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"Kill-" As soon as Sun Xianzhou saw Feng Enjiang fleeing, he immediately raised his sword and shouted, what could be more suitable than this to wave his troops?

Fighting generals, fighting formations, isn't it for this moment!

"Kill—"

In fact, there was no need for Sun Xianzhou to shout at all, the Jin army under his command had already shouted at the throat from the first moment Feng Enjiang's defeat and retreat, but no one dared to take a step!

The 15,600 Jin troops were like a river that had broken its embankment, and with an indomitable momentum, they instantly spread to the cavalry of the Song army not far away.

"Withdraw, let's go-" Dou Bing looked at the Jin army killing in the mountains like idiots, could it be that his group of cavalry would still wait on the ground and wait for them to kill? At the sound of the order, a thousand cavalry immediately turned their horses' heads and rushed backwards.

"Whoosh-"

A sharp arrow broke through the air, and the sharp whistling was completely annihilated by the chaotic shouts of the battlefield.

Feng Enjiang, who was galloping on his horse, suddenly felt a chill in his heart, one of which seemed to be pricked by a needle. The secret passage in my heart is not good, and when I reflexively twisted my body, I saw a phantom shadow passing through my chest with a "whoosh". But as soon as the pounding heart was put into his stomach, Feng Enjiang didn't have time to catch his breath when he heard the sharp roar of a sharp arrow breaking through the air-

After dodging the first day of junior high school, Feng Enjiang failed to dodge fifteen, and was hit by Hao Bodao's second arrow in the right shoulder, and his right arm was weak under the severe pain, and as soon as his five fingers were loosened, the spear that had accompanied him for many years had fallen to the ground.

"Damn-" Feng Enjiang was furious in his heart, covering his shoulder with his left hand and turning his head hatefully on the back of the galloping horse, looking at Hao Bodao who was catching up with him with a spear, sparks splashed in his eyes, as if he wanted to imprint his figure in his eyes.

The back-and-forth contest has no effect on the general trend. The cavalry of the Song army ran out of seven or eight miles and then leisurely integrated together, and with a sense of excitement chased out the tired Jin army after four or five miles, before Zhu Biao's army arrived, they ran back to the Jin army camp under Tianhe Mountain like a mouse.

"That's a nuisance!" Looking at the Jin army that occupied the main road of Tianhe Mountain, Zhu Biao frowned.

If you want to enter Wanzhou as much as your army wants, the crossing under Tianhe Mountain here in Xiangwu is the fast road that must be passed. But the Jin army has already occupied this place, and if he wants to pass from the mountain safely, it will be impossible.

Anti-guest-oriented, turning passive into active, and taking Tianhe Mountain alone, this is not difficult for Zhu Biao, he has the means to fish Tianhe Mountain's Jin army out of the village. But what restricts his movement is time, the Hua Wei army behind him has already chased after him, and he must pass Guò Tianhe Mountain before noon tomorrow.

……

Sun Xianzhou stood solemnly at the head of the wall with his long sword in his hand, his square face revealing a wordless perseverance, and his bright eyes staring ahead.

"Knock knock—"

The majestic sound of war drums came from the front of the village, and the fierce and majestic rhythm was suffocating.

Accompanied- "Woo-woo-"

With the sound of the horn leisurely and long, the attacking troops of the Song army rushed in.

"Kill~~"

Faintly, the sound of killing sounded from afar, gradually rising, and finally converging into a shouting of killing, which resounded in the sky.

Countless Song soldiers swept over, and the red torches rolled in from afar like a little star, and soon turned the open space in front of the Jin military camp in Tianhe Mountain into a sea of red and fire!

In the light of the fire, which was as bright as day, countless Song soldiers swarmed like ants, crowding the open space in front of the entire camp. A large area of black oppression, in which people can see nothing but the gray sky is them.

The array of the Song army was not solemn. In the end, they are not real elite soldiers, they are flooding, but they still maintain the order of the queue, and there is a certain amount of defense on the front and back, left and right.

Sun Xianzhou's face was full of solemnity, they had thought that the Song army would use such an arrogant form to do it, attacking head-on. Holding his right arm high, he shouted in a cold voice, "All foot archers, get ready—"

There are still a lot of crossbowmen in the Jin army of 20,000 people, and Sun Xianzhou gave an order, and saw that all the foot archers on the wall at the same time drew out the longbows in the bow pot, and pulled out sharp arrows from the quiver and put them on the strings.

Bend the bow and arrows, and wait for the Song army to step forward.

Under the wall, a team of Song Saber players flocked to the city-

"Shoot the arrows—"

"Instigation—"

Thousands of arrows pierced the sky at the same time, and a piercing scream resounded through the sky.

"Vertical shield—"

The charging Song army roared like thunder. The Song Saber player who rushed to the front quickly put the cards in his hand on his head, and then carried the ladder and continued to rush forward without hesitation under a rain of arrows.

"Tuk-tuk-"

In the continuous muffled sound, sharp long arrows were either inserted into the shields of the Song soldiers, or inserted into the ** below through the shields, causing some inevitable damage to the charging Song troops. Just a little damage alone wasn't enough to disrupt their tidal charge.

Fifty steps - thirty steps - fifteen steps -

The archers stepped back, and the rear column continued to shoot. Melee stepped forward—"

There was no surprise in front of him, after all, the Song army had an absolute advantage, how could their attack be repelled by a burst of arrows from their group of miscellaneous soldiers who had just been put together.

"Kill—"

Seeing that they had rushed out of the area covered by the rain of arrows, the morale of the Song army who had rushed to the ground was greatly boosted, and in the blink of an eye, they had rushed under the wall. A series of simple ladders were erected high, and the sharp hooks at the top were still faintly visible, shimmering with a cold chill.

On the wall, Sun Xianzhou was still standing like a pine, and at this time he wanted to give his army a kind of confidence that had not yet seen blood. But all the Jin soldiers on the camp had solemn expressions.

"Bang-bang-bang-"

More than 20 ladders were set up on the outer wall of the camp almost at the same time.

All the ladders are hooked to the wooden fence on the outer edge of the wall, which is very suitable.

This is also a military camp that was built in a hurry, and the thick wall looks very bluffing, but in fact it is not a flashy thing that can be described.

The outer layer of logs is used as a shield, and then a row of logs is carved inward every two feet, and the middle is filled with earth, sand and gravel. But in fact, there was not even a foundation between the logs, and the soil and sand inside were only compacted. The sturdiness can be imagined!

A thousand Song soldiers roared out of the rain of arrows, crowded under the two-zhang high wall, each with a sword in his mouth, a shield on his head, and a combination of hands and feet, like a spirit ape, climbed up the ladder.

Sun Xianzhou, who was at the head of the city, leaned his hand back, and a bright and shining big knife was already in his hand, "Kill-" A loud shout sounded like thunder, and before the sound fell, he saw a cold light wipe out, cutting off the head barb of a cloud ladder that came up like chopping grass mustard, and the broken wood jumped away, which was extremely easy.

"Whew-"

Clusters of baby-sized black shadows fell from the camp wall, and the Song soldiers who climbed on the ladder had no way to dodge, and most of them were smashed squarely.

Even if there is a shield to block it, how can the strength of one arm resist the boulder falling from the sky, and they all rolled and fell from the ladder with a scream, and by the way, they also affected a string of robes behind them.

In this way, even if they don't die, they will break their heads and even break their legs, and if they don't have time to retreat, they are still very likely to be hit by the falling wooden rolling stones.

As long as it is a battlefield, there will be casualties, and if a Song soldier lands, there will be more Song soldiers to replace him.

On the wall, Sun Xianzhou's first case cut off the barb of a cloud ladder, and with a wave of his big hand, he said loudly: "Knife and axe hands, cut them off!" ”

Hundreds of sturdy men with sharp axes swarmed up and rushed forward, and in groups of four, they swung their big axes according to the barbs hooked to the wooden fence.

On a hill, Zhu Biao and the others straddled on horseback, witnessing the destruction of the ladders and the frustration of their own army's offensive, their expressions did not change in the slightest.

"Go on the offensive and be careful of casualties. I want to be tired of the Jin army and I won't be able to straighten my waist tomorrow! ”

Zhu Biao is now a cow, and he has more soldiers under him. Adjusted one by one, the wheel battle, tired, can also be at dawn tomorrow, tired of the Jin army in front.

When the time comes, he will personally take action, and it will be so simple to destroy a small camp wall. The reason why he didn't take action immediately was because the Jin army's combat strength was still there, and Zhu Biao forcibly broke the camp wall of the military village, and it was impossible to deal with the 20,000 Jin troops in front of him in a short time.

One wave of attacks, two sets of attacks, three batches of attacks......

The corpses left behind by the Song army gradually covered the ground. It was early morning, and a milky white mist hung over the mountains, covering the sky overhead.

In the air, the slight fragrance of the past has already turned into a pungent bloody gas, and the 'fierce battle' between the two armies overnight, thousands of lives have been left here forever.

The neat walls of the Jin army camp have become potholes at this moment, many sections have turned into a pile of soil and sand, and the corpses in pools of blood are lying all over the front line, and it can be seen that there are patches of black and red land stained with blood-

"Roar—"

"Roar—"

"Roar—"

Only the trumpet of the Song army's attack remained unchanged, and the sound was still neat and loud, and another wave of Song troops carrying improvised ladders entered the battle, and behind these ladders, a thousand Song army melee soldiers were neatly arranged.

It's dawn, and there are at least a thousand dead bodies all over the ground in front of the Jin army's village, right? Counting the wounded Song army in this way, Zhu Biao paid at least two or three thousand losses in the overnight entanglement.

But looking at the exhaustion on the faces of the Jin army in the camp, Zhu Biao knew that his efforts were definitely worth it.

So, after another wave of attacks retreated, he took it personally. The rain of stones and arrows could not hurt him in the slightest, and the seemingly heavy camp wall was so vulnerable under his hands.

"Whoa-la-"

A row of thigh-thick logs fell, and a sound of earth and sand pouring sounded, and then the second row of fallen logs appeared in the eyes—

Zhu Biao was just a sword, and the condensed gang slashed through this camp wall that just looked like it.

"Kang Long has regrets—" The left hand slapped out with a palm, and it was lined up on the log that was about to fall in the third row. "Boom-" The earth and rocks exploded, the broken sand flew, and the thigh-thick logs swept sideways into the Jin army's barracks, blocking them and dying.

"Kill, ......" The original Song army, who had been recuperating all night, shouted and shouted.

Such a strategy is not brilliant, but it is so desperate. (To be continued)