Great Husband of the Northern Song Dynasty

"kill!"

He slashed with a knife, and at the same time he gave a command while breaking the line.

With his order, the spearman in front swarmed and stabbed hard.

Swords and shields play a great role in dogfights. However, when the two armies confronted each other, the pikeman's stabbing could keep the formation undisturbed and easy to command, so it was liked by generals.

"thorn!"

But the opponent thought the same way, and suddenly the shortcomings became a spear stabbing.

No one proposed to wrap a group around the gun head, and no one proposed to have someone referee the battle.

Since it is going to fight, it will fall with one side.

The head of the spear was deliberately rounded, but once stabbed heavily, it would lose its combat effectiveness without falling down.

"tiger!"

There is a command of passwords here, and the spear stabbs out neatly.

The same is true for the opponent, and many people fell in the first round.

"tiger!"

Stabbed again in the second round, no one was afraid!

The stabbed sergeants were screaming, either backwards or falling.

"tiger!"

The spear struggled forward, and a sergeant was stabbed with a broken rib. He grabbed the gun head with both hands and knelt slowly on the ground. The severe pain made him cry.

"Is this the battlefield ..."

Chen Zhongheng's complexion turned white, and the tragic eyes made him want to close his eyes.

Those sergeants stabbed desperately, from the initial restraint to the madness now ... Everyone is losing their minds.

For the first time, this kind of intense exercise in a battle-like atmosphere made most people crazy.

The spear started to be chaotic. Some people were holding the spear as a stick, struggling hard, and the scene gradually became chaotic.

"Hold on ..."

Zhekexing split two knives in succession and repulsed the seed. When he saw it, he shouted, "The gun is steady!"

The spearmen on this side began to sober, countless drills formed a conditioned reflex, and countless punishments made them remember to maintain formation at any time.

When the formation is neat, the stabbing of the spear is impeccable.

Both sides are stuck together.

Someone in the front row kept falling to the ground, and the two sides avoided the body of the same robe, so a gap appeared.

"Blade Shield ..."

The Swords and Shields bumped head-on, and the scuffle began.

This time reflects discipline and courage.

"Is this the battle front?"

Zhao Zhen has seen exercises, and he often watches all kinds of exercises in the palace, but those exercises are nothing more than ostentatious. Looking at the splendor, there is no point in actual combat.

Today is the first time he has seen such tragic scenes, and he can't help but change his color.

Shen An said: "This is not a battle!"

"Isn't that count?"

The soldiers strangled together, and some people kept falling down, some shouted in battle, some screamed for help ...

The people around were backing away, some children were crying, and some women were hiding their faces.

This is the first time such a fierce performance of Bianliang appeared, let the people face the cruelty of the battlefield for the first time.

"So this is the warrior?"

"Someone used to call them thieves for military service, but now they look ... they are miserable."

"They have to spare their lives to fight."

"..."

"Not counted."

Shen An said: "Your Majesty, the battle in the battlefield will not be so polite, nor will it avoid the key ... above the battlefield ... wherever you see it, there is blood, and the screams will be much less.

"Why?"

Han Qi has never been in battle, but still feels that there is something wrong with Shen An.

Ouyang Xiu also asked curiously, "Shouldn't it be more screaming with real swords and real guns?"

Everyone looked at Shen An, he said lightly: "Because when strangling with the enemy, no matter how many injuries you suffered, you must continue to fight or escape ... As for the screaming, it will make you divided. God, let you die faster ... "

Above the battlefield, the soldiers have no time to scream!

This sentence made everyone silent.

Was it so cruel to fight in the battlefield?

Zhao Zhen felt a little cold. He could not help but clenched his fists, but the coldness in his body gradually diffused.

He watched the following fights gradually stalemate, and said: "Regardless of the heights on both sides, it seems that the two drills are similar in practice, and both are worthy of praise ..."

"Who can win?"

Someone asked unbearably.

Everyone couldn't bear to watch this kind of scene anymore, some people looked down, some people looked up ...

"Yes!"

Liu Zhan firmly said: "You see him rushing to the front, with his subordinates to suppress the opponent, only a few moments later, the buck will definitely collapse."

"Why do you hide behind?"

"Yes! He was hiding behind, is this timid?"

"Huh! The Zhejia turned out to be such a way of unifying the army, which was eye-opening!"

"Without a courageous heart, what kind of famous general? What kind of general?"

"..."

The problem of bloodline made the Zhejia fall into the disadvantage of the battle for the goal, and it was not their turn for the large-scale leader to attack ... That is, they could only toss around the place in Fuzhou.

This is the general.

The breeders are different. In the eyes of everyone, they are their own people, so they can be reused.

All the time, Su Kexing was holding his breath.

Today this tone is gradually being released.

He remembered what Shen An said yesterday.

——We must play the martial arts style!

The pike array in front of them kept gathering, and then they were broken up again.

Zhong Ye took a group of the most elite sergeants to rush around and looked at the impossible.

"It's almost time!"

Zhe Kexing glanced at the high platform, where there was the emperor, the great minister, and his brother.

Today I will definitely not let you down!

He glanced back, and the more than one hundred people were waiting for orders.

"No thieves!"

Fold and hang his hands, and the tip of the wooden knife touches the ground.

"Someone once told someone that there is no distinction between high and low. You have to hold your head high, even if your opponent is unattainable ... The opposite of today is the breeder. ... So, today someone will take you to pull this **** down ... "

The sergeants' breathing gradually accelerated, blood rushing.

"broken!"

The seed in front broke through the face-to-face lance array, and his eyes locked on Zhe Kexing. He smiled and said: "Zhe Jia Zi!"

Zheke Xingli shouted: "Spark off!"

The array in front separated, and he shouted: "Brothers, can you dare to fight?"

From the beginning to the present, his men have been stalemate with their opponents and have never been in a disadvantage.

The brutal practice makes them more resilient and courageous than their opponents. They have been waiting for the opportunity.

Now the opportunity comes.

Dare to fight?

Countless people shouted: "War!"

Zuo Kexing was the first to rush over, and the wooden knife slashed away with lightning.

Blocked, then stepped back and laughed: "Striking at the enemy, but a certain person does not give you this opportunity ... Hahahaha!"

Zuo Kexing shouted: "Chen Luo!"

The battlefield has never been a place to resolve personal grievances. The task of the surrender is to defeat the opponent, not to cultivate this person.

Chen Luo, who was struggling to fight, stopped, looked over here, and then shouted, "Take it!"

Zhong Ye walked with people, and looked up when he heard the shout, and said sensibly: "Shen An's Nursing Home!"

He rushed in and no one could block his long knife.

"Yes!"

Chen Luo ran at high speed, a sergeant intercepted, and he was slammed to the ground with a knife.

At the moment, there was only kindness in his eyes!

He is arrogant in battle, and keeps avoiding the pursuit of killing.

If in the real battlefield, his action is to die, the archer will nail him to a certain area.

But there is no archer now, so you are like a fish.

From the beginning of the war to the present, he thought that his opponent would be crushed, but the facts were exactly the opposite of his prediction.

The opponent is tough and disciplined, no matter what the impact is like encountering a reef, unable to shake.

He knows that he despised the young man, Su Kexing, in order to break the deadlock, he can only continue to walk in this way, maintain the balance of the two sides, and try to make a breakthrough from a certain place.

He broke through just a moment ago, but he has always been on the lookout.

Come on, come and kill me!

A smirk smiled, but there was exclaimed on the left.

He looked sideways and saw that Su Kexing took the lead, and the blocker was invincible.

The speed of the wooden knife is very fast. You just blocked a knife, and the second knife is already chasing you, so you can't avoid it.

In just a moment, he broke his opponent.

He is not timid.

He is just waiting for the last time to come!

He gave up the chase, and chose to defeat his opponent.

"Wan Sheng!"

Seeing that the Lord would break the opponent, everyone could not help cheering.

The squinting eyes narrowed and said, "Kill in!"

He can't stop Zhe Kexing's rush, but his opponent can't stop him.

Like a game of chess in chess, he is now ready to defeat his opponent.

He split a long gun and just wanted to get in, but the sergeant who lost his weapon rushed over with a roar.

With a punch, he swollen half of his face, but the sergeant embraced him bravely and shouted, "kill him!"

Kill me?

The seed kicked him with one knee and kicked it.

The sergeant even gave him a hard kick, and then punched him on the thigh before boxing.

"Some are not thieves ..."

The sergeant murmured before he fainted.

He was staggered by this fist, just standing firm, he caught a glimpse of someone in the corner of his eyes, and he waved his knife subconsciously.

The opponent blocked, the power was crushed, and then the shoulder was shot.

This will definitely hurt.

"Some name is Han Yong!"

The sergeant got a knife on his shoulder, but he waved his fist without turning back.

Boom!

This kind of accident did not expect his opponent to be able to fight back after suffering such a heavy blow, so he didn't respond.

The punch shook his body and his cheeks swelled quickly.

With a slap in his backhand, he overthrew the sergeant called Han Yong, but he was shocked.

Everyone is a manpower allocated from the Wansheng Army. How did Su Kexing train these sergeants so fiercely?

The entire battlefield is fighting each other, only Chen Luo runs laterally.

He remembered what his Langjun said to those soldiers that day.

——You are not thieves, you are the warriors protecting the Song Dynasty, but this requires you to prove, to prove your bravery!

These soldiers all held back for a long time, and finally broke out today.

The title of thief and army has been shrouded above their heads, suffocating, but helpless.

It is a humiliation to join the army at this time, but no one who can do anything will send Erlang into the army.

For thousands of years, there has never been such a humble era of military people.

"Some is not a thief!"

Han Yong stretched out his hand to hug his left foot, and his body took advantage of it ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ struggling to punch.

He only felt a pain in his back, he could not help but hiss, and it was an elbow before turning around.

Boom!

Han Yong's face could no longer be seen, but he clung to his waist, and shouted dimly: "Some is a big song warrior ..."

This kind of anger, turned around and grabbed Han Yong, hit the ground heavily.

Boom!

Han Yong fell to the ground, his body bounced a few times, and he was quiet immediately.

Chen Luo's eyes were red, and he rushed forward struggling, his body leaping.

"Yes!"

He looked up, stared at him coldly, and grinned; "Sometimes waiting for you for too long."

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