The Nanchuan River is rolling eastward, and there are monstrous turbid waves, hitting the rocks and hitting the shore. For thousands of years, the river is still the same, and the lonely crane is miserable. The smoke was misty, the yellow sand covered the sun, and the three thousand strong men were all bloody, killing tens of millions of Song troops. He threw himself to the ground, not blinding, and angry at the river. Huangquan is on the first line, talking and laughing for morality.

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The sun was remnant, the wind and sand were all over the sky, and the flags crackled in the howling wind.

The battlefield on the banks of the Nanchuan River was in disarray, and the camp on the high slope was dilapidated but stable as a rock. In addition to the rear, the corpses were piled up on three sides. So much so that the Praetorian attack had to drag away the corpses of their comrades.

The blood all over the ground stained the entire land red, which shows the fierceness of the battle.

The forbidden army did not know what was going on, and launched four fierce attacks before and after. Not to be outdone, the minions of Shaohua Mountain gave a head-on blow. The attacking and defending sides have been fighting since the morning, and the arrows have been consumed.

Even though the soldiers took turns to rest, they were in a very tired state.

Both sides simply did not have time to count the battle damage, only knowing that the number was constantly decreasing.

"Kill!" After the retreat of the forbidden army, the ranks were reorganized for the fifth time. Despite the fear of death on the faces of many people, no one took a step back. He took heavy steps again, carrying the few remaining ladders, and started a new round of fighting, and the earth-shattering shouts of killing covered up the sound of war drums.

The cavalry of the forbidden army has suffered heavy losses one after another, and has learned to be obedient. No longer charge along a smooth road. Instead, they used a strong bow and crossbow, and as the fire behind the infantry suppressed, the uneasy sound of the war horse echoed in the ears.

"Phew, cheer me up, the forbidden army has died many times more than us, don't be afraid. And our reinforcements are coming right away, fuck the fuck. Shang Ranwei held it

spear, white robe and white armor on his body became bloodstained. The gentle and elegant man was also annoyed by the madness of the forbidden army.

He kicked the corpse of the enemy soldier and flew it down, looked left and right, saw that the minions looked a little tired, and pointed to the corpses down the slope to boost morale.

There are a thousand people, and the earth is full of heaven.

There are 10,000 people, and there is no boundary.

The dense forbidden army pounced again, and the minions were not to be outdone. Except for the boiling water splashed, there were no more stones and rolling logs, and some of the materials for defending the city had long since run out, and the first two hand-to-hand combat began.

The minions were dressed in heavy iron armor, with swords and shields in front, spears and archers in the back, and large groups of cavalry galloping to replace them at any time, or suppress them with firepower. They were extremely brave, and they fought with the forbidden army that climbed up with each other, and they formed teams of three or five, cooperating with each other, and quickly killed their opponents. The horses neighed and roared, and the hooves sounded like thunder, making people unable to escape.

Many minions had arrows stuck in their right arms, but they slashed desperately with their unskilled left hands, and they were hit by arrows in their thighs, limping to the death. The face is hideous, the eyes are red, the roar is loud, and even the other party's ears are bitten. Defeated the forbidden army again and again, so that the opponent could not advance half a step.

Both sides continued to fall, but the casualties paid by the forbidden army were several times greater. The corpses piled up higher and higher down the slope, and the blood gathered almost into a stream.

The breath of blood and fire filled the air, and the calls of the soldiers on both sides and the sound of swords clashing were intertwined, as if the whole world was trembling. The horses galloped wildly, and the dust almost obscured the sky. The gorgeous sunset is obscured by smoke and dust, which makes people feel oppressive.

The smoke of gunpowder, the breaking of the war, and the long neighing of the war horses are there

Wandering on the battlefield. The blood-stained disabled soldiers, the blood dripping down, soaked the loess underground in a blink of an eye. The screams and scolding are like a heroic tragedy.

"Oh my God, why are copycat strongmen so scary?"

The commander of this battle, Wu Bidu, was in a state of sluggishness. Stupidly looked at the tragic battlefield and the defeated forbidden army again and again, and exclaimed. These are all elite soldiers of Yan'an Mansion, and many of them are officers of the Western Army, but they can't help the strongmen? If you say it, you will laugh off your big teeth.

"Wu Dujian, Mingjin retreats! Don't let the innocent soldiers die. Xin Congzhong frowned and looked at this capital prisoner, and his tone became a little tough. Today's several fierce attacks were all the result of this Wu Dujian's vomiting and fighting. At least three full-fledged battalions were attritioned in battle.

Wu Yu's face was a little unsightly, but he hummed and ordered Mingjin to withdraw his troops. When the last rays of the remnant sun disappeared in the sky, the forbidden soldiers heard the sound of gold in the rear and retreated decisively, hula like the tide receding.

Heralding the seventh offensive thoroughly!

In the evening, white flags were held up and down the slopes and began to collect the remains of the martyrs. The forbidden army could only take away the corpses, iron armor, and arrows. If you don't agree, you can't do it, who told the large group of minions on the slope to look at it viciously.

Xin Congzhong looked at Shaohua Mountain's minions whose combat strength was soaring, and his heart was mixed. What kind of person is the head of the 800,000 forbidden army in Tokyo? Now they are forced to go up the mountains and fall into the grass, and the terrible consequences have begun to appear. In just a few months, the combat effectiveness of Shaohuashan's minions was not inferior to that of the regular army.

"Traitors mislead the country, and sooner or later it will lead to a catastrophe!" Xin Cong is loyal and has relatives!

When two sides are at war, there will be death

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As the attacking side, the Janissaries suffered particularly heavy losses, with as many as two and a half battalions killed in battle. More than half of the battalion suffered light and serious wounded, and almost half of the losses were lost.

The vast majority of those who fell were the elite of Yan'an Mansion.

"Damn, how can this be?" The Chinese army is in a big tent, and Wu Bi is in a terrible mood. The forbidden army he brought with him was only more than 500 people who could fight. The rest were either killed or wounded, and 2,000 Janissaries were on the verge of being disabled.

Xin Congzhong comforted in disguise beside him: "Hey, this group of strongmen is different, last time I led my troops to almost wipe out the entire army." You can only outwit or drag. ”

In fact, there is a sentence that has not yet been said, today's round of strong attacks, the opponent's morale has not been lowered, but is still high, more fearless of death, and enhanced the actual combat experience. It is estimated that after tomorrow, although there will be fewer people, it will be more difficult.

Thinking that Wang Jin, who was even more terrible, did not show up, Xin Congzhong was a little worried: "Wu Dujian, I suggest retreating to the other side of the river overnight to defend and take the initiative to ask for reinforcements." Otherwise, with our current strength, we will not be able to win the camp at all. ”

Wu Yu quickly recovered from the shock of casualties, thought for a moment and shook his head: "General Xin is too worried, although we have suffered a lot of losses, the other party is also not small. The imperial court has allocated tens of thousands of troops, and I want to see who consumes whom! If you cross the river overnight and are discovered by the other party, it is estimated that you will fall into passivity. ”

And in the Gaopo camp, Shang Ranwei changed color after learning about his casualties, and grinned: "Damn, you say it again, how many casualties?" ”

Zhou Ming, who had been promoted to the big boss, shrunk his neck and said again: "In this battle, more than 300 minions in Shaohua Mountain are sleeping here, the injured are as high as seven or eight hundred, there are dozens of seriously injured, and more than 100 war horses have been lost......"

Because it is the defending side and is good at cooperating, the number of casualties is much smaller than that of the forbidden army. It's just that this is a huge loss for the cottage.

Because these are the most elite minions, and if you die one, you will have one less.

But now, there are more than 300 battle losses in the first war!

It is an unprecedented loss of the cottage, which is heartbreaking.

"Damn, Lao Tzu must catch the enemy general." Shang Ranwei's fair face was a little hideous, and the iron marching kettle was pinched and creaked.

Time passed little by little, and the corpses were clearly separated as the slope outside. The soldiers on both sides returned separately, and the jumping torches looked so desolate.

And in the middle of the night, reinforcements from Shaohua Mountain arrived.

Hao Siwen led 3,000 minions with only a few days of dry food and weapons and equipment, and since the early hours of yesterday morning, they have forcibly marched all the way and taken the lead in killing......