In the early morning of the next day, the third day of the Khitan army's siege of Du Chongwei's 200,000 army, the Khitan army finally launched its offensive. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Woo~Woo~" The horn sounded, and a team of Khitan iron horsemen rushed out of the Khitan camp and formed a position in front of the north slope of Du Chongwei's camp.

In front of the Khitan army, there were more than a dozen chaotic phalanxes of servant armies, and this kind of battle naturally required the soldiers of these servant armies to go first. The lives of Khitan warriors are precious, and Yelu Deguang is reluctant to wear them down easily.

"Kill!" At the sound of an order, the first wave of 3,000 barbarian warriors jumped off their horses, holding their heavy shields high and howling towards the Jin army camp.

"Shoot!" Guo Wei shouted.

Hundreds of arm-thick crossbow arrows flew out from behind the fence of the Jin army camp, with the melody of death, rushing straight towards the crowded crowd, passing through the chest, splashing clusters of bright blood flowers, with a piece of once fresh life, drawing blood-red scars in the crowd.

Bach was the first warrior in the clan, and since he was a child, he has heard a lot of legends about the Central Plains.

Legend has it that the Central Plains are rich in endless wealth, beautiful jewels, and innumerable beauties, gentle as water, and the men of the Central Plains are as weak as docile sheep, without the slightest blood. With a flick of their sword, they will scramble to hand over all their wealth and offer their wives and daughters to win the favor of their masters.

Wealth and beauty should belong to the strong, and the weak are just slaves and wealth subordinate to their masters, which is the rule of the steppe.

Bach believed that he was the number one warrior in the clan, and he was entitled to enjoy the wealth and beauty of the Central Plains, and only a man like him was entitled to the wealth and beauty of the Central Plains. Those weak slaves in the Central Plains were only worthy of him to herd sheep and horses.

With a yearning for a better life, Bach followed the old patriarch to the legendary Central Plains a month ago.

The old patriarch's words were not wrong, in front of the fierce Bach, those men in the Central Plains were indeed very weak. Even those soldiers with knives and guns, as long as Bach glared, they were so screaming that Bach would let Bach beat and scold, and they did not dare to fight back, but only dared to squat on the ground with their heads in their hands and tremble.

The Central Plains also had a lot of wealth, such as beautiful silks, exquisite furniture, gorgeous jewelry, and majestic and delicate architecture...... There are too many, and unfortunately, most of them Bach can't bring them back to the family. If these things can't be enjoyed by the heroic Bach, why can those weak Central Plains men enjoy them.

That being the case, Bach decided to burn everything he couldn't take with him.

This is the punishment of the strong for the weak, and it is the rule set by the immortal heaven.

There are also many girls in the Central Plains who are like water, their skin is as delicate and smooth as silk, and they are as beautiful as the fairies of the grassland. It's a pity that such a woman is too delicate to bring back to the grassland. If these beauties, the heroic Bach, can't enjoy them, why can those weak Central Plains men enjoy them?

So, Bach decided to kill them after enjoying it. In this way, they will always belong to the heroic Bach. On the grassland, women and children below the wheel are not killed, but it doesn't matter, this is in the Central Plains, anyway, there is never a shortage of beautiful women.

After robbing countless riches and killing more than a dozen beauties, Bach continued to kill south with the patriarch. It is said that there is more wealth, there are more beautiful women, and there are men who are equally weak. One man can take a city.

Bach did not have time to show his heroism, to take a city alone. was incorporated into the first group of 3,000 attacking troops.

The patriarch told Bach that they had no need to be afraid, as long as they bravely rushed forward, rushed in front of those cowardly Central Plains soldiers, and waved their knives twice at will, and the battle was over. The cowardly soldiers of the Central Plains would not dare to fight the brave steppe warriors, they would turn and flee until they ran to death vomiting blood.

But Bach found it not easy to rush in front of the cowardly soldiers of the Central Plains. The short spear shot from the camp in the Central Plains was more powerful than his usual throwing spear, and almost every short spear would take the lives of one or even several steppe warriors.

He saw with his own eyes that one of these short spears pierced the patriarch's chest and plunged into Bato's stomach, flying three feet away with his best friend, and then slamming into the ground. The sturdy wooden shield, under the cluster of this short spear, was like papier-mâché, and it was torn apart in an instant.

Bach was a little frightened, but the pride in his heart forced him to roar and rush forward. The patriarch said that as long as he rushed in front of the cowardly Jin soldiers, waved a steel knife, and killed a few trembling Jin soldiers casually, he would win, and the patriarch's words would not be wrong.

"Whoosh" "Whoosh" "Whoosh" ......

Bach, who was lucky enough to escape the bolts of crossbow arrows, suddenly went dark, and saw countless arrows rain down on them.

Oh my God, how could the people of the Jin Kingdom have so many arrows, as if they were shooting indiscriminately without spending money.

The wooden shield in Bach's hand was still intact, and he hurriedly raised the wooden shield, protected most of his body, and continued to rush forward, and in a short time, the wooden shield was full of arrows, and even his left shoulder was hit by two arrows.

But it doesn't matter, two arrows can't kill the brave Bach.

Bach found that there were fewer and fewer people charging with him, and the tight crowd had become much thinner, and there were more than fifty people who fell to the ground, and now there were less than ten left.

By the time he reached the edge of the trench, there were less than five hundred men left who were still charging. Seeing the wide trench with sharp wood at the bottom, Bach almost cried with grief.

It was impossible for him to jump over the wide trench, and even if he did, he would inevitably crash into the dense repulsion horses on the opposite side, and be poked through the stomach. And the man who carried the wooden ladder had already fallen on the way to rush over.

As he hesitated, several arrows came flat from under the wooden shield and struck Bach in the chest.

These arrows seemed to have been used by someone to perform witchcraft, and Bach only felt as if his strength had been sucked away by these arrows, and he could no longer stand, and was planted in the trench.

"Poof", "poof", "poof", a sharp wooden stick pierced Bach's body at the same time.

Bach knew he was going to die.

Before he died, Bach only wanted to know if the Khitans would really bring the treasures he had stolen at the cost of his life.

When the last soldier of the servant army fell on the battlefield, Guo Wei shook his head, these barbarians, although they were brave, did not know the most basic ways to cooperate and protect each other on the battlefield.

Such an attack, at most, only caused the Jin army to lose some arrows, and did not have much practical significance.

Or, is this just a temptation of Yelu Deguang's approach to the Jin army, using three thousand lives to test it, is the price too great?