Wan Yanchang didn't give Captain Zhang a chance to breathe. He thrust the machete in his hand and stabbed Captain Zhang in the chest. In the pouring rain, Captain Zhang covered his broken arm and hurriedly rolled to the ground next to the dead Jin Bing and picked it up with one hand.
With his long sword, he used his left leg to support the long sword and slowly stood up. Wanyanchang couldn't remember how many people he had killed in the battlefield for many years, but he was still the first to encounter such a tough Song soldier.
This time, he suddenly felt pity for the talent and sneered, wiped the rain from his face, looked at Colonel Zhang who was already in pain and could not stand still, and said in blunt Chinese: "You... Nanmanzi... surrender to us Jin people.
, I won’t kill you…if you resist again…go die!”
Lieutenant Zhang gasped, and blood flowed out from between his teeth. He endured the pain and laughed loudly: "How can humans... mix with dogs... I am a human, not a dog... you want me
Surrendering is such a wishful thinking!" The two Jin soldiers behind Wan Yanchang came up with their swords, ready to chop the arrogant Song soldier to death with one blow. Wan Yanchang waved his hand on the horse and let the Jin soldiers
Withdrew.
Wan Yanchang looked at Captain Zhang and said angrily: "You bastard... Nanbarbarian... you don't know how to appreciate me!" Wan Yanchang raised the machete in his hand and slashed across the waist towards Captain Zhang. Captain Zhang stood still
In the heavy rain, he watched the blade strike motionlessly. Wanyanchang suddenly felt a knot in his heart, thinking that this kid was at the end of his strength and had no strength to even dodge. Zhang Xiaowei really did not have the strength to go any further.
He dodged, and all his strength was concentrated on his left leg. When Wanyanchang's machete was less than three inches away from his waist, the long knife picked up the muddy water on the ground and hit Wanyanchang directly in front of his face. He pulled the horse's bridle with his left hand and jumped up with all his strength.
Get up. The Wuzui horse let out a long neigh when frightened and raised its front legs in the air to kick Captain Zhang. Wanyan Changke, who was sitting on the horse, was almost knocked off by the Wuzui horse.
Zhang Xiaowei's chest was immediately kicked by Wu Zui Ma, and several ribs were broken. The broken ribs were inserted into his lungs, and two balls of blood spurted out from his chest like a fountain. Zhang Xiaowei's hands were still tightly grasped.
With the bridle on the horse's bridle, the whole person was carried into the air by the black horse. Zhang Xiaowei was waiting for this opportunity. He turned the long knife in his hand and chopped it straight towards Wan Yanchang's head...
Wan Yanchang understood that this Song soldier wanted to sacrifice his life for his life. Wan Yanchang quickly flipped the machete in his hand from sweeping to picking, and clamped his legs between the horse's belly. The black horse took two steps back in pain. Chapter
The captain was suffering from the fact that he only had one hand and could no longer pull the horse's head, so he slashed the horse's head with the long knife in his hand and cut off half of the horse's head. The black horse twitched and fell down. This felt like
A cramping pain came from his abdomen, and Wanyanchang's machete had already torn open his abdomen and chest...
Captain Zhang fell to the ground almost at the same time as Wan Yanchang, and the machete came out of his hand. Jin Bing hurriedly came over to help Wan Yanchang, who was in a panic. Wan Yanchang knew in his heart that if it weren't for Wu Zhui's horse to take his place,
After blocking that knife, the one whose head was missing now was not Wu Zima. Wan Yanchang roared and pulled out the sword of the golden soldier beside him and walked to Zhang Xiaowei. At this time, Zhang Xiaowei's intestines flowed all over his mouth and nose.
A large amount of blood spurted out. The person was already in a coma. Wanyan risked a knife and cut off Zhang Xiaowei's left hand. Zhang Xiaowei suddenly opened his eyes and curled up in pain, his throat couldn't hold.#
## He made a whooshing sound from his mouth and the severe pain all over his body made Captain Zhang speechless.
"You...you dare to attack me...I want you...to die a good death...please beg for mercy...let the...Nanbarbarians in Chuzhou Prefecture listen..." Wan Yanchang raised his knife and pointed at Colonel Zhang.
After slashing and hacking indiscriminately, Zhang Xiaowei gritted his teeth and did not say a soft word. After seven or eight cuts, Wan Yanchang was stunned by the bloody man on the ground. Zhang Xiaowei weakly spit out the blood in his mouth, and reluctantly
He glanced towards the top of Chuzhou City. He gathered all the remaining strength in his body and shouted: "Brother...brothers...for me...for me...kill more...kill more golden dogs...big
...General...Zhang Wei...I'm sorry for you...the South Road is not...not..." Zhang Xiaowei did not come up for a breath, his head tilted and he lay on this land forever. The Song Army on the top of the city
Gritting his teeth and holding tears in the heavy rain, he sobbed as he watched Captain Zuo take his last breath. The heavy rain immediately washed away his blood. Captain Zhang just lay pale between heaven and earth, never to get up again.
Already...
One hundred thousand soldiers of the Jin Kingdom stood in the rain and were stunned by the crippled and wounded soldier of the Song Kingdom in front of them. No matter how fierce a fighter was, he would be afraid of pain, but the crippled and wounded soldier completely forgot that he dared to fight with the enemy with his life. Wan Yanchang
Jin Bing looked at the silence of the audience and shouted: "Cut off his head and hang it on the flag. I want to sacrifice the flag to avenge my Wuzui horse!"
Jin Wushu stopped the Jin soldiers, and instead had Zhang Xiaowei's body and body parts pieced together. Wanyanchang asked angrily: "Jin Wushu, what are you going to do? That's the one who killed my horse.
Man!" The war horse is like his own brother to the people on the Jurchen horseback. Wan Yanchang really couldn't bear that Jin Wushu had to piece together the little Song soldiers who killed his beloved war horse.
The corpse's face suddenly dropped and he looked sideways at Jin Wushu.
Jin Wushu ignored him and rode on his horse to say a few words to the Jin soldiers general behind him. The Jin soldiers general blew a loud whistle, and several Jin soldiers holding horses came from the Jin army.
Soldiers. Four Song soldiers who were shot like hedgehogs were carried on horseback. Zhao Li almost had his teeth broken when he looked at the top of the city. The five warriors all sacrificed their lives for the sake of the people in the city and died heroically.
However, as the guard of Chuzhou Mansion, he could only watch them die! If there were not so many innocent people in the city who really wanted to be like Captain Zhang, he would have killed a few golden dogs.
No regrets...
According to Jin Wushu's order, the Jin people tied the bodies of the five Song soldiers to their horses, drove the horses to a place a hundred steps away from the gate of Chuzhou City, and put down the dead bodies. Jin Wushu raised his head and glared at Zhao Li.
After taking a look, and then looking at the increasingly heavy rain, he raised his fist in the air, and all the Jin troops began to set up tents on the spot.
Wan Yanchang stopped Jin Wushu and shouted: "Jin Wushu, what do you mean? The Chuzhou Mansion is right in front of you, but you don't attack the city. If you set up camp here, aren't you afraid that Yue Fei will lead his troops to attack? When the time comes,
We are attacked from both sides, and we may be the ones who die! Did you send these Song soldiers outside the Chuzhou Prefecture to please Zhao Li?"
Jin Wushu let out a long sigh, pointed to the corpse in front of the city gate and said: "Don't be lazy, although these five Nanman men were unknown people when they were alive, their dead corpses are of great use."
"What? Their corpses should be here for the Nanbarbarians to watch with our own eyes as we carve out their hearts and sacrifice them to the flag. What do you want to do with their corpses?" Wan Yanchang didn't understand what Jin Wushu meant by this move and was stunned.
Look at Jin Wushu.
Jin Wushu shook his head with a sinister smile and said: "I'm lazy, Emperor Taizu wants us to learn Chinese and the Central Plains culture. It seems that you haven't mastered it yet. In the art of war of the Han people, the right way is to break without attacking.
He said, raise your head and look at Zhao Li on the top of the city. He is like an injured wolf now. An injured wolf on the grassland is unstoppable. We are outside Chuzhou Prefecture, and the time and place are favorable.
None of them have the upper hand. It will rain heavily and the siege road will be slippery, and the number of casualties will increase greatly. Geographically, we have no chance to take advantage of the unfamiliar terrain, so a rash attack will outweigh the gain. Now we can only make a fuss about people and people.
, I originally deliberately shot and wounded a Song soldier, hoping that Zhao Li would open the city to rescue me, and my two rows of Taza vanguard battalions could take the opportunity to break through the city gate. Unexpectedly, I was caught by Zhao Li, and two rows of elite soldiers were burned alive by him.
In the forest!"
Jin Wushu said that Zhao Li's eyes flashed with murderous intent, but he immediately calmed down and continued: "The culture of the Central Plains is extensive and profound. During the Warring States Period, Zhao State was originally the most powerful, but Qin General Bai Qi's Battle of Changping suddenly
He defeated the State of Zhao. It was not that he killed hundreds of thousands of people in the State of Zhao, but that he placed the corpses of Zhao State at the gate of the city of Zhao State. The hearts of the State of Zhao were frightened by the corpses of hundreds of thousands of compatriots. From then on, the State of Zhao
After a fall, it was finally defeated by the Qin army."
Wanyanchang clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "Jin Wushu, you are too flattering to Zhao Li! Tell me, after the rain stops, we will immediately break through the Chuzhou Prefecture and directly attack Lin'an. That will destroy the Song Dynasty."
serious."
Jin Wushu also laughed and said: "You're too lazy to attack Chuzhou Mansion for seven days and seven nights. Is it because you don't have enough troops and food? Why were you still defeated by Zhao Li?"
Wan Yanchang's eyes widened, and he was immediately speechless by Jin Wushu's words. He raised the waist knife in his hand and cursed: "You... you... you laugh at my incompetence!"
Jin Wushu shook his head and waved his hands and said: "Don't be excited and calm down. I'm not laughing at you. I just want you to know that Zhao Li is not an easy person to deal with. If we forcefully attack the warriors of Hulan River who have killed and injured many, then forget it
What's the use of victory?" Wan Yanchang was silent now. He also knew that the Kingdom of Jin originated from the white mountains and black waters, where there were vast grasslands and the wide Lalin River. But after many years of fighting against Daliao,
The population has dropped sharply. Now the troops are divided into two groups to attack the Song Dynasty. The most lacking thing is people. If there are too many casualties in order to capture Chuzhou Prefecture, it is definitely not the victory I want...
Jin Bing had already set up cowhide tents outside Chuzhou Mansion. The tents looked like there were so many stars in the sky that they could not be counted. Jin Wushu got off his horse, took out the iron bow from the saddle bag, and took out a pen and paper to write.
After receiving a letter urging surrender, he drew his bow and fired an arrow straight at the top of the Chuzhou Prefecture city. An ordinary person could shoot a hundred steps away, but Jin Wushu was at least two hundred steps away from the top of the Chuzhou Prefecture city. The sharp arrow flew straight through the rain curtain.
Zhao Li at the top of the city.
Zhao Li stretched out his hand and caught the flying arrow firmly. The tiger's mouth was shaken by the arrow and felt a faint pain. He took off the letter on the arrow. Zhao Li didn't even look at it, pinched it in his hand, crushed it into pieces and threw it down from the top of the city. Wan Yanchang asked
: "What does that Nanman mean?"
Jin Wushu put his hands behind his hands and smiled and said: "He means to fight if he wants, and he is too lazy to talk to us. Hahaha, send an order to the whole army to strengthen their alert, and attack the city tomorrow to take Zhao Li's head..."