After the carnival, he was not sleepy, and even more excited, the steel knife in his hand couldn't help but tremble, and with a hint of warmth, the sky shone from the clouds, and he felt inexhaustible strength. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

His name is He Congfeng, five years ago when the Jurchens invaded the south, he was the defender of Bianliang, but the previous past is not so important, the offensive and defensive battles on the city wall that year, all his brothers are gone, even the only brother has fallen off the city wall, and the old lady also died after crying blind after learning the bad news.

So, he has nothing left, and this life is left.

Sitting in the tent, he didn't go anywhere, constantly rubbing the blade of the cold light, most of the comrades around him were doing the same thing, occasionally someone poked his head out and looked out, thinking that he heard the sound of a drum, but then it was not, and he couldn't help but sit down again with some disappointment.

Among them, what happened to He Congfeng was very similar, most of them were veterans who had survived after Wu Ruijun was disabled, and some of the soldiers under the general named Huang Xin at the beginning were regrouped together and had new names.

......

Knock –

The first drum beat, He Congfeng got up, lifted the curtain to look at the sunlight rising into the sky, took a deep breath fiercely, and then spit out, his voice raised.

"Back—"

More than a dozen figures behind him picked up their weapons, their eyes were firm and full of heat, and they opened the curtain and walked out one after another, shouting: "Kill!!"

Knock Knock Knock –

The drums began to beat intensively, and countless streams of people began to gather together in a formation, and He Congfeng and his brothers in his tent converged over, becoming an inconspicuous splash in the huge wave.

The strong wind blew through the school grounds, the cheeks of countless people, the braziers erected, the heat wave rolled, and the burning flames swayed. On the high platform, the helmet strormed in the harmonious wind, the tall figure with a golden headband (mou two sounds) walked, and the red cloak dragged on the ground.

"After five years of ..... day and night of hard work, today we have finally stood on the land of the Jurchens, today we will take back the lost land from their hands, today we will take back from their hands the backbone that was once unbroken..... today... Tell them that the men of the Han family should not be bullied—"

When the gentle and calm face said these words, his eyes flashed with ferocity, and he slowly put the golden helmet on his head, and his voice was high-pitched: "The arrows that shoot the enemy are already on the string, cut off the head of the enemy chieftain, and set up the spine of my Chinese people." ”

The golden helmet was buckled, and thunder swept the sky: "Died in a battle, the northern frontier of Heroic Soul Town." ”

"Died in the First World War—"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Thousands of soldiers raised their weapons and roared with all their strength, countless blades slapped their shields, and the iron horsemen showed fierceness, and their spears were clubbed on the ground, and the sound was like thunder and explosion over the camp, which did not disperse for a long time.

The general jumped off the high platform, turned over his horse, and arched his hand: "Yue Fei, please all the soldiers!"

After that, the camp gate was pushed open, and the horses galloped out first, and the ground shook and roared. Tens of thousands of foot archers moved slowly, maintaining a tight formation and began to move towards the field.

Woo~~~

~~~ Woo woo woo -

The desolate horn sounded through the sky, it was the Jurchen war mobilization signal being issued, a black pressing straight line on the horizon was like a wave pushing forward, countless Jurchen banners were waving in the wind, the phalanx of foot soldiers formed a huge wall at the forefront of the middle, and the elite Jurchen cavalry separated from each other and leaned back.

The huge battlefield of more than 100,000 people on both sides was like wind and clouds mixed together, and it became chaotic and uneasy.

He Congfeng stood in the middle of the line, tore off the corner of his coat and tied the steel knife to his hand, tightened his teeth tightly, and kept staring at the huge battlefield in the distance, which also had a huge number of troops on the other side, and he tried the grip in his hand.

Very good, unless the hand is broken.

The light of day shone as the day shone on, and there was an order to ride between the phalanxes, and the voice sounded loudly: "Prepare to meet the enemy-" The sound of war drums sounded from the rear camp, and it became more and more urgent.

The battle horn was also sounded in the Jurchen army, and several foot soldiers in the middle of the phalanx began to slowly come over, here, there was a command flag waving, and the generals holding double gongs kept the formation moving slowly in the rhythm of the war drums.

The archers behind the two sides began to wind up, raising their arrows and pointing to the sky, and the knights in command waved the command flag: "Ready!!" The sound of the raised bowstring squeaking tightly.

The next moment, a rain of arrows shot into the sky, and dense arrows slashed through the arc, colliding with the arrows that were rushing straight towards the opponent or falling down, or staggering through the formation of infantry that covered the enemy's advance.

Ping Pong ......

The iron arrow was nailed to the shield wrapped in iron sheet, like a rainstorm hitting a banana leaf, buzz! The figure of the arrow immediately fell on the way forward, and the footsteps behind hurriedly followed, and the rain slowed down a little.

The shields held high above their heads flipped down, and countless figures brandished steel knives and screamed heart-rending screams to make a frantic charge, rolling towards the enemy like a frenzy.

This is when the war began.

He was hit by an arrow in the leg of the wind, and broke it off when he charged, and then chiseled into the Jurchen infantry formation that was close to him, and the sound of countless weapons colliding, shouting, and screaming mixed into his ears, and at the moment of collision, he seemed to have been pushed by someone, rolled on the ground, and did not get up, but stomped off a person's calf with a knife on the spot, revealing Bai Sensen's bones, and the blood splashed his face.

The fallen Jurchen soldier swung his knife and slashed wildly on the ground, and in an instant, a steel knife was inserted into his neck and pulled to the left, cutting his head to only a layer of skin and still attached, completely dead.

He Congfeng got up from the ground with half of his body stained with blood, and on the surrounding battlefield, the crowd had piled up together, and the blades were colliding wildly, cutting into the flesh and blood.

A few years ago, he was a general, and even more a small soldier before that, stuffing silver and women, slowly moving to a high position, never had a real battlefield fight, and occasional training could make him tired like a dog, but then the Jurchens came, and for the first time he stood on the head of the city that guarded countless days and nights and swung his blade with the most terrifying enemy, the brothers died, the younger brother died, and the old mother finally couldn't stand to die.

Looking at the sea of people fighting, the battlefield where blood and viscous breath rushed in, he had never been so eager to swing his steel knife and cut off the opponent's head.

"Never—"

He shouted angrily, the blood seemed to burn in his body, and he poked out a knife and stabbed into the stomach of the figure in front of him, blood splashed out, the man screamed and roared and held his blade with his backhand, and when his fingers fell into the blade, the other arm raised the steel knife, He Congfeng raised his foot and kicked the Jurchen soldier out, and the knife was also pulled out of the opponent's stomach, and the figure with half of his intestines was exposed and rolled on the ground.

"Hahaha... Ha ha... This knife is for my dead brethren!"

He Congfeng gasped and laughed hoarsely, his hideous eyes turned to the figure that rushed to the side, and with a bang, he waved his knife away, the man staggered back for a moment, he screamed "ah-" and rushed forward as if he was fascinated, and twisted the other party's head off his neck with a knife.

"Ho... Ho... This knife is for my brother's ......"

His comrades rushed past him, then ran over and threw themselves into the flesh mill, and disappeared, He Congfeng was still smiling, but tears were coming down from the corners of his eyes.

"Kill the Golden Dog—"

He roared, and rushed forward with the vanishing figure.

PS: Let's start with a small soldier's point of view. Well, two more.