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"Qi Niang, send an order to Zhang Sizhong and Zhao Youyan, let them lead the troops to the left flank, remember, tell them, success or failure is in one move, if you can't win" How can you be worthy of these many soldiers who died in battle? They won't have to come back to see me

He had already pulled out the big knife and held it tightly in his hand, ready to kill the enemy at any time, and the face of the well-protected Qi Niang changed, and she was about to speak. (The first text is published in the reading room biquge.info)

But meeting Zhao Shi's cold and unquestionable gaze, her eyes couldn't help but be slightly red, she gritted her teeth, and squeezed out a sentence of Jun Zhen, Qi Niang will come back in a while"

"Go ahead." Zhao Shi turned his head, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, but he brought out a bit of ferocity, "Hold the handsome flag and kill all these dogs"

On the mound, the rest of the people had no troops except for the dozens of guards around him, as well as the young people who came out of the 100-person National Military Supervision Scout Section, and after the mound, Minzhuang had already filled in all parts of the Chinese army, and there were only some heavy battalion craftsmen and doctors in the army left.

The decisive battle between the two armies, with all their might, at this time, it can be said that it is like a game of betting, both sides have opened the final hole cards, success or failure, only look at the will of God, whether it is Zhao Shi, or the opposite Wanyan monk, it has no much effect.

And now it seems that the decisive battle between the two armies has been extremely painful, and it can be said that both sides have lost and lost, and the Qin army here looks much more dangerous, and it has been rushed to the hinterland of the Chinese army, under the handsome banner, in fact, it is not surprising, the Jin soldiers have always had a little upper hand.

Regardless of the strength or strategy, the Qin army has always been at a disadvantage, but then again, so far, the Qin army has never fallen too far behind, in terms of tactics, most of the Qin army is too much better than the Jin soldiers, plus the national strength, the people's will, etc., etc., in fact, this big war, each has its own advantages and disadvantages, which is the fundamental reason why the victory and defeat will seem so confusing.

However, when it comes to this decisive battle, the coaches of the two sides are all doing their best, and they have to do it, and this kind of Cheng Dù is definitely not what the two coaches want to see.

And at this moment, Zhao Shi naturally will no longer care about the pros and cons, this battle has reached the point of life and death, if the Qin army cannot win, it will inevitably be defeated and returned, and it is unlikely that the whole army will be wiped out, but once it is defeated, all the efforts of more than a year will be exhausted, and if the Jin soldiers are defeated, half of the country will also be shaken.

The Northland Beacon Smoke, at this time, is all tied to this battle.

Looking at the Jurchen elites under the mound who were covered in blood, their clothes and armor were broken, but they were as imposing as fire, Zhao Shi slowly raised the Mo knife, stretched out his arms and pointed forward, proudly, with indescribable contempt.

Subsequently, the Qin soldiers stationed on the mound drew their long knives in their hands, everyone knew that there would be no more reinforcements, and there would be no more miracles, here, there were only handsome flags waving in the wind, only flesh and blood, and the fighting spirit like fire, some only had colleagues around them, and most importantly, there was a handsome man, as long as a breath remained, these dogs could not be allowed to get close to the handsome, people were of the same mind, united as one, up and down the mound, murderous like frost, Compared to the front of the two armies where his shouts of killing shook the heavens and the earth, this place seemed to be another world.

No one cares about who wins and who loses between the two armies, and no one cares about how many comrades are fighting in the bloody battlefield.

Under the hillock, the Jurchen man finally raised the huge iron rod in his hand and laughed, "Warriors, are you tired? ”

"Not tired." The strong and full of evil spirits raised their blades one after another, and howled loudly as they tried to calm their violent breathing......

The Jurchen man then shouted wildly: "Then let me kill it and slaughter the Han dog above......

The beastly howl of "Huhe" echoed, like a battle horn, and as the Jurchen Han urged the war horses under his seat, he rushed up towards the mound without hesitation.

The hill is not too high, nor is it steep, more than 200 fine horsemen, if it is usual, it is enough to fight against more than 1,000 infantry troops, even if they are tired after a long battle, but these strong Jurchens, Khitan soldiers, but they don't seem to be a little tired, they stared at the more than 100 Qin troops on the mound, rushed up, killed all these Han dogs, and brought that person's head back to receive the reward, other than that, there was no other thought......

The war horses neighed, the horses' hooves trampled on the ground, and they tried to run upward, but in the heavy snow, in the end, it was not as usual, and several war horses slipped their hooves, and immediately knelt down, causing some confusion in the team.

"Dismount and rush forward." The furious voice sounded, and Guta Amin was the first to turn over and get off the warhorse, and the heavy armor on his body seemed to be as if there was no zài for a strong man.

The soldiers rolled their saddles and dismounted, followed behind him, and in the strange screams, they jumped like flying, and rushed quickly towards the top of the mound, fierce and wild, to the elite of the Taiyuan defenders.

The Qin soldiers on the top of the mound had already lined up in several rows, and there was no doubt that they were also the elite of the elite, and they were not afraid in the face of a formidable opponent.

Close, you can even see the hideous faces of these Hu people, the young lieutenant who is temporarily the commander of the guard waved his hand downward, the bow and crossbow immediately shot out, and the figure rushing up immediately fell in a row, the crossbow bow is strong, but through the heavy armor, even if these Jurchen elite riders are wearing double armor, they are also shot to the ground, they screamed, rolled down the mound, and the attack immediately slowed down.

"Don't stop, spread some, rush up, rush up."

The hill is not high, it can be able to take over the whole picture of the battle array, with the two armies fighting Liao and the sound of killing as the background, up and down this hill, hundreds of two soldiers and soldiers approached quickly, and finally collided together.

The Jurchen man, who rushed forward like a hungry tiger, roared, brandished the blood-red iron rod in his hand, and slammed into the crowd, like a humanoid siege vehicle, and several figures in front of him raised their blades, and were immediately knocked upside down and flew out.

The iron rod was waved, and the two of them were smashed to the ground, above their heads, the flesh and blood were blurred, and they didn't say a word, they were already out of breath, among the Jurchens, the first-class warriors were so difficult to match, even if these Qinchuan men who had undergone rigorous training and were also elite in the army, they couldn't stop him for a moment.

The Lord General was so ferocious, he immediately picked up the fierce Jurchens and Khitan soldiers behind him, they howled, rushed up the mound, and they were completely defeated, and almost instantly, they shattered the impact of this small array.

No matter how severe the training is, it must be polished by the battle array before it can burst out with matching combat power, which is an eternal truth in the army, and after Zhao Shi's careful training of these young people, what they lack is really this kind of courage and madness, and they are still successful, if it comes to the battle array duel, it is still very naïve.

No matter how determined they were and had the courage to fight to the death, they were still suppressed by these Hu warriors who were like mad tigers at this time.

As a result, in a momentary battle of life and death, these young people were almost completely defeated, and they were cut to the ground one by one, and the Jurchen warriors rushed into the battle one after another, followed by a scuffle.

Compared to the fierce battle between the two armies not far away, the battle on the small mound was so inconspicuous, but so important.

"Stop them, stop them"

"Kill in, kill in"

In the melee, swords and guns were raised at the same time, and the blood began to flow without accident, and the long knife was waved, the blood was like an arrow, the head fell to the ground, the stumps were thrown away, and the sound of the blade entering the flesh was so clear and disgusting, and the blood stained a white mound with extremely mottled and dazzling eyes.

The corpses are increasing, the number of people is decreasing sharply, and the Jurchen warrior, who has almost fallen into madness, squeezes all the energy in his body, and quickly and resolutely approaches the banner step by step, as well as the motionless figure holding the Mo knife in his hand, no matter how desperately the other party stops, he can't stop him from taking steps.

He stared at the scarlet eyes, full of violent eyes, revealing crazy killing intent, let the long knife slash in the mouth of xiōng, cut the outer armor, the iron rod in his hand danced violently, and another person was smashed by his brain, and his body fell to the ground heavily, by the way, kicked out the person in front of him, the iron rod swung out horizontally, and smashed one person into the other party's face door with the long knife in his hand, at this time, his feet tightened, and he was hugged by a big tuǐ, but he didn't look at it, and stepped on the person on the ground, and the blood of the person who stepped on it sprayed wildly, xiōng bones are shattered.

As soon as his eyes slammed into the sky, the banner and its figure suddenly became extremely clear, and he could even clearly see that the young and majestic face, and the indifferent eyes like a blade suddenly lit up, as if a few surprises flashed

He didn't think too much about it, the corners of his mouth were even though there was a hideous smile, although he didn't know this person, but he knew that this was the bullshit general in front of him, kill this person, cut off the banner, and it would be over, and he would win, so he roared almost instinctively and rushed towards the man

In fact, the two were already very close, almost two steps, they were in front of the man, he stared at each other, and there was nothing in his sight.

And under his gaze, he saw this guy in armor and a majestic body, like a Jurchen warrior, gently raised the big knife in his hand, and the long blade flashed with a cold light, and then slashed down in the wind.

The Jurchen man, whose face was covered with blood and almost condensed into a piece, had a contemptuous smile in his eyes, and he had fought for a long time, and he was still full of body, raised the iron rod in his hand, and rushed forward, he even had time to think about it in his heart, knocked the opponent's blade away, and then he was going to crush that annoying face, unscrew off the opponent's head, and hide it in his own treasury as his best trophy in the future

But he could only think of this, the Mo knife that was slashed by the wind, breaking through the cold wind, and the snow falling from the sky, slashed at the iron rod that he rushed on, and the power of the invincible emperor destroyed all his confidence and ambition in an instant.

The sound of the clashing of blades sounded a little dull, but for Guta Amin, this sound was like a urging sound, and the irresistible force was transmitted from the iron rod to the wrist like the top of Mount Tai, and his thick wrist immediately fell, and he could even hear a creaking, as if something was shattering, and then transmitted to the arm, making his whole arm become very numb.

He had followed him for an unknown number of years, and the iron rod that had been wound around it fell from his hand for the first and last time.

The iron rod fell from his eyes, and he could even make out the deep slash on it

The iron rod slammed heavily on his mouth, making a loud bang, and before a mouthful of blood could even blurt out, the thick Mo knife had already gone down, and under his inability to dodge, it shattered the top of his head, and it went in, extending downward without hindrance

This is undoubtedly a terrifying scene, under a knife, Shengsheng will cut this burly Jurchen man like a god into two, blood and internal organs, spilling all over the ground, terrifying and bloody to the extreme Jurchen fierce general, Taiyuan Tiger Guard commander Guta Amin died in battle

Zhao Shi withdrew the Mo knife and shook the blood on it, this was already the second general of the Jin Kingdom that he had personally killed, compared to the time when he slashed Xiao Mu, the Jurchen Hu man in front of him seemed to be braver.

But he still pouted in his heart, the general in the army, taking the lead, and being in danger, isn't this waiting for someone to kill him? However, in this battle, I also took it personally, it seems that after this battle, the victory or defeat will not talk about it first, only this casualty, I don't know how many?

Exhaled deeply, looked at the battlefield below, he picked up the Mo knife in his hand, and walked forward step by step, the main general was killed on the spot, and in an instant, it made these Jurchen elites red-eyed, they roared angrily, and even let the long knife slash at themselves, they had to leave the opponent aside and rush to this side.

But no matter how crazy the will is, it can't stop this almost inhuman power, and if it is cut down with one sword, even if it is a mountain, it seems to be able to cut it into two pieces with one sword, let alone flesh and blood?

They rushed up in twos and threes, and the Mo knife slashed down, whether it was the blade or the body, under the majestic power, they were all cut in two, and the death was even more miserable, so brave, it was almost demonic

The smell of blood, all over the mound, eroded their determination and courage, and when someone finally couldn't bear it anymore and turned around and fled down the mound, this short but fierce battle came to an end, and at this time, on the top of the hill, there was a mess!

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