They were clustered together, leaning on each other, arm in arm, and their heavy shields were tied with ropes and hung around their necks. This was their only protection. They walked very slowly, heading north and very resolutely. Song Jun clearly knew
Such a group of people does not pose much of a threat to themselves, but they still can't help but focus most of their attention on this group of people because their behavior is difficult to understand.
He had already walked into the range of the crossbow, but no crossbow was fired. Lang Tan was furious, kicked the messenger next to him and roared: "Ready the crossbow, shoot!"
After giving the order, the crossbow arrow in his hand was already shot out, accurately nailing the forehead of the tallest Xixia man among them. Seeing that man fall to the ground, the sound of a steady stream of crossbows was heard behind him.
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Li Qing roared angrily and hung his body sideways on the side of the war horse to avoid the arrows. He inserted a short knife into the butt of the war horse. The horse was foaming at the mouth and crazily getting behind the cannon fodder and wounded soldiers.
When he came out, he didn't want to live anymore, and he didn't expect to live anymore. He just wanted to rush to the Song army's battle formation and die bravely, fighting for a glimmer of life for his commander-in-chief and his family.
The soldiers who were walking were all seriously injured soldiers, and the sergeants who were slightly injured found a horse. Wearing all the armor they could put on, they charged forward like zombies... The sound of hooves was like thunder!
At the same time, Zhang Zhi also led his soldiers to launch an attack to the south. This time, Zhang Zhi did not lead the group, but was mixed in with the crowd by his generals. They abandoned all their baggage and just wanted to leave quickly.
Breaking out of encirclement has not been an easy task since ancient times. Countless heroes have been ruined by breaking out of encirclement. A great hero like Xiang Yu did not end up committing suicide in Wujiang River.
"It is better to chase the poor bandits bravely! Be ruthless to the drowned dog, otherwise even if he doesn't bite you, he will splash you with mud and water. If you kill one more Xixia man now, we will have one less enemy when we attack Xixia in the future.
.It looks pitiful at this moment. Why didn’t he think of today when he was blaming the people of Song Dynasty? Kill, kill me hard! No one will be spared!"
The bloodstains all over Yun Zheng's body, combined with his ferocious demeanor, made people shudder.
Lang Tan is a standard nationalist. He has no sympathy for foreigners at all. He always thinks that the dead Xixia people are good Xixia people. As for Jiang Zhe, he has a grudge against the Xixia people for genocide and wants him
It is simply delusional to show mercy to the Xixia people. There were crazy flames in the eyes of these two people. One kept firing crossbows at Li Qing, and the other frantically set up interception lines of defense in the south where Zhang Zhi retreated. As for the young army in Liang
Under the command of Ji and Peng Jiu, they are hunting down those fish that have slipped through the mountains and plains.
Li Chang came panting with his rear team. He grabbed Yun Zheng and looked up and down. He found that the man was fine. The blood stains on his body belonged to others. Then he stood beside the general, rubbing his hands with his green shirt fluttering.
He has the air of a scribe.
Seeing the Xixia people constantly falling under the crossbows and gunpowder bullets, Li Chang stroked his long beard and said with a smile: "Commander, this is what is called a defeat like a mountain!"
Yun Zheng smiled and said: "It doesn't count now. Zhang Zhi still controls the team firmly. Now it can only be called a dog-eat-dog jumping over the wall! As long as we discount the dog-leg, then the dust will settle."
Li Chang suddenly looked back at Yun Zheng and said, "Did you mean what you said when you were about to go to the battlefield?"
Yun Zheng shook his head and said: "No, the situation on the battlefield is ever-changing. There are many unexpected factors that can kill a general. If a horse falls off, it will break its neck and die. So, what I say is from the bottom of my heart."
Li Chang said to Yun Zheng seriously: "That's good. Since you are speaking from the bottom of your heart, I will also tell you one thing. You have brought me a great contribution, so you knocked out my teeth.
Even if I forgot."
Yun Zheng patted Li Chang's armor, ordered someone to find two chairs, and sat on the hillside with Li Chang to watch Zhang Zhi break out of the encirclement.
Li Qing's chest and back were covered with arrows. Fortunately, he was wearing thick armor and was able to save his life. However, among the more than a thousand people before setting off, only a few dozen people followed him up the hillside.
Looking at Li Qing who was like a hedgehog, Lang Tan threw away the crossbow in his hand with a grin, pulled out the long knife he had inserted there from the ground, took two quick steps, jumped up in the air and slashed at Li Qing's head fiercely.
Li Qing raised his sword in both hands and faced him. The two swords clenched tightly together. Li Qing's knees softened and he knelt down with a thud, but he still maintained his posture of resistance.
Lang Tan saw that the knife was bitten on Li Qing's knife and could not be pulled out for a while, so he easily withdrew the knife, and with a touch of his hand on his back, a huge flail was held in his hand. Li Qing saw that the situation was not good, so he also threw away the knife.
He arched his body forward and got into Lang Tan's arms, desperately pushing Lang Tan into the crowd. Until this moment, what he was thinking about was still holding back more enemies so that Zhang Zhi could leave.
Lang Tan's flail hit Li Qing hard on the back, and the spikes on the flail hammer stabbed his back to pieces. After being hit three times, Li Qing finally let go of his arms around Lang Tan.
The hands on his waist fell limply to the ground. He turned over hard and looked greedily at the blue sky and said to himself: "I tried my best!" Then he vomited out a large mouthful of blood...
Lang Tan walked on the battlefield as lightly as a leopard. The flail in his hand flew up one after another. After blasting three heads, he glanced at the battlefield with satisfaction and led his men to continue to press towards the south where the fierce fighting was taking place.
Zhang Zhi couldn't take care of Li Qing at this time. Since he was attacking from behind, the speed of his war horse was always slow. Seeing more and more Song troops surrounding him, he roared angrily, and a vulture shooter shot three arrows and knocked him down in front of him.
The Song army tore off the leather armor on their bodies, picked up a pair of Xuanhua axes, jumped off the horse and swung them forward to kill. He was not the only one to do this. Among those fierce soldiers, there were many terrifying beings like Iron Harrier.
, the simple weapons exerted terrifying power in their hands. In a short period of time, under the strong attack of these fierce soldiers, Zhang Zhi's army had broken through three Song army defense lines and was about to break through the formation.
But their good luck ended here. With the arrival of the crossbow array and the ballista group, the Xixia people let out bursts of wailing, and the impact became more violent. With the dense rain of arrows, soaring fire, and dense
The sound of explosions and the sharpness of weapons completely offset the bravery of the Xixia soldiers. Jiang Zhe ordered his men to keep a distance from Zhang Zhi and refused to engage him in close combat.
The team of five thousand people gradually became sparse, and most of the brave Xixia soldiers had fallen on the way forward. They always thought that the low and continuous hilly areas were a blessed land for cavalry, but now it seems that this is not the case.
Not so. Because the infantry of the Song Army had long-range destructive weapons, it was already very difficult for the cavalry to travel through the hilly areas as fast as the wind.
There are crossbows or gunpowder projectiles coming from all directions, and Song troops are pouring out from all directions. No matter how bravely the Xixia army fights to break through one line of defense after another, there will always be more Song troops in front of them. This feeling is so strange.
disappointment.
The sword in Zhang Zhi's hand had turned into a saw-toothed thing. He threw away the sword that had followed him for almost his whole life, took out the short steel spear and stabbed it into the shoulder of a Song soldier who was about to attack him, and screamed.
He actually picked up the soldier and wanted to throw it out. Unexpectedly, the Song soldier whose shoulder had been pierced was holding the short spear tightly. Zhang Zhi had no choice but to throw him out with the gun.
The almost dead Song army rolled on the ground several times, vomiting blood, but grabbed Zhang Zhi's short spear and showed off his military exploits to the other Song soldiers!
Is this still the kind of Song army that was defeated in one blow? They are brave and rational, especially the cooperation in small formations is not inferior to that of the Xixia soldiers. It is still feasible to fight with no outcome in a short period of time, but there are too many Song soldiers.
, they are like a spinning wheel. Different teams are always taking turns to fight the enemy forces in front of them. Once the exhausted Xixia people reveal a flaw, they will seize the loophole as soon as possible and swarm forward with their own weapons.
The swords chopped the Xixia people into pulp.
Finally breaking through a line of defense again, Zhang Zhi stood on the top of the mountain on a sweaty horse. There were only less than 300 people around him. There were still countless fighting going on in the hilly areas. Song Jun used the hilly areas to cleverly
The Xixia people were divided into small pieces, and the fighting in some places gradually subsided. Zhang Zhi knew that it was his subordinates who had been wiped out again.
Seeing a group of Song soldiers approaching him happily with the heads of Xixia people on their spears, Zhang Zhi's sadness reached an uncontrollable level. He tore off his tattered armor that the Song soldiers had hung on the hooks, and looked up to the sky.
With a roar, he rushed towards the battle group closest to him. He no longer had any hope that he could leave alive. Since they were all going to die, it was better to die happily with his subordinates.
With a long neigh, the sweaty horse jumped down from the hill and landed in the Song Army's formation. A Song Army who couldn't avoid it was trampled by the horse's hooves to his death. Zhang Zhi, who had lost his sense of luck, finally
Revealing the brave side that he had lost long ago.
With a long sword in his left hand and a short spear in his right hand, he rushed left and right in the Song army's battle formation, as if he was in an uninhabited land. Turning a hill, he saw a dozen Xixia troops forming a circle back to back and fighting hard with the Song army. A young
The Xixia army failed to block a slashing sword, and a spear like a poisonous snake penetrated under his ribs. When the spear with a barb was withdrawn, the young Xixia was killed.
The man was pulled out of the formation. He was at a loss and wanted to get rid of the spear that was pierced into his ribs, but he was unable to do anything. He could only hold on to a clump of grass with his hands, not wanting to be dragged away by the Song army...
A long sword appeared in front of him, and the head of the Song army who sneaked up on him suddenly flew into the sky, and then he saw his naked general with blood all over his body.
"General, take me home, my mother is waiting for me..."
Zhang Zhi's nose felt sour, he jumped off the sweat horse, helped the dying young man onto the horse, and yelled at Yun Zheng who was drinking tea on the mountain and watching the war: "Yun Zheng, I promise not to commit suicide, please
Let this child go!"
Yun Zheng, who had already washed himself, elegantly put down the white porcelain cup in his hand and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter whether you live or die. I just want to refine the fat of the people of the Song Dynasty that you have eaten into your stomach, and then make it into a cup."
Put the ever-burning lamp on the place where you slaughtered to pay off the debt" (To be continued)