabbing the tail of the Luanzhou Jurchens, and every time the tip of the shuttle pierces the rout in front. With a few black lights swirling from the tip of the shuttle, there must have been a scream.

But only this horse thief cavalry was not to be feared, because they were not numerous, and the point was that there were larger teams of horses behind them, and the two groups of men and horses were chasing in front of them.

Wan Yan Haixin jumped off the arrow position on the wall and shouted at his subordinates: "The archers are on the wall, send people to the city gate, and the second leader will close the city gate as soon as he enters the city." ”

The men who had been on standby immediately rushed towards the doorway. Lift the heavy iron deadbolt.

The gate creaked and closed halfway, and the knights of the headquarters who had come in the desert had already rushed over with all their might. Everyone seemed to be running for their lives, and no one had any intention of slowing down, and Wan Yan Haixin's brother was the first to rush in through the crack in the door, and his men all rushed over without stopping.

The centaurs crashed into the half-closed door at the same time. Several of the men who opened the door were even hit by the heavy door, and the people behind them still rushed forward desperately, and soon they were huddled together on the drawbridge, and the gate that was originally wide enough for three horses to enter at the same time was now blocked.

In order to be able to enter the door, the people who can't move in the door push each other, and the people who can't get in behind are desperately pulling and pushing their companions in front, and some people jump off their horses, and they don't look back and desperately squeeze forward from the horse pile.

Wan Yan Haixin's brother was the first to flee through the door. One rolled over and fell from the saddle, his body bloodied, and he appeared uninjured, but as if he had been greatly frightened. He sat on the ground and could not even wait to stand up, when the saddle pointed to the door and cried out in horror: "Close the door, close the door!" ……”

"Come on in! Don't grab it! "Say goodbye to the door. Wan Yan Haixin turned around and pulled up the frightened brother, and asked anxiously, "What's the matter?" ”

"I ...... I'm betting on ...... Escorting the goods to them, they suddenly came out of the roadside forest...... Where did this Song Bing come from......"

"Where's the goods?" Wan Yan Haixin yelled at his stammering brother.

This roar woke his brother up, and he shook off Yan Haixin's hand, and shouted, "My life is almost gone!" Also take care of the goods! As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and shouted towards the doorway: "Dismount and enter the city!" Ascending Bridge closes! The enemy is very powerful! ”

Wan Yan Haixin also woke up from his dissatisfaction with his brother. The subordinate who raised his face and operated the drawbridge winch on the wall yelled, "Lift the bridge!" Lift the bridge! ”

"And our people haven't arrived......" said the winch man, glancing out of the wall.

"Leave it alone! Lift the bridge! Wan Yan Haixin roared angrily.

In the twitching and rubbing sound of the iron chains, the abandoned subordinates shouted for help from outside the city, but Wan Yan Haixin was unmoved, he waved his hand in front of the doorway, and shouted: "Come in, come in, come in!" Archers on the wall! ”

After Yan Haixin's words were finished, he heard a scream on the wall, and the winch hand fell from the wall upside down, and his body slammed on the ground with a muffled sound.

"Like a kid shooting an arrow?" The watchman shouted.

There was also a loud bang outside the city gate, and the drawbridge, which had lost its winch hand, slammed back to the ground.

"Shoot the arrows!" Wan Yan Haixin roared with red eyes, but rushed down the city tower like crazy, and rushed straight to the gate, the drawbridge was about to be lost in an instant, and once the drawbridge was lost to protect the city river, it would lose its effect, so the only way for the enemy to attack was this heavy city gate.

He has to close the door!

The guards worked together to pull the last horse in, and the four of them immediately pushed the heavy wooden door to death. The two wooden doors slowly closed as the shafts creaked and groaned.

Wan Yan Haixin stood in front of the door, he held the snowy long knife tightly, as if he had a thousand pounds of weight on his shoulders, he bowed deeply, although it was in this hot summer, he felt a chill down his spine, because the nervous bulging eyes stared at the front.

Through the closing space of the huge gate, he saw several of his men who had been abandoned outside the city running briskly on the drawbridge, rushing towards the gate with all their strength, and everyone abandoned their horses in order to get rid of their horses as quickly as possible, and the joy of the drawbridge falling was mixed with great horror. Make every face contort into a smile of fear

Fear was not only on the faces of the defenders of Luanzhou, but even greater fear followed them: the horses rushed after them towards the gate with the speed of arrows, the whole city trembled to the sound of horses' hooves like war drums, and the huge dust they stepped on enveloped the entire advancing procession. The horse team came like a ghost with teeth and claws.

"Quick! Fast! Fast! ......" Wan Yan Haixin was so anxious that he waved his hands sharply, and there was already a snapping sound from the suspension bridge in his ears.

But at the moment when the door was about to close, a long spear stretched out between the two doors, the head of the iron gun, the body of the gun coiled with iron wire.

With a mournful neighing and a muffled sound of the door panel, several golden soldiers who were closing the door were knocked out of the city, and a war horse directly slammed open the city gate, and then died with a trickle of blood.

And the huge black shadow flying in through the crack in the door on the horse, like a huge black eagle gliding above the doorway, this black shadow, the seven-leaf hammer in his left hand and the goose feather knife in his right hand, slid into the city gate.

"Ahh "Ahh With two screams, the black shadow turned in the air, hammered and stabbed, and finished off the two golden soldiers closest to the door.

Wan Yan Haixin raised his long knife and roared and rushed over again, the blood of the grassland, the blood was already boiling.

Then the only key to survival now is the gate! And the key to the gate is to eliminate the warrior who rushes in - the black chain mail, the warrior with a hammer in his left hand and a knife in his right hand!

The enemy was slashing with impunity, as if it were not a golden soldier with a sword in his hand who could kill him, but a pile of wood. The style of play is fierce to the extreme.

The narrow doorway now seemed to be overwhelmed, six or seven people surrounded the black chain mail, but they were all small soldiers who had just closed the door, confused by this surprise attack, and helpless by the ferocity of the enemy, but the black man was like a panther throwing a wolf pack, firmly guarding the door, and the wild goose sword was unscrupulously slashing at the helpless crowd.

Every slash of his incredible speed did not miss, there were people on all sides, and blood splattered with every blow. The screams stacked up, and the continuous screams made the scene more chaotic and the city gate even more panicked.

But Wanyan Haixin turned all that around. He yelled and rushed towards the gate. The green tendons on the shirtless body were beating in Huohuo, the blood was swelling, and the long knife jumped.

He jerked away his men who were blocking the way, and charged at the silver-armored man with a deadly demeanor, then slashed at him with a single sword.

So close, through his own blood-red eyes. He saw that the other party was clear: it was also a pair of blood-red eyes, glowing a faint red like a beast, and his whole body was splattered with blood, exuding a pungent fishy smell.

Wanyan Haixin's long knife was stuck by the iron leaf of the seven-leaf hammer, and the Yanling knife wiped off his neck briskly.

The sound of horses' hooves was already roaring, and the gates were wide open. The gate of Luanzhou was breached. The first two riders, Yang Kefa on the left and Gao Pet on the right, have already broken into the city. The battle for the door hole ended in a blink of an eye as the enemy attacked. The doorway was completely occupied, and the flames of war quickly spread to the square outside the doorway.

The Jurchens armed with swords and shields, and fought with the spear and iron horsemen............ With his own shortcomings, he attacked the length of the Song soldiers, and the screams were endless.

At night, the gate of Luanzhou has been closed, the drawbridge has been pulled up, and Hu Yangeng sat on the lobby: "Wu Song, this time to capture Luanzhou, you single-handedly robbed the city, killed the enemy's head, and your merit was the first." ”

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