Wei Ge Ning Ling smiled and patted Zhang He's miserable face and said: "First take Ningbian City and find a place for the brothers to shelter from the wind and cold."
Zhang He looked at Wei Ge, who was starting to sort out his weapons, and said, "Are you determined to die?"
Wei Ge Ning Ling, who was tying fur on his legs, just smiled at Zhang He and pointed to the Ningbian City Road in the distance: "After we open the city gate, all you have to do is follow closely."
With a long knife on his back and his whole body covered with white shredded sheepskin, Wei Ge Ning Ling crawled on the ground and crawled towards Ningyuan City bit by bit. The silver moonlight shone on the ground, and the color of the wool almost melted with the remaining snow on the ground.
Together, the people climbing towards the city wall were not only Wei Ge Ningling, but also five hundred of the strongest Xixia warriors.
The cold moon hangs on the corner of Diaodu in Ningyuan City. There are only piles of flames burning like will-o'-the-wisps at the top of the city. Groups of Liao people stamp their feet and cheer their hands around the fire to keep warm. In such cold weather,
At night, even with a bonfire, people don't feel much warmth.
There were howls of wolves in the distance, but the Liao people beside the fire didn't care. On such a night, those hungry wild wolves could only vent their dissatisfaction by howling.
Every winter, wild wolves will consciously approach places where humans live. Only here can they find enough food.
In the cold weather, Zhang He's forehead was dripping with sweat. He knew how terrifying the number of wolves was. The frozen-meat-like body of the Liao messenger simply could not satisfy the appetite of the huge wolves, even if twenty or thirty Liao wolves were added.
Human corpses still don't work.
Wei Ge Ning ordered the short spear to penetrate into the gap in the city wall. He grabbed the short spear and turned up, lying on the short spear. When his body stabilized, he took out another short spear from his back and tried his best to
Pierce it into a seemingly deep hole.
Like other cities on the grassland, Yongbyon City has a weathered past, and the mottled city walls are as old as an old man's face.
Wei Ge Ningling gritted his teeth and climbed up. Two short spears tied with ropes were his tools for climbing the city. At this time, if any Liao people looked down from the city wall, they would be shocked to find that the city wall was covered with enemies.
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A frightened bird spread its wings and was about to fly away from the bird hole in the city wall, but a big blood-stained hand held the bird.
Wei Ge Ning ordered to bite off the bird's head, greedily sucked the little bird's little blood clean, and squatted on a pole less than four feet away from the city head to watch his companions ascend the city.
There were many people who successfully reached this position, but there were also many who fell. The dull sound of human bodies hitting the ground was not clear among the howls of wolves.
Seeing that everyone was reaching the last step of climbing the city, Wei Ge Ningling put his hands on the city head, crossed the crenellations of the city head nimbly, and without saying a word, he raised his knife and rushed towards the Liao people who were warming up by the fire at the city head.
When a human head fell into the fire, the half-asleep Liao people stood up in panic. Before they could scream, the wolf-like and ferocious Xixia people broke their necks.
Wei Ge Ning Ling's judgment is correct. Although the battle between Song and Liao has been fought with uncertainty, for Ningbian City, the war is still very far away from them. Even if the Song people want to go out, the target will only be
An important place like Xijing, a small city on the grassland, really did not attract the attention of the Song people. Even Xiao Dahu thought so, and deliberately placed his baggage here. Unless the Song people attacked Xijing, otherwise
I can’t come to Yongbyon City.
The person stationed at Ningbian City is Xiao Tong, Xiao Dahu's youngest son. Xiao Dahu loves his little son very much. The reason why he transferred him from Zhongjing Road to guard Ningbian City this time is to give him a chance to gain military exploits.
Opportunity.
It's a pity that although Xiao Tong was talented in literature, he was not good at martial arts. All matters were left to his subordinates to deal with. He spent the whole day watching the pulse of the west wind, chanting poems and composing poems.
The commander-in-chief was like this, so the sergeants below naturally followed suit with all their strength. The only thing the deputy-general thought about when facing the mountains of baggage was to see how much he could take away. As for the city defenses, he really didn't care.
Five hundred wolves climbed onto the city wall. Each one held a branch in his mouth and remained silent even if he died in battle. After Wei Ge Ningling heard several piercing screams, he felt extremely worried, lest these few screams
The cry attracted a large group of Liao people.
"Bo Leng, don't be entangled, hurry up and open the city gate!"
A man biting a branch nodded, waved his flail to deflect two long knives, raised his foot and kicked down the Liao soldiers on the opposite side. His fur-covered boots severely broke the Liao soldiers' necks. He waved behind him and walked along the steps.
Got off the city wall.
Two short spears dealt with the two Liao soldiers who rushed into the city. Wei Ge Ning Ling looked at the slowly opening city gate and touched the alarm bell next to him, and couldn't help but open his big mouth full of blood and laugh.
Get up, as long as the cavalry led by Zhang He enters the city, the city will be taken, and his subordinates who are huddled in the caves warming themselves will have a way to survive.
This battle was not for fame and wealth, nor for the beauty of the country, but simply for survival. For the first time, Wei Ge Ningling abandoned his superior kingship and his noble identity, and instead fought like an ordinary soldier.
With dry food, ice and snow, he fought fiercely like the most ordinary Xixia warrior. Until this moment, the anger in his chest seemed to have just waited to be expressed. Hearing the sound of the steel knife beside him entering the bone, Wei Ge Ningling felt it for the first time.
There seemed to be something wrong with the way he led troops in battle before.
Now among my few subordinates, each one fights like a wolf, a tiger, a bear, or a poisonous snake, but they don't look like one person.
Wei Ge Ningling shouted loudly, and his voice was heard far away in the night. This was a signal. The Xixia warriors spat out the branches in their mouths and began to scream and attack the remaining Liao people.
The ecstatic Zhang He rushed into the city on horseback, holding a torch and rushed towards the city lord's palace as soon as possible. There were two extremely majestic warehouses built by the Liao people. As long as the warehouses could not be lost, the right wing of the Shun Army Division would not be lost.
perish.
The loss of 5,000 men and horses in the battle with the Song Army is nothing. As long as they have warm winter clothes and sufficient armaments, the Shun Army Division in the right wing of the Chaoyang Dynasty can definitely be reborn.
The marshal said that he would not seal the sword, and the beast that had been imprisoned at the rolling bell mouth for almost ten years finally awakened from the hearts of the Xixia people, and they frantically began their first killing in ten years.
The sound of fighting finally woke up this sleeping city from its sleep. As soon as the disheveled Liao people walked out of their houses, they encountered the ferocious-looking Xixia people. I don’t know how many enemies have entered the city. The Liao army
The princes could only hurriedly organize a weak resistance to buy more preparation time for their city lord.
The moon had already set, and it was the darkest moment before dawn. Nothing could be seen clearly in the darkness. The Xixia soldiers could only rely on the dull feeling of the swords and guns in their hands to penetrate their flesh to judge whether they had stabbed the enemy.
Zhang He's knights also threw away the obvious torches like arrow targets, and could only rely on the sound and feeling of their long knives hitting the wooden gun shafts to judge whether they had blocked the enemy's attack.
Those Liao soldiers holding scimitars suffered a big loss at this moment. They were originally preparing to gather at the city lord's palace, because each of them received strict orders to ensure that Xiao Tong survived, otherwise they, as clan soldiers, would not be able to survive after the war.
One person can survive.
The bucklers have been put away. It is absolutely too late to take them temporarily. Although the scimitar in your hand can kill the enemy, you have just woken up from sleep. Your muscles and bones are all soft. How can you defeat those wolves and tigers?
The Xixia soldiers resisted for a few times and then were killed and dispersed in a rush.
Zhang He knew that anyone in front of him was an enemy, so he loosened the reins of his horse and controlled it with his legs, wielding two long knives and constantly slashing forward. Facing the surging troops, he
Every cut he made failed.
He could feel the spears piercing the armor. He kept twisting his body, letting the spears bring up a string of sparks on his body, and he only knew how to rush forward with all his strength.
Following the shrill neighing of the war horses, the horses under Zhang He began to retreat. The biological instinct drove these animals to dodge in the dangerous direction.
Zhang He turned his long knife upside down and hit the war horse's butt hard. The pained war horse neighed and moved forward crazily, pushing away the crowd in front and tearing out a gap. With this,
After a gap, the horse's hooves, which had just been forced to stop, slowly began to accelerate again.
The entire formation of the Liao people had been smashed to pieces. In order to avoid the horses that had just started running, they got into the houses next to the street and threw a lot of debris from the houses on the street. The knights
They fell off their horses one after another, but the injured horses still ran rampant in the streets, completely turning the newly formed team of the Liao people into a mess.
The Xixia people didn't care about their lives at this time. They only knew one thing. If they couldn't take Ningyuan City today, their entire army would be annihilated.
Regardless of whether they were injured or not, they still shouted loudly and attacked forward. During the attack, they waved their long knives back and forth in front of themselves while advancing in small steps. They felt the presence of their comrades around them.
The basic front was maintained. Only the fallen horses and enemies rolling on the ground could pose a certain threat to them.
There was no time to kill the enemies who fell on the ground, so they had to keep swinging the long sword forward. They instinctively raised their legs and stepped down again, trampling the enemies who were rolling in the blood and trying to get up again until they vomited blood.
Zhang He's eyes suddenly lit up, and he realized that he had defeated the Liao people's defeated troops and had arrived at the gate of the city guard's mansion.
A glimmer of light appeared on the horizon, and a heavily armored general was running westward surrounded by a group of personal guards. Zhang He licked the blood on his mouth and laughed: "The enemy general has fled, our army has won a great victory!
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The Xixia cavalry who had just fought their way out of the crowd shouted together: "The enemy general has fled, our army is victorious!" (To be continued)