"What are you waiting for?" Zhang Yanze shouted loudly, "Quickly give the order to shoot a crossbow and release arrows! If you don't give another order, the Tartars will rush up!"

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Wang Chongyin lowered his head, he could understand the torment in Guo Wei's heart at this time, in Zhenzhou City, he had also faced such a choice.

Fu Yanqing was thoughtful and didn't say anything, if it was him, he might choose to give up the long-range attack.

But among the generals, people like Zhang Yanze account for the majority after all, in their eyes, the people are just ants for fish and meat, although they usually put it on their lips from time to time, but how many of them really take the people seriously?

The Khitan servant army approached closer and closer, less than two hundred steps away from the wall, a common man accidentally guessed the iron thistle laid by the Jin army, screamed, rolled to the ground, a Khitan servant army stepped forward without saying a word, and chopped off his head with a knife.

Could it be that the lives of the Central Plains people are so worthless in the hearts of the Khitan people?

The Central Plains soldiers in front of the battle were angry, and their eyes were almost bursting with fire.

Zhang Yanze couldn't bear it anymore, rushed to a bed crossbow in three steps and two steps, snatched the wooden hammer in the soldier's hand, and slammed it into the mechanism.

"Whoosh" A crossbow arrow with a cold light shot towards the crowd. The sound of "poof" passed through the chest of a Central Plains citizen, pierced into the heart of the Khitan servant army who followed him, strung the two together, and continued to retreat with the two.

The Central Plains man turned his head slightly, his gaze colliding with the frightened gaze of the barbarian behind him.

The barbarian suddenly felt an indescribable pleasure and irony in his gaze, and the two of them fell together in the corpse, blood gathered together, and there was no distinction between them.

This cold water was like dripping from a pan of oil, and the entire battlefield suddenly boiled.

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

Crossbow arrows flew out of the small window on the wall, leaping towards the crowd.

The people of the Central Plains could no longer care about the constraints of the Khitan servant army behind them, and ran around. Fortunately, he escaped from the battlefield from both sides, but unfortunately, he happened to be cut in half by a servant soldier next to him.

At that time, the Khitan servant army at this time could no longer take care of the people of the Central Plains, and they knew that the most important thing at this time was to rush to the wall, and the longer they stayed on the northern slope, the greater the possibility of them being shot.

One by one, the carvings fell, and countless people fell in a pool of blood, including Central Plains people and grassland people......

After a short time, the first Khitan servant army passed through the trench, climbed over the rejection horse, and rushed to the wall. What made him desperate was that he couldn't climb the one-foot high wall, and the partner who was in charge of transporting the wooden ladder didn't know where it was.

In his desperate roar, one by one Eagle Ling was released from the bowstring of the Jin soldiers who leaned out, instantly shooting him into a hedgehog.

On a dirt slope four miles away from the battlefield, Li Fengyun and Huangfu, who were riding on horses, looked coldly at the battlefield in the distance. Although from here, the people on the battlefield are like insignificant ants, unable to see the specific situation of the battlefield clearly, but the sky-high killing can still be clearly felt. A gust of wind blew, and it seemed that the strong smell of blood on the battlefield could still be smelled.

"Have you attacked? It's been almost three hours, and the Khitans have attacked the wall several times. Huangfu Yu asked, a little worried in his heart.

Li Fengyun shook his head and said, "The Khitan people's main formation has not moved yet, and our three watchmen have sneaked over quietly, but we are not ready to fight the Khitans." ”

Suddenly, a violent north wind blew, and Huangfu was surprised: "Strange, how can the north wind blow at this time?"

Yes, the north wind should not blow this season, and Du Chongwei and others standing on the lookout are also extremely strange. At this time, the sudden north wind was very unfavorable to the Jin army. Due to the influence of high winds, arrows shot from the walls of the wall will become weak and have no damage, in contrast, arrows fired by the Khitans will fly farther and be more damaging by taking advantage of the wind.

What's even more disadvantageous is that the sand and dust raised by the north wind will fascinate the eyes of the Jin army, while the Khitans are fighting against the wind, but they are not affected at all.

God seemed to be deliberately going against the Jin army, and the north wind was blowing more and more fiercely, and the dust raised made it almost impossible to open people's eyes. With a "click", a battle flag tied to the lookout was blown by the whistling north wind.

Everyone's hearts sank suddenly, and the wind blew the banner, this is a bad omen, is it difficult for God to die in Dajin?

"Hahahaha," unlike Du Chongwei and the others, Yelu Deguang in the Khitan army laughed loudly, "God really help me!

"Our army will win!" the morale of tens of thousands of Khitan troops was greatly boosted and they shouted in unison.

Tens of thousands of Khitan troops jumped off their horses together, one by one, and followed closely behind the servant army, killing the Jin army camp. For a while, the war was suddenly tight, and people poured into the wall.

The horses outside the wall were picked up by the Khitans and piled up outside the wall for climbing.

Under the wall, those bed crossbows were almost fired against the chests of the Khitans, and there was no need to aim at all.

However, more and more bed crossbows are no longer able to be fired, because the layers of corpses have blocked the firing window.

Eight people are in charge of a bed crossbow, and winding a bed crossbow is no easy job.

Wang Xiaosan didn't know how many crossbow arrows he fired, and he didn't know how many Khitans he killed. At this moment, he only felt weak, and he didn't seem to have the strength to move his fingers. However, the strange thing is that after firing a thousand crossbow arrows, with the help of Tong Ze, Wang Xiaosan can always wind the crossbow arrows again.

Wang Xiaosan was already numb, his own brother Wang Xiaosi fell beside him, he didn't have time to be sad, he didn't have a chance to shed a tear. On this day, he had seen too many deaths, and perhaps the next moment, a cold arrow shot by someone would penetrate his chest through the small firing window.

In this bloody battlefield, sadness and tears are a very luxurious thing. Every moment is precious now, and the sorrow and tears will be left after the war, and the blood and soul of the Tartars are the best sacrifices.

It's worth it, after killing so many Khitans, the revenge of the parents should be avenged, the revenge of the brothers and sisters should also be avenged, and the revenge of the fathers and villagers should also be almost avenged, even if you die in battle at this time, what does it matter?

The blood dripping from the plank above his head had made the ground slippery and difficult to put his feet on.

There was another scream and the sound of falling on the wooden board, and Wang Xiaosan knew that another heroic spirit of Tongze had passed away with the wind.

If you shoot a Tartar more, you can save the life of one more Tongze.

Wang Xiaosan mustered all his strength and once again worked with everyone to string the bed crossbow.