The horn sounded in my ears, and from a distance, it seemed that the enemy's rout had not yet had time to return to the team, and the new warriors had slowly advanced towards themselves, what a wheel battle! Gong Sheng could only smile bitterly in his heart.

As if thousands of troops appeared in front of him, and he saw the pieces of red dust flying under the long knife, Gong Sheng squeezed out a cold word from between his teeth, "Kill!" ”

The official and military front was still stretched like an iron wall, at least in the eyes of the Qiang warriors who pounced, there was no trace of fatigue at the end of the strong crossbow.

The shields were spliced together, and the sharp spears were still on the shields, pointing straight at the enemy in front of them.

The Qiang warriors ran, "Gale! He shouted the military horn along with the robe, and the figure of the officers and soldiers in front of him continued to expand, "Gale! He roared angrily, and the shouts in his ears seemed to give him a moment of courage, making him almost forget his ultimate fear of death.

"For the sake of Dajin!" There was a sound of shouting from the officers and soldiers.

"Kill!"

The officer's shout rang out in time, and hundreds of spears stabbed out.

Gong Sheng stared at the oncoming Qiang warrior, his spear stabbing steadily out in a "killing" sound, straight to the enemy's chest.

The spear was fast and ruthless, the Qiang warrior sneered, he lifted the shield in front of him to meet the spear and hit it, as long as he hit the spear, he would swing the knife and cut down, the Jin bandit held the spear and it was too late to draw the knife! He was convinced.

Gong Sheng did not stab directly, when he saw the Qiang warrior raise his shield, his spear was lowered, and the spear that stabbed out naturally turned, like flowing water, the spear pierced straight into the Qiang man's thigh, accurately avoiding the leg bone.

The so-called Kang Long has regrets, Gong Sheng's spear seems to be in a hurry, but in fact, he has residual strength and can change his moves at any time. If the Qiang people use a shield to block, the spear will change the way and point downward, if the Qiang people are slow to cover the unfavorable, the spear can be straight in the right way, it is the upper level of martial arts that hides the void in the real and the real in the virtual.

"Yikes!" The Qiang people screamed in pain.

Gong Sheng suddenly slammed into the Qiang with his shield, and the shield slammed into the Qiang people, knocking the Qiang warriors into the air. Knocking the Qiang warrior away, Gong Sheng cut into the gap in the enemy formation for a moment and began to kill.

The sword was already out of its sheath, and Gong Sheng had already drawn his sword when it was knocked out. The scarlet sword blade was slashed down, and the Diren warrior who didn't turn back from Gong Sheng's side hurriedly only had time to open his eyes wide and block in front of him with his right arm, and then the sword was gone in front of his eyes!

At the same time as slashing the sword, Gong Sheng swung his shield with his left hand and struck behind him, he didn't look back, just felt the violent impact from the shield and the screams that sounded at the same time.

Then Gong Sheng took advantage of the trend, not looking at the battle situation behind him, he suddenly sank his center of gravity and jumped forward on his knees, his left hand shield was covered by the side, and a sword in his right hand swept over the leg of a Diren warrior, and the blood sprayed at the incision stained the ground behind Gong Sheng.

Gong Sheng didn't stop, he raised the knife smashed by the third column of enemy soldiers on the top of the shield, turned forward with a short body, and the sword in his hand was cut again, and the third column of enemy soldiers where the blade of the sword spurted blood on his legs and fell to the ground.

Gong Sheng quickly got up, and a Qiang warrior on the left rushed towards him with a roar of anger in his eyes, and he could see the fear in the Qiang man's eyes. Because I am afraid of death, I am afraid because I am afraid, because I am desperate, and because I am not desperate, I will die.

Gong Sheng swung his shield and sniped, the sword of the Qiang people was very sharp, and the blade of the sword pierced through the shield for several inches, and the cold blade was almost close to Gong Sheng's arm holding the shield.

The sword of the Qiang warrior pierced Gong Sheng's shield, and Gong Sheng's sword had pierced his heart. When Gong Sheng covered with a shield, his sword stabbed out against the lower edge of the shield at the same time, like a poisonous snake piercing the enemy's heart.

Gong Sheng drew his sword and continued to fight, the rebel line was torn apart between his left and right rushes, but he killed more than ten people in a few breaths, and for a time the surroundings were empty, and the rebel soldiers did not dare to come forward to invite battle.

After the wind and smoke passed, the ground was full of messes. People are inherently dead, but most of them die without dignity. The enemy is only temporarily retreating, and they will soon make a comeback.

Gong Sheng and Xiahou Xiong lay on their backs on the dry grass, their eyes reflected the clouds in the sky, the endless clouds slowly rolled and crossed the sky, and behind the clouds was a round of red sun. The thick clouds stained a little bit of Danxia, and there was a slight sound of running water not far away.

In the evening, the grass on the bank of Cangshan is flat, the setting sun is bright, and the water is ruthless. In the encirclement of the army on all sides, it is just such an indifferent and vast sunset scene. Gong Sheng didn't think about the 100,000 army that was slowly approaching, there was only the clear sky in his eyes, only the flowing water in his ears, and at this moment there was only the infinite and endless cosmic firmament in his heart, what a hundred thousand troops!

Gong Sheng slapped the ground heavily, he got up, and looked around at the banners of the rebels.

Xiahou Xiong also stood up and looked at him together, looking at the banner of the rebels, but behind him was the support of the army standing by and watching, where the flag was also in the sky.

Xiahou Xiong snorted heavily: "I already knew that these court officials were unreliable, hum!" Sima Lun on that dog day was that! ”

Gong Sheng hadn't heard of these old things when he first came, and he asked, "What's wrong with Sima Lun?" ”

Xiahouxiong said: "Although corruption was rampant here in Yongzhou at the beginning, the people could still live, and this Sima Lun scraped the ground three feet after he came, ha", he patted Gong Sheng on the shoulder, "Everyone finally can't live." ”

"It is said that because of this, the state assassin history Xie Department and Sima Lun quarreled face to face, and later the assassination history book court blew away Sima Lun on this dog day. How ridiculous would it be for a dignified general to be impeached in history? ”

Gong Sheng pointed to the dense rebels in the distance and asked, "So this is the fault of Sima Lun, the king of Zhao?" ”

Xia Houxiong replied, "Yes." ”

"Get ready to fight, they're coming up again."

As he spoke, a small phalanx of rebels came up again, and the rebel soldiers had knives or swords, spears or ge, they wore a variety of clothes, some wore armor, some did not wear armor, they were not elite, but they could also fight in a phalanx. Qi Wannian sent a small array to take turns to fight with the officers and soldiers, which was to crush the officers and troops by virtue of the superiority in troops.

"It's going to be a long time coming... The periphery of the formation sighed.

"Whoosh!" From time to time, arrows still fell in the military formation, and looking around towards the place where the arrows came from, the rebel archers were sparsely lined up in formations that did not look like formations, and the bows and arrows in their hands were scattered rhythmically.

"Luckily, they're not really archers... The old general sighed again.

Such a round battle may not be able to bring down our army... The so-called trapped beast is still fighting, our army has no way to retreat, only to fight to the death, and it will be dark if you hold on for a period of time...

Thinking about the battle situation, his eyebrows were twisted, after all, it had reached a situation where it was difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, he sighed and ordered the handle next to him: "Rectify the reserves, where you can't hold on, you can bring people to block." ”

Shanxun nodded and said, "Understood." ”

After speaking, he was about to go to clean up the team, but was stopped by the old general, only to hear the old general say: "If it is less than half an hour today, our army still has 1,700 soldiers who can fight, and another 400 wounded soldiers, as long as it survives half an hour and enters the twilight, most of the traitors will not fight at night. ”

Shanxun was suddenly startled when he heard this, and he looked around General Jianwei.

Zhou Chu smiled bitterly: "Do you still count on King Liang's rescue at this time?" We had to flee. ”

Shanxun was stunned: "。。。。。。 ”

Zhou Chu continued: "Don't worry, you are ordered to lead the troops to retreat, and you can't disobey my order." "In this way, he was exempted from the charge of fleeing in front of the battle.

Shanxun said: "I can be the queen of the palace, and the general will go first." ”

Zhou Zhi smiled bitterly again: "As soon as I leave, the army's heart will be scattered, and after I come to break, there are still some wounded soldiers available." Saying that, the old general's brows tightened, and he hurriedly ordered, "Go quickly!" ”

The eager wind roared in a low voice, and the voice was drowned out by the melodious sound of the trumpet, "Gale! The small phalanxes of the Qiang warriors were still shouting, killing the enemy before they could live.

"Yikes! Hack you to death Jin dog! ”

A warrior with a sinister smile, he waved the one-handed axe in his hand, and the hand axe slashed fiercely on the shield.

Bearing the shield was a one-armed soldier with a mixture of pain and fear on his young face, "Ah! With his last remaining shield, he struggled to stop the slashing axe.

"Hack you! See how you block it! The man laughed wildly and swung his axe and slashed, and the enemy with one hand could not fight back, "I want your head to bloom!" ”

The one-armed young officer and soldier held his shield and desperately resisted, and he shouted in his heart, "I don't want to die!" I don't want to die! In the fierce collision, he stumbled under his feet and fell to the ground. He fell to the ground, horrified to see a spear pierce the ribs of the Aperium warrior with the axe.

"Kill! Kill them! He shouted and led the men to fight bravely, he only had a hundred soldiers under his command, and this was the last reserve army that the forward army could muster. Shanxun is wearing armor and fighting hard to kill the enemy with a sword in both hands, he has a spear in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, it is useless to take a shield at this time, the front is so weak, every gap that breaks out cannot withstand the delay.

The slaughter of the department like a gust of wind rolled up a burst of blood, and in a moment the gap was blocked, and the one-armed soldier stood on the array again with a shield in one hand and a cold sweat that had not dried, and the shield and shield were spliced together, and a seemingly solid front was re-erected.

Seriously wounded soldiers should not have filled the line, not because of the mercy of those in charge, but because the wounded soldiers were not enough to stabilize the line. Now that the officers and soldiers have no extra troops, they have no choice but to fill the array with wounded soldiers who can still stand up. It seems that the one-armed soldier can block an enemy army with a shield, and in the life and death, this is the last bit of combat power that the official army can squeeze out.

One after another, the trumpets shuttled back and forth on the position, and the hundreds of people of the Yamen general Zhixun had been killed elsewhere, and the one-armed soldier stood in a column with shields and comrades, his body was very cold, and his broken arm hurt to the bones, and before he knew it, tears had slipped down his face.

"Can we live?" The one-armed soldier muttered to himself, as if asking the person next to him.

"Look at whether God appreciates his face." The people around him laughed at him.